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A chair smashes against the wall in the other room as my father tells my mother she's worthless whore. I slide the window up and step into the night. With a final look back I walk down the street. I make my way out of town, and start walking towards the nearest major city. After plodding along for a couple hours I see headlights in front pass me by, before they turn around and pull up behind me.

"Mer' kid" the man calls out at me. Turning around I walk towards the driver’s side. Sitting in the driver's seat of a beat up old pick-up truck is a tall man in wife beater covered in various stains. From what I can see he's built like a twig, and can't weigh much of anything. "Wat you doing out here at this time of night?"

"Walking to Torrington" I say gruffly "what's it to you?"

"Wat’s in Torrington that has you in such a hurry you couldn't wait till mornin'?" he asks with sly grin before adding “You going to meet yur girl?"

Frowning at him I inform him that "no I'm not", not that it's any of his business anyway.

"Hahaha alright kid, take it easy, do ya want a ride?" he says with a wide goofy grin.

I'd rather not walk the whole way, but I don't quite trust this guy. Mulling it over, I grudgingly nod and walk to the passenger side of his beat up truck and get in. as soon as I'm in he starts driving. Looking over as he does he tells me his name is chuck, and that he lives just south of town, in the country? He asks me my name, and nudges me when I don't respond for a moment. Sighing I look at him and grunt "Brian".

He smiles and thinks a moment before continuing "Brian, huh. Not what I would have named ya but you can't do nothing with yur name but use it. Is there anywhere special I need to drop ya off at or you just going to jump out the truck once we hit city limits?"

Thinking for a moment gets me another nudge from chuck. Glaring at him I mutter “I don't have anywhere, but anywhere is going to be better than where I was. Just drop me off at a gas station or something like that. Doesn't really matter."

"Yur quite the piss-ant ain't ya. Well if ya ain't got any place ta go, do ya got money for a room? Have a job lined up? Any sort of plan? He asks still smirking at me. We pass a sign that says 15 miles to Torrington. Watching me closely he’s about to nudge me again when I start to speak

"The plan is to sleep in a park somewhere, and find a job in the morning. I have everything I need to survive, and as long as I away from there I'll be happy." I growl as the anger rises in me again. I look over at chuck sitting beside me and for the first time during this ride, he quiet. He’s deep in thought for a while before he suddenly pulls over, and comes to stop.

He gives me a hard look before softly saying to me "yur either staying with me tonight, or yur getting out of my truck. it's up to you Brian, but my couch is goin to be a lot warmer and softer than any bench yur going to find." he sits there waiting for my answer.

I sit there thinking over my options, trying to make a decision. I've just met him but he has shown me more kindness than anyone else in my home town ever did. But this could be just a set up to be kidnapped, or have him try and fuck me. It’s much better than sleeping on a bench, but he could also be an axe murderer. Realistically I doubt he wants more than my ass in his bed, and if he tries anything I'll just make a run for it. Sighing I give him a nod and say "let's get going then."

Smiling wide he quickly turns around and starts flying down the highway much faster than before. We ride in silence for a minute or two before he reaches over and flips on the radio. I figure based on his appearance and his truck country or classic rock is going to be coming out of the radio. The music starts playing and soon he's singing his heart out to staying alive by the bee gees. I give him a look and bust out laughing

After a couple more of discos greatest hits, we pull off the highway onto a gravel road. We drive down the road for maybe a mile before he pulls into the driveway of beat up one story white shack of a house. In the front yard is a couple rusted cars and a shed. The grass is growing tall around the cars and the buildings, but is otherwise cut short. We get out of the truck and he ushers me inside, unlocking the front door. Once inside he flips on the light to reveal wood paneling on every wall. The kitchen is off to the left, and a hall the leads to the right. In the living room is a large couch that looks well used, a coffee table and a dinky TV with rabbit ears covered in aluminum foil. Other than that the room is bare and clean, much to my surprise.

Chuck points at the couch and says "y'all can sleep there, and ride with me into town in the morning when I go to work. Deal?" I nod in agreement and plop down on the couch. He flips off the light and heads to his room. I drift off to sleep quickly and wake early in the morning. With no clock I'm not quite sure of the time as I get up and make my way to the bathroom.

