Simpsons Porn Story: Kidnap Chapter 11

Simpsons Porn Story: Kidnap Chapter 11

WOW! I got 6 reviews for the last chapter! Thats the most yet! Wow! Lol.

Thanks so very much to beriipop, Wuup, BeckyHerself, Yami-Kjata, Gianna, & Sacharissa Lupin for reviewing.

Since I like Cecil (not as much as I love Bob) I decided to throw in a few moments of Cecil/Bart but overall will be Bob/Bart. HmmI just thought of something elseread onto Barts thoughts to see my own, hint hint.

The water was warm. The droplets pelted Bart softly thanks to the low water pressure. He let a soft moan of pleasure, the first scrap of pleasure all day, slip out. It was relaxing, he thought as his muscles turned to mush. It was comforting, something he knew he wouldnt find much of here.

His hangover was slowly dying away.

Letting his chin fall onto his chest, he stared at his nude body. His skin was starting ever so slightly to become a light blue, hinting swelling and bruises soon. It was probably because of the stairs. He didnt even want to look at his wrists and ankles! Instead, he watched the water waste went down the sink. It cleansed him physically but emotionally, he felt filthy and horrible. The red water vanished through the dark hole in the tub. It soon became a light pink, signaling Bart that most of the blood (when did he start to bleed?) was going away. All traces of his illness were gone too.

Oh if only he could escape through that drain! That small little black hole led somewhere out of this house, out of this hell. He honestly wished he could just shrink and go with the water. Sighing, he shook his head and started to rub his temples.

Should he fear Cecil? Or should he fear Bob more? Or both of them equally? He remembered when Lisa and himself stalked Bob who claimed he had changed. As much as it pained Bart to admit, he had been wrong; Bob had changed. It was his brother, who looked a bit like him and who had been the boss of the dam constructing, who wanted to steal and kill. He had actually threatened Bob, Bart, and Lisa with a gun! Bob had never done thatbut now he wanted to torture the young Simpson boy. So confusing!

Could he really expect some kindness from one of the brothers? Well it was obvious that Bob was out of the question; he was the one who kidnapped him, wanted to torture him, and wanted him dead. Cecil really had no grudge against him, not a huge one at least. After all, Bart didnt receive blood letters from the ex-construction boss saying he wanted the boy dead.

Could Cecil maybe help him?

The only reason why he had pulled out a gun was because of money. From what Bart knew, there was no promise of money. It was merely a brother helping out a brother. Perhaps he could try and drive the two apart! How though? All thoughts of his prankish youth disappeared.

As he debated about this in his mind, letting the water hit him gently, he failed to hear the stairs creak. The Terwilliger siblings had spent a good few minutes upstairs discussing what to do. Cecil wanted to get it all over with and leave, hide the body and start anew. Bob, of course, wanted to torture the offspring of Homer Simpson and then move.

Cecil finally got Bob so frustrated that the man stepped out of the house for a bit. Taking pity over the youth, he fixed some soup and dry toast with water. He opened the door, checking to make sure the boy was not hiding or planning to run away. As he slowly took some hesitant steps down the stairs, his eyes landed on the evidence of illness in front of him.

Shaking his head, unsure of what to do about that, he stepped over it. When he got to the bed, half expecting to see Bart licking his wounds figuratively, he was startled. It was empty with a few pieces of clothes on it. Glancing under the staircase, happy to see no body hiding there, he placed the food on the bed. It was then when he heard the soft moan.

Stepping closer to the ajar door, he heard the water running. What was that moan about? For whatever reason that caused Bart to utter such a sound, Cecil felt his spine shiver. Biting his lip, he looked through the door.

How could Bart not realize it was open? Or better yet, how could he have failed to hear Cecils footfalls? It was ironic that Bob, the one with the big feet, could walk silently and still look graceful while Cecilwell, he was loud.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets at the site before him. Although there was a shower curtain between Bart Simpson and Cecil Terwilliger, it was very thin and verysee-through. The boy was thin and gangly from the past month of barely eating and drinking constantly. Black and blue covered his smooth skin and even a thin sheet of plastic couldnt hide it. His ribs showed a little but that wasnt what caught his attention; the young man had very impressive

The water stopped abruptly.

It took a moment for the older gentleman to realize what had just happened When he took in the situation, he blinked at last. Cecil almost threw himself out of the room and quickly jogged up the stairs, wincing at each groan and creak it made. However, the young lad took no notice. As he dried himself off and walked into the other room, he looked over at the food in confusion. Who had put that there? After he got dressed, he wondered if it was poisoned.

What with his hangover gone and his appetite back, he didnt care; he ate it anyway.

Next chapter: We see a bit of all three of their thoughts. Then Bob tortures Bart. Review please.

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