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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tokio_Hotel
  Relationship:
      Bill_Kaulitz/Tom_Kaulitz, Bill_Kaulitz/Tom_Kaulitz/Bushido_(Anis_Mohamed
      Youssef_Ferchichi)
  Character:
      Bushido_(Anis_Mohamed_Youssef_Ferchichi), Bill_Kaulitz, Tom_Kaulitz,
      David_Jost, Original_Female_Character, Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Forced_Prostitution, Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Series:
      Part 4 of Where_Evil_Lays
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-16 Chapters: 2/? Words: 12073
****** Long Road to Nowhere ******
by Billxbesitztxmeinxherz
Summary
     Bill finds himself tricked into prostitution by a pimp named Tom. Tom
                feels that there's a need to 'test the goods'.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Bill hates nights like this.
 
It's drizzling outside and while any logical person would be inside for such
weather, Bill is not. Instead the seventeen year old is standing out in the
middle of the rain, wet to the bone and freezing his miniskirt off. The sheer
black pantyhose do little to warm Bill's legs and he buries his nose deeper
into his thin coat. The material in Bill's only source of protection from the
wind is poor. With the passing of each late August night, the temperature in
Rhode Island continues to drop. The rain is starting to pick up now but Bill
still makes no move to go inside.
 
"Hey bitch." A female voice, low and raspy, calls out to the teenager. Bill
keeps his nose tucked in his coat but lifts his eyes in acknowledgement. A
twenty-something year old woman with smeared lipstick and chunky boots makes
her way over.
 
"Hey. David got you working late tonight?" Upon closer look Bill realizes the
girl has been crying. Bill displays no concern.
 
"There's a group of girls 'round the other end by the McDonalds. Stacy's
already picked up like five customers from off of the street. You want to
come?" The woman lights up a cigarette and offers Bill a drag that he takes
gratefully. Numb fingers cradle the flimsy thing and a slight shiver works it's
way through Bill's body.
 
"Tess, you know I can't." Bill sends the woman an accusing glare and she holds
up her hands in defense.
 
Tess knows well enough by now why Bill can't simply come around to the other
side of the truck stop with her. While Tess and the rest of David's girls hang
out front by the main entrance, Bill can't bring himself to. Bill doesn't think
that he'd be able to handle the curious looks to children as they went inside
for McDonalds or the glares from commuters getting their morning cup of coffee
at Dunkin' Doughnuts. Bill doesn't think that he has the balls to just stand
out there in the open for the entire world to see. But most of all, Bill
doesn't think he wants to know how furious Tom would be if he left him.
 
"You know I can't leave Tom." Bill whispers, tucking a long loose strand of
black hair behind his ear. "Besides, three o'clock is when my man from Stop and
Shop normally comes by."
 
"Tom still knocking you around as much?" Tess' eyes are concerned but curious.
Bill can only bit his lip and shrug a little.
 
"The offer from David is still open. You know you'd like it better than working
for Tom. David sets us up in a motel and everything! Does Tom do that for you?"
 
"Tess not tonight." Bill's look turns dark. "He's watching me tonight. Thinks
I've been stealing profits."
 
"You, the little girl scout? Bullshit." Tess scoffs. "Bill you are many things
but one of them is definitely not a liar."
 
"He's just making sure. When I was on my own, my last three customers shorted
me."
 
“Man’s a bastard.” Tess tosses her cigarette onto the ground and stubs it out
with her heel. “You’re going to end up dead one day.”
 
“Tess, just go.” Bill’s tone is no longer as welcoming to the woman and Tess
senses it.
 
“Fine.” Tess scowls. She turns to leave but not before shouting over her
shoulder, “Tell Tom I say hi and for him to rot in Hell.”
 
Bill watches the woman leave, taking in everything from the manner in which her
hips swing to the slight limp she’s taken on. Bill hugs his own jacket tighter
around himself, upper body warm but legs bared for display. Legs are what
really bring the customers in. It could be snowing outside and Bill would still
be wearing that damn miniskirt. Tess’ form finally disappears back around the
truck stop and Bill is finally left seemingly alone in the back parking lot.
While the front parking lot is for travelers and commuters, the back lot is
where all of the trucks and commercial vehicles park. This particular truck
spot, beneath the nose of carsick tourists, is also part of the largest
prostitution ring on the East Coast.
 
The blinding headlights of an eighteen-wheeler finally pulls up and Bill’s back
stiffens instinctively. The teenager quickly shakes himself of his fear and
begins to make his way over to the truck. The driver inside is already waiting,
a long time customers that knows the deal, as Bill’s bony hips jut out like a
supermodel’s when he walks. Growing up in a suburb in New Jersey, Bill’s
natural walk did not look like this. Instead the boy normally slouched, curling
into his body, with his head ducked. However, while at work, Bill was expected
to put on a show. If Bill didn’t perform, Tom got mad. And when Tom got mad,
Bill experienced the man’s wrath firsthand.
 
“Hey there little girl.” The truck driver pops open the door to the main
compartment. “What’s a sweet little thing like you doing out here by yourself?”
 
“I’m lost.” Bill grasps his hands behind his back and slumps a little. The dark
haired teen then makes a point of directing a pathetic pout up at the man. The
sight has the man flushing with arousal and Bill resists the urge to wrinkle
his nose.
 
“Why don’t you get into my truck?” The man smiles and extends a hand for Bill
to take. “I’ll help you find your mommy and daddy.”
 
“Mommy said not the talk to strangers. Mommy said that bad things happen to
little girls when they leave with strangers.” The lines sound like something
out of a bad porno but Bill’s so immune to this all that he doesn’t even care.
Bill has a variety of characters for role-playing memorized. The boy is simply
running a script now, something thought out in advanced and well worded, and it
seems to be working quite effectively on the customer.
 
“Get in my truck, girl. I’ll help you find your mommy and daddy.”
 
“Do you have candy?” Bill’s face even blushes a little as he says this.
 
“Y-yeah. Now get in my truck.” The man’s breath hitches and Bill sighs,
stepping up on the big ladder into the truck. The area is crammed and the
customer’s round beer belly doesn’t help with the fact. Nevertheless, Bill
manages to crawl around the man and plop into the seat besides him. As soon as
Bill is seated, the man is launching himself at Bill.
 
The teen simply rolls his eyes as the truck driver paws at his clothes like a
wild animal. The pantyhose are roughly tugged off, followed by the winter coat,
the miniskirt, a tank top, and finally Bill’s lacey underwear that’s meant for
women. Bill may look like a girl with his smudged black eye shadow and long
silky hair, but the item between Bill’s spread legs is clearly not.
 
This however does not slow the man down. He knows that Bill’s really a guy but
doesn’t care the slightest as long as he can shove his dick into a hole. This
is another reason that Bill refuses to go to David. All of David’s whores are
women, women that stand by the side of the road and entice men to take them
back to the motel David has set up. Bill has only been mistaken for a girl
twice before and the angry men’s surprise was not something Bill wanted to
relieve. They’d call him a ‘fairy’ and a ‘faggot’ and a ‘deceitful little
bitch’. The teen had then been beaten within an inch of his life, both times,
and still had the scars to prove it.
 
“I was so hard the entire ride down here.” The customer rasps against Bill’s
neck as chubby fingers tangle in Bill’s hair. “Just thinking about getting
inside that tight little ass. Are you going to cry for me? Are you going to cry
little girl when I shove my fat dick inside of you?”
 
“You lied! Mommy said to avoid bad people you like you! Let me go!” Bill gives
a halfhearted slap to the man’s wandering hand. The truck driver simply laughs
as he unzips the front of his jeans. The pathetic fat little thing that comes
out does not even deserve in the descriptive word of ‘cock’.
 
“I’m going to fuck you so hard girl.” The man’s just a little too excited and
Bill frowns.
 
“Condom.” Bill drops of character immediately. The cold tone to the teen’s
voice is a complete one eighty from his previous one and it takes a minute for
the customer to catch up.
 