I take a piss and check myself in the mirror. I'm skinny, but nowhere as skinny as chuck. I'm about 5'8" and wearing the same plain shirt and blue jeans I had on yesterday. My dirty blond hair is cut short, and my soft green eyes stare back at me. Overall I'm your non-descript white guy. I finish in the bathroom and head back to the couch. I start thinking about how to get a job today, and a place to stay. I plan for a while when chuck walks in. he grabs a chair from the kitchen and sits across from me. I can tell from the look on his face he wants to talk.

The thought of moving on with my life has me in a much better mood, so smiling to myself I ask chuck "what's up?"

"So he can smile" he says with a chuckle before looking serious again " I let you stay here because it was your best option, and I don't think sleeping on a bench tonight is going to be much better option. I'm a thinkin you should stay here till ya get yur self a job. That way you got somewhere warm to stay while you search for a job. Plus it's going to be harder than ya think to find a job, I mean how old are ya anyway? Yain’t more than 16 from the looks of ya."

“Quite the speech chuck! And I do appreciate your offer, but it's best if I don't get too attached. That way when you turn out to be a rapist or something, I can walk away without feeling bad. So I'm going to politely decline." I say trying to keep the mood light, before mentioning "I'm 18 by the way, turn 19 in April."

"Now listen!" he says with anger creeping into his voice. He standing now, bellowing at me "I've been out there just like you, alone and no one who would give two shits about my wellbeing. I had to fight and claw to get this little shack that I call home, and I'm offering you a chance to have some semblance of shelter while you try and figure yur shit out."

I'm taken back by this sudden burst of negative emotion from chuck, and realize I don't know much about him at all. But to top it off he has a good point, which is starting to piss me off. Getting on my feet, I notice the height difference between us, he's easily a head taller than me. I square my jaw and yell back "Fine I'll stay, but only till me get enough money to get out of this shit hole!"

An odd look comes across chuck’s face before his smile and says “Now that this negativity is settled, let me cook some breakfast!” He shuffles off to the kitchen and starts making some kind of breakfast, whistling some tune while he does. Confused by the sudden change of mood I sit down and watch him bustle around the kitchen. He is definitely a strange man, but kind. Still not sure what his ulterior motive is though.

About a half hour later, he’s announces breakfast is ready and indicates for me to sit down at the kitchen table. I sit down and he sets a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs and sausage. Digging in I revel in the flavor, tasting better than anything my mother ever tried to cook. Suddenly I realize I’m happy. This delicious food made by the disco loving redneck is making me happy. I haven’t felt happy in years. Smiling to myself I mutter under my breathe “thank you”

After breakfast we head at the car, and head into town. Chuck tells me he works from 10 to 7, and that I should meet him at the gas station around then. I notice that he avoids mentioning where he works. I find this a little weird, but He’s weird anyways, so I take it in stride. Plus I don’t want to get too attached to him, he’ll just end up like the rest of my home town.

We make it into town and he drops me off at a gas station, and I walk in, asking for a job. After determining I was too young, they send me on my way. With nothing in particular to do, and nowhere specific to go, I head off down the street. Eventually I reach the epitome of all teenager jobs, McDougal’s.

This particular location is in the bottom floor of a large office building. Due to its location, it’s cleaner than most, and is missing the drive through. I walk in and ask for an application and a pen. A pimply faced kid around my age hands me one, pointing to a man in a dress shirt sitting in the back. “Give it to the boss when you’re done” he says.

I sit, quickly filling in the information I can, before looking over at the manager. As I stand up and start to approach, he looks up at me and holds his hand out. I place the application in his hand. He starts to chuckle and put the application down before holding his hand out again. It dawns on me that he wants to shake my hand, so I grab his hand and we shake. As we shake he introduces himself as Frank. “Brian” I state simply.

