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Benson had been driving around for god knows how long, he tapped his hands against the steering wheel to the beat of the heavy metal blasting. Time seemed to slow down and every minute felt like another hour, Randy couldn’t even hear his own thoughts, he just looked outside the window seeing the trees pass by but he couldn’t ignore his discomfort. Randy started wriggling and his chest rose unevenly.
Benson took a long inhale of his cigarette and tapped the ash out the window, giving a long exhale he noticed Randy’s nervousness.
“Why’re you breathing like that?” Benson says, not looking at Randy.
Randy seems to say something but it comes out as a low whisper as his head is facing down and his hands are folded together between his legs, he looked so frail with his shoulders stiffened and his slight trembling.
Now agitated, Benson turns the music down and looks at Randy. “What? Kid, speak up I can’t fucking hear you.” He looked back towards the road and his cigarette returned to his lips.
“B-bathroom…I need to pee benson.” He looks at Benson, slightly raising his head up, but not too high.
Benson shakes his head and smirks “let me ask you a question Randy..” he takes one last long drag of his cigarette and flicks it out the window, he turns his head towards Randy and blows the smoke in his face. Randy flinches and closes his eyes, Benson chuckles as his reaction.
“You think I’m fucking stupid? Hm?” Benson's hands tighten around the wheel and his knuckles begin to turn white. He brings his resting hand out the window and rubs his face.
“W-what?..” Randy’s trembling stops and he fully raises his head to look at benson.
“It’s a simple fucking question Randy. Yes?…or no.” His voice raises and grows impatient
“No?… Benson.. no I-i don't think you’re stupid.” In contrast to Benson's voice, Randy’s is much softer and almost comforting.
Benson suddenly raises his voice and begins to hit the steering wheel repeatedly, along with each word he says “ So why… THE FUCK- are you asking me dumb fucking questions!? Jesus! Randy, I’m not taking you to a fucking bathroom so you can, what? Run? You wouldn’t even go far.”
There’s a long painful silence after that, music turned off, nothing but the sound of gravel being run over and his loud engine, followed by quiet sniffles.
Randy’s hands are folded together so tight his knuckles are white and shaking, while his legs squeeze tight together and his leg bounces impatiently.
Benson couldn’t just let poor Randy wriggle around in his seat like that, but the look on his face of desperation made a pool of heat in his stomach, he looked so pathetic, biting his lip, and throwing his head back.
Benson sighs “There should be a bottle in the glove box, do your business in there.” He grumbles
Randy snaps his head towards him and immediately looks down at the glove box, “but.. what about-“
Benson quickly cuts him off, “what about what Randy? Do you have to piss or not!?”
Randy just whimpers and goes quiet, looking at the glove box hesitantly, his need to pee began to outgrow his embarrassment.
Benson smiled to himself as he heard the glove box open and his belt unbuckle.
Randy pulled down his pants along with his boxers and lined his cock with the entrance of the bottle, letting his stream flow, followed by a groan of relief.
Benson swallows his thick spit and his lips part, he slowly looks next to him to try and catch a glimpse.
There he sees Randy's cock with a flushed pink tip and his white base, no hair, not even stubble.
“Fuck..” benson accidentally says out loud, earning a quick look from randy and he draws out a loud gasp and a terrified look on his face.
Benson panics and looks back at the road, suddenly a huge pot hole is in front of them and Benson swerves out of the way, causing Randy to drop the bottle.
His piss spilled all over his pants, boots and the floor of the car.
“Fuck! B-benson I’m so sorry! I-.." Randy raises his hands and looks at the mess all over him.
Benson looks over and curses out “What the fuck randy! Is it that hard to piss in a bottle!?” He turns on his blinker and pulls over to a wooded area with a dirt parking space.
He gets out of the car and slams his door on the way out. He stomped around to Randy’s side of the car and ripped open the door, drawing a whimper out of Randy.
“Get the fuck out.” Benson ducks his head and rests his arm on the top of the car.
Randy stays there for a minute speechless “b-benson I really didn’t me-“ he’s quickly interrupted by benson dragging him out of the car and throwing him into the dirt. Pushing the breath out of Randy. He flips over and rests on his elbows, panting.
“My fucking car, Jesus Christ..” benson squats down to grab disinfectant wipes and clean the seat.
Randy is still on the ground, his fear begins to settle into irritation.
“Why didn’t you just pull over Benson? This- this wouldn’t have happened.”
Randy stands up and dusts off his knees, he looks up to see Benson standing in front of him, towering over him.Randy freezes, he never noticed how insanely intimidating Benson is, even without his shotgun.
Benson stands there with his fists clenched and his chest puffed out.” Are you seriously asking me that right now? “His voice is quiet and low, yet still very clear.
He digs his pointer finger into Randy’s sternum, pushing him back with just his finger.
“It doesn’t fucking matter what I chose, you follow… Do ya’ understand?” Benson stands closer to him until Randy lowers his head down in submission and immediately crawls back into his shell.
“Y-yes..I’m sorry.” Randy exhales in a shaky breath and looks down at his finger, his hands were so calloused and thick, his knuckles had the look of weathered leather. How could someone’s hands be so strong? Just his finger alone is enough to make Randy’s sternum sting.
Benson smirks and drops his finger back down. “I don’t know what’s makin you talk back, but I really fucking hate it.” He turns around back to his car and bends down to continue cleaning.
Randy stands there, rubbing his aching chest. The breeze of the summer air tickles his face and he feels the sweat on the back of his neck cool, the leaves of the trees rustle behind him, almost whispering his name, for him to go toward it, for him to run.