“What?”
 
“Condom.” Bill says again, eyes blank. “You know the deal. You either fuck me
with a condom or I get the hell out. Don’t even try and think of stopping me,
Tom’s with me tonight.”
 
“Condom? Condom, right.” The man opens the glove compartment and rummages
around for the small square packet. The man’s brow creases in worry and Bill
cannot help but hope that the man has run out. The boy’s already had six
customers for the night and his rear is killing him. However just as Bill is
about to redress, the man emerges with a victorious sound.
 
“Got it!” The truck driver looks to Bill for approval and Bill simply smiles
sweetly.
 
“Oh no! Mommy told me what those things are!”
 
===============================================================================
 
Finally after an hour of being drilled into upholstery, Bill stumbles from the
truck. The windows have fogged from the activities of the two passengers inside
and Bill breaths the fresh night air in deep. The teen’s hair is slightly
mussed, but with one swipe of a sweaty hand, the locks fall smooth once more.
 
A figure is waiting outside at the foot of the truck when Bill reemerges. The
man is none other than twenty-six year old Tom Kaulitz and the expression on
his face is not a friendly one.
 
“Hey bitch where’s my money? You count it?” Tom barks as Bill steps down from
the vehicle besides him. Bill barely even has time to answer before Tom is
slapping the poor boy across the face, hard. Bill reels in pain but does not
even whimper as he hands the green bills over.
 
“Bill? Everything okay out there?” The truck driver’s curious head pokes out
from a rolled down window.
 
“I’m fine.” Bill answers quickly, ducking his head as the customer stares at
him. Bill knows what he looks like when standing besides Tom. At least when
Bill is standing out in the parking lot alone, he can pretend that he lost his
keys when curious eyes watch him. But there is no fooling anyone when Bill,
young Bill in his miniskirt and pantyhose, is standing next to Tom Kaulitz.
 
Bill can practically see the fear in the man’s eyes as he looks Tom over and
Bill doesn’t blame him, Tom’s a scary bastard. The pimp’s black hair is braided
into cornrows and he carries himself like he means business. Bill watches the
truck driver’s eyes move from Tom’s expensive Rolex watch to the fat sparkling
diamond stud on his left ear. Bill watches the truck driver’s eyes take in
Tom’s muscled form beneath the pimp’s baggy designer jeans to the tight wife-
beater Tom wears over it. Bill can feel the truck driver’s eyes then turn of
Bill and Bill blushes. The teen looks like exactly what he is when he’s
standing next to Tom, a cheap whore. A cheap whore whose outfit mostly consists
of clothes from K-Mart and Sears.
 
“He done fucking you?” Tom’s eyes flash up to the driver.
 
“Y-yeah.” The man says unsure of how to respond.
 
“Then get the fuck out of my lot. You’re blocking traffic and I’m going to
squeeze three more customers out of this bitch before the night is over.” Tom
is aggressive in everything he does and the driver immediately backs down.
 
“Yeah…sorry. So I’ll be heading back this way once my run is done. Around three
maybe?”
 
“Yeah whatever just your truck out of my spot.” Tom glares before returning to
counting the money. The pimp checks it once, twice, and a third time just to be
sure that Bill hasn’t pocketed anything for himself. Then the eighteen-wheeler
is pulling away to park off towards the back of the lot for a good night’s
sleep. Bill’s night however is far from over.
 
“Three more?” Bill’s voice comes out in a soft whisper. Tom looses count of how
many twenties are in his hand and he cruses.
 
“What did you say to me bitch?” Tom barks and Bill’s blood begins to pump a bit
faster. “What did you just ask me?”
 
“Three more, Tom? I’ve already had seven counting that last guy.” Bill picks up
his gaze barely in time to see Tom’s hand shoot out. The teen gasps, nails
clawing at Tom’s hand that is now closed around his throat.
 
“Are you fucking back-talking to me? Tell me you’re not fucking back-talking
me. Bill? Tell me that you just didn’t fucking back-talk to me.” Tom’s dark
brown eyes appear more black than brown. The pressure around Bill’s throat has
the teen struggling to force out the words.
 
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it Tom!” Bill whines,
windpipe slowly closing off.
 
The teen begins to thrash in the older man’s hold as Tom cuts off Bill’s air
supply. Long manicured nails dig into Tom’s skin as the pimp watches Bill’s
face turn purple. Fear is coursing through Bill’s body, the fear that he’s
finally pushed Tom too far and that the man’s had it with him. The only glimmer
of hope that Bill has is how Tom seems to be getting aroused at how Bill’s eyes
are wide with panic. The man leans forward and presses his nose to Bill’s hair,
inhaling deeply, before grunting in pleasure. Then suddenly the pressure is
gone and Bill is left to fall onto the wet asphalt. The teenager lands on his
knees, gasping for breath and breaking into tears.
 
“I’m sorry.” Bill whimpers, crawling forward and latching onto Tom’s leg. He
presses a series of small desperate kisses to the pimp’s jeans and begs for
forgiveness. “I’m sorry Tom. Please don’t hurt me.”
 
“I’ve just about had it with your shit. My fucking money is disappearing. I’ve
got Jost and ten others to compete against. The last thing I need right now is
a mouthy little bitch who needs her mouth filled just to shut up.” Tom lashes
out, kicking Bill from him. The teen cries out in pain when Tom’s sneaker hits
him square in the ribs and he falls to the ground once more. The boy is a
quivering mess on the ground now, exhaustion and malnutrition leaving his body
weak.
 
“Get the fuck up.” Tom sneers, “Get the fuck up. Bill? Bill, did you hear me?
Get the fuck up? I’ll fucking pop a cap in your ass if you don’t get up right
now! Bill?”
 
Tom’s right hand dives beneath his shirt and pulls out a Walther P99 semi-
automatic. The movement is a familiar one in the corner of Bill’s eye and the
teen cries out.
 
“Natalie did it!” Bill screams, holding his arms above his head. Tom’s face
drops and he jabs Bill’s shoulder roughly with the gun.
 
“What?”
 
“No. No I can’t. She told me not to tell. She said she’d kill me if I told.”
Bill is sobbing now and Tom can only roll his eyes.
 
When Tom was twenty-three and already a few years into having a steady stream
of customers, he decided to branch out with his selection of girls. Up until
then, Tom was known for specializing in pretty blondes (most of them dyed) that
were good at sucking cock. It was during this time that Tom got the brilliant
idea to add some underage jailbait to the group. He’d originally planned on
nabbing this sixteen-year-old girl that was currently working the street corner
without a pimp, when he’d spotted Bill. Bill Trumper was a fourteen-year-old
ward of the state that had nowhere to go since Bill had a tendency to run from
his foster homes. It had been all too easy.
 
“Hey kid.” A voice called and Bill turned around in confusion. Bill was
currently walking along the sidewalk, headed to a laundromat, when a sleek
looking Cadillac Escalade pulled up along side him.
 
Bill’s back immediately stiffened, all too familiar with gang violence in these
parts. The child was just about to make a run for it when the voice called out
to him again.
 
“Hey kid I’m not gonna shoot ya. Come over here.” A black tinted window rolled
down to reveal the smiling face of a boy that appeared harmless. Bill couldn’t
help the small stutter that his heart gave as he gazed at the rather attractive
man in the expensive looking car. The man’s dirty blonde hair was gathered into
dreadlocks and Bill was immediately impressed, thinking this older boy as cool.
 
“What do you want?” Despite Bill’s growing crush, he was no fool. Bill knew
what happened to homeless kids like him on the street. “I’m part of any gang if
that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just passing through so leave me alone.”
 
“Kid I’m not part of any gang. I’m simply stopping to ask if you’re alright.”
The man’s eyes were a happy warm color of brown that seemed to pierce Bill’s
broken soul. The boy muttered something under his breath when the man spoke
again. “What?”
 
