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Title: I am sorry my conscience called in sick again
Author: Emelie
Pairing: Many
Bands:My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, From First To Last
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Gerard runs a “company” that sells young boys as sex slaves to whoever can pay.
Note: Selling sex is common, yes, but those people aren’t involved in it. That means that this is not true. Thanks to bennizzlejizzle for beta.
Dedication: marre_barre, she came up with this idea and heaven_sent22, I love you.
|One|
Pete is lying on the mattress when you get back, cured up in a small ball. You hurry to him and before Sonny even has locked the door you kneel by his side. He's staring in front of him in a way that makes you wonder if he sees anything at all.
"What did they do to you?" you whisper, slowly stoking your hand over his back. You can feel him shake slightly under your touch. "Pete?" He doesn't answer, just continues to stare in front of him. "Please, Pete, talk to me?"
He's starting to scare you, the way he just lies there without showing any signs of life. If it weren't for the slight shake you would fear that he was dead. You want nothing but that smiling Pete back that took care of you yesterday. You want to eat his constantly over cooked rice and laugh at his silly jokes.
"Matt's dead." He states in a monotonous voice, when you started to doubt that he would ever open his mouth again. You lie down beside him, hugging him tightly. Matt, that's the guy who lived with Pete before you came here. He taught Pete everything about this life and they had become really close friends. But one day when he got back, Matt had been gone and there was no sign of him ever living there. He had asked Gerard, who drove him that day, where Matt was. He had answered with a nonchalant shrug, that Matt needed to be replaced.
That was almost a half year ago and he has never seen him since. But after months of not knowing what had happened to him, he had found someone who knew he was till stuck in this mess, and that wasn't even three months ago.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, still hugging him hard, "I'm so sorry."
Pete wraps his arms around you too, burying his head into your chest. You can feel him cry, his sobs shaking his body and his tears wetting your shirt. You hold him like that for almost an hour, until he doesn't need to cry anymore. When he finally pulls away his eyes are red and swollen.
"What happened?" you ask slowly.
He looks up at you with pain in his eyes, and maybe this isn't the best time to ask that question, but you need to know.
"I worked with the guy who was Matt's last roommate today." He looks sadly at you, like he thinks that just by doing that you can bring his friend back to life. "And last week he..." he takes a deep breath, "...he drowned himself in the bathtub. He couldn't stand being locked up like this anymore, he wanted to be free... he wanted to escape..."
You hug him again and repeat that you are sorry and you feel that you should say something more, something else, but you don't know what.
"Frank?" He pulls away from your hug and looks you deep in the eye.
"Yeah?"
"I want to escape too." You are not sure if he means escape in the meaning of running away form all this or escaping in the meaning of dying, but you know he means what he says. And probably he means it in both those ways, because anything that will make this hell stop would be a meaningful escape.
"Me too," you say, not entirely sure in what way you mean it either. "We'll get out of here, Pete. We will..."
For the first time that afternoon he smiles, and you know that you will have to make this your new number one priority, to find a way to escape.
*
The sound of the door opening wakes you up the next morning. You fly up from the couch, trying to get some cloths on and trying to make it look like you are ready for the day, but you aren't succeeding. It is an unwritten law that when someone comes to pick you up, you should be ready, to not waste unnecessary time for the driver.
Gerard comes into the room, throwing a fast, amused glare at you as you are struggling with your shirt. After that he looks at Pete, the amusement in his face fading fast. He lies like you found him yesterday, curled up in a ball on the mattress. Pete had always been the one who saves you from sleeping in every morning; he was always waking up early. But today he hasn't, or maybe he has, you can't tell if he is asleep or not.
"Get up," Gerard snaps, but Pete doesn't move. "I said get up!" He repeats, grabbing Pete's shoulder and lifts him up. Pete stands up like a marionette puppet; there is no will power in him at all.
