Hollywood Harem follows the lives of Hollywood’s young elite through the ups and down of fame and family life. Led by the charismatic and outrageous Kalen Camden, the group of young celebrities face life’s hardest moments while presenting the face of perfection their fans expect and their detractors attack. They are the future of Hollywood, loving their fame and reveling in their infamy...
Tyler squeezed his eyes shut until he saw stars floating behind his lids to keep from looking into Clarke’s grinning face as he slammed his cock again and again into his broken and shaking body. He had finally stopped struggling against the makeshift bindings that tied his wrists to the iron bed post. He had also stopped trying to kick his attackers away when he accepted that three against one were impossible odds to overcome, especially after being bent over the dresser and with Henri’s hardness forced into his tightness and Clarke’s shoved down his throat. By the time they had tied him down, he had even stopped begging for it to end and just wanted to die.
His body ached so bad parts had gone numb and he was covered in sweat, blood, urine and semen. His hands cramped from his grip on the bindings and sheets. Chunks of hair were scattered across the bed. His voice was thick and harsh from screaming and swallowing the fluids they forced into him.
For over an hour Henri and Clarke had savaged him, taking turns with his openings while Nadia reclined in an overstuffed chair and pleasured herself. He had been bent over, flat on his stomach, on his side and even upside down before he was had been tied to the bed so they could revel in the pain and humiliation in his eyes.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, yea, man…” Clarke grunted as he thrusted hard and deep. He leaned down so his face was a breath away from Tyler’s and licked his lips. “Damn, boy, even after all this, you’re still nice and… Oh, shit, I’m…” He pushed up as he slid out of Tyler’s body and stroked his twitching member as he came on Tyler’s chest and face.
“Nice,” Henri said as he climbed and lay on his side next to Tyler. “So what do you think bro?” He asked as he pinched Tyler’s nipples. “Think he’s ready for the big finale?” He slid his hand down Tyler’s stomach, wrapped his finger around his hardness. “I’m almost jealous o’ this boy’s libido.” He stroked him and smiled as his body convulsed. “Like that, don’t ya, ya little bitch? You like a hard cock in your little boy pussy.” He pumped faster, tightened his grip. Tyler’s heart raced as his breathing came fast and shallow. Before he could think about what was happening to him he came with a cry and never knew more shame.
“Sure looks like he does,” Clarke said as he reached between Tyler’s thighs and fingered his opening. “All that jizz, he must be havin’ the time of his life.” He slipped his hand in up to the wrist. Tyler screamed and tried to wiggle away. “Why waste the energy, Ty? There’s no where to go.” He looked over to Henri and bit his bottom lip. “Oh, yea, he’s ready to go, bro.” He pulled his hand out and sucked his fingers.
Henri grabbed Tyler’s waist and turned him onto his side. As Henri stoked him, Clarke pressed his hardness to him and slid in slow. Tears fell from his tightly closed eyes as he fought back the scream rising up his throat. No. No more… Henri grabbed Tyler’s leg and raised it to his chest. Tyler felt his stomach turn as he realized what the two of them had planned.
“Don’t.” Henri’s voice was filled with a cruel lust as he pried open Tyler’s eyes. “Watch.” Tyler swallowed hard and looked down at Henri’s eager member. He felt it slide along his skin as it searched for Clarke’s. “That’s it,” he cooed as he slide his hardness up Clarke’s and pressed it against Tyler’s swollen opening. He winked at Tyler, licked his lips and, with on fast thrust, forced his way inside.
The pain that ripped through Tyler’s battered body was almost unbearable. With both cruel boys inside him, stretching him beyond the limits he believed possible, he feared he would be torn in half. Please, please just stop! He opened his mouth but nothing more than anguished screams escaped his lips.
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“They here yet?” Crystal asked as she stepped into the lobby where a visibly anxious Delilah paced in front of the stained glass double doors.
“Nope.” Her voice shook and she seemed short of breath. Crystal placed a hand on her tense shoulder and squeezed. “I fucking hate this, Crys. I hate what I did to them.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Earlier, when we first got here, me and Mr. Camden kinda got into it and he said if I’d been… if I hadn’t fucked Braden…”
“Don’t do this. This isn’t your fault.”
“Yes it is. Kalen only believes the worse because I kept the truth from him. If me an’ Braden had just been honest from the start and told him what we did than this shit wouldn’t be happening.”
