Rigby didn\'t bother to correct Kerr on his mistaken assumption. The plundering had been performed by Lazarus, with Kerr picking around the edges of whatever wasn\'t used. He\'d thought he\'d phrased it cleverly and his opinion of Kerr only lowered further when he couldn\'t even understand the insult correctly, rebutting with evidence of his erection, which only made Rigby want to comment further but he held his tongue. Once Kerr stalked away, Rigby disappeared into his own, where he had Eric waiting for him in his bed.
He would use Eric, Samuel and Avon to teach Ben a lesson about living in this house. Now that Ben\'s prize was taken, he was free to all others. Lazarus was sure to lose interest soon.
*
BETWEEN SERVING DINNERS AT the manor, Ben would often take a quick nightly walk through the maze and daydream. This was common knowledge, even though nobody was invited to join him (nor invited themselves), but he was often spied venturing in, and every now and then he was spotted at the fountain square, where he would be lying on a bench staring up at the stars in the sky while the frog fountain gushed water nearby. There were a few small niches to hang around in, but the fountain was reported as Ben\'s favourite spot. During the day he\'d be in the topiary court, but at the beginning of the night he\'d be at the fountain, because it wasn\'t very deep into the maze and he would have to return for the next dinner shift twenty minutes later.
Rigby used this information well.
Ben was strolling without haste, rounding the corners he knew so well, taking himself to his favourite spot at night. The fountain was lit from beneath the water, making the frog statue within look like some kind of fairytale. He supposed it was from a child\'s story, because it had a tophat, but it wasn\'t a story he\'d ever heard.
He was surprised to find some boys already seated on the bench once he reached the open space, quietly waiting. Their silence immediately made him suspicious, and all three of them were staring at him. It was Avon\'s presence that worried him the most, after what had happened last time.
He came to a complete stop, staring at them while they stared back at him. Avon opened his mouth to say something softly, and although Ben suspected it wasn\'t something for him to hear, he heard it anyway, over the insects chirruping and the rustle of nocturnal animals moving through the greenery.
"No way."
It confused him, because Avon had said it like he hadn\'t expected Ben to be here, but why else would they be waiting? Maybe something else was happening and Ben had stumbled onto it. He took two steps backward with the intention of turning around and making his way out, but at the second step he bumped into something hard and unyielding. Looking up and over his shoulder he saw Rigby\'s cruel expression facing down on him and the manager of the household clamped a sturdy hand on his shoulder to halt his escape. Ben opened his mouth to protest but nothing came out, and his mouth then shut firmly with a click of his teeth.
"Yes, Avon, Ben wants to prove himself now, to make friends," Rigby all but sneered over Ben\'s head before shoving him forward back into the clearing. Ben took three quick steps forward to regain his steady footing and stood near the fountain unhappily. He wanted to say something but nothing was coming out - he couldn\'t even open his mouth. He\'d never been so scared that something like that happened to him, and it was a frightening feeling, to lose control over a basic function such as speech.
"He doesn\'t look like he wants to make friends," Eric supplied, gesturing at Ben but looking at Rigby.
"He just knows he\'s going to be a little sore at the end of it," Rigby supplied, and Ben began to panic inside, though nothing outward showed it. It was like he was stuck in place with glue, frozen like the frog statue in the fountain. "Go on, Ben, show them you want to belong," Rigby said, turning to him and giving him a concentrated look.
Ben\'s hands moved to the lacing of his pants and he began to undo them. This was when he realised he was now under a kind of puppetering control, because he wasn\'t moving his hands of his own accord. He gave a meaningful look at Avon, trying to communicate with the fear in his gaze, but the other boy was looking at his hands, not at his face.
"No way," Avon said again, but this time he sounded more pleased about it. Ben shoved his pants down along with his underwear and turned around awkwardly before bending over the lip of the fountain, prostrating himself before the boys and bracing himself with his arms upon the statue. The fountain water gushed over his wrists, splashing drops onto his face and hair, and he was very aware of the light breeze on his naked backside, making him feel scared and ashamed.
"Did you bring the salve, Eric?" Rigby asked, almost sounding bored.
There was no answer but Ben could hear small sounds and footsteps as he was approached.
"Nnnnh," he managed to say, not quite coming out with \'No\' and was given comforting words for the noise he made (by Avon, he was sure, who also tossed in praise to him for not being a \'snob\' anymore).
Slickened fingers were then rudely inserted into him, two of them by the feel, and Ben could only grunt, still unable to speak. At first he could only think his protests, mentally begging them not to continue, wondering if this was really happening, but it was only when the fingers left him and something much thicker pushed its way into him, causing a hot pain in his backside as he was forcibly stretched, hands on his hips holding him in place, that he thought to mentally beg for help from someone who he could only hope would hear him.
KERRohmygodPLEASEstopthem
Please please hear me please come
save me make them stop
in the garden in the garden maze
ow ow that HURRRRRTS
please please get me at the fountain
come help me PLEASE
Whoever had entered him first hadn\'t bothered to build up slowly, he was already pushing in and out of him rapidly, telling the others watching (and waiting their turn, Ben was horrified to guess) how good and tight he was. Ben squinted his eyes shut and continued to plead even as he braced himself against the pounding sex.
