Author: NA27

Pairing(s): none

Warnings: Bondage, sexual torture, use of toys, rape

Spoilers: none

Summary: Mark wants to have some fun with a young, unwilling man, so he goes to some rough people who supply them.

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Mark had heard rumors. If you went to a certain place, on a certain night, and brought cash, you could get something special. He trusted the rumor monger, since the guy had a lengthy history of such things--one that he knew Mark would be happy to report if he had lied.

It was outside the city, down a dirt road that he almost missed, then down another that he WOULD have missed, if he hadn't been looking for it. He drove for a little way. It was almost pitch black, since the branches of the close growing trees obscured the stars and moon.

Finally he saw it--two battered vans parked on the wide shoulder. He pulled up behind one of them, letting his engine idle. A man had come around to the back of the van as soon as his car approached. He was an ordinary looking man--didn't look dangerous at all. That was probably why he was so successful at this.

Mark cut off his engine, but left his lights on. The man approached the car, smiling genially. "You lost, stranger?"

"I don't think so," said Mark. "A friend named Brat told me you might have something that would interest me."

"I might. What interests you?"

"Pretty young, and VERY reluctant."

The man's smile widened, and now he DID look dangerous. "Male, or female?"

"Male. That's why I'm here."

"You are indeed in the right place--as long as you don't think you're going to be the first and only."

"No, I don't mind. As long as precautions have been taken."

"Oh, yes. All our merchandise has been tested, we insist on condoms, and we clean them up after each visitor--unless the next one doesn't want that."

"What will I be getting?"

"Well, that all depends on how much you want to pay, and your taste. We can provide anything from a quick blowjob--just one of the sluts, unfortunately--the other one isn't sufficiently trained or intimidated to be allowed to get his teeth around a cock. He's just for fucking." The man laughed. "We had one client who sucked him till he got hard, then backed up to him and fucked himself on the guy's dick. You never saw anyone look so astonished in your life. If you want to see him, you'll have to get out of the car. If you want to see the other..." He glanced at the van. Mark could see that it was rocking, and he could hear the squeak of old shocks. "Hell, they said they didn't mind an audience. If you leave your lights on, I can open the back doors and give you a little bit of a free show. That might help you decide, because we ain't cheap."

Mark nodded, so the man walked back to the van and rapped on one of the doors, calling, "Guys? Give your best performance, because you're about to have an audience." He opened the door.

The beams of Mark's headlights flooded the interior of the van. There were three men inside. Two of them had their pants open, and the third--in the middle--was stark naked, save for the handcuffs that bound his wrists behind his back. He was kneeling, being supported by the hands of the men who were fucking him, ass and mouth. Mark could feel his eyes getting round. The man on the left had his hands in the victim's hair, and was jerking his head back and forth, fucking his mouth brutally. Mark could hear choked sounds mingled with the grunts and wet slaps of flesh-on-flesh.

The man on the right was buggering the younger, smaller man vigorously. Mark had pulled up close enough to see that this was no simulation--He could see the thick pole sliding in and out of the kneeling man's reddened asshole, glistening with whatever he'd used for lubrication. The kneeling man's cock flopped and swayed with each thrust of the hard dick into his body, but he was soft. He wasn't enjoying this, though he might have at some point. There was a puddle under him that was probably come. In any case, his pleasure was long gone, and this was rape.

The man shut the van, and came back. "Want to see what's behind door number two, or want to wait for a turn with that one? They'll be done soon, and if you like them really opened up..."

"Maybe. But I want to see the other one before I make up my mind."

"Don't blame you. He's free at the moment, if you'll follow me."

Mark got out of the car and followed the man. As they passed the van, he heard sobs, and a rough voice saying, "Swallow it, cunt, or I'll get my pool cue and stick the butt up your ass again."

They came to the second van, and the man said, "This one is really fresh. He's only had two other customers tonight, and I can almost guaranty those were the first he ever had." He opened the door.

The over head light came on, and Mark caught his breath. The man was in his late teens or early twenties, and he was doing a kneeling spread-eagle. In other words, he was kneeling, but ropes tied to rings set in the upper and lower sides of the van kept his arms stretched spread and taut over his head, and his legs spread wide. He was naked, too. His body was slender, but toned, and his ass was perfect. His legs were pulled so far apart that the crease was slightly open, a shadowed valley. He turned his head a little, so that his face showed over his shoulder, and Mark saw that he was both gagged, and blindfolded. "That's because we're going to turn him loose in a few days, after he's made us some money." The man shrugged. "We're not murderers--just pimps and panderers. So, he'd fucked one guy--whether he wanted to or not, he stayed hard long enough for the customer to get his nut. And he's had two dicks up his ass. Want a closer look?"

