A gay sex story: Nowhere to Run Ch. 03
I have revised and combined the next three chapters. Those that have already seen most of this story in my group have not seen the revisions. So, if you belong to my group and are reading this, read carefully—or you’ll miss something. LOL
I’ve taken some good advice from those that commented on the thread I posted in the forum to expand and add more flavor and meat to this. I agree that it needed it. It’s not like me to be so vague anyway. Details…details…details…gotta have them!! hehehe
Hope you enjoy this read. I’m working on the next, too. Though, it’s already written, I need to go over it again, as I did this. Happy reading
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Six month later…Casey stirred in his sleep and Joshua woke. It was beyond him how long he’d been there or if it was night or day. He had been down in the large room since he’d arrived and had grown to like Casey very much, so much so that he’d been sleeping with Casey on a regular basis and had done whatever the man desired.
“You’re a slut!” a vicious voice barked in his head. He caught a glimpse of someone that stood over him and slapped him so hard his ears rang and his head twisted in the direction the hand followed. He faltered from where he stood and found himself on the floor. Crying, he tried to stand only to be kicked with a hard menacing foot.
“I hate you, Joshua! I’ve tried so hard to give you everything! But you keep taking and not giving a fucking thing! You’ll never amount to anything, whore! Now, get up and come suck my cock, bitch!”
The man was a bit on the heavy side, almost covered in hair that reminded Joshua of a bear. Bear. That’s what he was called—his father…no, it was his uncle, or was it…he wasn’t sure. The man’s brows bristled into a furrow as he turned and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Get over here, slut!” he demanded with a point of his finger to the floor between his thighs, his other hand filled with his erection that he pulled out of his briefs.
Joshua came up on his hands and knees and crawled toward the man quickly.
“Suck it,” the man’s voice cooled from the heated commands of before. A smile graced his large lips that appeared to almost ooze saliva at the corners.
Joshua came up on his knees and surrounded the erection with his lips.
“Yes,” the man hissed in a whisper. “That’s better.”
“Joshua!” a foreign voice called him out of his past. “Baby, you’re covered in sweat and shaking like a leaf! What’s wrong?”
Joshua sobbed. “I remembered,” he muttered.
“What, Joshua?” Casey sat up quickly and stared down at the boy with concern. True concern? Josh was taken aback by it.
“Tell me, Josh!” he demanded.
“A man…that’s all…just a man.” He turned onto his side and cried long and hard.
“What did he do to you, Josh? Please tell me,” Casey molded himself to Joshua’s body and lightly raked long hair from the boy’s face.
Heavy footsteps bounded down the stairs into the room.
“Casey!” Stan growled. “Shut the slut up, will you?! I can’t sleep!” he started up the stairs then stopped. “Matter of fact, get your ass up here! I want some, now!” he barked.
Casey hesitated, then abandoned Joshua and ambled to the steps were Stan grasped a handful of hair and dragged him upstairs. Not long after, Josh could hear them. Banging. Moaning. A slap. Then another. Finally, cries of release. He waited for Casey to return, but he never did, at least not until later. Much later.
Joshua sat at the table eating what Casey had made for him the night before when someone opened the door and stepped down the rickety stairs. He looked up and expected Casey, but quickly looked down into his bowl when he realized it was someone else.
“Well, little whore,” the man came slowly to the table. “You look better than the first night I had you,” he commented. “Oh, I hear you’ve been talking. You’re name is Joshua, huh? Nice name for a slut. Got any ass left for me? Or are you cock whipped, now?”
Josh looked up at the man with a vacant expression and feral narrowed eyes. “Fuck you, bitch!” he growled at the man.
“Oooh!” the man laughed. “I like your spirit, kid.” He parked in the chair across from Josh, pushed it from the table and slapped his thighs. “C’me on, kid. Kelly wants some ass.”
Josh reared back his head and spat at the man viciously.
Anger flashed across Kelly’s face, which flamed red, as he stood and grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Joshua’s head. He wrenched the boy’s head back harshly.
“So, you wanna play, huh?”
He obviously seized control over his wrath when he saw the evil little smile on Joshua’s face. “C’me ‘ere, slut!” he dragged Josh from the chair to the bed where he shoved him face down. There, he buried his member to the hilt inside Joshua, who cried out with the shock of pain with a dramatic shiver.
“Like that, bitch?” Kelly huffed, as he thrust continuously in and out of the boy.
Joshua struggled with the man, forcing him to have to pin the boy’s hand to the bed.
“Oh, I love this,” the man expressed huskily.
“Harder, damn it!” Josh yelled at the man behind him.
