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(players only) [this is the continuation of the rape scene started here.]
WARNING: This is NOT for the faint of heart, folks. Rape. Nasty, with descriptives so foul you'll need to bleach your brain after. Read at your own risk.
"Oh was I?" The mattress groans and shifts under Heath as Gardner knees up between Heath's spread legs. He tugs at the rope tie on one ankle, opening Heath wider for him, wider still untill his ankles are at either side of the bed and he's grunting from the strain put on his hips. Gardner makes a satisfied clucking noise, skimming his fingertips up the inside of Heath's thighs.
Heath grunts again and closes his eyes, not wanting to know that it's this man who's doing this to him. With any luck, if he concentrates hard enough Gardner could turn into Kiefer, or even Ralph. Just not him.
The grunt makes his dick throb and weep, clear steaks of prespunk streaking up Heath's leg as Gardner humps against it, grubby fingers busy petting, petting, petting over all that pretty, soft, markable skin. With a sigh, he directs the touches over Heath's chest, pausing to pluck the flat nipples into rigid peaks before putting his hand to Heath's mouth, "Spit."
Obeying mechanically, Heath works up some saliva in his mouth and cracks one eye open to deposit it in the open palm. "Fuck you," he mumbles under his breath. If Joseph wasn't here, he would fight it, but any move to break free would no doubt end with something unforgiveable happening to Ralph's brother. Heath dares not jeopardise Joseph's safety.
"Mhweef!" Joseph has choked himself dry on the filthy underwear, is beyond being offended by the stench. The smelly guy has lost his smelly impact like the stink of the monkeyhouse lost it's smelly impact, just as Ralph said it would, once Joseph had gone inside and become acclimated. The only impact impacting Joseph, right now, is Heath... "Mhweef!!! ...and the fact that Heath seems not to be rebuffing the advances of the smelly man, not at all. Like he rebuffed Joseph's advances. "MHWEEFFFF!"
He watches as Heath actually spits into SmellyMan's palm, preparing, lubricating. Joseph scowls...begins bumping his chair toward the door. Not even a nice chair, he thinks, lip pooching beneath the underwear stuffed into his mouth. A cheap motel knockoff. Bump-bump-bump toward the door. Heath can have the smelly man if that's what he wants, fine, this game sucks and Joseph wants to go home.
"Gonna make this so good. So good. Pretty little cunt," Thick fingers paw at Heath's hole and Gardner is muttering under his breath, filthy things, oblivious to the raw disgust in Heath's expression. "Make you beg for more of my dick up your ass. Shove it in you..." It's some small concession that he uses a condom, spitting again when Heath's wasn't enough to open up the too tight channel. "Beg for more of my big meat up your sweet boy pussy. Oh yes..." He hisses, rubs his hand over his shaft, jacking himself as he just stares at Heath, a wild look in his eyes.
He's fairly used to rough handling, but not like this, and Heath condemns his brain for forming images from the sick words as they fester from Gardner's rotten mouth. It's not helping his concentration one bit as each stubby finger tugs on his pucker like one would a stuffed chicken. He's fucking scared now. Heath swears both men can hear the pulse thumping in his neck, and it's only getting faster as Gardner prepares himself for penetration.
"Make you my bitch, yeah," the hand on Garnder's dick stills, feverish gaze finding Heath's eyes, holding. "I want to hear you beg for my meat in your fuck hole," he declares simply.
"Not on your fucking life," Heath growls back and jerks suddenly against the restraints, nerves snapping for a second. It's instinct, and he can't help his instinct.
Joseph noses the door lever. Sings la-la-la inside his head because he doesn't want to hear the foreplay between pretty Heath, who was supposed to be his partner for the game, and the smelly man whose unlovely drawers are stuffed into his mouth.
The gun comes out from beneath the filthy mattress with a practiced grace. Gardner's dick is slapping Heath in the belly before Heath even has time to register the movement, the click of the hammer coming back. "I didn't want to make you. It always means more to me when the cunt begs on their own," the sunken eyes are tragic, the barrel pointing not at Heath, but at Joseph. "But we take what we can get, don't we, boy?"
The door isn't locked. Good. Joseph toes it open and wobbles a 180 spin, heads right on out of there. Back to Ralph, who does beat him on occasion, but at least, doesn't ignore him in favor of smelly men with grimy underwear and attrocious manners. This game sucks. Heath sucks.