Taking a look at frank I observe that he’s clearly very tall, around 6’4. He’s built like a wall, large and wide, and has a bit of a beer gut. His skin show that of someone who has mixed heritage, and his hair is salt and pepper. He’s wearing dress slacks and a button up shirt with the M logo on it.

Frank motions for me to sit, and starts to look through my application. “Why didn’t you put an address down?” he asks confused.

“I just moved in last night, and don’t know it.” I reply

“You also didn’t put down a contact number, job history or even a reference. Why?” he asks again, with a knowing look creeping onto his face.

“I don’t have any of that. All I have is my name and a will to work.” is the reply I give, knowing full well I’m not going to be getting the job. I can see by the look on his face that he’s seen many people like me, without anything to keep them alive. I know he thinks those kind of people are flakes, prone to addiction, or mental health problems. But I’m not them, and I don’t ever plan to be. With a sigh I say to frank “I know I’m not getting the job, so I’ll just head out.”

I’m about to get up when he sets his hand on my shoulder and sits me back down. He looks at me with a curious expression for a minute before removing his hand from my shoulder. A little confused but hopeful, I sit and wait for him to speak.

He smiles at me and begins to speak “I might just have a job for you, but it’s not here, and it’s a bit of a private matter. Here’s what I want you to do, go away for a half hour, and meet me behind the building. That will let me finish up my work before taking you to the job site.” he leans back and smiles, waiting for my response.

I nod and thank him before standing up and walking out of the restaurant. I walk a few block and start looking for a bank or a sign with the time on it. I’ve been walking about 5 minutes before I find a clock shop of all things. I walk inside, pretending to browse, but mainly just keeping an eye on the time. About 10 minutes before the meet time I walk out of the store and head back to the restaurant.

The back of the building runs into an alleyway, and across from it is a car park that houses parking for everyone in the building. The only entrance to and from the car park is from this alley. I’ve been waiting behind the building for about 5 minutes when Frank walks out. He smiles as he sees me, and walks over, resting his hand on my shoulder. “My car’s in there” He says simply leading me into the car park.

We walk towards the car park and up into the second level, before we reach his car. Once we get to his car, he stops gesturing me to come to the driver’s side. He looks around, and once he’s happy that no one is around, he puts his hand on my shoulder once again.

Smiling wide, Frank pushes his hand down on me forcing me to my knees. “Welcome to the job site kid. If you're a good boy and do as I ask you’ll get away no worse for wear, but if you fight me, I’ll cut your tongue out and your dick off. Now I know you’re thinking, why me? And why would I even want to come back and help frank again? Well my boy, not only are you going to enjoy this, you're going to get paid! It’s quite the good deal, and I really think you should take it, not that you have much choice in the matter.” he says sadistically with an insane grin on his face.

Well here I am, having trusted a crazy man, I’m now about to be raped. To be honest, I thought if I was going to be raped, it would have been Chuck last night, but I realize now he’s not the type. I feel pain on my face and it hits me (ha-ha) that I’ve been slapped. I look up at frank and it’s clear he’s waiting on me to answer whether it’s going to be the easy way or the hard way.

I start to ask questions as I reach into my pocket “How much are you going to pay me?”

Franks smiles and pretends to think for a minute before answering “I’ll pay what I feel your performance is worth. Be sure to wow me!” I can hear the venom in his voice. I get ahold of the pocket knife in my pocket.

“How should we start? I ask watching his face to see if he notices what I’m doing.

Frank laughs for a second and says, “Pull my little friend out, and start sucking.” I reach up with one hand and unbutton his pants. As I pull them down I notice he’s not wearing any underwear. I have the knife out of my pocket, and I’m trying to open it with one hand. I continue to lower his pants and once they are low enough his hard dick pops out and slaps me in the face. It's bigger than I anticipated easily 8 inches long, and quite thick

I'm a little surprised as it hits me, and I drop the knife, and it bounces on the ground behind frank. Cussing I try and reach it but it's out of my reach. Frank who is getting impatient, smacks me with his dick. Recoiling from it I feel his hand latch onto the sides of my head. He aligns his dick with my mouth and shoves it in my mouth.