“I said,” Bill spoke up, “What does it matter to you?”
 
“What does it matter to me?” The man smiled at Bill’s sharp tongue, “Here I am,
driving alone and minding my own business, when I spot this fifteen-year-old
kid who looks like he just got the shit beat out of him and you ask me why I’m
concerned? What happened to you, kid? Older brother knock you around good?”
 
“No. I don’t have an older brother. I got beat up by some guys that live on my
street. Not like it’s any of your business though.” Bill glared before he
started walking off again.
 
“Hey! Hey kid!” The man called after the boy, car rolling slowly down the
street so that he could talk to Bill. “I’m just trying to help. I’ll be honest
you like hell right now.”
 
“I don’t need your charity! And what are you, driving around in a ride like
that in this neighborhood? Some sort of pimp?” The man could smile at Bill’s
word and shake his head.
 
“I just so happen to run my own construction company. Pardon me if I’m not
allowed to lavish myself with a car every once in a while. I just wanted to
make sure that you didn’t need some help or anything.”
 
“I already said that I don’t need your help!” Bill screamed, hands clenching
around the broken backpack in his grip.
 
“What happened to your backpack? Why you carrying it like that?” The man asked,
car still rolling along slowly as Bill continued walking.
 
“It’s broken, asshole. One of the guys from earlier grabbed me by it and broke
the strap.”
 
“You want a new one?”
 
“What?” Bill’s head picked up as he eyed the man uneasily. “Who the fuck are
you?”
 
“The name’s Tom. Tom Kaulitz.” The man smiled, tipping his hat as if greeting a
lady. “And you are?”
 
“Bill.” The kid sneered, feet pausing. Tom’s car rolled to a stop besides the
child standing on the sidewalk.
 
“Well Bill,” Tom smiled, “Can you lay concrete?”
 
“I’m sorry?”
 
“Can you lay concrete? Can you use a hammer? Do you know how to read blue
prints?”
 
“N-no.” Bill’s face pulled into a frown, distrusting this strange man. “Why
would I know how to do that?”
 
“Because I can give you a job with my construction company if you’d like. It’d
give you some steady income and maybe buy you some decent clothes. Where do you
live? I’ll swing by and ask your parents if it’s okay with them.”
 
“I don’t have parents.” Bill snapped. Tom blinked at the violent reaction
before Bill’s face was pulling into something softer. “I’ve got nowhere to
stay. It’s just me.”
 
“You wanna learn how to lay tiles? It’s an easy enough job and I’ll pay you
fifty an hour.”
 
“F-fifty an hour?” Bill’s mouth dropped open. “Are you shitting me?”
 
“No, I am not ‘shitting’ you.” Tom’s smile had grown larger now. The man in the
car was a spider. A spider that woven a enticing web that glittered with
morning dew drops and was now luring the clueless butterfly towards it. Once
caught, the spider would then tie the butterfly up tight and suck out its
blood.
 
“What’s the catch?” Bill was still a little skeptical but his guard was
definitely lowered now.
 
“No catch. I need me some summer workers. You want the job or not?” Tom said,
now sounding as if he could really care less if Bill came with him. Just like
that Tom had dangled something desirable in front of Bill and was now coldly
threatening to take it away.
 
“No! I want it! I want the job!” Bill said, taking a step forward as if Tom
would speed away at any moment. Tom grinned. The butterfly was now fluttering
around the web in curiosity.
 
“Alright then kid.” Tom said leaning across the passenger side to open the
door, “Get in.”
 
===============================================================================
 
“Why are we here?” Bill asked looking to Tom questioningly. The pair was
currently walking in a cheap looking motel. The vacancy sign was flickering in
need of a bulb change and the man at the concierge desk didn’t even give Bill a
second look. Bill knew something was up. Bill was clearly far too young to be
hanging out with a guy around Tom’s age and Tom was far too young to Bill’s
father. Why hadn’t the man said anything?
 
“I just need to meet my business partner for a quick meeting. I’ll introduce
you to him since you’re working for the company now.” Tom smiled; pocketing the
key the concierge gave him.
 
“Oh. Okay.” The boy follows the older man down the hall and into a hotel room.
There inside is a dark skinned man with tattoos inked into his skin. The man
doesn’t look like a construction worker (although neither does Tom now Bill
thinks about it) but rather looks like he should be a wrapper or something.
 
“Bushido, my man.” Tom smiles, extending a hand. The two grasp hands before
pulling one another into a hug that presses their shoulder together. Bill can
only snicker, recognizing the awkward gesture as a man hug. The other man’s
eyes flicker down to Bill and now the smile is instantly wiped off Bill’s face.
 
“Who’s this?” Bushido asks, nodding towards Bill. Bill doesn’t like the dark
look in the man eyes and he steps behind Tom for protection. The sign of
weakness has the dreadlocked man barking out a gruff laugh.
 
“This is Bill. I told you that I’d been looking some more help.” Tom’s hands
tighten around Bill’s shoulder and shove him front and center. “Bill say hi.”
 
“Hi.” Bill whispers, eyes downcast. Something is wrong here. Something is
something very wrong here and Bill can feel it.
 
“How old are you?” Bushido’s eyes land on Bill’s tiny hips and the boy squirms.
 
“Fourteen.” Bill says and he feels Tom’s hands tighten in surprise.
 
“Fourteen?” Tom asks, looking down at Bill in wonder. Bill cannot help but
think that Tom looks like a little kid that just won a prize at a fair.
 
“Y-yes. Is that a problem?”
 
“No I think you’re going to be the answer to our problems.” Bushido laughs and
Bill stares at him in confusion.
 
“How so?”
 
“You ever suck cock, Bill?” Tom’s breath picks up a little and Bill whirls
around in shock.
 
“What?” The boy’s eyes are wide, hoping that he heard wrong or that Tom’s words
came out worded incorrectly.
 
“Have you ever sucked a cock?” Tom repeats, eyes narrowing into a leer.
 
“What are you talking about?”
 
“Bushido shut the curtains.” Tom instructs and Bill’s stomach drops. The child
makes a bolt for the door only to find that it’s locked. Bill can’t get out
unless he has the key. What kind of a motel still used actual metal keys?
 
“Get away from me!” Bill warns, backing up against the door.
 
“Baby come here.” Tom smiles, opening his arms wide in welcome.
 
“Stop right there! I’ll scream for help! I swear I will!”
 
“Baby no one is going to hear you and if they do they won’t care.” Tom is
shaking his head as Bushido tugs the curtains closed. Bill’s heart is now
beating wildly in his chest and he whimpers.
 
“Get away from me.” Bill’s eyes are wide as Tom bravely strides up to him. The
older man lets his hand fly and Bill screams as he falls back into the door.
Then Tom is pulling out a gun and Bill shuts immediately.
 
“Now listen here.” Tom’s voice is full of venom as his free shoots out to grab
a fistful of Bill’s hair. He gives the boy’s hair a good yank and Bill yelps in
pain when his hair is pulled too roughly.
 
“You are going to suck that man’s dick. You are going to suck it like you’re
angry at it and you are going to moan the whole time. Got it cupcake?” Tom’s
eyes are no longer warm but cold and full of something sinister.
 
“You can’t do this! I’ll call the police! I’ll call the cops and-” But before
Bill can finish, Tom’s slamming his gun against the side of Bill’s head. Bill
cries out and Tom watches the stream of blood that now is sliding down from the
boy’s hairline.
 
“You will do it! You’ll do it or I’ll blow your fucking head off. Do you hear
me? I’ll blow your fucking head off!” Tom shouts while Bushido stands in the
background smiling the whole time.
 
“No.” Bill’s eyes are pleading, “No please. I won’t tell anyone! Just please!
Please don’t make me.”
 
“Do it.” Tom’s eyes are cold as he grabs Bill by the wrist and throws him down.
Bill falls onto his hands and knees before Bushido is stepping up in front of
him.
 