Joseph's escape sucks. The guard in the hallway neatly catches the scooting chair, spins it another 180 and shoves Joseph back through the door. Garnder smiles his thanks, waves the gun impatiently, "We're just getting to the good bits. Watch if you wanna."
The thick necked guard shakes his head, closing the door, leaving Heath staring in shock at Joseph staring down the barrel of Gardner's pistol.
Joseph's close-set amber eyes cross on the gun barrel, then shift upward unhappily toward Heath. Accusing.
It's his Achilies Heel for damn sure. Joseph. Fucking Joseph. Heath sometimes wonders why he ever lets himself make new friends when he's in town, it's a weakness of his. Only ever leads to bad times. Fate, damned fate biting him in the arse again. He's run out of choices now, time to beg. "Want to feel your hard meat in me, give it to me." The words are bile on his tongue and Heath fights to keep his meagre supper down.
The gun lowers, Gardner smiling as he tucks it safely away again. "Stick it up your chute and make you squirt all your jizz," he promises, eyes hot and avid as he guides himself in and watches the ruddy tip of his cock disappear up Heath's ass. Heath can't help but flex against the entry, and Gardner smacks his lips, scrawny ass humping eagerly, "Hungry whore hole. I like that."
Heath, on the other hand, doesn't. Spit alone is nowhere near enough to ease the passing and as the thick head breaches his hole, Heath grunts roughly, teeth biting hard on his bottom lip. It's worse than worse, it's excruciating.
"Take it, take it, take my fat dick, bitch...."
Heath doesn't answer back, not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't force any words past the thick bile in his throat. As Gardner forces another inch in, Heath's teeth break skin and he sucks the seeping blood up on a sharp hiss, entire body tense against the rape.
Joseph's eyes narrow furiously on the crotch-to-crotch action he's been drug back to witness. Heath's non-compliant expression is as lost on him as quantum physics, and the stinging remarks Joseph would like to make as to the character of Heath, who is letting this smelly guy fuck him but would not let Joseph fuck him, are frustratingly muffled by the putrid gag "Mnad!" Joseph declares indignantly. "MNAD, MHWEEF!"
Gardner is oblivious to anything but the sweet hole sucking at his throbbing dick. He's balls deep, hairy sac bouncing off Heath's tender ass with loud meaty smacks. The filth pouring out past those fetid teeth nearly drowns out the slick sounds of sex, as Gardner describes the entire experience in graphic and lurid detail. "Oh yes you fucker... hot sweet boy pussy... fuckin' you so deep. Feel me in your throat, splittin' you right the fuck open. Ha.... yessss, take it like that, whore, mancunt. Lift your ass for it you bitch. Like that don't you...." And somewhere in the recap of the rape, he wraps his spindly fingers around Heath's cock, pawing at him and finally squeezing him to an erection. "Yes you like it.... got a hard-on for my pole? Like me porkin you little bitch..."
Joseph grumbles into his gag. Bounces his chair about to face the corner and squares his bare shoulders in a blatent refusal to play anymore. If they want to play without him, that's just fine-fine-fine.
Damn his body, damnit to hell. There's no way Heath can block out the horrible pleasure that fills his gut, just at the same time as the bile reaches his mouth and he dry retches, heaving onto the mattress.
"In your throat, in your throat," Gardner is wheezing with exertion, fucking Heath so hard that the bed gives a low wheeze of its own with every thrust. "Drill that tight... uh....tight ass of yours into next fucking week, uh huh." His hand works Heath harder, thumb rubbing over the slit, smearing precome with every stroke. "Gonna spunk on you... um... when I do it. Make you wear my jizz. Maybe, yesss, I'll let Max in later. Let him lick the nut juice off you. Like that?" His hand twists on the upstroke, "Let my dog lick you clean... hump your loose hole?" No matter what Heath might think about that idea, it obviously pleases Gardner, his dick swelling inside Heath's abused ass, balls tightening as he thrusts so hard that the bed gives a shrieking bang and sags to the side.
The sudden shocking sound is matched by a loud agonised cry from Heath as he bucks against the tight restraints. He doesn't even know he's come, the pain that is still throbbing in his arse overriding any pleasure.
He came. No need to turn his head, Joseph recognizes the sound of Heath coming. The smelly guy fucked Heath and Heath cried out because he came. Didn't come for me...didn't even give me a chance to make him come... Still facing the corner, Joseph begins kicking the wall steadily in impotent protest.