"Get to sucking boy!" He says as he slowly starts to fuck my mouth. Resigned to my fate for the moment I start to suck and lick at the head. A bit of precum is starting to leak out, and to my surprise it tastes wonderful. Frank is starting to moan loudly, his dick going farther and farther into my mouth. I'm having trouble breathing.

Trying to push away to catch my breath does nothing but spur him on. He continues fucking my face before finally sliding all the way in and down my throat. He moans once more in pleasure as his cum squirts down my throat.

He slowly pulls out of my mouth and I get one last squirt of cum on my tongue. Once I’m shocked by how much I enjoy the taste. I revel in the taste a moment before swallowing. Looking up at frank shows that same sadistic smile, and his eye are closed in pleasure.

He releases my head and I take my chance to dive for the pocket knife. I grab the knife as frank turns around. I open it and start to swing as the smiles drops from his face, only to be replaced by one of horror and surprise. I slice through his shirt and leave a shallow cut across his belly.

Quickly trying to gain the advantage, I lower the knife to his dick, and watch his expression. He knows be under my control for the moment, and I can see the gears turning as he tries to find a way out of this. I grab his pants with one hand, and dig out his wallet and keys. I put both the wallet and keys in my pocket.

Looking up at him again I say "move over to the wall and face it. If you try anything I'll stab you. “I start to back away as he walks to the wall. Once we are far enough apart I bolt out of the parking garage. I’m running, and I don’t stop till I get back to the gas station. Heading around the back I pull the wallet out and check for any cash. He has 200 dollars, and picture of a young girl. Flipping it over me see the name Lane, and the year 97, making her quite a bit older now. I pocket the cash, and toss his keys and the wallet in a dumpster.

I’m not real happy with how I made money but two hundred dollars isn’t bad for a day’s work. I walk in to the gas station and buy one of those cheap burner phones, along with a hot dog and a soda for lunch. I sit in front of the place and eat my hot dog while setting up my phone. I’ve been sitting there for a while when I see a cop car show up. Two officers get out and they walk in. they walk directly to the counter and start talking to the attendant.

Figuring it’s best to make myself scarce I walk in the opposite direction of McDougal’s. I've walking for about a half hour when I stumble upon a park. Music from some kind of festival just reaches my ears. What better than a park to relax and revel in what’s left of my shitty day. Checking the time on my phone, I see its 5:30. Looking around the park I see quite a range of people, from the families playing on the playground to the joggers running by me. I sit there just observing life happen around me when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I look up and see a young guy about 20 with long shaggy black hair. He’s wearing a led zeppelin shirt missing the sleeves, and torn up blue jeans. He has a nose ring and a stud through his tongue. Now that he has my attention he smiles and says “Hey man, you look like a bass player, do you play? We really need someone for our gig later tonight!”

Laughing at the random question I simply state "never played an instrument in my life."

“Wanna learn? We really need someone, we don’t need you to be good, mainly just a warm body. Nobody listens to the bass anyways.” he says with equal parts enthusiasm and desperation.

“Not really, I mean there is nothing in it for me.” I say with a sly smile. I bet I can get him to cough up some money for me to be his warm body.

“If you’ll help us out I can get you some chicks! And ummm, I’ll get you a share of the money! Come on man help a brother out!” comes out of his mouth in desperation. I for some reason really like this guy so I decide why not.

“Sure, I’ll help out, what time is the show? And you do have a bass for me to play right?”

“We go on at 6, were done at 6:30, and that gives us plenty of time to show you how to fake it! Let’s go!” he says before he starts to jog off. I walk after him slowly. He gets about 30 feet away before he realizes I'm not keeping up. He jogs back and grabs my arm dragging me along at his speed. We walk across the

We get to an area behind a large stage, where several tents have been set up. We enter one, and two other guys are hanging out. As we approach they look at us with mild interest. The first guy is holding a guitar, and it's really high on his chest. He has short hair and glasses, and is wearing a striped dress shirt and slacks. Beside him is the grungiest look guy I've ever seen. He’s tall, easily 6'5" but he all skin and bones. He makes Iggy pop look healthy.