“Open up cupcake.” Bushido smirks, grabbing Bill under the jaw. The boy is
crying now as he gazes up at the man in fear.
 
“Please don’t do this.” Bill pleads but Bushido is shaking his head ‘no’.
 
“Tell me how good he is and I’ll then I’ll judge.” Tom says stepping up behind
Bill. The man’s knees dig into the boy’s back and now Bill is pinned between
the two men. Tom grabs Bill’s head to hold him steady as Bushido unzips his
jeans.
 
“No.” Bill’s protests have been reduced to soft whispers. “No please.”
 
“Hold him.” Bushido says. The man’s most lethal weapon stands out proudly from
between the ‘v’ of the ma’s pants.
 
“I am.” Tom snarls, fingers forcing Bill’s head to remain still.
 
“No! No please!” Bill’s cries start up again with a new energy as he takes in
the sight of Bushido’s leaking member. “Please!”
 
“Just shut up already.” Tom snaps, giving Bill’s head a rough jerk, “God you’re
a whiny little bitch aren’t you?”
 
“No! No please!” Bill screams. Tom’s hips press up against the back of his head
as the man’s fingers clench around the boy’s jaw to hold his mouth open. Bill
can no longer form comprehensible words while being held like this and Bushido
sighs in mock relief.
 
“Alright there.” Bushido breathes in excitement, guiding his member closer to
the boy’s mouth. “Let’s see what you can do.”
 
Bill’s fingers can only dig painfully into the thick denim material of Tom’s
pants when Bushido jams his cock down his throat. The thing is monstrously
large, even by adult standards, and it’s the biggest thing that Bill has ever
swallowed. The boy chokes against the object being forced down his throat and
Bushido moans as Bill’s throat closes around him.
 
“Jesus.” Bushido swears, hands coming up to grab at Bill’s hair. Tom’s fingers
are still holding Bill’s jaw tightly so that the boy’s mouth is more like an
open cavern. It only makes it a better fuck hole in Bushido’s mind.
 
“Agh! Ah!” Bill whimpers are ignored as the men start discussing business.
 
“Wet?” Tom asks.
 
“Yeah nice and sloppy.” Bushido moans, pumping his hips forward a bit. Bill
gags around him and the older man smiles. “Yeah real nice and wet.”
 
“Vacuum?”
 
“Hmm pretty good. He still has a lot to learn but due to his age his mouth is a
little small for my tastes. I can’t even get all the way in there or I think
he’ll choke to death.”
 
“Then let’s try it.” Is Tom’s remark and Bushido chuckles.
 
“You ready?” The man directs down at the child that is currently attached to
his cock. “I’m going to see how far down in ya I can get.”
 
Bill’s eyes widened in a plea of resistance but Tom is already tipping the
boy’s head back. The skin on Bill’s neck is pulled taut, throat swallowing, as
the boy can now see Tom’s face. The man’s eyes are trained on Bill’s fearful
face and Bill glares back at the man that he was foolish enough to trust.
 
“Here we go.” Bushido sings. Bill closes his eyes as hands are all over his
face now, urging or caressing him.
 
Then Bill feels it. The large swelling warmth that pushes so far down his
throat that Bill cannot breath. The wet velvet walls that are the back of
Bill’s throat, spasm around Bushido’s cock. The sensation feels wonderful. Both
men watch as Bill’s lips are spread wide to accommodate Bushido’s large girth.
Both men’s eyes are watching how the boy’s throat struggles uselessly around
the piece of flesh. Both men are watching how saliva slips out of the side of
the poor boy’s mouth, as the man’s cock is jammed down the child’s throat.
 
“It’s like a fucking vag.” Tom smiles, “The way he’s all wet around you. It’s
like fucking some wet bitch’s pussy and now she’s slimming all around you.”
 
“Oh fuck yes.” Bushido moans. “Suck me down.”
 
“You heard him.” Tom growls, slapping Bill upside the head. “Suck him down
bitch.”
 
Bill doesn’t understand what that means and Tom sighs in frustration. It
doesn’t matter to Bushido though, because the wet tightness around his dick is
almost good as fucking. The man’s hips begin to rock backwards and forwards
into their victim’s mouth. Driving down the boy’s throat as if Bushido were
plowing the boy’s rear. The worst part is, with each thrust Bill’s head is sent
backwards only to meet Tom’s hips that move forward to meet him. Tom seems to
have gotten hard from their little show.
 
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” Bushido’s breath hitched as his hips slammed forward. Bill
could only wince as the man’s balls slapped against his chin and at the sour
salty taste of precum. Bill could smell the man’s musty natural scent and feel
the slightest bit of stubble bumping the tip of his nose. Seems Bushido was
need of a shave.
 
“Here it comes!” Bushido warns before he is throwing his head back in pleasure.
An explosion of hot sticky fluid is shot into the boy’s mouth and now Bill
struggles with all that he has. The boy is slamming backwards against Tom but
the man is already letting go of the boy. Bill falls to the floor and coughs
violently as a mouthful of semen dribbles down his chin.
 
“So?”
 
“Eight out of ten. He needs work but he’s a keeper.” Bushido tucks himself back
into his pants.
 
“Hmm.” Tom hums, watching as Bill hacks on the floor. “My little bitch.”
 
“You going to train him or just send him out there?” Bushido asks really caring
less what Tom decided to do with the boy.
 
“Think I’m just going to send him out. The whole little virgin thing is
adorable.”
 
===============================================================================
 
“You’re fucking lucky that you told me that.” Tom says pocketing his gun. Bill
whimpers and the pimp is hauling his whore up by the arm.
 
“What are you going to do to her?”
 
“That’s none of your concern. You just be a good little bitch and suck cock
when I tell you to.” Tom pats Bill’s head as if a pup. The boy wrinkles his
nose as his hair is messed up once more and then Tom is hugging Bill to his
body.
 
“T-Tom?” Bill stutters. The man has his front pressed to Bill’s and his hands
on the seventeen-year-old’s rear, pulling their hips together.
 
“You didn’t break our rule did you?” Tom’s eyes are accusing.
 
“No!” Bill cries out in shock. “Never Tom! Never!”
 
“Good.” Tom smiles. The pimp pulls his underage whore’s face closer to his so
close that Bill can feel Tom’s breath on his lips. Hooded eyes meet wide scared
ones. Eyes of a person who has been hurt so much. Eyes that are eager to
pleasure to avoid another strike of the hand.
 
“I’d never let anyone else.” Bill’s eyes flutter and Tom’s hands give his rear
a good squeeze.
 
“You’re mine. But you know that don’t you bitch?” Tom’s cheek brushes against
Bill’s and Bill can feel the other man’s stubble against his face.
 
“I’d never let anyone else.” Bill says what he knows Tom wants to hear. Tom’s
eyes turn cold again when he pulls back to look Bill in the eyes.
 
“Don’t push it.” Tom growls before he is slamming his lips over Bill’s.
 
The boy leans all of his weight against his pimp so that Tom has to support, he
knows that Tom loves being in total control. Their mouths meet hungrily against
one another with a few gnashes of teeth and biting of lips. All Bill wants is
to go home but he does not protest when Tom grabs his hand and drags into his
ridiculously baggy jeans.
 
“Hmm. You have such soft hands. You been lotioning every night like I tell you
to?” Tom sighs as Bill’s fingers curl around his half hard member. Bill gives
Tom a good hard tug and the pimp’s fingers, as strong as a basketball player’s,
grab a piece of Bill’s rear through his skirt.
 
“Yeah.” Bill’s voice is all airy and weak. He gives Tom another good pump and
the man’s hips rock forward into his hands. “And sometimes… when the other
girls aren’t around… and I’m lotioning my hands…”
 
“Yeah?” Tom pants.
 
“I finger myself and pretend it’s you that’s fucking me.” Bill makes of a point
whimpering softly and Tom is coming.
 