"Get dressed," Gerard orders, "we have to go now." Pete doesn't move. He just stands like Gerard put him, head hanging without motivation. Gerard acts fast when he sees his orders aren't obeyed, slapping Pete's cheek hard, leaving a red mark on his pale skin.
"I said get dressed," he hisses,"now." This time he gets Pete's attention, and he starts to dress himself slowly, like he's in trance. It almost surprises you that he gets his clothes on right, as he doesn't seem to have a clue about what he's doing.
The whole time you are standing quiet, watching as Gerard slap Pete's other cheek too, telling him to hurry up. And Pete trying to disappear into himself, to get away from the angry man. You wish you could do anything, that you could get Gerard away from him and throw him out of your home. But you can't, there is nothing you can do but watch and feel Pete's pain.
As soon as Pete is dressed, Gerard grabs his arm and drags him away violently. When he passes you he gestures with his head that you should come too. It makes you a slight bit happier, if he takes you both there is a bigger chance of you working together today, and you do not want to leave Pete alone, not in the state he is in.
The car ride is quiet, in a most unpleasant way. Pete stares out of the window, refusing to look at you. Reluctantly you reach out your arm to rub his arm slightly, to let him know that you care. But he doesn't seem to notice.
Gerard stops the car outside a big house with a huge lawn in front of it. At the lawn you can see toys lying around like it hasn’t been long since children played there. Gerard gets out, slamming his door shut behind him and opening Pete’s door, dragging him out like he dragged him up from the mattress before. You get ready to get out of the car too, but Gerard tells you angrily to stay as he kicks the door shut.
You watch as Gerard leads a passive Pete to the door and ringing the door bell. Not long after a fat, bald man opens. He is smiling in a way that you think should be nice, but to you it looks empty and evil. He reaches out his hand to stroke Pete’s hair, saying something you can’t hear. But Gerard pushes Pete away from him and the fat man stalks off into the house again.
A few minutes later he comes back, giving Gerard a pack of money. He takes it and lets the man get Pete. He wraps his big arm around Pete’s thin frame and kisses his cheek. Pete tries to avoid his mouth, but he can’t. The man closes the door and Gerard comes back to the car, looking much more pleased now, as he counts the money.
A few blocks away he stops the car again, in front of a house looking very similar to the house before. But this garden isn’t littered with toys. The only thing there is a lonely tree.
This time Gerard takes you out of the car and leads you up to the door. The man opening is short and thin, only a bit taller than you are. He has short blond hair and you think that he doesn’t look that bad. But you have learned during your months here that looks is nothing to judge the costumer by.
Gerard leaves you alone with the man fast and you can hear his car drive away. The man gets you into his bedroom at once, undressing you down to your boxers.
He tells you that you are one of the prettiest boys he ever have seen, stroking your hair and you wish you were born fat and ugly. You are sick of all those men telling you that you are pretty. He runs his index finger down your ribs and flat stomach. Your ribs that is much more visible now than they were a few months ago. Down to your boxers where he lets his other hand join the first, taking your boxers down and leaving you naked in front of his hungry eyes. One of his hands starts to play with your limp dick.
You want to back away, to cover yourself in layers and layers of cloths. His hand grabbing you and his eyes shining of excitement makes you sick. But you can’t move.
With his free hand he takes one of yours, guiding it to his crotch, placing it at the big bulge there.
“Look at what you’re doing to me, pretty boy,” he purrs in a way that you think is supposed to sexy, but it only makes you feel even more sick. “You have to help me with that now.”
He pushes you down to your knees, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his hard cock in front of your face. “Suck it,” he says forcing your lips apart with the tip of his cock, as it’s making its way into your mouth, even though you try to shut it out.
You try not to gag. You should be used to this, you should do this without a second thought, but you can’t. Every time it makes you as sick. You start sucking reluctantly and soon his hands are in your hair, forcing you to go faster as he moans out loudly, panting dirty things about you. You are his pretty boy whore and he can do whatever he wants with you. He paid a lot for this and he will make sure that money wasn’t spent in vain, and this is so good! He thrusts deeper and deeper into your mouth.
