My First Fic...
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vigorliTitle: When Worlds Collide
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bahama_breeze77
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Vigorli
Warning: AU, angst, rape/non-con, hurt/comfort
Summary: When an older man finds an abused boy and gets mixed up in problems bigger than he can handle, can he help the boy put his life back together or will the evils of the world be too much for the both of them…
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Chapter 2
Orlando was currently slouched in a corner of the room with a dirty, ratty blanket wrapped around him to try and starve off the chilly air. He couldn’t decide if his shivering was due to the cold or the unease of waiting he experienced mostly every night. Waiting to hear the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, signaling someone was about to come in the room. It was about getting to that time when one of the men would usually come for him. Or so he thought, he had lost all concept of time; he didn’t even know what day it was or how long he had been here; rotting in this small room.
All he saw day after day was the flickering lamp on the ceiling that cast a week light into the middle of the room and the mattress that was lying on the floor across from him. He never lay on the mattress if he had a choice; it was covered in sperm, blood, sweat, and tears, the latter three a product of his own body.
He hated to look at it; it reminded him of the night this whole nightmare had started…
~~Flashback~~
The first thing Orlando realized as consciousness returned to him was that he was cold and there was a throbbing pain in his head. As he opened his eyes fully he realized that he was lying face down on a mattress. He sat up slowly and waited for the dizzy spell to end and when it did he almost wished he was still unconscious. His heart sank into his stomach as he realized he was naked and the cold thing on his body was a chain around his neck. He followed the length of it with his eyes and saw the end connected to the wall above him.
It took about two minutes till full blown panic set in. He grabbed at the offending metal and pulled as hard as he could to try and dislodge it from around his neck; it didn’t budge. Next he scrambled off the mattress and over to the wall to see if he could pull it off the wall; no luck either. He sank down to the floor with tears running down his face and for the first time looked at his surroundings. There was nothing but a door at the other end of the room.
Getting back to his feet he walked across the room but was roughly jerked back by the neck when he was half way across the room. Orlando reached out his hand as far as he could but came up about three feet short of reaching the handle. He fell to his knees and started to sob at this cruel joke. He didn’t know what the hell was going on but he wanted it to stop, he was suppose to be on his way to London right now.
“Well, look here, sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up.”
Orlando’s head snapped up, he had not heard the door open, but now he was suddenly face to face with his captor; his step father. “Mark?” Orlando asked as he scrambled backward away from the man who was leaning in the doorway.
“In the flesh.”
“What’s going on? Why am I here like this? Let me go!”
“Oh, but that would be no fun,” said mark with an evil smirk as he stepped into the room, causing Orlando to scoot back further. “See your mother made me promise her that I would help you find your way in life and I agreed, I am going to help you to become what you were made for…every night for as long as that beauty of yours remains.”
Orlando felt sick to his stomach, with all those looks Mark had secretly given him for the past four years, he knew instantly what Mark was talking about, he knew what was going to happen and he’d be damned if he was going to let it happen.
“Don’t talk about my mother you bastard!” Orlando screamed as he lunged at Mark. It was something Mark expected but he was to slow to stop the fist that connected to his cheekbone.
“You little shit!” he yelled as he grabbed Orlando’s arms and flung the kid onto the mattress. He rolled Orlando onto his stomach, taking one arm and twisting it up behind Orlando’s back and with his other free hand, grabbed at the boys brown curls and pushed the kids face into the mattress. Orlando struggled beneath him until he pushed his elbow into Orlando’s spine, knowing his back still bothered him from when he had broken it a few years back.
Orlando cried out at the pain and stopped struggling, with his head still throbbing from when he had woken up, he was quickly loosing energy. The elbow was taken away leaving Orlando panting heavily as the body on top of him was crushing his lungs.
“I think I’ll start showing you your worth right now.” Whispered Mark into Orlando’s ear.
Orlando’s blood chilled at those words and paralyzed his body. He felt Mark moving above him and soon saw a pair of pants flung to the floor out of the corner of his eye and a shirt quickly follow it before the heavy weight returned.
“Stop, please!” Orlando cried out as he felt Mark knee his legs apart and slide a hand over the globes of his butt. He became tense as one of Marks fingers circled his virgin entrance.
“So beautiful and all for me,” stated Mark as he roughly thrust the finger all the way inside. Orlando felt the piercing burn and started to cry in earnest, begging and pleading for Mark to stop. But Mark ignored him and pulled his finger out only to thrust three of them in at once. Orlando screamed as he felt the fingers moving inside of him, he tried to wiggle away from the evading fingers but Mark’s grip on his arm was still tight.
