DERANGED

CHAPTER SIX: Mystery Box

     It’s again midnight. Yet, it’s no longer the same as the other nights; no waxing of the moon and no glittering of the stars, for the sky has been blanketed with dense thick clouds and torrents of rain has been heavily pounding on his roof unceasingly with the occasional gust of wind blowing through the gaping window. 

     Darren has been restless for hours on his bed; lying uneasily and sometimes punching his head ---- wanting to forget the embarrassing and humiliating moment he just had at the office.

“F*CK! F*ck! F*ck! Darren, you i***t!” he cussed out loudly in resentment to his carelessness. 

     He picked up a pillow on his right side and smashed it on his face repeatedly.

     “You almost lost your f*cking job because of your stupidity!” he groaned again to himself, but this time he sprung from his bed and face the mirror that was standing near beside the side table. 

     Darren glared at his image on the mirror and pointed his forefinger toward it. 

     “You’re such a sore loser! That’s why everyone is leaving you because you’re a f*cking LOSER!” with swift movements he grabbed a soda bottle lying underneath his bed and flung it vehemently towards his reflection; shattering both the mirror and the bottle with a loud crash into broken pieces. 

     He dropped to his knees in frustrations and propped himself up against the side of his bed as a bucket of tears began streaming down his face and wiping it with the hem of his white plain sleeveless shirt. Darren could still hear the brutal words playing back in his mind. Hurtful rebuke hurled at him by one of the big heads of the company. 

     “Who the hell is this bloody i***t?” shouted the man standing at the center of the long table. 

     “Uh-hmm. I’m so sorry sir for the interruption. I thought ----” Darren flushed in embarrassment and was unable to finish his excuse when the man rudely showed him out. 

     “Get the hell out of here!” 

     “I really do apologize for ----”

     “Somebody throw him out of this conference room!” the man who apparently was the president of the company was now fuming in anger.

     “Okay sir I’ll get ----” Darren has been bowing repeatedly in visible abashment.

     “Now!” the man cut him off sharply.

     Darren pulled back the door close and darted away going to his right destination: the training room. And once he got inside, he seated himself hidden away from the door and shifted his focus immediately to the trainer in front who was busily discussing product knowledge. His heart was still pumping hard both from the terror of the shadow he had witnessed from the stairs and the humiliating experience a few minutes ago. 

     Fortunately, the training had ended up early because their trainer was feeling under the weather and couldn’t continue the discussion because of his hoarse voice. Before Darren could leave the vicinity, his path collided with Mike who looked at him sadly. 

     “I’m sorry about what happened earlier.” barged Mike. “That was the president of iKol and I couldn’t do anything there to. . . help you,” he added. 

     Darren could see his eyes full of pity, however, the wound was too deep for him that he just wanted to vanish out of sight quickly. 

     “No worries. I’m. . . okay.” he tersely replied. 

     Then, he swerved his attention from Mike and walked past him straightly without looking back. 

     He arrived at the entrance to their apartment building around 5 o’clock in the afternoon. The weather had begun to get drizzly and his black leather shoes were already sodden with dirt. 

     “Hi!” a familiar voice greeted him at the doorway. 

     “Hey, Denzel!” replied Darren half-smiling. He halted at the foot of the stairs and faced the lad who at the moment was grinning at him. He discharged his sling bag aside and approached the boy more closely until their faces were only about a few inches away. Denzel was sitting on top of some sort of crates and his face was exactly level with Darren’s face. The boy noticing their awkward situation, he burst into a sudden laugh. Darren had relaxed a bit from Denzel’s laughter, he tapped the boy’s head instead and shuffled his hair softly. 

     “Lil’ bro, what are you doin’? The raining is coming in here and you might get sick from the moisture,” said Darren with a concerned look. 

     “Nah! I’ve been waiting for you for a while already since I don’t know the exact time you’ll be coming back.” expressed Denzel tenderly. 

     “Why? Do you have a problem?” replied back Darren worriedly. 

     “Nah! I’m doin’ fine bro.” said the boy with delight.

     “Okay. I’m goin’ up now!” excused Darren.

     “Can I come?” the boy suddenly asked him.

     It’s the first time Darren had observed Denzel closely: smooth olive-skin; glossy face features soft reddish lips with natural veneer-like teeth; pointed narrow nose added with a beautiful set of brown eyes accentuated by his dark wavy eyelashes and thick eyebrows. His mahogany curly hair on his head and dimples on his cheeks added to his overall cuteness without even mentioning his lean tender body standing 5’6” tall and heaven knows what other treasures are hidden inside his garments. 

     At this trail of thoughts, Darren had to swallow hard many times before recovering his voice again.

     “Absolutely, you may come!” exclaimed Darren excitedly. 

     The boy happily picked up his bag lying on the ground and rushed upstairs. Darren just merely shook his head in plain amusement. They’ve both entered his cold dark room silently. Darren told Denzel to avoid making any noise as not disturb their nosy neighbours who could create issues faster than wildfires. 

     “Woah!! What a cosy room you have!” wowed Denzel as he kicks around the room; giddy with delight that Darren had invited him in. 

     “Why do you seem unease? Just feel at home bro!” said Darren reassuringly.

     While Denzel became busy prying on his collection of books and other stuff on his mini library, a silly idea popped-up in his mind. He took off his long-sleeve polo shirt teasingly to the clueless young boy and slightly slowly loosened his tight black slacks. No reaction from his target who was still absorbed in scanning pages on one of his books. Darren impatiently slid his pants down exposing his thin meshed black underwear. 