He points at the guitar player. “That’s Rubert” he says, “but we call him Rube.” Then pointing to the drummer he says “And that is Izzy, we call him Izzy cause people always say ‘he’s not sober is he.’ I’m Jack by the way.” Extending his hand out for a fist bump, a giant goofy smile crosses his face. I laugh and pound his fist.

Jack walks over to the edge of the room, where a pile of musical equipment is laying, and starts digging through cases. Rube looks at me curiously and asks jack “what’s this all about jack? You bring this guy to suck your dick?”

“Nah faggot, he’s your new bass buddy. Sides, everyone knows you’re the pole smoker here,” Jack replies, looking over his shoulder, grin still in place. He returns to his search before pulling out a beat up case and handing it to me. “Here, you can use this one.” He says.

I open the case, and inside is what I assume from my limited musical knowledge is a bass. I grab it out and just kind of hold it, having no idea what I’m doing. Jack now has a guitar on himself, and following his lead, I slide the strap over my head.

“Most bassists play with their fingers, but that takes practice, and we ain’t got time for that shit! Take this.” Jack says throwing a pick at me. Next he says “all the songs we will play tonight you can play with just one note, so just follow along to Izzy’s rhythm and you’ll do fine. Wanna go through a song first, or just wing it on stage, we still got like five minutes.”

Since I’ve never played before, I decide it would probably be a good idea to play at least one song before we go on stage. I quip back “sure, let’s do a song, so I don’t make a complete fool of myself.” I look at rube and Izzy, to see if they even care. Rube looks skeptical, and Izzy is staring off into space, his eyes devoid of anything. It’s really kind of disturbing.

“Alright man! So here is what you do, take your pick, and hold it like this.” Jack informs, showing me how to hold the pick. Then he shows me how and which string to strum. Later I found out it’s the E string. He then starts to play a slower song and I strum along, to the best of my ability, and I somehow manage to stop when jack does. Jack voice is actually surprisingly good, and the song is hauntingly beautiful.

Rube pipes up with “I guess he’ll do, but he better not fuck up my chances with the groupies.”
“It’s all good man” Izzy retorts out of the blue, still staring off into space. Jack just nods his head like it’s the answer to everything. A man walks in and tells us we are up. The guys walk out of the tent, and head towards the stage, with me following behind.

We walk up a short staircase leading to a massive stage, at least 50 or 60 feet wide. There is three amps setup and a drum set on a riser. Three mic stands are setup at the front of the stage, and suddenly I’m standing above a crowd of bored looking people. The crowd starts shouting at us to hurry up and play. They chant play over and over at us.

Jack walks over to an amp, flips it on and grabs a cord laying on top of it. He does the same with the one beside, while rube and Izzy setup their gear. Jack then tosses one of the chords to me, which I manage to catch. I manage to get it plugged in to the bass, and jack smiles at me before checking if the other guys are ready.

Satisfied he walks up to the mic and shouts “what’s up People! We are Evil Music! 1, 2, 3, 4!” all three start playing, and I follow along to the best of my ability. The music is a somewhere between rock and punk, incredibly loud, and shockingly fast. We play a couple songs without stopping, before jack addresses the crowd again.

”This next song is an old classic, I want everyone to sing along with this fuckin song!” he then starts into a song I actually know, Blitzkrieg Bop by the Ramones. Inspired by actually knowing something, I join in the vocals, shouting hey, and ho, and dancing jumping around the stage. The crowd goes crazy, shouting the words back at us. We finish the song, and jack again addresses the crowd.

“You see that guys? That’s what I’m talking about, here’s one that’s a bit slower, hope you don’t mind.” He then starts the intro into the song he played before, and the crowd really seems to be enjoying it. The song gets to the chorus, and people start singing along. I hadn’t realized these guys actually had fans!

We finish the song, and then play a couple more. Jack once again addresses the crowd. “Thanks for the great energy guys, we are evil music, you’ve been great!” we head unplug our amps, put the cords back on of the amps, and head off stage. The roadies start hauling the equipment away, and replacing it with the next bands. We head back to the tent, and I put the bass back in the case. Jack smacks me on the back and tells me I did a good job. Rube begrudgingly agrees, while Izzy just nods once before staring off into space once again.