He freezes at his own thoughts, he can’t do that, right? No, of course not, he wouldn’t even make it 100 feet away from Benson if he tried. Benson had incredibly strong legs you could see through his pants, his feet were double the size of Randy’s. It’s impossible.
His thoughts are telling him one thing, but his body tells him another. All of a sudden, Randy slowly takes a few steps back and immediately starts sprinting through the woods. Twigs and branches snap as sticks hit him in the face and thorns leave scratches as he trips over the bushes.
His heart is beating so fast he can hear it over his trembling gasps for air.
“RANDY!!” He hears benson yell from a distance which caused a whimper to escape from his lips, quickly swallowed by his shallow breaths, he continued to run as fast as possible until he tripped over a log, taking a long tumble down leaves and dirt but he quickly got back up and stumbled to get to his original pace.
Pounding footsteps could be heard from behind him, every branch and pine cone crushing underneath the bearing weight of Benson, his steps sounded like a steady pace, gradually increasing along with animalistic grunts from him.
Lactic acid began to burn in Randy’s legs but the cold knot in his stomach and terror in his heart pushed him to run faster, his gasps for oxygen turned into trembling sobs, with every exhale, he wished for the pounding footsteps to fade, but it didn’t. Instead it became closer, and closer, until you could hear the mumbles from Benson and his heavy breathing.
“You little bitch, you thought you could run from me?” Benson chuckled as he became closer, almost within arms reach. Until Randy takes a quick turn, using the trees as leverage to push off, causing Benson to lose footing and tumble.
“mother fuck- RANDY!! GET BACK HERE YOU CUNT!” Benson's voice begins to fade in the distance as Randy’s gasps turn into high pitched wheezing, but he never stops, he keeps running until he finds a decent sized cranny in between two big oak trees.
His legs have already given out, forcing him to drop to his knees. His adrenaline was so high it caused his teeth to rattle against each other and the only sound that could escape his mouth was short frantic gasps, which broke out into a shuddering wail.
He quickly covered his mouth with the sleeve of his trench coat and continued to let out a broken weeping sob.
His crying is quickly interrupted by a loud snap behind him, his breath hitches and he squeezes his eyes shut while his other hand grips the fabric of his clothes as tight as possible.
The twigs snap, closer, and closer, until it reaches right around the corner of the tree.
Randy breaks out into a loud sob and a pleading yell “I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Please benson don’t hurt m-“ he quickly stops once he hears a chirp followed by teeth chattering.
He slowly gets up and crawls to see what’s behind the tree and to his surprise.
A squirrel meets his eyes and tilts its head confusingly at him. There it is, just holding an acorn, trying to pry it open with its little teeth.
Randy lets out a choked gasp and a gigantic sigh of relief, causing his whole body to deflate and slump down into the ground, he clutches where his heart is and lets out a chuckle.
“Found ya’.” A low voice grumbles.
Randy freezes as he sees combat boots, stained with dirt in front of him.
He feels his heart thud against his chest like a bird in a cage, and his blood run cold.
All Randy could do is let out choked gasps.
Benson stands there, smirking, holding a hunting knife, clutched tightly in fist. He takes a step closer and Randy slams his hands down into the dirt and kicks off his back legs like a bunny, before he could get off all fours, he was yanked backwards, his feet scrambling around for footing, as Randy’s hair was wrapped around Benson's fist. He gave a brutal tug and pulled Randy into a head lock.
Randy’s hands held onto Benson's forearms, desperately trying to pry him off as his feet kicked around frantically.
“Shhh…I know, I know” Benson coos into his ear, as his arms tighten around his throat. Randy’s hands slowly lose grip strength and his frantic kicking has turned into slight twitching.
“It’s ok baby.. just go to sleep.” Benson's words are like drugs to Randy’s head, he couldn’t tell if it was his voice that was turning his legs into jelly, or if it was the lack of oxygen he had. It felt like a mix of both.
Just as Randy’s vision was beginning to blur, he dropped his hands and his body became dead weight, causing him to sag from Benson's arms.
Benson let go completely, letting Randy fall with a thud to the dirt.
“Where were you trying to run off to? I told you that you wouldn’t make it far.” Benson chuckles
“That turn you did there, scared me for a moment, almost thought I lost ya’.”
Benson bends down and looks at Randy, just lying there unconscious, with tears streaming down his nose. Benson smiles and wipes his tears, “What am I gonna do with you. Hm?” He tilts his head, and stands back up.
Benson takes a long stretch, raising his hands in the air along with a grunt.
All of a sudden, benson feels a sharp, wet pressure, clamped onto his ankle, followed by a hot spike of agony.
A loud guttural yell comes out of Benson as his leg jerks out of Randy’s mouth.
He stumbled backward and winced in agony.
“W-what the fuck was that!?”
He said in between breaths as he put pressure on his ankle with his hand.
Randy couldn’t answer, as consciousness had just slammed back into him, he really didn’t know what that was, it was a blur, all he saw was a boot right next to his face, and before he could even process, his teeth snapped shut on his ankle.
The second Benson stumbled back, Randy scrambled backwards on his hands and knees like a crab, desperately trying to create a distance.
With black spots still in Randy’s vision, he could make out Benson standing up, he steps closer and closer until, Benson draws one of his feet back. All of a sudden his foot comes swinging and an electric current like feeling snaps up towards his abdomen, his boot connecting with Randy’s groin causing a sickening thud.
Randy’s eyes widened, as his brain failed to process the impact he lets out a yelp and folds into a fetal position.
Benson just stands over him with a grimace on his face, this is his true nature, he loves to see people at his feet, crying, begging, in excruciating pain.