“Ah shit.” Tom rasps, arms still holding Bill against his body. “Ah fuck.”
 
“Take me home.” Bill pleads, true intentions now coming out. All Bill really
wants to do is sleep. “Take me home and fuck me.”
 
“Not a chance.” Tom laughs weakly pushing away from Bill. “We still have one
more customer for the night.”
 
“Oh.” Bill’s face drops and Tom slings an arm around his whore.
 
“We gotta go to that old motel down on Route 138.” Tom grins and Bill is
suddenly fourteen again. “You know the place.”
 
“Yeah I know it.” Bill grumbles and Tom laughs.
 
“Don’t be so cold baby. There’s a real nice man there for you. He’s missed you
a lot and I think you’ll be happy to see him.”
 
“Fine.” All emotion leaves Bill’s face as he becomes a blank slate. Tom grins
and presses his mouth to the boy’s ear.
 
“Then I’ll take you home and fuck you like you asked me to.”
 
The butterfly is foolish enough to land on the spider’s web. It had looked so
pretty and enticing with its many glittering jewels when it first landed but
now the butterfly finds that it is stuck. It was so easily to initially land
and yet when the creature wishes to leave, its feet seemed to be glued to the
web. The more creature struggles the more the web tangles around the butterfly
until it is totally unable to move. It is then, when the butterfly is trapped
and helpless, that the spider moves in for the kill. The spider appreciates the
butterfly’s beauty but hunger is the only thing on the predator’s mind now. The
spider’s fangs will pierce the butterfly and suck it dry. The spider enjoys the
butterfly’s beauty to the very end.
 
When all that is left of the vibrant creature is a dried out husk.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The sights that greet Bill on Route 138 have not changed much over the years.
As Bill rests his head against the car window, the seventeen-year-old's dull
eyes flicker at the few buildings they pass. The pavement is cracked, so the
ride is rather bumpy, especially the further down the road they travel. An
abandoned gun manufacturing factory disappears from Bill's line of vision on
the left as a rundown general store comes up ahead to Bill's right. The night
sky still hangs darkly overhead but Bill knows it will only be a matter of
hours before the sun bleeds over the horizon, bringing with it a new day and an
opportunity for Bill to catch up on his sleep.
 
The black SUV jolts as it drives over another pothole, probably faster than the
speed limit will allow, but there are no police stationed in this area. The
sudden lurch of the car sends Bill flying up in his seat slightly before
roughly depositing him back down. The sensation is enough to send a sword of
pain up Bill's spine but the boy's pained whimper goes unnoticed over the rap
music that is cranked obscenely loud throughout the vehicle, subwoofers
vibrating the inner cabin and Bill's cranium. The volume of the music is quiet
enough for Bill to hear Tom's attempt at rapping along with the music but loud
enough to not allow any conversation between the two. Tom prefers it this way.
 
Finally the Cadillac pulls into the familiar entrance of the scuzzy motel and
the music is shut off. Tom then turns to Bill, a smirk on his handsome face,
and Bill fumbles with the seatbelt a bit. Just as when Tom had brought Bill
here the first time, fear is lodged into the dark haired boy. The vacancy sign
is still missing a light and the remaining few are flickering on and off again
every few seconds. A stray cat runs across the parking lot directly in front of
Tom's car and Bill drops his head.
 
"You gonna behave tonight?" The pimp watches his whore with the intensity of a
hawk.
 
"Are we going home after this?" Is Bill's small response and Tom's smirk
falters for a minute. A silence falls over the car then as Bill refuses to meet
his pimp's gaze and Tom lets out a frustrated sound when he runs his hands
through his cornrows.
 
"What's up with you, huh?" Tom asks in a much softer, more pleasant, more
caring, tone of voice that brings tears to Bill's eyes. This is a side of Tom
that rarely comes out and it saddens Bill that he's being teased with such a
preview now. This is the side of Tom that Bill wished the twenty-six year old
would always show towards him, although Bill knows this is a foolish thing to
wish for.
 
"I'm just..." Bill finally musters up the courage to speak after a few moments,
"I'm just so tired, Tom."
 
The boy turns to look at the older man fully and Tom is surprised at what he
finds. Bill's eyes are dulled without any trace of that shimmering mirth that
normally is held in them, the boy's hair is a disheveled mess around his
hallowed face, and the boy's skin has adopted an almost grey hue. The factors
of malnutrition, sleep deprivation, and a total lack of will to continue
onwards has left Bill looking awful. Small bony shoulders sag as Bill releases
a tired sigh, back tensing as he waits for Tom's explosion of anger.
 
Whatever sympathy Tom had briefly felt is quickly swept away by Bill's
incorrect answer. The man's face hardens but he does not let his hand fly. Tom
had already been careless enough and hit Bill quite a few times that night and
he didn't feel like further damaging the goods. A muscled arm reaches across
the defeated boy to unlock the door before Bill receives a rough shove to the
shoulder.
 
"Get out." Tom snarls, hoping out of the car and slamming the door behind him.
Bill sluggishly crawls from the vehicle and gently closes the door behind him
when Tom is upon him. The dark haired boy cannot contain the small moan that
leaves his mouth when Tom's muscled frame presses up against his body.
 
Tom really has by far the best body out of every man that Bill has ever slept
with. Now given that Bill's clientele were normally middle-aged truck drivers
with beer guts, it was understandable why Bill so highly admired Tom's
physique. But it was widely known among Tom's workers, that he continually
slept with Bill despite the boy's young age. The boy had come to him at
fourteen-years-old and was in need of some supervision. Something that Tom was
more than willing to provide by having Bill live with him... and by sharing the
same bed.
 
"Tom, please." Bill whispers, eyes falling shut as Tom's scent is all around
him. Tom has Bill pinned up against the side of the car, arms forming a cage
around Bill's head, pelvis pushing into Bill's hips. They're so intimately
close and the younger cannot stop the odd fluttering in his stomach that he
always gets around Tom.
 
"Bushido's an important business partner, you got it? You don't even know half
the shit he's done for you to make sure that you're properly protected. So
you'd better be grateful tonight and suck his dick until he realizes how
thankful you are." Tom grabs Bill by the collar of his shirt and the teen
mewls.
 
"I will." Bill's eyes remain trained downwards and Tom smirks, hooking a finger
under the teen's chin so that he may look the other in the eyes.
 
"We'll be in and out within an hour tops." Tom promises with a subtle to
squeeze to Bill's rear with his other hand. "Then we'll go home."
 
"Hmm." Bill nods and Tom steps aside to allow the younger to lead the way.
 
Just as when Bill was fourteen, the man behind the front desk says nothing
about Bill and Tom's age difference as he hands over a room key. Then the pair
is making their way down the stained-carpeted hallway until they reach the room
that Bill knows for a fact Bushido will be waiting for them in. When they
enter, Tom and Bushido go through their ritual greeting of a handshake and man-
mug as they always do. The curtains have been drawn over the windows in advance
and the sheets to the bed have been pulled down to the foot. Bill can only
awkwardly stand there as Tom and Bushido catch up.
 
"Hey there Billy." Bushido sends the teen a grin from across the room and Bill
is immediately walking over to join them, tucking himself beneath Tom's arm and
mark of possession.
 
"Hi Anis." Bill uses the man's real name as he always has ever since hearing
Tom accidently use it once. For some reason Bill's greeting makes the dark
skinned man laugh and resists the urge to roll his eyes. The tight grip Tom's
has on Bill's hipbone serves as a reminder to watch his manners.
 
"How are you doing kid? Tom treating you nice and good? You must be like
fifteen now or something." Bushido scans Bill's body appreciatively from head
to toe.
 
"I'm seventeen." Bill replies dryly and the man whistles in wonder.
 