A few more horrible sounds tear from Heath's throat, his eyes wet with impotent tears as Gardner's semen coated hand skitters up to twist at his nipples, "Oh fuck you've got nice little tits." He hisses, leans down and licks at Heath's tears, then bites down hard on the stubbled jaw. His skinny ass jerks and twitches as he buries himself deep, spasming into Heath with surprising silence.
Heath can feel the steady trickle of blood as it runs over his lip, the throbbing pain all over his body. He turns his face away from the man, eyes clenched tightly shut. Tears seep out from under damp lashes and slide slowly over his cheeks, replacing the ones that were so cruelly stolen away from him in one foul lick. All Heath can do is lay there, still and silent except for the small shudders that wrack his body.
Gardner's not through with him yet, though. As promised, he pulls out, cock still jerking in the latex even as he rolls it off. Eyes fever bright with lust, he jacks himself, sending the last few spurts of his orgasm splattering over Heath's belly and groin. "Ahhhhh yes...."
Another orgasm, Joseph hears it clearly, and now, he's getting pissed. The sound of his steady kicking doesn't seem to be distracting them at all, so he begins banging his head against the wall as well.
Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone... It's said as a mantra, repeated over and over in Heath's head. He feels dirty, unclean, even more so than when he hasn't been able to wash for days on end when on the road.
Threading a sticky hand through Heath's hair, Gardner pulls. Hard. "Look at me."
Eyes fly open as a sharp pain shoots through his skull, a sound most pitiful coming from Heath's bloody lips. He may like rough bondage, but nothing can prepare a person for real rape. It's not about the physical, some people may well like that. It's all about the lasting psychological effect it has on a person's mind.
The chuckle that grates past Gardner's rotten teeth has nothing to do with amusement. "That's it." He pats Heath's cheek. "You're such a pretty boy. I think I'm gonna keep you."
If they could go any wider, they would, but Heath's eyes remain fixed on those above him, wild with fear that betrays just how young he still is. Unable to speak, his head gives a barely noticeable shake, begging, pleading.
"...uh huh." Gardner nods. "That will be nice."
"Mwnerry mnice," Joseph mumbles with as much intense smoking sarcasm as the gag will allow. His head is beginning to ache and the plaster is beginning to pock and nobody seems to be paying any attention, but he keeps banging anyway. Bam...bam...bam...
WARNING: This is NOT for the faint of heart, folks. Rape. Nasty, with descriptives so foul you'll need to bleach your brain after. Read at your own risk.
"Oh was I?" The mattress groans and shifts under Heath as Gardner knees up between Heath's spread legs. He tugs at the rope tie on one ankle, opening Heath wider for him, wider still untill his ankles are at either side of the bed and he's grunting from the strain put on his hips. Gardner makes a satisfied clucking noise, skimming his fingertips up the inside of Heath's thighs.
Heath grunts again and closes his eyes, not wanting to know that it's this man who's doing this to him. With any luck, if he concentrates hard enough Gardner could turn into Kiefer, or even Ralph. Just not him.
The grunt makes his dick throb and weep, clear steaks of prespunk streaking up Heath's leg as Gardner humps against it, grubby fingers busy petting, petting, petting over all that pretty, soft, markable skin. With a sigh, he directs the touches over Heath's chest, pausing to pluck the flat nipples into rigid peaks before putting his hand to Heath's mouth, "Spit."
Obeying mechanically, Heath works up some saliva in his mouth and cracks one eye open to deposit it in the open palm. "Fuck you," he mumbles under his breath. If Joseph wasn't here, he would fight it, but any move to break free would no doubt end with something unforgiveable happening to Ralph's brother. Heath dares not jeopardise Joseph's safety.
"Mhweef!" Joseph has choked himself dry on the filthy underwear, is beyond being offended by the stench. The smelly guy has lost his smelly impact like the stink of the monkeyhouse lost it's smelly impact, just as Ralph said it would, once Joseph had gone inside and become acclimated. The only impact impacting Joseph, right now, is Heath... "Mhweef!!! ...and the fact that Heath seems not to be rebuffing the advances of the smelly man, not at all. Like he rebuffed Joseph's advances. "MHWEEFFFF!"
He watches as Heath actually spits into SmellyMan's palm, preparing, lubricating. Joseph scowls...begins bumping his chair toward the door. Not even a nice chair, he thinks, lip pooching beneath the underwear stuffed into his mouth. A cheap motel knockoff. Bump-bump-bump toward the door. Heath can have the smelly man if that's what he wants, fine, this game sucks and Joseph wants to go home.
