vigorli

Title: When Worlds Collide
Author:

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

A/N: Sorry, I had computer problems, I made the chapter longer as an apology! Still unbetaed, sorry!

Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2

Chapter 3

No matter how hard Viggo tried he couldn’t get himself to concentrate on his painting. He had been standing in front of it for about an hour now and was still holding a dry paintbrush in his hand. He blamed Sean, if Sean would have let him stay home yesterday night he wouldn’t have woken up with such a headache and if he didn’t have a headache he would be able to concentrate on the painting.

Sighing in disappointment, Viggo threw down the brush and made his way into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. If he couldn’t paint, then what was he to do? He had slept in till noon, something he usually never did, because he tossed and turned with nightmares all night.

Sipping his coffee, Viggo thought back on them. They had been pretty gruesome. He had dreamt of three huge men finding a young girl and raping her. They had beaten her so bad that she had blood coming out of her mouth and ears. In one of the dreams, the girl had died and yet they still continued to assault her. Viggo had woken up sick to his stomach. He knew the reason he had the dreams was because of the men from the bar last night and what they had said in their drunken state.

Viggo tried to get the image out of his head as he sat down in front of his computer. Henry had always told him he needed to spend more time on it to get updated with the rest of the world and the newest technology.

With a few clicks of the mouse, Viggo had the Google homepage popped up. He stared at the screen for a few minutes before an idea came to him, he put the cursor over the search
bar and typed in

DEAD END BAR

He scrolled through the results and found mostly advertising for it. After a few minutes he came across an interesting page. It was old newspaper articles written by a reporter about all the stuff that went on around the bar. After reading them for about half an hour, Viggo knew the owners name was Mark Bradford and he had owned it for about eight years. Sean was right; the place didn’t have a very good reputation. Viggo read countless articles about all the assaults, murders, and theft around the area. It was someplace he would not want to live, or even walk by.

Just as he was about to close the window, another newspaper title caught his eye.
It was about a missing person. Apparently Mark’s stepson had turned up missing. Viggo read through the article and discovered the man’s wife had died seven years ago, leaving Mark with her eighteen year old son. The police officers on duty that night had said the kid was probably heartbroken and had run away. Mark had put up a missing persons report and told the public he would be grateful for the return of his stepson. Scrolling down the page Viggo came across a small picture of Mark standing in front of his bar with some police men. It must have been taken by the reporter that night. Down the page further was the missing person’s flyer.

Viggo gasped as he saw the picture of the boy. He was beautiful, with soulful brown eyes and a mop of curly brown hair. The kid looked like a Greek god. He suddenly felt his heart go out to the kid wherever he was; it was hard to loose your parent at such a young age.

A knock at the door brought Viggo’s attention away from the boy. He quickly closed the internet window and looked at the clock. 5 pm.

“Shit,” he mumbled as he walked to the door. “Time flies by when you’re on that thing.”

Sean was on the other side of the door when he opened it.

“Hey Viggo; what are you up to? Oh wait, I know, painting.”

“Hi Sean and actually no I was on the computer.”

“Wow, you actually figured out how to turn it on?” Sean asked looking impressed but quickly turned the topic of conversation at Viggo’s glare. “You look like shit today.”

“I didn’t sleep well last night, I thought you were coming over later, don’t you have patients to see.” Sean was a doctor and worked at the local hospital in emergency. But yet he still seemed to spend more time at Viggo’s then actually working.

“Nope, well I do have patients, but that’s what RN’s are for. If they need me they can beep me.” Sean said like it was the simplest thing in the world. “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

Viggo hesitated before answering, “Well…how about we check out Dead End?”

“How about no, I take care of patients, I don’t want to become one. Why do you want to go there, Viggo?”

Viggo hesitated again, how much should he tell Sean? “I just want to check the place out, come on Sean, you love adventure.”

Sean sighed. “Alright, just for a while. And you’re buying me dinner before.”

“Fine, I’ll go change.”

“Oh, Viggo” Sean called up after him. “Don’t wear nice clothes, or any jewelry, or anything that looks like you’ve got money!”