"Damn seventeen. Seventeen?" Bushido looks to Tom for confirmation. "I'm
getting fucking old if your sweet little ass is seventeen already. Shit man.
One more year and you'll be legal. What's Tom gonna do then?" Bill's shoulders
tense at this question but the pimp is one step ahead of the teen as he
squeezes Bill's side reassuringly.
 
"Bill's tight enough to keep the costumers coming in even if he's not underage
anymore. I'm thinking about holding off for a few years before getting some
more jailbait. Kids are brats and difficult to handle. Bill here was proof
enough of that."
 
Bushido throws his head back in another laugh as Bill's face burns red in
embarrassment. If it's one thing that Bill hated most, it was being chastised
by Tom as if he were Bill's parent. but as the boy pouts, Tom is nodding
towards the bed and Bushido is grinning in agreement. The time for talk is
over. Tom owes Bushido after the man saved the pimp's ass from being arrested
last month and he's going to use Bill to make it up to the man.
 
"Bill, baby, why don't you show Bushido how grateful you are for that nice
thing he did last month?" Tom smiles, sitting down the bed. "Bushido, man,
you're going to want to sit down."
 
The man can only raise an eyebrow in curiosity before he's joining Tom on the
bed, curiosity further peeked when Bill's begins to strip himself. The teen
sheds all of his clothing until he stands before the two men in the nude.
 
"Find a place and get comfortable." Tom instructs and Bill nods obediently. The
teen then plops himself into a nearby chair and stretches out his back briefly.
 
"What the fuck is he doing all the way over there?" Bushido whispers, eyes
narrowed in disappointment that the naked boy was so far away.
 
"Just wait, man. God we found out he could do this by mistake a few weeks ago.
I was bending him in half when we fucking and this happened." Tom smirks as
Bill cracks his neck and rolls his head around.
 
"What?" Bushido asks still confused.
 
But before Tom can explain any further, Bill has ducked his head down and taken
himself in his own mouth. Bushido howls in praise and excitement as Bill begins
to stimulate himself. The boy sits in the chair, hunched over so that he is
bent in half, arms gripping the arms of the chair, with his mouth perfectly
housing his own manhood. The sight is both disturbing and arousing but it
obviously has the latter effect on Bushido as the man turns to Tom in shock.
 
"Holy shit." Bushido swears as Bill sucks dutifully away at himself.
 
"He's fucking something else isn't he?" Tom grins, lazily falling back on the
bed and opening his pants. The pimp's cock springs half aroused out from his
pants and Tom throws his head back in a moan as he begins to pump himself.
 
Across the room Bill struggles to crane his neck down far enough. The position
isn't particularly comfortable but idea of the action arouses Bill like no
other. The teen breathes shallowly through his nose as he gives his cock a good
lick. The dual sensation of being able to taste himself and experiencing being
licked makes Bill's head swim.
 
"Fuck yeah." Tom grunts from across the room and Bill goes down a little
deeper. Because its his own body, Bill has master control over himself thus
allowing him go deeper than he dare with others simply because he knows when
his limit is.
 
Heavy shallow intakes of breath through the nose fill the air as Bill bobs down
a little further. Saliva is gathering at the sides of Bill's mouth and he grips
the chair a little tighter. Bill has managed to full arouse himself now and he
breathes shallowing again, struggling to obtain oxygen in his odd position.
Bill's back muscles pull uncomfortably but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
 
"Jesus." Bushido whispers, hand moving steadily in his pants. Tom lays perched
on one elbow besides him, dark eyes never leaving Bill's form.
 
Bill can feel it. The hot hard meat of his flesh as it pushes into his mouth.
His tongue laves at it, careful so that his teeth do not scrap himself,
rewarding the head with a strong good lick. Bill can taste himself, the salty
mixture that he can taste on his tongue. Bill tries his earnest to suck at
himself meanwhile as his groin jumps in approval at the treatment it is
receiving.
 
Hot hard flesh. Bill licks at it like a kitten laps milk and his entire body
trembles in pleasure. The boy his hyper aware of everything around him at the
moment as Bushido and Tom's noises become quieter in his ears. All Bill can
hear now is the pounding of blood in his ears and his sharp inhales as he tries
to breath. The fabric of the chair is scratchy against Bill's bare rear and has
no doubt turned the boy's pale skin an irritated red.
 
Finally Bill's back can no longer stand the strain and Bill rises up off
himself with a sputtering gasp. The cool air of the room engulfs his cock as
Bill gasps for air and arches his back.
 
"T-Tom." Bill pants, "I can't. I can't do it for much longer."
 
"Just a little more baby." Tom groans, not even bothering to pause in his
strokes as he speaks to Bill. "Come on, baby. Just a little more."
 
"Ahh." Bushido says weakly as he too jacks himself and Bill scrunches his noise
slightly. Bushido is much larger in size than Tom both in length and width as
well as darker in color. Bill appreciated good size but Bushido lacked the
skill to effectively use it. Bill was often left sore after their little romps.
 
"Bill!" Tom calls and Bill stretches his back once more before ducking down
again.
 
Bill wraps his lips around himself and hums in his throat. The stimulation and
sensation is wonderful but Bill needs something a little stronger to push him
over. So Bill begins to let his mind wander as the moans and groans of the room
become silent again. Instead Bill's ears specifically focus in on one voice,
one distinctive voice as the male moans softly on the bed. Bill envisions that
it is Tom sucking him off as Bill sucks Tom off at the same time. The pair had
only done 69 before twice as Tom wasn't too found of sucking Bill off but
remembered both experiences quiet vividly.
 
Bill imagined that they were home, back in Tom's apartment on the sagging couch
that the pair often ate dinner on. Bill inhaled deeply and let his mind clear
as he could practically feel the worn leather against his skin. In Bill's
fantasy Tom was displaying his other side to Bill, the soft and tender side
that Bill longed so deeply for. Tom would be speaking gently to Bill, murmuring
words of endearment and encouragement as Bill would suck at Tom. Bill would put
his heart into it, forcing Tom in deep as Bill's throat would allow him even if
he choked slightly.
 
Tom would groan in appreciation and then he too would begin to suck Bill. Their
formation would link them both as one and Tom would be gentle and loving with
Bill. Tom wouldn't criticize Bill on everything he did, he wouldn't yell as
Bill to suck harder or faster, and he wouldn't hit Bill when he got upset. No,
in Bill's fantasy Tom was the perfect man.
 
Bill moans around himself, in his mind it was really Tom that was sucking him.
The image was enough to send Bill over the edge and the boy pulls up and cries
out. His load shoots upwards and lands messily on his face, covering his eyes
and mouth. Bushido practically howls like a dog as he comes shortly after
seeing Bill's unraveling and then Tom was coming too. Both men fall back onto
the couch and Bill sags back in his chair, chest rising and falling with each
breath.
 
"Fuck, fuck." Bushido wheezes, laughing weakly. Tom turns to his side so that
his back was to the other man and tries to regain his breath, eyes flickering
briefly to Bill.
 
The teen's face was flushed red, white come still stuck to his face as he
struggles to even breath. It was an erotic sight. After a few moments Bill
picks himself up and collapses between Bushido and Tom on the bed. Bill
snuggles himself against Tom's back and the man thankfully lets him for a few
moments.
 
"That..." Bushido says once he's regained his breath, "Now that was something
else. Holy shit it was like out of porn."
 
"I told ya." Tom laughs, slinging an arm around Bill and then teen purrs, "I
was fucking him and he just went for it."
 
"Because you had my hands and weren't touching me." Bill pouts, mood
surprisingly light and happy.
 
"He's fucking amazing." Tom shakes his head and Bill beams, not at Tom's
compliment but at how Tom's arm remains around his waist. Simply being held was
the best praise that Bill could ever receive.
 
"That was hot." Bushido laughs in agreement.
 
===============================================================================
 
Bill finds himself drifting off into a sleep as Tom and Bushido continue to
chat on the bed. Neither have put their clothes back on, which Bill finds a
little gay, but he doesn't think much of it as he dozes off. The two men talk
everything from splitting profits to discussing the issue of Jost further
encroaching on their territory. Tom sees the way David watches Bill while at
work and it disgusts Tom.
 