Mark suddenly pulled his fingers from Orlando’s body and flipped the kid onto his back, straddling his chest and pinning Orlando’s arms above his head. This change in position brought Marks massive erect cock right in front of Orlando’s face. “Suck me!” he ordered harshly.
Orlando clamped his mouth shut and turned his head to the side, struggling against Mark again. He saw Mark reach over and pick something up off the floor; it was his belt from his pants. Then Mark wrapped it around his wrists and slipped it though a link in the chain far above his head, effectively binding Orlando’s hands to the chain. Orlando was still struggling now calling loud for help.
“Help me! Somebody please help!” he cried out until Mark slapped him hard across the face, snapping his head to the side. Orlando tasted blood and he knew that Mark had just split his lip open.
“No one can hear you, whore! You are so far in the basement under my bar that no one will ever hear you. You can scream and cry all you want but right now I can think of a much better use for that mouth of yours.” He saw all the hope and resistance drain out of the kid’s eyes and then grabbed the kid’s hair and yanked his head up so Orlando’s mouth was right in front of his waiting cock. “If you bit me or I even feel any teeth, I’ll pull all of them out one by one, do you understand? He waited for Orlando’s tearful nod before he pried the kid’s mouth open and thrust inside the hot cavern.
Orlando gagged as Mark’s dick hit the back of his throat. Mark thrust in and out rapidly; angling Orlando’s head just right so he could easily slid his dick all the way down the kid’s throat. “Oh God, fuck yeah! Ohhhhhhh. So sweet, that mouth was made for sucking and you had better suck well, it’s the only type of lube you’re getting.”
Orlando’s eyes got wide at this and his heart started to pump faster. There was no way this was happening, he would soon wake up and discover he was safe in London.
Orlando suddenly realized the wet, strangled noises he had been hearing were coming from him. He was choking on Mark’s cock. He had tears running down his face from lack of oxygen as Mark never pulled out long enough for him to catch a breath. Just as Orlando thought he was going to pass out, Mark slid out of his mouth with a wet pop.
Orlando coughed and gasped in a lungful of air. He felt Mark slid down his body and he put up another struggle as Mark tried to pry his legs apart, but was quickly overpowered. His legs were lifted up and placed around Marks waist. Another surge of panic broke out within Orlando as he felt Mark’s arousal at his entrance.
“Please don’t do this, please! Orlando begged as he cried harder.
“I have been waiting years for this moment,” Mark said as he gripped Orlando’s hips with bruising force. “And I intend to enjoy it.” With that said he forcefully thrust past the guardian ring and into Orlando’s tight ass. Then quickly pulled all the way out only to thrust back in again and again and again.
Orlando screamed loudly. He was on fire. He had never before experienced so much pain; he could feel his flesh tearing where Mark was pounding into him. It felt like Mark was trying to wedge his body in two. He screamed until his voice grew horse. He was crying so hard he couldn’t get in a deep breath; every one of Mark’s pounding thrusts caused the air to rush out of him. He could see black spots creeping along the edge of his vision, his body slowly loosing all feeling and the world around him began to slow and blur. The last thing he heard was Mark’s grunting before the blackness claimed him.
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When Orlando came to for the second time that day he found himself sprawled on his back. He could feel a warm sensation on his ass and legs and when he looked down his stomach flipped at the blood and sperm he saw dripping out of him. Rolling onto his side he winced at the pain in his ass and curled up into a ball. Grabbing the blanket, he threw it over his body and started to cry.
He cried for the pain he felt.
He cried for the situation he found himself in.
He cried for his dead mother.
And he cried for his lost hope.
~~End Flashback~~
Orlando was pulled out of the memory when he heard the dreaded creaking of footsteps on the old wooden staircase. His trembling increased as he tried to mold his body into the wall; pulling the blanket tighter around him as he started to hyperventilate.
He wondered who it would be that walked through the door. No man was nicer than the other; they were all cruel and took pleasure in his humiliation. He wanted nothing more than to kill every one of those men, especially Mark, for what they did to him.
But Orlando knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t fight back; he had learned his lesson years ago. He knew he would just get beaten for it and then fucked anyway, struggling would just bring on more pain. Besides he didn’t believe he could if he wanted to, he was so weak from lack of food and exercise. Mark only fed him small scraps of food twice a day and with the chain around his neck he didn’t have much room to move around.
Suddenly the door flew open and slammed into the wall creating a loud bang which made Orlando flinch and whimper softly. He saw, Alex, one of Mark’s friends stride into the room with an angry expression on his face.