“You said you would pay me right? You are getting paid aren’t you?” I say to jack. He looks over at rube, before looking back at me. He puts his guitar in the case and pulls me out of the tent before rube has a chance to say anything. Pulling me further away he heads toward another row of tents some distance away. We get closer and I see they are drink and food stands. We approach one, and cut through to the back, jack waving at a worker as he passes. Once in the back he stops and faces me, wringing his hand through his hair.

Jack starts talking real fast at me, “Look man, I sorta lied to you about the money. See rube runs that side of things, and man is he good at it. Only problem is that money we make from shows is currently going towards our tour, so none of is actually getting paid. I’m sorry man, we really needed a body.”

“I don’t really care whether you’re saving for a tour, or for your sex change, you promised pay, and I want it! I don’t work for free.” I yell back. A worker sticks his in the back into this area, and jack waves them off.

“Look man, I can’t give you any money right now, but when we go on tour next month, we will be actually making money. We can pay you then. “Jack says, trying to reason with me, a desperate look in his eye.

“No deal. I need money, I’m not employed, and this was my best shot at making money today,” I lie, “so I need money, one way or another. Either I get from you, or from your gear.”

A ray of hope appears in his eye, and he states “if you’re unemployed, why don’t you just come on tour with us? We need a new bass player, and you did pretty good for having no idea how to play. We might be able to swing you a little extra too, since we owe you! Please man, just take the deal, it will be better for you.” He seems awfully confident as he finishes speaking.

“How much are we talking?” I ask, not quite trusting this plan.

“We’ll give you 150 a night, and I’ll be the one to take the cut from my pay, since I lied to you. Bro’s shouldn’t lie to other bros! I feel so bad about it man.” He says with a wide shit eating grin, like he just won some major victory. I haven’t even said yes yet.

“I guess, but you still owe me some groupies. Not tonight though, I got to meet my ride.” I say as I start to exit the tent, and unsurprisingly he follows me out. I start to walk away from the festival, and head towards the gas station. Jack keeps up and starts rambling about all kind of band stuff at me, and about when he wants to meet up again to show me how to play properly. He gives me his number and I put it in my phone. I wave goodbye, and he heads back towards the festival.

I make it back to the gas station a couple minutes after 7, but there is no sign of chuck. I happen to notice a poster hung up on the door of the gas station. It’s a picture of me from a few years back, and it says missing teen, if see please call, and then it has a phone number. Out of curiosity, I grab the poster, walk over to a pay phone (yes they still exist), pop in some change, and call the number. It rings a few times, before I hear “McDougal’s, how may I help you?”

I quickly hang up and ball the poster, before throwing it. Fucking Frank must be looking for me. I didn’t expect him to hold a grudge like this though. I decide it’s probably a good idea to stay out of sight while I wait for chuck, so I duck into an alley with a view of the gas station. I step into the shadow, letting my eyes adjust, verifying no one is here with me. Just as I’m satisfied that no one is here with me, I hear a low gruff voice from behind a dumpster.

“This alley’s taken mate, get out before I bust your kneecaps.” Is what the voice says, before I hear a loud bang, like someone beat something hard on the side of the dumpster.

I reply back to the voice with “I’m just hiding here while me ride comes, I’ll be gone in shortly.” I also slowly start to back out of the alley, not wanting to deal with this territorial homeless person. I reach in my pocket for my knife, but oddly it’s not there. I must have dropped when I was running. Shit!

The voice from the alley gruffly responds again, but oddly it sounds worried. “Get out, this is my alley, don’t make me hurt you.” I get a little bit of courage, and sneak slowly towards the voice, making sure my shadow is hidden as best as possible. Not that it really matters, there isn’t a working light anywhere near this alley. As I approach the dumpster, all of a sudden I trip, flying right past the dumpster. There goes my stealthy advantage.