You wish you could shut off your ears; you don’t want to hear his moaning. You want him to feel as horrible as you do at this point.
Finally he cums with a loud scream in your mouth. You want to spit, but he won’t let you and you feel even sicker than before. And you know that soon his seed will come up again, leaving your stomach the way it came. But he doesn’t seem to notice.
He grabs your hand, telling you how good his pretty boy is as he leads you to the bed. But now you run, forcing your hand from his and hurry out from the room out in the corridor. Blindly you search for the bathroom, finding it behind the third door you open. You bend down in front of the toilet, throwing up everything that is in your stomach. And you think that maybe, maybe this is the best thing that has happened yet today.
When you are done you sink down on the floor, panting and feeling exhausted. You don’t want to get out there again, but you know you must. But maybe you can stay in here a few more moments.
Suddenly the bathroom door opens and the man comes in. He lifts you up and pushes you against the wall, telling you that you are a bad pretty boy. And you think that maybe, maybe you are lucky and he will mash your face against the hard wall and you won’t be pretty anymore.
You feel his hard cock against your bare thigh, his hands on your back and the cold, hard bathroom wall against your stomach. And without any preparation he enters you, ripping your insides apart sending jolts of pain through your entire body. Soon he is panting and moaning again. But this time against your ear as he fucks you harder and harder, pushing you violently into the wall and filling your head with noises that makes you want to throw up again.
When he cums deep inside of you, after what feels like an eternity, you are crying softly and he wipes your tears away and tells you that you should be happy.
How can you be happy, you think, when this is your daily routine?
*
Three hours later Gerard comes to pick you up. Pete is already in the backseat of the car and when you get in, he looks at you with big, sad eyes. You give him a half hearted smile and he tries to smile back. But both of you know how false they are. But you also know that the other person’s day has been similar to yours, and in some way it eases your pain, that you have someone to share it all with.
comments? =/
Author: Emelie
Pairing: Many
Bands:My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, From First To Last
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Gerard runs a “company” that sells young boys as sex slaves to whoever can pay.
Note: Selling sex is common, yes, but those people aren’t involved in it. That means that this is not true. Thanks to bennizzlejizzle for beta.
Dedication: marre_barre, she came up with this idea and heaven_sent22, I love you.
|One|
Pete is lying on the mattress when you get back, cured up in a small ball. You hurry to him and before Sonny even has locked the door you kneel by his side. He's staring in front of him in a way that makes you wonder if he sees anything at all.
"What did they do to you?" you whisper, slowly stoking your hand over his back. You can feel him shake slightly under your touch. "Pete?" He doesn't answer, just continues to stare in front of him. "Please, Pete, talk to me?"
He's starting to scare you, the way he just lies there without showing any signs of life. If it weren't for the slight shake you would fear that he was dead. You want nothing but that smiling Pete back that took care of you yesterday. You want to eat his constantly over cooked rice and laugh at his silly jokes.
"Matt's dead." He states in a monotonous voice, when you started to doubt that he would ever open his mouth again. You lie down beside him, hugging him tightly. Matt, that's the guy who lived with Pete before you came here. He taught Pete everything about this life and they had become really close friends. But one day when he got back, Matt had been gone and there was no sign of him ever living there. He had asked Gerard, who drove him that day, where Matt was. He had answered with a nonchalant shrug, that Matt needed to be replaced.
That was almost a half year ago and he has never seen him since. But after months of not knowing what had happened to him, he had found someone who knew he was till stuck in this mess, and that wasn't even three months ago.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, still hugging him hard, "I'm so sorry."
Pete wraps his arms around you too, burying his head into your chest. You can feel him cry, his sobs shaking his body and his tears wetting your shirt. You hold him like that for almost an hour, until he doesn't need to cry anymore. When he finally pulls away his eyes are red and swollen.