Alex didn’t saw anything as he came before Orlando and pulled him to his feet by yanking his hair. He crushed Orlando to his chest and yanked his head straight back so Orlando’s pale long throat was exposed to him.
“Your lucky tonight slut!” he said as he licked up and down the smooth neck. “I got a call a few minutes ago from my boss and I have to go into work tonight. That means our time together is short, unfortunately no time for rough housing tonight.” Alex threw Orlando down on the mattress and proceeded to take his clothes off.
Orlando felt relief wash over him at those works, tonight he just might get away with no bruises or bloodshed. He lay still where he was thrown. Knowing moving was pointless. Alex would just position Orlando’s body how he wanted it anyway. And a few seconds later that’s exactly what happened.
Alex pulled Orlando onto his knees with his forehead pressed into the mattress so his ass was in the air. Orlando hated this position, it made his back stiff and his neck hurt and that’s exactly why Alex always chose this position most of the time.
Orlando bit his lip as Alex entered him to stifle the cry of pain. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine he couldn’t feel Alex pounding into his core, couldn’t feel the hands roaming over his body, or the hot breath against his back.
Alex was close to his release, he increased his speed, thrusting into Orlando’s heat. He reached his hand under Orlando and grabbed hold of Orlando’s limp penis, squeezing hard, causing Orlando to cry out. Alex changed the angle of his thrusts so he would hit Orlando’s prostate gland with every push forward and smiled as he felt Orlando’s cock jerk within his hand.
Most of the time the men didn’t worry themselves with Orlando’s release; they cared only for their own pleasure. Every once in a while, to Orlando’s great humiliation, they made Orlando come. Orlando hated this more than anything.
“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you slut? You like having my cock shoved up your ass, right?” Alex heard Orlando release a shaky breath and felt his body shutter as he came in Alex’s hand. “Just like a good little whore!” Alex grabbed Orlando’s curls and yanked his head back as he gave a few more powerful thrusts and released his seed into the heaving body beneath him. He held that position for a few minutes, ignoring the fact that Orlando was having a hard time breathing with his head pulled back so far.
Alex pulled out of the body and started to get dressed.
“Oh by the way, the others say hi and to tell you they will see you soon.” With that said Alex walked from the room not once looking back at Orlando’s sweaty body shivering in the cold air.
Author:
bahama_breeze77Rating: NC17
Pairing: Vigorli
Warning: AU, angst, rape/non-con, hurt/comfort
Summary: When an older man finds an abused boy and gets mixed up in problems bigger than he can handle, can he help the boy put his life back together or will the evils of the world be too much for the both of them…
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses
Chapter 2
Orlando was currently slouched in a corner of the room with a dirty, ratty blanket wrapped around him to try and starve off the chilly air. He couldn’t decide if his shivering was due to the cold or the unease of waiting he experienced mostly every night. Waiting to hear the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, signaling someone was about to come in the room. It was about getting to that time when one of the men would usually come for him. Or so he thought, he had lost all concept of time; he didn’t even know what day it was or how long he had been here; rotting in this small room.
All he saw day after day was the flickering lamp on the ceiling that cast a week light into the middle of the room and the mattress that was lying on the floor across from him. He never lay on the mattress if he had a choice; it was covered in sperm, blood, sweat, and tears, the latter three a product of his own body.
He hated to look at it; it reminded him of the night this whole nightmare had started…
~~Flashback~~
The first thing Orlando realized as consciousness returned to him was that he was cold and there was a throbbing pain in his head. As he opened his eyes fully he realized that he was lying face down on a mattress. He sat up slowly and waited for the dizzy spell to end and when it did he almost wished he was still unconscious. His heart sank into his stomach as he realized he was naked and the cold thing on his body was a chain around his neck. He followed the length of it with his eyes and saw the end connected to the wall above him.
It took about two minutes till full blown panic set in. He grabbed at the offending metal and pulled as hard as he could to try and dislodge it from around his neck; it didn’t budge. Next he scrambled off the mattress and over to the wall to see if he could pull it off the wall; no luck either. He sank down to the floor with tears running down his face and for the first time looked at his surroundings. There was nothing but a door at the other end of the room.
Getting back to his feet he walked across the room but was roughly jerked back by the neck when he was half way across the room. Orlando reached out his hand as far as he could but came up about three feet short of reaching the handle. He fell to his knees and started to sob at this cruel joke. He didn’t know what the hell was going on but he wanted it to stop, he was suppose to be on his way to London right now.
“Well, look here, sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up.”
Orlando’s head snapped up, he had not heard the door open, but now he was suddenly face to face with his captor; his step father. “Mark?” Orlando asked as he scrambled backward away from the man who was leaning in the doorway.