Smash. Smash, smash, smash. It’s all I hear, before the world goes black.


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Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

I wish someone would turn off the faucet. I can’t stand the sound of it. It’s keeping me awake, but I’m so tired. My eyes flutter open, trying to identify the source of the drip. All I see above is darkness. My eyes adjust a little, and I realize it’s the sky. I must be on my back. I look left, and there, I find an air conditioner dripping water from high up. It’s slowly dripping water from somewhere. I turn my head right. I see a pile of garbage, resting against a dumpster. It slowly dawns on me I shouldn’t be sleeping in an alley, and everything slowly comes back to me.

I try to roll over so I can stand, but I can’t move. It becomes apparent my hand are tied up behind me, and my legs are bound. After a couple of attempts I do manage to sit up though. As I do, the pile of garbage starts to move, until a coated arm, complete with gloved hand reaches out and pushes me back down to the ground quite forcefully. I then notice that the pile of garbage is actually a crudely built shelter.

Quite freaked out, but not really feeling particularly coherent, or good in general, I do my best to calmly ask why I’m tied up. What comes out instead is muffled words. I then come to the conclusion my mouth has been covered with something. I touch it with my tongue, trying to move it down, but all I get is a nasty taste in my mouth. “Of course it’s not clean” I think to myself sarcastically.

The person inside the garbage shelter must have understood what I said, or just guessed, because they respond with “I told you to leave my alley. Now I had to hurt you and tie you up. You were bleeding badly mate, but I stopped that. Stay quiet for a few hours and I’ll move you somewhere else where you’ll be found. If your get loud though mate, I’ll make sure you don’t wake up next time.

Obviously screaming is not the best option, so maybe I can reason with them. I try speaking again, maybe he can understand me. “Can you understand me?”

“Just barely.” He gruffly replies. He’s a bit of a talker it seems, as he continues talking. “Now I could untie you mate, but I don’t trust you not to attack me, or to steal my stuff. You’re not likely to enjoy me taking your wallet either. Plus I’m pretty sure that any ride you had has left by now, so you are pretty much at my mercy. Now I know you can’t see me, and I like it that way, makes it easier for you not to find me later. Revenge and all that mate.

He really likes the word mate. Kind of odd thought, but stuff like that keeps coming to me. It hasn’t really sank in how messed up this situation is, it’s so surreal I’m half convinced I’m dreaming the whole thing. I ask another question. “Can you at least come out here, so we can have a normal conversation? I’m not one to seek revenge, I promise.”

He chuckles an oddly high pitch laugh, before saying in his normally gruff voice, “Now why should I take the risk of being seen by the man, or should I say child I’ve tied up. Not a good idea mate. Plus tied up people tend to not be the most trustworthy.” Despite this I do see movement inside the tent, like he can’t make up his mind about it.

All of a sudden, a large pounding headache hits me. My skull must be shattered for it to hurt this much. Yep, definitely not a dream. Still feeling quite woozy though, I reply to him, “come on, what can I do to convince you? I am at your mercy, do with me as you wish. Oh I really shouldn’t have said that. Ugh this headache is killing me.”

“Pain getting you again mate? Alright, I’ll come out, but only to give you some more of my special pills. I really didn’t mean to hit you so hard, but you know how it goes, got to defend my home and all that. I have rights as a home owner, and you better respect that mate.” The shelter shakes some more, before a capped head pops out of it. He slowly emerges, and I get my first glance at him, he appears to be heavy set, but it could be all the clothes. He’s wearing several layers, and while all of them are of various sizes, most are very large. He has a clean shave face I’m guessing, since his entire person is covered in several layers of dirt. In fact, I can’t even tell what skin color he is through all of it. I can’t even guess his age.

He gets closer, and leans on top of me, pulling whatever is covering my mouth off. “Say aww” he says, and when I comply, he drops to pills down my throat, and a little bit of bitter tasting water. As I close my mouth and swallow, he sits back, leaving my mouth uncovered. “You’re a pretty boy,” he says, “I considered keeping you as my boy toy for a while. I don’t need the cops looking for you though mate.”