Bill continues to sleep, only half conscious of the conversation happening
above him as he snuggles further into Tom's side. The gesture makes Tom flush
in embarrassment since not even Tom likes to acknowledge that Bill cuddles him
in bed at home. Bushido says nothing of it although his attention is now
directed back to the slumbering teen. Bill's tossing in his sleep has rubbed
the come from his face now and his slender legs lay tangled to create the
perfect nesting place for his flaccid cock.
 
The topic of sex is brought up accompanied by arousal as both men stare at the
sleeping boy. Tom decides that Bill has had enough of a nap and he roughly
jerks the boy awake. Bill's eyes fly open in surprise as he is shaken and looks
around the room in confusion for a few moments as his brain struggles to catch
up.
 
"Get up." Tom instructs and Bill rubs at his eyes. "We're gonna do one last
thing and then go home, okay?"
 
"Hmm?" Bill yawns cutely and Bushido growls lowly.
 
"After all this time and you still look like a damn bitch." Bushido smiles
darkly, rising up slightly off the bed to crawl closer to Bill. The man cups
the back of Bill's head with one head and Bill's eyes widened in panic as the
man's stubbled face begins to draw nearer. Bill's heart is beating wildly now
but luckily Tom is there to intervene.
 
"Sorry, man." Tom's arm grabs Bushido by the shoulder and pulls him back
sternly. "Bill and I have this rule, you see. I'm the only one that gets those.
it's a rule to make sure that Bill's not contracting anything unwanted from
costumers and to keep it more impersonal."
 
"Well I'm not some fucking costumer so you can trust me." Bushido shoots Tom a
look as he reaches out to grab Bill again. The man nearly has Bill in his grasp
when Tom's hand is crushing around his. Bushido swears as Tom's grip is barely
soft enough so that it doesn't break bone and he slaps Tom's hand away.
 
"What the fuck?" Bushido snarls and Bill unconsciously scoots behind Tom for
protection. The movement does not go unnoticed by neither Bushido nor Tom and
Tom smirks cockily at the other man.
 
"That's the rules. Don't go being a bitch about this and ruin your thank you.
We're not even done yet." Tom frowns and Bill's eyes widens as he turns to Tom.
Tom sends a smirk to Bill and the teen gapes at him.
 
"W-what?" Bill whispers as Bushido says the same thing in shock.
 
"I've been wanting to try this out for awhile but it's difficult to find the
right partner to trust." Tom smiles deviously as he produces the lube he'd
taken from his jeans.
 
"You said that we were going home after." Bill mumbles and Bushido barks out a
laugh.
 
"Now don't be that way Billy. I'm sure whatever Tom has mind will be just as
fun for you as I'm sure it's going to be for me." Bushido grins.
 
"Now don't be that way." The voice sounds distant in Bill's ears.
 
The room is swirling and Bill wills the vomit working its way up his throat to
stop. The fifteen-year-old's memory is fogged but he vaguely remembers going to
a club with Tom. The lights and music had been loud. Bill had been intimidated
and scared. The men in the club had eyed Bill as he waked past. Tom hadn't been
too pleased about that.
 
"Now you just sit down here." Hands are pushing Bill down onto a couch. Bill
eyes the green corduroy fabric and frowns. Where is he? Who's house is this?
 
Tom had said that they were meeting someone for his birthday. There had been
drinks, lots of drinks. Bill had no planned on having so many and yet the
various colorful concoctions had made their way into his stomach anyways. After
the first few, more had been shoved towards him by a man with a large smile.
Bill had not been able to say no.
 
"W-wha..." Bill intends to ask where is whereabouts are but the words are thick
on his tongue. So thick that Bill can't even seem to get his tongue to work
properly.
 
However Bill is not scared. In fact, Bill feels relaxed, really relaxed. The
boy's muscles uncoil as he sinks languidly against the couch and watches the
swirl of colors overhead. They're so beautiful and Bill reaches out a shaking
hand, nimble fingers just missing the swirls as they evade his touch. The boy
scoffs in frustration and leans forward a little more as an especially bright
burst flits in front of him. The child stretches forward, fingers just barely
grazing the burst, when they come in contact much more solid.
 
"You're really out of it aren't you?" The voice belongs to the solid figure in
front of Bill and the boy mewls when fingers encase his and bring them to the
stranger's chest. The man is warm and Bill clenches his fingers into the
material of the man's shirt. It's so warm and Bill suddenly feels cold. Bill
wants that warmth.
 
"Where?" Bill manages, closing his eyes as a pair of hands caress through his
hair. The boy purrs because it feels nice and the man's fingers are strong when
they press against his scalp.
 
"You just stay quiet now." The man is now pushing Bill back down so that he's
on his back on the couch. Bill allows himself to be dipped back and yawns a
little noise of tiredness when the man is crawling over him. Something sharp
pricks in Bill's mind in that moment but he can't quiet figure out what is it
yet.
 
The man's deep breathing fills Bill's ears as those strong hands cup the boy's
head. A slender neck roll backwards and allows the strength above it to support
its delicate arch. Warmness presses against Bill's body through his clothes as
the weight shifts around on the couch to find the perfect balance.
 
The weight moves once more and Bill finds that those hands are starting to
touch him. It feels nice and Bill sighs a little. Steadily as those strong
hands touch Bill all over, they begin to remove the child's clothes. The chilly
air causes gooseflesh to rise on the boy's arm in a steady wave as the freezing
air creeps it way up his body. The man has warmth and Bill wants it. In the
boy's drugged haze he arches his body upwards to meet the others, seeking,
seeking heat from the chilly air, and the man inhales sharply from above him.
 
Those strong hands are suddenly more forceful as they remove the last of Bill's
clothes and then the weight disappears briefly as the sounds of a belt buckle
are heard. When the man returns, he is naked against Bill's frame.
 
Bill is startled from his daze. That sharp feeling at the back of his mind
becomes clear.
 
"No." Bill says, weakly pushing against the man's chest. The man has strength
on his side and easily pushes Bill's resisting hands away.
 
"Shh." The man tries to silence Bill with a soft kiss to the throat and Bill's
heart jumps unpleasantly. The urge to vomit combined with nervousness and panic
are brewing inside of Bill's stomach. The boy pushes harder against the man's
chest when those strong hands begin to trail up his inner thighs.
 
"N-no! I said no!" Bill's tongue finally cooperates with Bill's mind and the
boy shoves once more. The shove is a lot rougher than the previous few and it
actually hurts the man slightly.
 
Suddenly those strong caressing strong hands become violent and malicious in
their actions. They seize Bill around the throat and press hard until they
crush the boy's windpipes. Bill gags. The boy's hands uselessly struggle and
scratch at the hands locked around his throat as his legs kick feebly out. Bill
chokes and gasps for air, fighting with all his body will allow in its drugged
state. The colorful swirls overhead in the room have left now to be replaced
with darkness and Bill tries to scream for help.
 
"T-T-om." Bill gags and the man laughs.
 
"What was that, bitch?" The hands lessen their hold and Bill hacks for breath.
The chilly air fills the boy's lungs as he sucks it in greedily before
exploding forth.
 
"TOM!" Bill shrieks at the top of his lungs and the man swears.
 
The those hands are attacking Bill once more. One hand struggles to cover the
child's mouth to silence him while the other tries to pin the child's arms
down. Bill fights with all he has.
 
The strength of a child cannot match that of a full grown adult's. Bill's
resistance is short lived as the man delivers a swift punch to the stomach that
momentarily paralyzes the boy. The boy's eyes are wide, his mouth open panting
for air that won't enter his lungs for some reason, as the man's hands first
enter his body. Bill cannot even scream.
 