“In the flesh.”
“What’s going on? Why am I here like this? Let me go!”
“Oh, but that would be no fun,” said mark with an evil smirk as he stepped into the room, causing Orlando to scoot back further. “See your mother made me promise her that I would help you find your way in life and I agreed, I am going to help you to become what you were made for…every night for as long as that beauty of yours remains.”
Orlando felt sick to his stomach, with all those looks Mark had secretly given him for the past four years, he knew instantly what Mark was talking about, he knew what was going to happen and he’d be damned if he was going to let it happen.
“Don’t talk about my mother you bastard!” Orlando screamed as he lunged at Mark. It was something Mark expected but he was to slow to stop the fist that connected to his cheekbone.
“You little shit!” he yelled as he grabbed Orlando’s arms and flung the kid onto the mattress. He rolled Orlando onto his stomach, taking one arm and twisting it up behind Orlando’s back and with his other free hand, grabbed at the boys brown curls and pushed the kids face into the mattress. Orlando struggled beneath him until he pushed his elbow into Orlando’s spine, knowing his back still bothered him from when he had broken it a few years back.
Orlando cried out at the pain and stopped struggling, with his head still throbbing from when he had woken up, he was quickly loosing energy. The elbow was taken away leaving Orlando panting heavily as the body on top of him was crushing his lungs.
“I think I’ll start showing you your worth right now.” Whispered Mark into Orlando’s ear.
Orlando’s blood chilled at those words and paralyzed his body. He felt Mark moving above him and soon saw a pair of pants flung to the floor out of the corner of his eye and a shirt quickly follow it before the heavy weight returned.
“Stop, please!” Orlando cried out as he felt Mark knee his legs apart and slide a hand over the globes of his butt. He became tense as one of Marks fingers circled his virgin entrance.
“So beautiful and all for me,” stated Mark as he roughly thrust the finger all the way inside. Orlando felt the piercing burn and started to cry in earnest, begging and pleading for Mark to stop. But Mark ignored him and pulled his finger out only to thrust three of them in at once. Orlando screamed as he felt the fingers moving inside of him, he tried to wiggle away from the evading fingers but Mark’s grip on his arm was still tight.
Mark suddenly pulled his fingers from Orlando’s body and flipped the kid onto his back, straddling his chest and pinning Orlando’s arms above his head. This change in position brought Marks massive erect cock right in front of Orlando’s face. “Suck me!” he ordered harshly.
Orlando clamped his mouth shut and turned his head to the side, struggling against Mark again. He saw Mark reach over and pick something up off the floor; it was his belt from his pants. Then Mark wrapped it around his wrists and slipped it though a link in the chain far above his head, effectively binding Orlando’s hands to the chain. Orlando was still struggling now calling loud for help.
“Help me! Somebody please help!” he cried out until Mark slapped him hard across the face, snapping his head to the side. Orlando tasted blood and he knew that Mark had just split his lip open.
“No one can hear you, whore! You are so far in the basement under my bar that no one will ever hear you. You can scream and cry all you want but right now I can think of a much better use for that mouth of yours.” He saw all the hope and resistance drain out of the kid’s eyes and then grabbed the kid’s hair and yanked his head up so Orlando’s mouth was right in front of his waiting cock. “If you bit me or I even feel any teeth, I’ll pull all of them out one by one, do you understand? He waited for Orlando’s tearful nod before he pried the kid’s mouth open and thrust inside the hot cavern.
Orlando gagged as Mark’s dick hit the back of his throat. Mark thrust in and out rapidly; angling Orlando’s head just right so he could easily slid his dick all the way down the kid’s throat. “Oh God, fuck yeah! Ohhhhhhh. So sweet, that mouth was made for sucking and you had better suck well, it’s the only type of lube you’re getting.”
Orlando’s eyes got wide at this and his heart started to pump faster. There was no way this was happening, he would soon wake up and discover he was safe in London.
Orlando suddenly realized the wet, strangled noises he had been hearing were coming from him. He was choking on Mark’s cock. He had tears running down his face from lack of oxygen as Mark never pulled out long enough for him to catch a breath. Just as Orlando thought he was going to pass out, Mark slid out of his mouth with a wet pop.
Orlando coughed and gasped in a lungful of air. He felt Mark slid down his body and he put up another struggle as Mark tried to pry his legs apart, but was quickly overpowered. His legs were lifted up and placed around Marks waist. Another surge of panic broke out within Orlando as he felt Mark’s arousal at his entrance.
“Please don’t do this, please! Orlando begged as he cried harder.