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Orlando was resting in his usual corner when Mark walked into the room carrying a large chest. He set it by the door out of reach for Orlando.

“As much as I would love to stay and fuck your ass, I have a long line of customers who are more important than you are, but you will have company soon and the two of them asked for some supplies to play with, so I hope you have a good night. I’ll check on you later to make sure you’re not giving them a hard time.” With that said Mark walked out and slammed the door behind him.

Orlando’s stomach jerked at the thought of two men, usually when there was more than one man, a bad beating would occur before the rapes. Orlando looked at the chest again with unease.

He didn’t have to wait long, about twenty minutes later two men walked in. These men scared Orlando more than Mark and Alex combined. While the latter two men were cruel, these two men were downright brutal. They were complete opposites of each other. One was tall and skinny and the other was short and very muscular. Tork was the big guy and liked to inflict as much pain as possible. Harvey was the skinny one and, instead of focusing on pain like Tork, like to concentrate on how many times he could come during their session.

“Look here Harv, looks like we got some nice toys to play with.” Tork grinned. He and Harvey were rummaging through the chest, ignoring Orlando, who was breathing heavily against the wall. “I like these.” Tork continued pulling out a whip and various sized dildos from the chest.

“We could also use these later.” Replied Harvey pulling out handcuffs, a ball gag, and a string with pointy sized golf balls attached to it. Both men turned to Orlando now and watched as the young man tried to look invisible. “Should we fuck him now or later?”

“How about now and later” Tork replied as he walked over to Orlando and pulled him up by the chain around his neck. He dragged Orlando over to the mattress and pushed him down onto it. Harvey grabbed Orlando’s hands and put them in the cuffs after slipping one end through the back of Orlando’s collar, binding his hands to the back of his neck. Then they pushed him down onto his stomach and undressed themselves.

“I have been looking forward to this all week” Tork muttered as he pushed Orlando’s legs apart and yanked his hips back slightly, preparing to breech Orlando.

Orlando pushed his face into the mattress and let the tears run down his cheeks, but his head was roughly yanked up and he saw Harvey sit in front of him with his legs on either side of Orlando. Harvey pushed Orlando’s mouth down on his cock at the same time Tork thrust into him. Orlando tried to cry out at this double assault but he couldn’t speak around Harvey dick in his mouth. Every time Tork thrust it would force Harvey’s dick deeper down Orlando’s throat.

Orlando tried to pull his head up but Harvey’s hand was clamped in his curls forcing his head up and down. Finally Harvey stiffened and Orlando felt his warm seed shoot down his throat. Harvey made sure Orlando had swallowed all of it before he pulled out of Orlando’s mouth.

As Orlando was gaining his breath back he felt Tork thrust once more and come within him.

“I swear every time I fuck this whore, it’s better than the last time.” Tork said as he yanked out of Orlando and grabbed the biggest dildo he could find, which was slightly larger than his own cock. He placed in against Orlando’s ass and, ignoring Orlando’s cry of no, pushed it in to the hilt.

He then picked up the whip and traded places with Harvey. He pushed his foot down on Orlando’s chain so he couldn’t move while Harvey kneeled on the back of his legs and grabbed the dildo, pushing it in and out.

Orlando screamed as the first stroke fell and then the next and the next, it felt like his back and ass was on fire, he could feel the blood sliding off him onto the mattress.

“Stop!” he cried. “Please stop!” After a few more minutes the strokes finally ceased. Orlando lay panting and crying from the pain.

“Turn him over Harv and shut the kid up.” Tork ordered. Harvey pulled the dildo out and tossed it across the room and then grabbed the ball gag and flipped Orlando onto his back. He pried the kid’s mouth open and shoved the rubber ball inside, tying the straps around his head to keep it in.

Orlando had started struggling the moment his abused ass and back touched the filthy mattress. He cried out in pain but it was quickly cut off when the ball was stuck in. He saw Harvey move back and the whip descending down on him again as he quickly shut his eyes.