Those hands, those strong hands that had earlier caressed Bill, now force their
way inside of his body without the aid of lubrication. The man remarks that
Bill deserves it after the way he'd acted. The boy's arms and legs are
readjusted like those of a doll's so that the man can derive the pleasure that
he seeks. Those fingers force Bill open larger than he'd ever been opened for
and Bill only finds out why after the man's shoving inside of him.
 
"Ahh!" Bill screams, tears immediately running down his face, as the man pushes
inside of him. The pain in his rear is unbelievable and Bill's hands are
pushing back against the man once more.
 
The man pays no attention and makes no effort to restrain Bill's scratching
claws as his greatest weapon is already planted within the trembling child. The
boy's body acts a sheath for the mighty sword that seems destined to tear the
boy in two. Blood pours between the two in their coupling as the child's cries
for the torture to stop only build in volume. The man enters Bill again and
again in animalistic thrusts that have the pathetic couch beneath them
squeaking and the corduroy digging painfully into Bill's back.
 
The man rips Bill apart. True that Bill had been taken many times previously
but none before had been this large nor violent. Harsh breath stained with
liquor pants directly in the boy's face and makes his eyes water as the muscled
mass coils and uncoils repeatedly over his form. Large hands grasp Bill's hips
and hold the boy down as the man's hips piston forwards.
 
"S-stop!" Bill sobs, mind delirious with pain. "Stop it!"
 
"You just shut up!" The voice snarls and Bill's head falls to the side after
receiving a slap to the face.
 
"P-please." Bill pleads through a nose clogged with snot and blood, "It hurts!
Please! Please!"
 
The man does not stop as he continues to take Bill. The blood from their
coupling has steadily gathered between the two as their bodies meet with wet
noises and the slapping of skin. The aggressor in the situation uses his hands
to drag his victim forwards as he slams the boy down onto his mighty cock. The
poor victim can only grab onto the couch in hopes of pulling away but
nonetheless is dragged downwards alarmingly rough onto the man. The boy's neck
cranes upward as his small mouth emits howls of pain.
 
As the boy's brutal rape continues onwards, his mind wanders. Bill thinks of
Tom. Tom, with his crooked smile and his impressive words of the adult world.
Tom, who pulls Bill in along side him in bed at night and strokes Bill's head
like one would stroke a dog. Tom, who always acts like he doesn't care but Bill
knows he does. Tom, who snaps at other men for trying to even lay a hand on
Bill. Tom, who saved Bill like a knight in his shiny black car from off the
streets that day. Tom is Bill's savior.
 
"T-Tom." Bill sobs weakly, eyes unable to make out his attacker's face in the
darkness. Bill is slapped across the face once more.
 
"Don't you talk about Kaulitz when I'm fucking you." The man snarls but Bill
surprisingly glares back at the man.
 
"Tom." Bill's eyes gleam with a fire that had not been there earlier. Bill has
no accepted defeat.
 
"You shut up." The man threatens, slapping Bill across the face once more.
 
"Tom! Tom!" Bill shouts in the man's face, cheek stinging from where he'd been
hit.
 
"Stop it." The man snaps, slapping Bill once more but this does not stop the
boy.
 
"Tom!" Bill shrieks the loudest yet, "Tom! Tom save me! Tom help! Tom!"
 
"Stop that!" The man shouts, raising his hand once more when Bill lunges
forward. The boy sinks his teeth into the man's nose and bites down hard. Hard
enough so that blood squirts into Bill's mouth and his teeth find cartilage.
The man roars in pain but Bill holds strong and refuses to let go, even when
the man's hands grab onto Bill's head and try to pull him from the man.
 
"Get the fuck off me!" Tom man cries desperately and Bill bites down even
harder. "You little fuck!"
 
Finally Bill releases the man, a mess of blood smeared around his mouth, as he
throws his head back and screams so hard that his throats hurts.
 
"TOM!"
 
A door flies open somewhere in the corner of the room, flooding the two people
on the couch in light. Bill wastes no time in scrambling towards the figure
standing in the doorway and throws his arms around the taller form.
 
"Tom! Tom!" Bill sobs, nuzzling his face into the man's stomach.
 
"Fler, what the fuck is going on here?" The man, who Bill know realizes is not
Tom, says. Bill's heart stops as he looks up to Chakuza. The boy retracts his
hold as if he'd been burned with fire and gapes helplessly.
 
The memories from the evening come swarming back in full. It was Fler's
birthday, or so Tom had told him at the club, and they were meeting up with the
man's posse. Bushido had been there as well if Bill recalled properly and had
been the one most aggressive in shoving drinks at Bill. The entire night Fler
had been touching Bill beneath the table, remarking what a pretty little bitch
Bill was. They'd then gone back to Fler's place... the others should be in the
media room as Tom had comment on earlier.
 
Bill's eyes dart to the open door behind Chakuza but before the man can even
reach out to stop Bill, the boy is darting between the man's legs and
scrambling out the door. The entire house is dimly lit with booming music and
smoke hanging in the air. There must be some sort of party going on because
Bill has to shove through quiet a crowd of people that he does not recognize to
get to the media room.
 
"Get back here, you little fuck!" Bill can hear Fler shout after him in the
crowd and Bill pushes through the crowd a little faster.
 
The house is a mess with beer bottles littering the floor, a mass of bodies
grinding to some dumb song that pounds throughout the house, and groups of
people passing around joints. Bill's tiny chest is pounding in overdrive now as
he spots Fler's head just a few people behind him, the man's face is furious
and there are clearly bite marks on his still bleeding nose.
 
Bill finally pushes past and bursts into the media room. The smoke in the air
is thicker here and all the lights have been shut off as a porno plays on the
television. About several heads swivel around to see who their uninvited guest
is and Bill spots Tom. The man's face contorts in confusion and then horror at
the blood smeared around the boy's face but Bill is more concerned with the
scanty clad blonde that's sitting in Tom's lap.
 
"T-Tom?" Bill says, eyes round to where the woman's skirt is hiked up and her
legs straddle Tom's lap on either side.
 
"Bill what the fuck?" Tom shifts and the woman moans softly. Before Bill can
even respond Fler is bursting forth into the room and grabbing Bill by the
hair.
 
"Got you, you little fuck!" Fler screams, shaking Bill by his hair. Bill cries
out in pain and collapses at Fler's feet, hands grabbing onto the man's in
hopes of alleviating the pain.
 
"Tom, help!" Bill sobs, reaching out towards the pimp for help.
 
"What happened?" Tom looks to Fler's bleeding nose to Bill's bloody mouth.
 
"This little shit bit me! He fucking bit me like a dog!" Fler shouts, shaking
Bill once more and Bill cries out.
 
"Tom! Tom, please! He's hurting me! Tom he's hurting me!" Bill pleads and
something that Bill cannot identify crosses Tom's face.
 
"You're making a scene, Fler." Tom frowns, "Are you going to finish your gift
or not?"
 
"W-what?... Well I guess if he'll behave." Fler stutters and Bushido snickers
from the couch.
 
"He'll behave alright. Go finish up." Tom says as Fler turns to leave. The man
drags Bill along with him as Bill stares wide-eyed at Tom. The man's eyes trail
over Bill's face for a few moments. "Just try not to be too rough with him."
 
"Tom?" Bill whimpers.
 
"Come on, you." Fler spits, tugging Bill roughly along.
 
"Tom? Tom!" Bill's voice begins to rise in panic. In the media room Tom turns
away so that he doesn't have to look at Bill. "Tom! Tom, please! Tom!"
 
"Will you shut up, already?" Fler snaps, pulling Bill back through the crowd of
people.
 
Bill looses sight of Tom among the crowd and his heart sinks. The last thing
Bill is able to see before he's tossed into the room he'd originally run from,
was Tom turning back to the girl on his lap and grinning. Grinning that heart-
breaking smile that made Tom's whole face light up. Grinning that smile that
Bill so desperately wanted to be directed at him.
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