“I have been waiting years for this moment,” Mark said as he gripped Orlando’s hips with bruising force. “And I intend to enjoy it.” With that said he forcefully thrust past the guardian ring and into Orlando’s tight ass. Then quickly pulled all the way out only to thrust back in again and again and again.
Orlando screamed loudly. He was on fire. He had never before experienced so much pain; he could feel his flesh tearing where Mark was pounding into him. It felt like Mark was trying to wedge his body in two. He screamed until his voice grew horse. He was crying so hard he couldn’t get in a deep breath; every one of Mark’s pounding thrusts caused the air to rush out of him. He could see black spots creeping along the edge of his vision, his body slowly loosing all feeling and the world around him began to slow and blur. The last thing he heard was Mark’s grunting before the blackness claimed him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Orlando came to for the second time that day he found himself sprawled on his back. He could feel a warm sensation on his ass and legs and when he looked down his stomach flipped at the blood and sperm he saw dripping out of him. Rolling onto his side he winced at the pain in his ass and curled up into a ball. Grabbing the blanket, he threw it over his body and started to cry.
He cried for the pain he felt.
He cried for the situation he found himself in.
He cried for his dead mother.
And he cried for his lost hope.
~~End Flashback~~
Orlando was pulled out of the memory when he heard the dreaded creaking of footsteps on the old wooden staircase. His trembling increased as he tried to mold his body into the wall; pulling the blanket tighter around him as he started to hyperventilate.
He wondered who it would be that walked through the door. No man was nicer than the other; they were all cruel and took pleasure in his humiliation. He wanted nothing more than to kill every one of those men, especially Mark, for what they did to him.
But Orlando knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t fight back; he had learned his lesson years ago. He knew he would just get beaten for it and then fucked anyway, struggling would just bring on more pain. Besides he didn’t believe he could if he wanted to, he was so weak from lack of food and exercise. Mark only fed him small scraps of food twice a day and with the chain around his neck he didn’t have much room to move around.
Suddenly the door flew open and slammed into the wall creating a loud bang which made Orlando flinch and whimper softly. He saw, Alex, one of Mark’s friends stride into the room with an angry expression on his face.
Alex didn’t saw anything as he came before Orlando and pulled him to his feet by yanking his hair. He crushed Orlando to his chest and yanked his head straight back so Orlando’s pale long throat was exposed to him.
“Your lucky tonight slut!” he said as he licked up and down the smooth neck. “I got a call a few minutes ago from my boss and I have to go into work tonight. That means our time together is short, unfortunately no time for rough housing tonight.” Alex threw Orlando down on the mattress and proceeded to take his clothes off.
Orlando felt relief wash over him at those works, tonight he just might get away with no bruises or bloodshed. He lay still where he was thrown. Knowing moving was pointless. Alex would just position Orlando’s body how he wanted it anyway. And a few seconds later that’s exactly what happened.
Alex pulled Orlando onto his knees with his forehead pressed into the mattress so his ass was in the air. Orlando hated this position, it made his back stiff and his neck hurt and that’s exactly why Alex always chose this position most of the time.
Orlando bit his lip as Alex entered him to stifle the cry of pain. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine he couldn’t feel Alex pounding into his core, couldn’t feel the hands roaming over his body, or the hot breath against his back.
Alex was close to his release, he increased his speed, thrusting into Orlando’s heat. He reached his hand under Orlando and grabbed hold of Orlando’s limp penis, squeezing hard, causing Orlando to cry out. Alex changed the angle of his thrusts so he would hit Orlando’s prostate gland with every push forward and smiled as he felt Orlando’s cock jerk within his hand.
Most of the time the men didn’t worry themselves with Orlando’s release; they cared only for their own pleasure. Every once in a while, to Orlando’s great humiliation, they made Orlando come. Orlando hated this more than anything.
“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you slut? You like having my cock shoved up your ass, right?” Alex heard Orlando release a shaky breath and felt his body shutter as he came in Alex’s hand. “Just like a good little whore!” Alex grabbed Orlando’s curls and yanked his head back as he gave a few more powerful thrusts and released his seed into the heaving body beneath him. He held that position for a few minutes, ignoring the fact that Orlando was having a hard time breathing with his head pulled back so far.
Alex pulled out of the body and started to get dressed.
“Oh by the way, the others say hi and to tell you they will see you soon.” With that said Alex walked from the room not once looking back at Orlando’s sweaty body shivering in the cold air.
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Date: 2005-05-05 11:57 am (UTC)I hope Viggo gets there soon.
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Date: 2005-05-09 12:19 pm (UTC)