59. Tongue-tied and bound
Aaron turned and ran away.
Anderson tried to go after him, but Carl placed a firm hand on his chest.
Anderson gasped at him in confusion, “Carl, what the hell are you doing? He is getting away!” he exclaimed hysterically, but Carl still didn’t budge and Anderson didn’t like it. “Carl.”
Carl frowned at him, “For once in your life, Anderson, trust me, would you?”
Anderson’s stomach churned and he looked away from Carl’s heated gaze with guilt. He swallowed, Carl was right; he didn’t have to be a pussy all the time, but that didn’t stop his heart from banging a hole into his chest.
“So, what do we do now?”
Carl’s eyes searched for Aaron again, “Oh, don’t worry, Anderson. I will find Aaron and take care of him myself. Here, you need to know a thing or two about people and keep it a secret until you absolutely have to reveal it.” He replied confidently and Anderson felt a weight drop off his tensed heart, “go back to the protest. Don’t let anyone notice your absence.”
Anderson nodded and they parted ways. He was tossed right back into the boisterous atmosphere of the protest right before the fire alarms went off. The chants slowly died down, the air was suddenly gripped by a common curiosity that made Anderson uneasy.
“A fire alarm?” Jason’s voice made Anderson’s knees wobble, “What do you think happened?”
“I heard an explosion or something that sounded like it.” Someone else said and the crowd hushed.
“What’s going on?” Came another question.
Anderson swallowed and stared at the ground. He suddenly found it difficult to breathe. What if everyone was staring at him if he looked up? What if they knew? Could Aaron have already posted whatever evidence he had of him and Carl?
“Oh God…” he mumbled shakily.
“The control room!” Someone suddenly yelled, catching everyone’s attention. “The control room in the admin block. It’s been blown to bits! Everything has been destroyed!”
The crowd didn’t know how to react until the full realization of what that meant sunk in. In one deafening voice, as if the nickel dropped on everyone simultaneously, the crowd roared with excitement. Anderson’s eardrums had never shaken that way before. He jumped along with Jason whose relief was clear on his chubby face. Anderson felt like a secret hero at the moment and it was thrilling!
The speakers on the building vibrated before the very familiar voice of Mr. Jenkins crackled out of them. “Attention, you animals!” his grainy voice plunged them into silence, “everyone steer clear of the admin block! There’s a fire!”
At that moment, the loud wailing of a fire truck could be heard.
“Yeah that’s right! Your silly protest has gotten out of hand!” Mr. Jenkins shrieked. “Back to your hostel rooms! All of you!”
The crowd hesitated, unsure whether to obey or not.
“No!” Sam, to everyone’s surprise, screamed. “We will not leave until you take those bloody cameras down!”
“Yeah!” Everyone rallied behind her in a roar that shook the atmosphere.
“Out, all of you!” Jenkins thundered again, but his voice was almost weightless.
“We’re not leaving! We’re not leaving! Take down the cameras! We are not leaving! Take down the cameras!”
The fire truck arrived and three firefighters jumped down with great expertise, dragging a huge pipe along with them. They created a barricade around the back door of the building using caution tapes. Mr. Jenkins revealed himself from the upper staff room on the second block. His face was a contorted and wrinkled mask of rage as his hands grabbed the balustrade and his beady eyes glared down at his students. He was in disbelief to find Sam Spears leading this madness, but he was also awed.
Everyone had left their egos behind to fight towards one cause. This was something he never thought he’d see in his entire life and as much as he loathed the sight, for he knew it would tarnish Beale Crest’s reputation, a part of him was proud. With a defeated sigh, he only watched on as they kept chanting.
“Scoundrels. Spoilt scoundrels,” he growled to himself.
There and then, he decided that he was going to address the management again and have the cameras brought down, but the culprits that destroyed the control room would not be spared as long as he was alive.
***
Anderson’s fingers were shaking.
Each breath he took, more labored than the previous one.
His heart was beating, like a Cherokee drum.
The cold sweat that had formed on the back of his neck traced a beeline down his back.
His phone buzzed again. Mia…Jason…the school’s heated social media page…but he didn’t care about all that. Not now at least.
‘*Where the hell is he?*’ he wondered and picked up his phone to text Carl for the seventh time when the door was suddenly pushed open. His eyes widened and a burst of euphoria made him jump to his feet. “Carl! Where the hell have you been?”
Carl stared at him in surprise, then just smiled, “Tightening up some loose ends, that’s all.” He replied and took of his black, leather jacket. “Great work out there today.”
Anderson’s cheeks heated up and he looked away, “Thanks.” He whispered and his memory brought back some worries to his heart, “are you heading out tonight?”
“No. Why?”
Anderson took a deep breath, staring at nothing in particular on the carpets, “I was just wondering. Nothing much.”
“Tonight, I want to celebrate, Anderson.” Carl said suddenly and took off his shirt, his lovely, broad back catching Anderson’s gaze instantly. He strolled to the side table and picked up a bottle of oil, “And you know, there’s only one way I really want to celebrate a victory over Beale Crest.”
Anderson’s saliva had to drag its way down his dry throat. He had no idea why he was always nervous around Carl whenever the latter was horny. “A v-victory?” he stammered, “how do you know we won?”
Carl’s smile dropped, “Sometimes, I wonder if you’re a caveman or something. The school made an official announcement about thirty minutes ago. The cameras will be taken down, but the security guards around the building will increase. They are stricter now with drugs and immorality, but all that is just a bunch of jargon,” he shrugged and his intense eyes grew transfixed on Anderson. “Come here.”
Anderson’s feet felt like molds of lead, but he managed to drag himself to Carl. The latter tucked a finger under his chin and placed his cheek beside Anderson. The folds of his ear pricked when Carl whispered to him. His voice was thick and intentional, dragging on each word so that Anderson wouldn’t miss a thing.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to scream, but no one will hear you.” Carl said and Anderson’s knees weakened, a cold sizzle of desire slithering through his body.
Carl was quick and merciless. Anderson had no idea when Carl went behind him, but his arms were pulled back and his wrists, strapped together with Carl’s belt before he could even utter a word. Carl loved the collapsed doggy position. Anderson fell face first to the bed and Carl stripped him naked. Anderson’s heart was racing, he loved the thrill of being completely helpless, but Carl wasn’t done.
He fitted an entire tie into Anderson’s mouth and slapped his ass hard. Anderson cried out, but his voice was muffled by the improvised gag. Carl nodded to himself and sprinkled the oil on Anderson’s ass after stripping himself too. His deep breaths were loud and heavy, each making Anderson shudder with anticipation.
He had expected Carl to kiss him at least, it wasn’t just sex for Anderson again. His body yearned for Carl’s gentle touch, his lips itched for a kiss, his mouth craved the firm, warm sensation of Carl’s tongue…but Carl only wanted to fuck him.
Carl applied the oil on his dick and stroked softly. He gasped and his guttural grunt glided into Anderson’s ears and made him shiver with want. Carl spanked his ass a few times, smiling to himself when he saw the red marks of his hand.
“Yes, I love that…fuck.”
Anderson squirmed and his toes curled. He tried to reach out to Carl in anyway, pleading with him to just fuck him already, but Carl took his time gently torturing him. Anderson’s eyes widened when he felt Carl’s tip snooping around his butthole. The oily sensation and Carl’s caresses was driving him crazy.
Right before Carl shoved his dick to him, Anderson suddenly remembered that he was going to betray Carl tonight.
His body stiffened and became cold, like a corpse.