"Gonna make this so good. So good. Pretty little cunt," Thick fingers paw at Heath's hole and Gardner is muttering under his breath, filthy things, oblivious to the raw disgust in Heath's expression. "Make you beg for more of my dick up your ass. Shove it in you..." It's some small concession that he uses a condom, spitting again when Heath's wasn't enough to open up the too tight channel. "Beg for more of my big meat up your sweet boy pussy. Oh yes..." He hisses, rubs his hand over his shaft, jacking himself as he just stares at Heath, a wild look in his eyes.
He's fairly used to rough handling, but not like this, and Heath condemns his brain for forming images from the sick words as they fester from Gardner's rotten mouth. It's not helping his concentration one bit as each stubby finger tugs on his pucker like one would a stuffed chicken. He's fucking scared now. Heath swears both men can hear the pulse thumping in his neck, and it's only getting faster as Gardner prepares himself for penetration.
"Make you my bitch, yeah," the hand on Garnder's dick stills, feverish gaze finding Heath's eyes, holding. "I want to hear you beg for my meat in your fuck hole," he declares simply.
"Not on your fucking life," Heath growls back and jerks suddenly against the restraints, nerves snapping for a second. It's instinct, and he can't help his instinct.
Joseph noses the door lever. Sings la-la-la inside his head because he doesn't want to hear the foreplay between pretty Heath, who was supposed to be his partner for the game, and the smelly man whose unlovely drawers are stuffed into his mouth.
The gun comes out from beneath the filthy mattress with a practiced grace. Gardner's dick is slapping Heath in the belly before Heath even has time to register the movement, the click of the hammer coming back. "I didn't want to make you. It always means more to me when the cunt begs on their own," the sunken eyes are tragic, the barrel pointing not at Heath, but at Joseph. "But we take what we can get, don't we, boy?"
The door isn't locked. Good. Joseph toes it open and wobbles a 180 spin, heads right on out of there. Back to Ralph, who does beat him on occasion, but at least, doesn't ignore him in favor of smelly men with grimy underwear and attrocious manners. This game sucks. Heath sucks.
Joseph's escape sucks. The guard in the hallway neatly catches the scooting chair, spins it another 180 and shoves Joseph back through the door. Garnder smiles his thanks, waves the gun impatiently, "We're just getting to the good bits. Watch if you wanna."
The thick necked guard shakes his head, closing the door, leaving Heath staring in shock at Joseph staring down the barrel of Gardner's pistol.
Joseph's close-set amber eyes cross on the gun barrel, then shift upward unhappily toward Heath. Accusing.
It's his Achilies Heel for damn sure. Joseph. Fucking Joseph. Heath sometimes wonders why he ever lets himself make new friends when he's in town, it's a weakness of his. Only ever leads to bad times. Fate, damned fate biting him in the arse again. He's run out of choices now, time to beg. "Want to feel your hard meat in me, give it to me." The words are bile on his tongue and Heath fights to keep his meagre supper down.
The gun lowers, Gardner smiling as he tucks it safely away again. "Stick it up your chute and make you squirt all your jizz," he promises, eyes hot and avid as he guides himself in and watches the ruddy tip of his cock disappear up Heath's ass. Heath can't help but flex against the entry, and Gardner smacks his lips, scrawny ass humping eagerly, "Hungry whore hole. I like that."
Heath, on the other hand, doesn't. Spit alone is nowhere near enough to ease the passing and as the thick head breaches his hole, Heath grunts roughly, teeth biting hard on his bottom lip. It's worse than worse, it's excruciating.
"Take it, take it, take my fat dick, bitch...."
Heath doesn't answer back, not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't force any words past the thick bile in his throat. As Gardner forces another inch in, Heath's teeth break skin and he sucks the seeping blood up on a sharp hiss, entire body tense against the rape.
Joseph's eyes narrow furiously on the crotch-to-crotch action he's been drug back to witness. Heath's non-compliant expression is as lost on him as quantum physics, and the stinging remarks Joseph would like to make as to the character of Heath, who is letting this smelly guy fuck him but would not let Joseph fuck him, are frustratingly muffled by the putrid gag "Mnad!" Joseph declares indignantly. "MNAD, MHWEEF!"