After fifteen minutes of excruciating pain the whipping was over with and Orlando was effectively covered in his own blood. He was light headed from the pain and blood loss but yet somehow he knew the guys still had more to do.

“Isn’t that the prettiest thing you ever saw?” Harvey asked as he and Tork stepped back to admire their work.

“The greatest art I’ve created yet Harv.” Tork replied slapping Harvey on the back. “What shall we do next, he could use some other colors on his body, don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah, I’d say some black and blue and he could always use more red.” Harvey said with an evil glint in his eye. He bent down and picked up the string of pointy balls.

Orlando saw this and tried to squirm away from him, his ass was already raw from being fucked twice and if they put the balls into him the points would definitely rip him.

“Help me with him Tork.”

Tork came over and rolled the kid onto his stomach, and then grabbed Orlando’s hips, yanking them high into the air; spreading his butt cheeks. Harvey put one of the balls again Orlando’s opening and slowly pushed it all the way in. Orlando cried out in pain as best as he could around the gag. He tried to fight back but Tork was holding him too tightly. Harvey poked the rest of them into Orlando until the only thing left was a little piece of string. The fingers he used to push the balls in were covered in blood.
Orlando was shaking and sweating by the time they dropped him back to the mattress.

“Wonderful.” Muttered Harvey as he slapped Orlando harshly on the butt; causing the balls within Orlando to poke him sharply. “Let’s begin.”

Orlando felt the first punch fall on his stomach. He tried to curl into a ball for protection as the punches rained down on him, but every time he moved he could feel the balls in his ass ripping the skin. He was in so much pain, it hurt to breathe. He tried to just let himself slip away into darkness but the pain wouldn’t let him.

Soon he noticed the punches and kicks had stopped and one of them was taking the gag out of his mouth. He didn’t have the strength or senses to move. He felt the men roll him onto his back and spread his legs. He gave an agonized scream as the balls were quickly torn from his body. He could feel the new scarring and blood gush from his ass. The jerking movements he felt follow told him he was being fucked again…

Cold water splashing on his face brought him back to himself.

“Now we can’t have you slipping away like that slut, we aren’t finished yet!” Tork said with a laugh.

Orlando didn’t know how much more he could take of this torture. His face was stiff from dried tears and blood and all he wanted to do right now was cry himself to sleep.

“No more please!” Orlando pleaded in a scratchy voice. “Oh god, please, no more, please!” The men ignored him; Orlando knew they would but it was worth a try.

Tork knelt between Orlando’s spread legs, while Harvey straddled Orlando’s chest with his back to Orlando’s face so he was looking at Tork.

Orlando felt his legs being pulled to his chest by Harvey so his ass was spread open to Tork. He couldn’t see what was happening but suddenly he felt two of Tork's fingers slide into his ass. He gave a moan of pain as Tork rubbed against his split ass. Another finger was added followed by another. Tork was swiftly moving his fingers in and out and then pushing in as far as he could again. Orlando was crying out in pain when it suddenly dawned on him what was going to happen.

“NO!” he cried out but was once again ignored. Tork started to slide his thumb into Orlando’s ass also, causing more blood to leak out.

“The more blood you create Tork, the easier your fist will slide in!” Harvey said like he had just figured out the cure for cancer.

Orlando was constantly moaning and crying out in pain. He could feel his ass rip more every time Tork tried to push his fist inside. After a few minutes he felt his muscles give way and Tork's fist rammed inside him. He gave a distressing scream before all went black…

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Sean and Viggo walked into Dead End around nine o clock at night, four hours after the torturing had started for Orlando. Viggo looked around and took in all the people; they all looked like drunken slobs. Most had ratty clothes and greasy hair and looked one step away from being homeless.

Sean looked around with disgust and spotted an empty booth at the other side of the room, in the corner near the bar. “Let’s sit over there.” As the couple passed by and sat down they caught the attention of the bar owner. He came out from around the bar and walked over to their table.

“You new around here, I haven’t seen your faces before?” He asked gruffly.

“Nope, we were just passing by and wanted a drink.” Viggo lied.