     “Sh*t!” he whispered to himself. 

     Darren’s flaccid member has little by little stiffened till it had bulged distinguishably. He pretended to browse on his phone using his left hand while his right hand was furtively scratching his balls, arousing in the full firm his pinkish n*****s. Darren bit his lips enticingly as he caught in the corner of his eyes the quick nervous glances from Denzel; massaging his hardened meat more boldly and openly as it pulsated like a trapped beast wanting to be free. 

     “Bro?” broke Denzel, cutting off the lingering quietness of the room.

     “Hmm?” he hummed then turned his gaze toward the boy who was holding thick book laden with strange writings on its black front cover. Darren nodded approvingly without even bothering to check on it. 

     “Sure, bro. You can return it anytime you want!” he said with an awkward smile. He had now stopped fondling himself; feeling of guilt had gradually sunk into him. 

     “Why the hell would I think of doing that to an innocent boy?” he questioned his own conscience. In self-embarrassment, he instantly grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist thus covering the big lump on his front. 

“I’ll just take a quick bath,” he told Denzel and melted quickly behind the frosted-glass door of the bathroom.

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     Though he was busy rummaging through the different books displayed on the mini-library, Denzel could clearly see in quick glances, the protruding monster growing inside Darren’s meshed black boxer briefs. It’s almost as if he wasn’t even wearing a covering since the bare skin of his manhood was already showing up; reddish glow of his throbbing head below deeply contrast the black thin garment. Denzel admitted to himself that though he still hasn’t had any s****l experiences and firmly asserts that he’s a totally straight guy who would never be interested in hooking up with a homosexual, he had felt something different for Darren ---- a strange tingling sensation was felt throughout his body causing him an unexpected erection which had restrained his movements. Fortunately, Darren had excused using the bathroom which had given him the chance of fixing his huge bump from its painful cramp position. 

     “Geez! No homo bro! No homo!” he repeatedly told himself. His face still wore a flabbergasted expression, unable to understand the unusual feelings he had while feasting his eyes on Darren’s nakedness and his pulsating beast had no longer left his mind. 

     “I just need a glass of cold water!” he muttered to himself. 

     Denzel walked across the room going near the bathroom where Darren was. He could see from the outside the silhouette of his friend taking a nice shower. 

     “Hey, bro! Can I grab something to drink?” he said in a clear loud voice. 

     “Yep! Just help yourself up, bro!” an answer came from the inside. 

     Eagerly, he entered a small passageway leading to a kitchenette with cute windows above the sink and on below it was a small silver fridge. The boy opened it and looked inside: bars of chocolates, bottles of sodas and other sweet stuff. He whisked out a cold bottle of soda and grabbed a bar of imported dark chocolate. While biting off some snacks, Darren began scouring throughout the small room; drawing out some cabinets and checking for any interesting things he may find. He could still hear the loud splashes of water coming inside from the bathroom.

     “Darren might take a bit longer. Better check this out,” said Denzel in his thoughts. 

     On one side of that cramped room, the wall facing the small windows, he had noticed a fine horizontal line, and as he examined it more closely he could see that it’s a gap of some sort of door being partly concealed behind a large kitchen cabinet. He pushed it gently. It didn’t budge. He tried once again but harder than the first one. Still, it didn’t open but he now understands why; he’s pushing on the hinges side so he moved the large cabinet away from the wall. And lo! He saw a tiny hole, the size of his finger, gaping on the wall. Denzel stuck one of his fingers inside and pulled the door with all his might. The door creaked open. Cloud of dust puffed out directly to his face ---- making him sneezed and coughed. 

     “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Haattchoo!” he sneezed out. He wiped the dirt off his face using his shirt and peered inside. 

     As he peeked in, Denzel discovered it was not actually a room but just a narrow closet: dark and damp. An unpleasant acrid smell fumed from the inside causing him to gagged his breath and was about to puke. 

     “Yuck! This smells like there’s some dead rat inside.” he cried in disgust but abruptly stopped when he caught a glimpse of some kind of a strange large trunk covered with a thick layer of fabrics. 

     “Curiosity killed the cat,” warned Denzel to himself as his mind began racing with thoughts. “But I’m not a cat so it’s fine,” he added.

     Bringing out his phone as his torch, he flung briskly the thick coverings on the floor. He gawked in surprise after seeing the object hidden underneath the thick layer of fabrics. It was not a trunk or some kind of a treasure chest box ---- but a large freezer. Denzel assumed that it’s still fully functioning, seeing its cord plug into an outlet and hearing the indistinct humming of the machine. 

     “It seems that the foul odour was coming inside this thing.” he inferred. 

     Denzel clipped his hands on one side of the door, then tried to heave it open. It was stuck. He tried it again but still failed. He did it once more but got the same result. His face began to sweat as the stagnant air had started to warm up from that enclosed space. 

     Denzel badly wanted to know what’s inside this mysterious box so he went out and grabbed some sort of metal rod and poked it on the side of its door. The stuck door slowly opened up, creating a line of narrow gap about less than an inch when a soft thud came in from behind. He nervously turned his head, and there on the narrow doorway stood a black figure staring at him intently and its cold-blooded eyes glinting at him fiercel

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