Gardner is oblivious to anything but the sweet hole sucking at his throbbing dick. He's balls deep, hairy sac bouncing off Heath's tender ass with loud meaty smacks. The filth pouring out past those fetid teeth nearly drowns out the slick sounds of sex, as Gardner describes the entire experience in graphic and lurid detail. "Oh yes you fucker... hot sweet boy pussy... fuckin' you so deep. Feel me in your throat, splittin' you right the fuck open. Ha.... yessss, take it like that, whore, mancunt. Lift your ass for it you bitch. Like that don't you...." And somewhere in the recap of the rape, he wraps his spindly fingers around Heath's cock, pawing at him and finally squeezing him to an erection. "Yes you like it.... got a hard-on for my pole? Like me porkin you little bitch..."
Joseph grumbles into his gag. Bounces his chair about to face the corner and squares his bare shoulders in a blatent refusal to play anymore. If they want to play without him, that's just fine-fine-fine.
Damn his body, damnit to hell. There's no way Heath can block out the horrible pleasure that fills his gut, just at the same time as the bile reaches his mouth and he dry retches, heaving onto the mattress.
"In your throat, in your throat," Gardner is wheezing with exertion, fucking Heath so hard that the bed gives a low wheeze of its own with every thrust. "Drill that tight... uh....tight ass of yours into next fucking week, uh huh." His hand works Heath harder, thumb rubbing over the slit, smearing precome with every stroke. "Gonna spunk on you... um... when I do it. Make you wear my jizz. Maybe, yesss, I'll let Max in later. Let him lick the nut juice off you. Like that?" His hand twists on the upstroke, "Let my dog lick you clean... hump your loose hole?" No matter what Heath might think about that idea, it obviously pleases Gardner, his dick swelling inside Heath's abused ass, balls tightening as he thrusts so hard that the bed gives a shrieking bang and sags to the side.
The sudden shocking sound is matched by a loud agonised cry from Heath as he bucks against the tight restraints. He doesn't even know he's come, the pain that is still throbbing in his arse overriding any pleasure.
He came. No need to turn his head, Joseph recognizes the sound of Heath coming. The smelly guy fucked Heath and Heath cried out because he came. Didn't come for me...didn't even give me a chance to make him come... Still facing the corner, Joseph begins kicking the wall steadily in impotent protest.
A few more horrible sounds tear from Heath's throat, his eyes wet with impotent tears as Gardner's semen coated hand skitters up to twist at his nipples, "Oh fuck you've got nice little tits." He hisses, leans down and licks at Heath's tears, then bites down hard on the stubbled jaw. His skinny ass jerks and twitches as he buries himself deep, spasming into Heath with surprising silence.
Heath can feel the steady trickle of blood as it runs over his lip, the throbbing pain all over his body. He turns his face away from the man, eyes clenched tightly shut. Tears seep out from under damp lashes and slide slowly over his cheeks, replacing the ones that were so cruelly stolen away from him in one foul lick. All Heath can do is lay there, still and silent except for the small shudders that wrack his body.
Gardner's not through with him yet, though. As promised, he pulls out, cock still jerking in the latex even as he rolls it off. Eyes fever bright with lust, he jacks himself, sending the last few spurts of his orgasm splattering over Heath's belly and groin. "Ahhhhh yes...."
Another orgasm, Joseph hears it clearly, and now, he's getting pissed. The sound of his steady kicking doesn't seem to be distracting them at all, so he begins banging his head against the wall as well.
Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone... It's said as a mantra, repeated over and over in Heath's head. He feels dirty, unclean, even more so than when he hasn't been able to wash for days on end when on the road.
Threading a sticky hand through Heath's hair, Gardner pulls. Hard. "Look at me."
Eyes fly open as a sharp pain shoots through his skull, a sound most pitiful coming from Heath's bloody lips. He may like rough bondage, but nothing can prepare a person for real rape. It's not about the physical, some people may well like that. It's all about the lasting psychological effect it has on a person's mind.
The chuckle that grates past Gardner's rotten teeth has nothing to do with amusement. "That's it." He pats Heath's cheek. "You're such a pretty boy. I think I'm gonna keep you."
If they could go any wider, they would, but Heath's eyes remain fixed on those above him, wild with fear that betrays just how young he still is. Unable to speak, his head gives a barely noticeable shake, begging, pleading.
"...uh huh." Gardner nods. "That will be nice."
"Mwnerry mnice," Joseph mumbles with as much intense smoking sarcasm as the gag will allow. His head is beginning to ache and the plaster is beginning to pock and nobody seems to be paying any attention, but he keeps banging anyway. Bam...bam...bam...