Mark nodded, and the man climbed in, gesturing for him to follow. He reached for the boy's ass, and he started to struggle. "When are you gonna learn there's no point in that?" the man said sternly. "And you just make it more uncomfortable for yourself. You should try to relax, like the other one. He's even enjoyed it a little. Look, here." The man pulled the boy's ass cheeks apart, and Mark saw a pink plastic knob where his anus should be located. "We keep him plugged up between customers, so he'll be ready for them. Don't worry, it's thick, but short. He'll be good and tight, but not so tight either one of you will get really hurt. So, interested?"

"Yes." Mark's voice was thick. "How much?"

"What do you want?"

Mark considered. "I want to fuck him, of course. I think I want to suck him, too, and see if I can get him hard. Are you sure everyone has worn a condom?"

"Positive."

"Is the lubricant too very nasty tasting?"

The man smiled. "Flavorless, except for a slight oily taste."

"Then I want to tongue fuck his ass, too. Maybe other things. I'll know when I get into it."

"You could be here quite a while. For what you've specified--fellation, anilingus, and sodomy--one thousand, and you don't have to hurry." He gestured at a box sitting against one wall. "We have an assortment of toys you might like to use on him. Another fifty for that."

"Maybe." Mark handed over the cash. He feasted his eyes on the still struggling boy while the man counted it.

"All correct. Have fun. Just remember--if you damage him, I'll do worse to you. Let me know when you're through, or if you want to use the toy chest--I'll give you a key. There's a list of what it contains on the lid." He stepped out and shut the door.

Nearly trembling with anticipation, Mark stripped quickly. They even had hooks on the walls so that he could hang his clothes neatly. There was a handful of wrapped condoms in a bowl, and he selected one. He was already hard, his cock jutting out, eager for the unwilling, near-virgin ass. He rolled the condom down over his length. After a moment's thought, he took the tube of lubricant that was also in the bowl and gave his latex sheathed dick a generous coating.

*But first...* He moved around in front of the boy and knelt before him. He lifted the soft penis, bent down, and began licking at the head. The boy tossed his head and tried to jerk his hips back, but Mark kept a firm hold. He took the glans into his mouth, sucking strongly and flicking it with his tongue. After a bit, he tasted the salty flavor of precome. He could feel the boy's cock thickening and firming in his grip. *Yeah, maybe it's rape, but you're getting hard,* he thought triumphantly. He started bobbing, slipping half the cock in and out of his mouth, while keeping up a steady suction.

When he judged that the boy was fully hard, he stopped sucking him, and just stroked his cock for a moment. "A dick doesn't care who's mouth it's in, does it?" he said smugly.

Then he went around behind the boy and spread his firm cheeks apart till the skin at the top of the crease was shiny. He took hold of the pink knob, and twisted it. The boy groaned, trying to pull away. "Yeah, I think I'm going to have to invest that extra fifty. But first..." He jerked the plug out, eliciting a muffled yelp. Like the man had said, it was only a little over two inches long.

Mark knelt behind he boy and put his face close to the split. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could then touched the very tip to the slightly spread hole. The boy stiffened, shivering. Mark licked, letting his tongue slip in shallowly, then began thrusting it in and out. The man hadn't lied. There was slickness, but no unpleasant taste. They must have given him an enema before they brought him out. Mark lapped and thrust with his tongue, then pressed his mouth against the boy's rectum and sucked before shoving his tongue in as far as he could.

The boy was making mewling sounds. Mark reached around, feeling blindly. The kid was still as hard as a rock, his naked cock slick with the precome that drooled from his pee slit. "You're liking that, aren't you?" Mark knelt up behind him. "You may not like this as much." He pressed his cockhead to the boy's hole and shoved into his ass as hard as he could, grunting with the effort.

The boy tried to scream around his gag. He tried to pull away, but Mark had a tight grip on his hips. He started fucking with hard, deep, rapid thrusts--rutting like an animal. The boy's body was incredibly tight and hot. He wished he dared go bareback, so he could feel the wetness, but the lubrication in the condom helped. It was fantastic. Soon his balls clenched, emptying into the condom.

He pulled out, sitting on the floor to catch his breath, while the boy twisted and moaned. Mark checked. He was still hard. Mark chuckled, pulled the box closer, and looked at the list taped to the top. *5" vibrator, 5", 6", 8" and 10" dildos (fake phalluses), anal beads (plastic and wooden), nipple clamps, cock ring, Polaroid (photos will be inspected. Any showing faces will be confiscated and destroyed.), bottle, odds and ends. Oh, yes.*

Mark opened up the back door. The man was just taking money from another customer, who was climbing into the back of the first van. He came back. "Well, that didn't take as long as I expected."

"It's been awhile." Mark handed him another fifty. "How much extra if I fuck him again?"

"Hell, if you can get it up twice, the second is on the house." He handed over a key. "Have fun, but not too rough, eh? Remember, he doesn't belong to you, so don't damage him." The man raised his voice. "This'll be your first time with the toys, kid. Remember to try to relax. It'll hurt worse if he has to pound something up your ass."