“Boy toy?” I ask, quite openly being afraid of the prospect. Hobo’s are on the top of my fuck list, especially grungy male ones.

“Yep, boy toy. I actually got this nice abandoned building I call home normally. This is just my summer home you could say. A nice home away from home, for those time I just need to get away. I might just change my mind about you though mate. You look like quite stud.” He proceeds to tell me. He seems to be getting awfully excited about the prospect, he’s not sitting still, and he’s slowly rubbing his crotch.

“I’m not so sure that would be such a good idea, I don’t even know your name. Don’t you want to be friends first?” I ask, doing my best to stall this, hoping I can just get him to set me free somewhere else. Oddly the pills have started to take effect, much quicker than expected, and my pain is starting to drain away, and I’m getting some of my senses back.

“Good point mate. I’m Taylor. Now that we are friends, I think I’ll ask my new friend a favor. But first, how about we test your tongue out." He says all this with no malice, his gruff voice filled with lust.

"Test my tongue out..." is as much as I get out before he climbs on top of my lap, and bends down, mashing his lips against mine. They are oddly soft, and his tongue quickly invades my mouth, chasing my tongue, as I try to keep it away. It's an odd game of cat and mouse. I close my eyes.

With my eyes closed, suddenly I can get into this. My mind has replaced him with a young, nubile girl. I start kissing back, chasing his tongue back. I even hear a feminine moan instead of a gruff one. We make out passionately for several minutes, before I feel a hand surround my cock. It rubs me softly while we continue to kiss. As he rubs, I get an appreciative moan into my mouth.

He pulls off my mouth, and I feel him lift. I then feel my pants being pulled down. With my dick now free, it stands straight up, and since it's a bit cold in the night air, I shiver a little bit. I then feel weight back on my chest, and suddenly my dick is very warm, and wet. I moan as my hard member slowly slides into my vison of a girl’s mouth.

Now I am a bit bigger than average, at 7 and a half inches, with a decent girth, but soon my entire length is engulfed.

As I let out another moan, the mouth comes off, and I hear him say “your making too much noise mate, let me fix that for you." Next thing I know my mouth is covered by a warm, tasty slit. My eyes flip open, and there it is in the flesh, a tasty pair of legs, leading to a tasty pussy.

“you’re a girl?!" I ask into his, well her pussy, but she must not have heard me, since my dick is back in her mouth. As I come down from my shock, I realize it smells terrible, one of the worst things ever. But it is the tastiest pussy I have ever tasted. I start licking, focusing on her clit, getting a delicious moan on my cock for my effort. Moving my tongue down I bury my tongue inside, and lap all of her delicious juices.

I lick for several minutes before I feel a deep moan around my dick, and suddenly my face is covered in extra juice. I've never had a girl squirt for me before, and I feel my balls start to churn. I try to let her know, but before I can I’m flooding her mouth. The first shot hits her throat, and she freaks out pulling off and sitting on my stomach, making the second shot hit her face. She grabs my cock and jacks me off, as the rest makes a mess all over the place. She has terrible aim.

She turns around and smiles at me. "I guess I can drop my man voice then." She says, in a much more feminine voice, “That’s the best I’ve ever had mate, but let's try round two." She then aims her slippery twat at my dick, sliding most of the way down. We moan together, before she rises back up and drops down, this time getting all of me in her.

"Mm, your so much bigger than I’m used to, most guys I get are tiny," she says as she grinds on top of me. "I’m definitely not letting you go anytime soon." She leans down to kiss me again, while she slowly humps me. I bite her lip, and suck her tongue, while occasionally rising to meet her.

When she moves back for air I tell her, “If you untied me, I could make it so much better for you." In her heightened and horny state, she quickly unties my hands before shifting around to untie my legs. Once I’m free, I flip her around, on to her back, and start pounding into her with all my might. I pound and pound, causing her to shiver in pleasure, before squirting all over my stomach. I cum inside at the feel of her velvety pussy squeezing me tight. All I see next is black, as I pass out from the exertion, and the bloodless.

End of chapter 1

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