Laughing softly, Seth grinned, “Well hell, baby, keep me as long as you want.”
Groaning, Horatio laid him down on the bed and tugged his towel loose. “Be careful what you say.” He murmured and wrapped his hand around the guy’s hardening cock. “I might just take you up on it.” He moved lower and licked up the side of his shaft, captured the head between his lips and sucked firmly. Seth gasped, his body flinching hard as his fingers twisted into Horatio’s hair.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned loud. “Please do.”
***
“Please…don’t…” The boy whimpered and cried when the man stepped back. He choked on a hard sob when the tip of the whip bit his skin, not hard enough to cut but enough to sting fiercely. The guy had barely started when the men clamored at the edge of the small stage, shouting and yelling for the man to–“Fuck him!”
They weren’t really there for a show–they just wanted to watch the virgin boy get fucked good and hard. The guy walked the perimeter of the stage, shouting in a deep voice–“Show us the cash!” The second man remained in front of the boy, on the other side of the pole, unmoving, but he could feel his eyes on him.
The boy twisted his head, sobbing, clutching the pole as it began to grow slick with sweat and tears. The crowd tossed bills onto the stage, in a frenzy to see the boy’s innocence ripped from him.
The guy came up behind him again and this time he felt bare cock touch his ass cheeks. “Don’t.” he choked, crying.
The man began to stroke himself, a low chuckle vibrating his chest. “Baby boy, it’s time to become a man.” His breath was quick, ragged with anticipation. He tugged aside the thin strip of leather that ran down through the boy’s ass cheeks and pushed his cock head against his tight virgin anus. Just the slightest pressure caused a burning as the thick tip tried to enter.
“No-oo!” The boy struggled, trying to escape the pain.
“Hold him!” The man snapped at the second guy, his breath puffing hard with frustration, then shoved the boy forward hard against the pole as the other man grabbed him, holding him still. “Relax, baby.” The first man panted in his ear. “You’re gonna love cock.”
The man gripped his hips and the boy’s face pressed against the metal pole as the second guy held him secure. Tears rushed out and he stared into the dark orbs looking back at him from behind the mask. He could see nothing in there, only darkness. The boy squeezed his eyes shut, sobs piling in his throat, wondering if he would even make it through this night alive. “Please God,” he choked on his whispered prayer. “Please protect Maddy.”
His fingers tightening against the boy’s hot skin, the man before him whispered something that the boy couldn’t quite make out over the music and shouts of the raucous crowd–then the other man was shoving into him with force. The boy screamed.
***
Angel came awake with a cry, heart pounding. He was naked under the sleeping bag where he had crawled after Byrd had finished with him. The exhaustion of lack of sleep and having just been fucked so fiercely had pulled him into a heavy sleep.
He rubbed his eyes and found his face wet with tears. It was almost dark outside and he had to get to work. He glanced at Maddy’s bed and started to tense when he found it empty–until a body shifted next to him, on top of the sleeping bag. Maddy lay huddled up to him, arm around his waist. Did he know what Byrd had done? Would the guy have gone out there and admitted that he had fucked Angel as well as getting a blow job? Did he want Wade and Axel to know he was that much of a fag?
Lying back down for a moment, Angel drew Maddy’s head onto his chest and softly stroked his hair. “We’re going to get away, Maddy.” He whispered thickly. “We will.”
The boy shifted and sniffed, the wetness of his breath betraying his own tears–and that he wasn’t entirely asleep.
Angel kissed his head. “I have to go work.”
“Did Byrd…” He choked on his whispered words, shaking.
He thought about lying to him, but Maddy wasn’t a child anymore. He understood most of what was really happening to his older brother. “Yes.” Tears thickened his voice.
Maddy hugged him tighter and began to cry.
Sometimes it seemed that what was done to him hurt Maddy the most.
***
Max stared at the thin plaque, his eyes following the engraved letters that made up the Serenity Prayer. He’d found it in a thrift shop over a decade ago and bought it, in hopes the words could somehow help him come to terms with his life. He prayed it every day, but had yet to receive the comfort he was seeking. When Horatio had first seen it, he’d told Max they were just empty words, they wouldn’t change what he felt in his heart or help him accept the things he couldn’t change.