Mark unlocked the box and dithered over the contents a little. The first items he removed were two old fashioned wooden clothespins. These he clipped to the boy's stiffened nipples. He flicked them, watching the nubs stretch and pull, listening to the boy's sharp gasps of discomfort--but the boy's cock still hadn't softened. So next Mark pulled out the cock ring, and snapped it tight around the boy's erection. "There. You won't be able to come, even if you want to, till I ALLOW you. Now, what else?"

The vibrator was used to massage the boy's balls, shivering them in their furry sack while he twisted. Then the length was slowly, slowly slid into his rectum. When there was only about an inch left outside, Mark twisted the base, setting it to 'Earthquake Vibration'. He sat back and enjoyed watching the boy's gyrations, while he stroked his own cock. It was beginning to firm up again nicely.

He tried each of the fake phalluses, though he didn't try to force the last inch or so of the big one inside. He was mindful of the man's warning. Next he fucked the boy with a carefully varnished broomstick, a long, thick cucumber, and finally a longneck beer bottle. Once he had that one firmly lodged in the boy's ass, he got the Polaroid and took a close-up of the brown glass stretching the pink ring of muscle. He took another couple of shots, each one with the bottle inserted to a

different depth.

Finally he was fully hard again. He put away the bottle and moved up behind the boy again, this time with the camera at the ready. He took a steady stream of shots--glans tip just spreading the asshole, starting to slide in, half buried, pubic bush against pale buttocks. He leaned in close, so that he got a good shot of the boy's anal ring straining around the impaling pole of his cock. Then he set the camera aside and fucked him again, reaching around to tug on the clothes pins.

He finally came again. He spent another few minutes playing around--sucking the boy's balls, ramming his fingers deep and massaging his prostate. By the time Mark unfastened the cock ring from the boy's painfully swollen penis and jerked him roughly to a climax, his play toy was shaking and moaning.

Mark got dressed, and stepped out of the van. The man met him. "Satisfied?"

"Very."

"I'll need to see the pictures."

Mark handed over the stack. As the man shuffled through them, examining them closely, he said, "Will you be around again?"

"We're almost always around." He handed the pictures back. "These are safe. Good, too. Makes me wish I had a set. You have good jerk off material there. Just talk to Brat when you want to find us again. We'll probably have something fresh for you next time." They were coming around the back of the first van. A man was sitting in the back, legs dangling over the edge. He held the first boy on his lap, grinding his cock up into the wincing boy's ass. The man paid no attention to them as he escorted Mark back to his car, and pointed. "It's hard to see, but you can turn around right over there--across the road."

He watched as Mark turned the car. When the glow of the tail lights had receded, he went to the front van and opened it. Making his way in front of the boy, he first took off the blindfold, then the gag. "You okay?"

"Fuck no, I'm not okay!" The boy's voice was almost tearful. "I've had some sick fuck's fingers, tongue, and dick up my ass. He shoved a fucking beer bottle into

me! I ache like a son of a bitch."

The man casually parted his buttocks, examining him. "You're not bleeding. Hm, the inconsiderate fucker left the clips on." He removed the clothes pins, dropping them in the box. The boy's crimped nipples looked reddened, and bruised.

"I did what you wanted. Lemme go."

The man's face hardened. "Are you kidding? You've got another two nights at least before you work off what you owe." He pinched one bruised nipple hard, and the boy cried out. "If you weren't too damn lazy to have a regular job, and if you didn't think whoring was beneath you, you wouldn't be in this situation. My boss doesn't kill people who owe him--how would he ever get his money back then? And he doesn't break bones for the same reason, unless he doesn't have a choice. You were given your choice, boyo. This, or a broken kneecap, and added interest. You chose this. Well, you're not backing out of your bargain."

"I didn't think it would be like this."

The man laughed. "What, you thought a few old fairies would pay big bucks for the privilege of sucking you off?"

"That wouldn't have been so bad. But I can't take any more of being fucked. I'm not gay."

"Yeah?" The man reached down and stroked the boy's sticky cock, then toed the puddle of congealing sperm in front of him. "You sure about that? You're enjoying this almost as much as the other one, and HE volunteered." There was the sound of an approaching car. "Whoops. Gotta go tend the counter." He quickly re-blindfolded and gagged the protesting boy. He gathered the toys, ready to give them a quick disinfecting, and reloaded the camera. The last thing he did before leaving the van was reinsert the pink butt plug. Then he patted the boy's ass. "Hang in there." He chuckled, and reached up to twang one of the taut ropes that held the boy's arms. "Oh, wait--you HAVE to, don't you?"

As he shut the van door, the boy reflected that it was ironic--for days his ass was going to be too sore for him to ride the motorcycle he'd bought with the money he'd gotten from the loan shark.