“Well what can I get you gentlemen?”

“We will have your house beer, thanks.” Sean said. The man disappeared for a second and came back carrying two beers.

“Ok, my name is Mark, just let me know if you need anything else.” The man set the beers down and walked back to the bar. Viggo continued to study the man who had lost his wife and son and wondered if maybe he didn’t have something to do with it. The buff man certainly looked like he could kill with out a second thought. Viggo definitely wouldn’t trust the man.

“I still can’t figure out why the hell you wanted to come here. The place is dirty and the beer tastes like piss, we could have gone somewhere better if you wanted to drink, you know.” Sean whined.

Viggo tore his eyes off Mark and focused on Sean. “I just wanted to satisfy a curiosity of mine.”

“Well is it satisfied yet?”

“No.”

Sean huffed and settled back into the hard bench, looking around just as Viggo was currently doing but finding nothing at all curious to look at.

Viggo wasn’t sure what he was doing here. He really didn’t know why he even wanted to come here in the first place. Granted he was curious about it because of what the three big men had said yesterday night. But that doesn’t mean one should just go off looking for trouble. Viggo just got more confused as he thought about it. Finally about after an hour of listening to Sean huff and whine he was ready to go. Just as he was about to tell Sean they could leave, a man Viggo recognized walked into the bar. It was one of the three men Viggo had seen from the bar last night, not the skinny one or the really huge one, but the normal looking guy with the killer look.

Viggo watched as the man moved up to the bar and around it like he owned the place. Mark put down a glass he was cleaning and went over to the man. “Alex!” They embraced like best buddies do and stood close talking. They were whispering to low for Viggo to hear, so he scooted closer to the bar as he pretended to listen to Sean who was currently talking about one of his patients.

“…did Tork and Harvey arrive with…”

“Yeah they are down with the kid right now.” Was Marks reply to whatever Alex had asked.

“…not long…work…”

Viggo couldn’t make sense of the conversation; something about a kid again. Could this be the same kid they had been talking about last night? Could Tork and Harvey be the other two from the bar? And the biggest one is was Mark apart of whatever they had done or were doing to the kid? Viggo had so many questions and no one to ask them to. Suddenly two men came in to the room from a dark hallway in the back that viggo hadn’t seen. They were the other two Viggo had seen in the bar with Alex!

“Hey! Tork, Harv over here.” Alex yelled out before the two walked behind the bar. That at least answered one of Viggo’s questions. “Well…”

“Passed out the little…” Viggo couldn’t hear the rest because the men burst out laughing. “…lots of blood. We have to head off to work now.” The really big man whispered. Oh god, thought Viggo, had they killed someone?

“I’ll check on him before I close up for the night and make sure he is still alive.” Mark whispered to the three men. Viggo had gone rigged and was sickened by what he had heard, even if he didn’t quite understand it, suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be as far from here as possible.

“Viggo! Are you even listening to me?” asked Sean with annoyance.

Viggo looked up at Sean with wide eyes before he quickly got a hold on himself and shrugged. “Lets go, I’m ready now.” He quickly got up and threw some money on the table then walked out with Sean struggling to keep up. He looked around for the three men who said they had to go to work but didn’t spot them.

Once outside Sean asked “what the hell is wrong with you, you have been acting really strange lately man.”

“Just lack of sleep, you driving or am I?”

“I’ll drive.” Sean replied as he took the keys and followed Viggo to the car.

Once they were back at Viggo place Sean excused himself saying he had patients to check on and went home to change.

Viggo made it as far as the house door before he stopped. He knew something was going on with some kid in the basement of Marks bar. He also knew this kid was most likely dead or severally hurt. He also knew if he called the police, they would probably think he was crazy as he had no proof. He also knew he couldn’t stand to think of some poor kid in pain. He also knew he had to do something. But what could he do.

Walking back to his car, he got in and drove back to the bar. He parked across the street and waited, but for what; he wasn’t entirely sure. It was a little past midnight when he saw Mark come out and lock the door. Then Mark got into his car and drove off.

Viggo knew it was now or never.