"What happened?" you ask slowly.
He looks up at you with pain in his eyes, and maybe this isn't the best time to ask that question, but you need to know.
"I worked with the guy who was Matt's last roommate today." He looks sadly at you, like he thinks that just by doing that you can bring his friend back to life. "And last week he..." he takes a deep breath, "...he drowned himself in the bathtub. He couldn't stand being locked up like this anymore, he wanted to be free... he wanted to escape..."
You hug him again and repeat that you are sorry and you feel that you should say something more, something else, but you don't know what.
"Frank?" He pulls away from your hug and looks you deep in the eye.
"Yeah?"
"I want to escape too." You are not sure if he means escape in the meaning of running away form all this or escaping in the meaning of dying, but you know he means what he says. And probably he means it in both those ways, because anything that will make this hell stop would be a meaningful escape.
"Me too," you say, not entirely sure in what way you mean it either. "We'll get out of here, Pete. We will..."
For the first time that afternoon he smiles, and you know that you will have to make this your new number one priority, to find a way to escape.
*
The sound of the door opening wakes you up the next morning. You fly up from the couch, trying to get some cloths on and trying to make it look like you are ready for the day, but you aren't succeeding. It is an unwritten law that when someone comes to pick you up, you should be ready, to not waste unnecessary time for the driver.
Gerard comes into the room, throwing a fast, amused glare at you as you are struggling with your shirt. After that he looks at Pete, the amusement in his face fading fast. He lies like you found him yesterday, curled up in a ball on the mattress. Pete had always been the one who saves you from sleeping in every morning; he was always waking up early. But today he hasn't, or maybe he has, you can't tell if he is asleep or not.
"Get up," Gerard snaps, but Pete doesn't move. "I said get up!" He repeats, grabbing Pete's shoulder and lifts him up. Pete stands up like a marionette puppet; there is no will power in him at all.
"Get dressed," Gerard orders, "we have to go now." Pete doesn't move. He just stands like Gerard put him, head hanging without motivation. Gerard acts fast when he sees his orders aren't obeyed, slapping Pete's cheek hard, leaving a red mark on his pale skin.
"I said get dressed," he hisses,"now." This time he gets Pete's attention, and he starts to dress himself slowly, like he's in trance. It almost surprises you that he gets his clothes on right, as he doesn't seem to have a clue about what he's doing.
The whole time you are standing quiet, watching as Gerard slap Pete's other cheek too, telling him to hurry up. And Pete trying to disappear into himself, to get away from the angry man. You wish you could do anything, that you could get Gerard away from him and throw him out of your home. But you can't, there is nothing you can do but watch and feel Pete's pain.
As soon as Pete is dressed, Gerard grabs his arm and drags him away violently. When he passes you he gestures with his head that you should come too. It makes you a slight bit happier, if he takes you both there is a bigger chance of you working together today, and you do not want to leave Pete alone, not in the state he is in.
The car ride is quiet, in a most unpleasant way. Pete stares out of the window, refusing to look at you. Reluctantly you reach out your arm to rub his arm slightly, to let him know that you care. But he doesn't seem to notice.
Gerard stops the car outside a big house with a huge lawn in front of it. At the lawn you can see toys lying around like it hasn’t been long since children played there. Gerard gets out, slamming his door shut behind him and opening Pete’s door, dragging him out like he dragged him up from the mattress before. You get ready to get out of the car too, but Gerard tells you angrily to stay as he kicks the door shut.
You watch as Gerard leads a passive Pete to the door and ringing the door bell. Not long after a fat, bald man opens. He is smiling in a way that you think should be nice, but to you it looks empty and evil. He reaches out his hand to stroke Pete’s hair, saying something you can’t hear. But Gerard pushes Pete away from him and the fat man stalks off into the house again.
A few minutes later he comes back, giving Gerard a pack of money. He takes it and lets the man get Pete. He wraps his big arm around Pete’s thin frame and kisses his cheek. Pete tries to avoid his mouth, but he can’t. The man closes the door and Gerard comes back to the car, looking much more pleased now, as he counts the money.