Crystal spun her around and grabbed her hands. “There was nothing to tell. You were single. Brade was single. Where’s the crime there?”
“Still don’t make me feel any less shitty.”
Crystal wrapped her arms around and. “This’ll blow over and everyone will go back to being friends. You’ll see.”
“I’m not so sure.” Delilah closed her eyes and stifled a cry. “And it kills me that I’m the one that came between them.”
Crystal giggled despite her attempt to repress it. Delilah pulled away, shaking her head before laughing. Crystal wiped the tears from Delilah’s cheek.
“Good.” Crystal looked past her and her small smile faded. “Cause they’re here.”
Delilah turned around and ran outside with Crystal, concerned how her friend would react if three and a half hours in a limousine had done nothing to help Kalen and Braden work things out. Or worse.
Before the limousine had slowed completely to a stop, the back door swung open and Kalen jumped out. Crystal had never seen him so angry; his jaw was clenched tight enough to break diamonds and his blue eyes seemed tinted crimson. The sight scared her so much she stumbled backward as he marched by them.
“Later, Lilah.” His voice was low and brimming with unspent anger and pain. He did not even look at them as he hurried to the entrance.
“Shit.” Crystal shook her head. “Shit.”
“Pretty much,” Braden said as he pulled himself out of the limousine with his bag dragging behind him. “I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got to not be here another minute.”
“Delilah reached for him but he shied away. Crystal grabbed her hand and squeezed as Braden slumped by them.
“I’m so sorry.” Delilah was barely audible as she spoke.
“So am I.” Braden’s voice sounded ready to break. “But I think we’re long past that.”
Crystal felt a lump in her throat as she watched him walk away the sad little boy who just lost his best friend.
“There’s got to be a way to fix this,” Delilah said once Braden was inside. “I can’t let my fuck up fuck them up, too.”
“Unfortunatly, that kind of stupid stubbornness is a family trait.”
Delilah turned and smiled weakly. “Hi, Mrs. Camden. Sorry it didn’t work.”
“Don’t be, dear. He gets it from my father. Remember, he too experienced something very similar before moving away from Tokyo.”
Crystal shook her head and sighed. “Least Kalen doesn’t own any grenades. Right?”
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Braden stepped off the elevator onto the top floor of the gothic-flavored hotel. Draped in black, silver and various reds, it looked like Dracula’s dream vacation. Velvet drapes hung from the windows and plush carpets padded his feet as he walked down the long, darkened hallway.
After calling the limo service and arranging the pick up time, he set out to track down Tyler, knowing that he had to talk to him before he took off for home. It was not until he showed himself at the Amy Hart Foundation fund raiser that he fully comprehended hot much his leaving had hurt Tyler and he was determined to convince the boy that even though he was going away again that Tyler would not be left behind.
“Ty?” He called out as he reached the end of the hallway. “You still exploring Cemetery Lane?” He had tried all the doors he passed only to find them locked. So where are you? Serious, dude, so not funny. Finally, near the end of his walk he found one unlocked and stepped inside.
The lights were off and the heavy curtains were drawn. As he squinted into the near total dark before him he began to see someone’s silhouette lying on the bed. He moved closer, his mouth set in a frown.
“Oh, sorry, lil’ bro.” He reached for the lamp beside the bed and flicked it on. Didn’t mean to disturb y-” As the light flooded the room, Braden gasped and almost fell over. “Holy shit!” He dropped to his knees beside the bed and stared at the bloody boy laid out before him. Tyler looked up at him, fear and shame in his tear-filled eyes before covering his face.
“Go away!” He turned onto his side and hugged his knees. Braden reached for him and he shuddered before he even touched his shoulder.
“Jesus, Ty, who, who did this?”
“Go. Away.” Tyler’s jaw was hard set as he spoke. “Just leave me alone.”
“No, Ty,” Braden reached for him again and this time Tyler did not shrug him away. “We need to get you help.”
Braden looked down Tyler’s back and saw the dried blood caking his buttocks and thighs. “Yes. This is serious, Ty. Please.”
“I, I don’t want…”
“You can’t stay here, lil’ bro. You need a doctor. Please,” he pleaded as he yanked his cell phone from his pocket, “don’t hate me for this.”
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