“Harder?” he slammed into the boy with a slap of their bodies. “How’s that, kid?”
“Oh, gawd!” Josh returned.
“Yeah…now that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout,” the man chuckled.
Kelly released the boy’s hands and Josh tried to stand.
“Not so fast, bitch!” he grasped the back of the boy’s head and shoved him down on the bed again.
Removing his thin leather belt, he gathered the boy’s hair, doubled the belt and slapped at Josh’s back with it.
“You’re being a naughty little whore, boy!” he claimed gruffly.
Joshua quivered and yelped in surprise of the first strike. The sting let him know he was alive and this was not a dream.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Josh almost laughed.
“No you’re not!” Kelly thrashed him again. Harder.
With quick snatches of air, Joshua pretended to struggle with the man in an attempt to draw more punishment from Kelly.
“I swear it! I’m so sorry, sir!” Josh’s airy voice rose with the tension of stimulation.
“I don’t believe you, bitch!” Kelly barked.
“More! Please!” Josh called back to the man.
Sensation rippled down Kelly’s spine. This was truly more than he had hoped to experience from the boy. He had already made up his mind that he would spend the remainder of the night with Joshua, fucking, maybe a blow-job…or two, three.
Kelly beat him continuously, for a long moment, until Josh went rigid and cried out in release. The spasms stroked and gripped him so that he couldn’t hold back and came with the boy. It was intense. Kelly shook as it overcame him so that he thought it would be the death of him. When it finally ended, he plopped down atop Josh, breathing wildly.
“That was so good, kid,” he huffed into the boy’s ear.
“Glad you liked it,” the voice had changed and Kelly looked into Josh’s face to be sure it was the same kid. He chuckled lightly. “Guess you’re back now, huh?”
Joshua’s face flushed. “Yeah, sorry,” he apologized.
“For what?” Kelly stood and zipped his pants, feeding the belt through the loops.
“Disappointing you,” Josh turned over and studied the man carefully.
He was a tall man, with light brown hair, golden brown eyes and tanned full lips. He wasn’t overly muscle bound, though he did have prominent definition. His arms bulged somewhat as he continued to work the belt around his pants.
“You didn’t, Joshua. But I’d really like to know the other boy’s name,” he confessed.
“I don’t know it,” Joshua admitted.
Kelly could see by the boy’s demeanor that Josh was a little jealous of his alter. He chuckled a bit, “no need to envy him, Josh. You’re as exciting as he is.”
“Yeah, right.” Josh stood and went to the table, sat and started eating again. “That’s why everyone wants him, not me,” he grumbled.
“Hey, you shouldn’t complain about something you don’t really understand to begin with, ok?” Kelly marched to the table and sat and watched Josh eat.
But Josh remained silent the remainder of the time that Kelly visited with him. He soon left a little hurt because Josh was acting so childishly—at least that’s how he saw it. To be honest, he was highly disappointed after deciding to stay with the boy that night. He didn’t mind sharing his disappointment with Stan, either.
No sooner than Kelly had left the room, Stan barreled down the stairs. Without a word, he came straight for Josh, anger contorting his face.
Joshua’s lips parted slightly as he watched the man amble heavily towards him. He couldn’t think of a single thing he’d done to upset Stan. When the man reached a powerful hand for Joshua’s hair, the boy ducked and tried to evade him.
“C’me ‘ere, you little shit!” he finally got hold of Josh’s hair and dragged him to the center of the room. With rope that he pulled from his pocket, he bound the boy’s hand and tied it to what hung from the ceiling.
“I’ll teach you to act like a bitch!” he grumbled as he removed his thick leather belt and began beating Josh fiercely. “And don’t you dare switch, whore!” he called out to the boy.
Josh cried out with each strike that stung so much. He fought the urge to regress and hide inside himself, knowing he would receive a worse punishment if he did. He hated Stan, who often represented cruelty and much of what he was recalling periodically from his past. How he wished the man would die or just go away and never return.
But try as he did, he couldn’t stop the switch. Stan saw it when it happened, having learned the differences between Josh and the alter.
“You fucking whore!” he bellowed viciously at the boy.
“C’me on, bitch!” Josh growled back. “That all you got?”
*****Out for a late night snack, a tall mysterious man strolled down the main boulevard in town. He was dressed to kill—a humorous metaphor—as far as he was concerned. Dressed entirely of black, his ritzy suit fit him like a glove. Added was the long black cape and stylish walking stick, just for a tease.
He smiled, flashing perfect teeth at passers-by and gave a genteel nod to the lovely ladies along with a, “Madam”, or “Ladies”. But, they were all safe from his primal hunger, for that night, he searched for a lovely young man.
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