A few blocks away he stops the car again, in front of a house looking very similar to the house before. But this garden isn’t littered with toys. The only thing there is a lonely tree.
This time Gerard takes you out of the car and leads you up to the door. The man opening is short and thin, only a bit taller than you are. He has short blond hair and you think that he doesn’t look that bad. But you have learned during your months here that looks is nothing to judge the costumer by.
Gerard leaves you alone with the man fast and you can hear his car drive away. The man gets you into his bedroom at once, undressing you down to your boxers.
He tells you that you are one of the prettiest boys he ever have seen, stroking your hair and you wish you were born fat and ugly. You are sick of all those men telling you that you are pretty. He runs his index finger down your ribs and flat stomach. Your ribs that is much more visible now than they were a few months ago. Down to your boxers where he lets his other hand join the first, taking your boxers down and leaving you naked in front of his hungry eyes. One of his hands starts to play with your limp dick.
You want to back away, to cover yourself in layers and layers of cloths. His hand grabbing you and his eyes shining of excitement makes you sick. But you can’t move.
With his free hand he takes one of yours, guiding it to his crotch, placing it at the big bulge there.
“Look at what you’re doing to me, pretty boy,” he purrs in a way that you think is supposed to sexy, but it only makes you feel even more sick. “You have to help me with that now.”
He pushes you down to your knees, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his hard cock in front of your face. “Suck it,” he says forcing your lips apart with the tip of his cock, as it’s making its way into your mouth, even though you try to shut it out.
You try not to gag. You should be used to this, you should do this without a second thought, but you can’t. Every time it makes you as sick. You start sucking reluctantly and soon his hands are in your hair, forcing you to go faster as he moans out loudly, panting dirty things about you. You are his pretty boy whore and he can do whatever he wants with you. He paid a lot for this and he will make sure that money wasn’t spent in vain, and this is so good! He thrusts deeper and deeper into your mouth.
You wish you could shut off your ears; you don’t want to hear his moaning. You want him to feel as horrible as you do at this point.
Finally he cums with a loud scream in your mouth. You want to spit, but he won’t let you and you feel even sicker than before. And you know that soon his seed will come up again, leaving your stomach the way it came. But he doesn’t seem to notice.
He grabs your hand, telling you how good his pretty boy is as he leads you to the bed. But now you run, forcing your hand from his and hurry out from the room out in the corridor. Blindly you search for the bathroom, finding it behind the third door you open. You bend down in front of the toilet, throwing up everything that is in your stomach. And you think that maybe, maybe this is the best thing that has happened yet today.
When you are done you sink down on the floor, panting and feeling exhausted. You don’t want to get out there again, but you know you must. But maybe you can stay in here a few more moments.
Suddenly the bathroom door opens and the man comes in. He lifts you up and pushes you against the wall, telling you that you are a bad pretty boy. And you think that maybe, maybe you are lucky and he will mash your face against the hard wall and you won’t be pretty anymore.
You feel his hard cock against your bare thigh, his hands on your back and the cold, hard bathroom wall against your stomach. And without any preparation he enters you, ripping your insides apart sending jolts of pain through your entire body. Soon he is panting and moaning again. But this time against your ear as he fucks you harder and harder, pushing you violently into the wall and filling your head with noises that makes you want to throw up again.
When he cums deep inside of you, after what feels like an eternity, you are crying softly and he wipes your tears away and tells you that you should be happy.
How can you be happy, you think, when this is your daily routine?
*
Three hours later Gerard comes to pick you up. Pete is already in the backseat of the car and when you get in, he looks at you with big, sad eyes. You give him a half hearted smile and he tries to smile back. But both of you know how false they are. But you also know that the other person’s day has been similar to yours, and in some way it eases your pain, that you have someone to share it all with.
comments? =/