Chapter 1 #3
Jared felt an overwhelming urge to vomit.
This can't be happening. Please, God. Let there be someone who saw them attack me. Please let there be a camera back here. Let there be a security camera and somebody watching.
“I said to open your fucking mouth!” Chris hissed, digging his fingers in deeper.
Jared gasped in pain. Two thick fingers jammed their way in between his teeth, hooking behind his bottom teeth.
His jaw was brutally pulled open. He felt his bottom pull further apart, warmth spilling down onto his chin.
Hot tears coursed fast and furious from his eyes.
“Keep it open. You bite me, I'll fucking snap your neck.” Chris removed his fingers from Jared's mouth, keeping a firm grip on his jaw with the other. Chris's dick rubbed along Jared's cheek, tracing the trail of tears that streaked down.
“Poor baby. Not quite how you thought you'd get fucked tonight, huh? You know you want it though. You're a real good little cocksucker, aren't you?”
Jared could smell the scent of soap, musk and an undercurrent of sweat.
He could feel a sticky moisture smear across his cheek as Chris dragged it back up to the middle of his cheek and then sideways towards the corner of his mouth.
He felt the spongy head tug the corner of his mouth and whimpered as Chris slid it in.
It bumped the back of his throat and he gagged.
“Throw up and I'll make you wish you were dead.”
Jared whimpered again as Chris eased up slightly before thrusting again. “Oh yeah, like that, baby. Suck it, bitch. Let me hear those sounds. Feels so good on my dick.”
Jared obediently hollowed his cheeks.
Just gotta do as they say and either someone will come or they'll finish. I'll be okay. Don't touch with the teeth.
Jared blanked out everything. He only existed as a mouth, concentrating on the mechanics of what he was doing and nothing more.
His jaw ached, made worse by the pressure of the fingers on his jaw.
He didn't even register sound anymore, neither his own whimpering tears nor the excited filth spewing from his supposed new friend's mouth.
The dick pistoning in and out of his mouth began thrusting harder and faster, requiring more concentration in order to not suffocate, until at last one savage thrust not only blocked his nose, but filled his throat with bitter, salty fluid.
The dick began to soften and pulled out even as he struggled not to choke.
His jaw was forcibly slammed shut and his nostrils pinched shut.
He flailed his arms wildly, only to have his head let go and his arms pinned.
He swallowed in a reflexive action. The hand holding his mouth closed let go, as did the hand pinching his nostrils.
He opened his mouth, dragging air into his screaming lungs.
He returned to awareness as he felt rough hands petting his hair.
“Good boy. Knew you were a good little cocksucker.”
Jared shuddered, blinking as he focused his eyes. It was Chris speaking, but it was Joe standing over him now, petting his hair. The gesture was strangely affectionate but his eyes were gimlets.
“Yeah, see his prick, you little cock slut?” Jared's eyes slid to Joe's other's hand. He opened his mouth obediently, hating himself as he did so. He made sure to take a deep breath.
“Just like that. Keep your mouth open. Such a dirty little bastard.”
Joe stroked himself but rather than bring it closer to Jared's mouth, he took aim.
Jared's eyes widened as he realized what Joe was about to do.
He screwed his eyes shut, hoping to avoid it hitting him in his eyes.
He smelled it before he felt it. The warm scent of ammonia was followed a split second later by the feeling of warm wetness.
He involuntarily clamped his mouth shut, only to feel the stream stop and he cracked his eyes open just in time to see the hand that swooped down to smack him in the mouth again.
“Open,” Joe ordered.
“And keep it open,” Chris added. Jared slid his eyes sideways to look at him.
Chris' prick was now hard again, and he stroked it almost idly.
Jared moaned piteously once more. “Come on, you've been such a good boy so far.
Open back up. Don't make us have to help you.” Chris sighed dramatically and reached out with one hand as if to grasp Jared's stinging jaw.
Can't let them get mad. Open, open.
Jared parted his lips and opened his mouth.
Chris patted his cheek. “Good lad.” Jared closed his eyes.
Twin streams hit his face this time, hitting his cheeks, some going into his nose, splashing his split lip causing it to sting, and seeping into his open mouth.
He continued to cry, his sobs shaking his body as hard as his sobs were soft.
It took less than a minute and then he heard the rustle of clothing shifting about as the two men tucked themselves back in.
Something dropped onto his lap. He looked down at it.
A twenty dollar bill. His humiliation was now complete.
“It was good, thanks. Maybe we'll see you again,” Chris taunted before turning to head out of the alley.
“Let's go. Somebody might come.” They walked quickly away, Joe's shoulder hitching as he struggled to zip his jeans back up as he hurried away.
Jared looked down at the money on his lap, unable to believe what had just happened to him.
One corner looked especially dark where it kissed the pale skin of his stomach.
Wait. My stomach. Hey, my shirt's ripped.
Great. I don't have that many clothes to go out in, and this was my favorite.
Must've torn when they dragged me. Huh. Perfect ending to a what should have been a really perfect day for reals.
He stuffed a fist into his mouth, curled up onto himself and slid down onto his side.
There's trash and God knows what on the ground here.
I'm by a dumpster. He dropped his hand from his mouth and grasped his shirt closed with both hands, one at the top of shirt, the other gripping three quarters of the way down.
This somehow made him feel even more naked and vulnerable. He cried harder.
He didn't hear the footsteps but became suddenly aware that someone was looming over him.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, don't do any more.”
The man knelt down beside him. “Hey, it's okay, man. I'm not whoever that was. Let me see if you're all right, please?”
This was someone new. He was taller than either Chris or Joe, and appeared less bulky. Jared registered sleek muscles on the arm that reached out towards him.
Jared peered up through the tears still threatening to spill from his eyes. “I- I thought you were those guys. Are they gone? Please, I need to go home.”
The strange feeling of detachment began to settle back over Jared. This time it was different though. The man's presence was reassuring somehow.
I'm okay. I did what they said, and they left.And someone came. This guy came. I'm definitely okay. He's helping me.
Jared let go. He idly registered the man's eyes flashing a bright gold and asking him his name. He answered on autopilot.
Teeth? What about my teeth? He ran his tongue over them. Yeah, I got all my teeth. He began to shiver violently. It's gotten so cold. Oh yeah, my shirt's ripped. But it's summer. Why is it suddenly so cold?
The man was still speaking and someone was answering him from very far away.
Sounds just like me. Jared stared in wonder as the man's eyes gleamed again the dim light. It was as if there was something in there behind them, peering out as Jared. The man's mouth was moving.
Oh! That was me. What was I saying? God, I'm so stupid.
The man's hands moved as if to support him as he moved to stand. Jared decided this was probably a good idea.
Get outta here in case they come back.
He didn't notice the money had fallen onto the ground. One moment he registered himself moving up from the ground. The next was a tide of darkness washing over him as his overwhelmed psyche simply gave up.