Stockholm

Stockholm

Status: In Progress

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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When 18-year-old Noah is kidnapped by a gang his abusive boyfriend owes money to, he finds himself held at the mercy a mysterious stranger. Initially desperate to escape, he begins to realise that the experience may actually be the chance he never thought he'd get of escaping a life filled with fear and pain. WARNING: VIOLENCE AND RAPE First story; completely open to critique and suggestions.

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When 18-year-old Noah is kidnapped by a gang his abusive boyfriend owes money to, he finds himself held at the mercy a mysterious stranger. Initially desperate to escape, he begins to realise that the experience may actually be the chance he never thought he'd get of escaping a life filled with fear and pain.

WARNING: VIOLENCE AND RAPE

First story; completely open to critique and suggestions.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 13, 2017

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Noah held his breath as he crept into the hallway, softly closing the front door behind him. He could hear the pipes gurgling in the walls, and the steady drip of the tap in the kitchen which had been broken since before he’d moved in, but as far as other people went, the flat was silent.

Relieved, he headed towards the cramped kitchen, hoping to find something to take the edge off his hunger, but the fridge was empty save for a shrivelled clove of garlic and an unidentified jar which had been in there for as long as he could remember. And of course there was beer. Strewn around the kitchen were more cans of beer, mostly empty, covering the small plastic table in the middle, floating in the murky water in the sink, and all over the dirty work surfaces. There was also the greasy paper wrapping of last night’s kebab and chips, but a quick poke around revealed no morsels.

Noah wrinkled his nose as he turned back around and headed into the living room. It was slightly larger, but sparsely furnished, with a well-worn sofa and mismatching armchair facing an old TV in the corner. There were no decorations on the walls, including paint, and the single bare lightbulb which hung from the ceiling did little to cheer the room up. He turned the TV on and sat on the sofa, flicking through the channels until he settled on a re-run of Scrubs.

 

Four hours later Noah was awoken by the front door slamming, he felt his heart speed up as he followed his boyfriend’s heavy footsteps down the hall, looking up expectantly as the large figure appeared in the doorway. The large man smiled at the boy and dropped down beside him, throwing his arm over Noah and pulling him in for a kiss. Noah leaned in greedily, as relief flooded through him, followed immediately by guilt for not being happier to see Gary. He could taste beer on his boyfriend’s breath, but the older man seemed to be in a good mood, which led him to believe that whatever business he had been conducting this afternoon had gone well.

Pulling away Gary pushed some of Noah’s overlong tawny fringe away from his face and suggested they go and get some groceries.

Yess thought Noah as he sprung up.

‘So how was your day?’ asked Gary as they finished descending the concrete stairs of the block and began walking towards where Gary’s van was parked.

‘Oh, you know,’ replied Noah, not really knowing what to say. He could feel the rest of the pills in his back pocket. ‘Could’ve been better. That lad you said was meeting me at Norton Park never showed so that didn’t happen, but I sold a bit to some kids from the Ashwell estate.’ He tensed as Gary’s pace slowed, taking in what he had just been told.

Gary held out his hand and Noah gave him a handful of notes, along with the bag that contained the remaining pills he hadn’t sold.

‘Not those you fucking idiot!’ snarled Gary as he flung the pills away, his reddening face betraying his anger. Noah’s breath caught in his throat as he dutifully picked them up and shoved them back in his pocket, silently cursing himself for being so stupid. He returned to Gary’s side, staring at the pavement afraid to meet his boyfriend’s eyes lest it anger him further. Gary had counted the money and apparently decided it wasn’t enough, as he grabbed Noah by the arm and pulled him back the way they came.

By the time they reached their flat on the sixth floor, Noah was feeling faint, a combination of his fear, hunger and the effort it had required to keep up with Gary lest he fall behind and get dragged up the concrete stairs- an experience he already knew was unpleasant.

‘Why the fuck did I come home to find you asleep on my sofa if you haven’t finished doing the one thing you were supposed to do? I work all fucking hours to pay our bills and provide for you and you can’t bring your lazy ass to meet someone and do a quick exchange.’

Noah looked up at him from the floor of the hallway where he’d landed after being thrown through the door. He knew it would only create more trouble if he explained how he’d got to the park early and sat at the meeting spot for well over an hour past the agreed time and that no-one had come along. At least, no-one who was there to buy a massive bag of drugs from him.

After the schools had kicked out at half three he’d headed west to an estate where he knew a few people might be looking to buy, and he’d had some success, but it was a notorious area for crime and the police were often called there, so after two separate patrol cars had turned up, disappeared into a block to resolve whatever issue, then left again (one pair of policemen escorting a swearing middle aged man between them) he decided he should scarper lest anyone notice he’d been hanging around a little too long to just be ‘waiting for mates’.

He also knew it would spell big trouble for him if he pointed out that the unemployment benefits Gary was claiming covered the rent and bills they had to pay, and the vast majority of whatever either of them earned on the side went on Gary’s drinking and gambling habits.

Noah scrambled backwards as Gary came towards him, acutely aware of the large black boots his boyfriend was sporting, but he didn’t get the kick he was expecting. Gary had worked himself into an enraged frenzy, and instead bent down and pulled Noah up by the front of his t-shirt. Noah was only 5 foot 6 and very skinny, whereas Gary was 5 foot 10 and extremely stocky, so this was light work for him. He slammed Noah into the corner of the hallway before shifting him right slightly and throwing him backwards through the doorway leading to the kitchen. The kitchen was so small Noah hit the back work surface, the table in the middle of the kitchen and the left wall as he went down again, only to be pulled back up and pitched over the sink. Gary used his free hand to send the table crashing into the opposite corner of the kitchen then, swearing and screaming insults at Noah he forced the younger boys head into the water that had accumulated in the sink.

As he felt the greasy, stagnant water shoot up his nostrils, Noah’s frozen fear was replaced by the urgent instinct to get his head out of the water. Terrified, he kicked frantically and tried to pry Gary’s hands away from him, but his legs just struck the counter as he failed to pull himself out of the sink. The floating beer cans knocked against his ears as he struggled, then suddenly he could breathe again, as Gary had pulled him upright, but the reprieve was only momentary and his head was almost immediately resubmerged. Noah was held under water a total of three times before Gary pushed him aside to land painfully on the overturned table. He shook his head and snorted heavily out his nose, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of the water in his nostrils as Gary stood over him scowling. After a few more slaps and punches, and angry proclamations about his ingratitude, the man pushed him out the kitchen door, immediately to the right into the bedroom they shared. Following the theme of the rest of the flat this room was small, mostly dominated by the double bed in the middle of it. Gary slammed the door shut behind him and Noah reflected that, in all, despite the whole water thing he’d got off pretty lightly.

He took a few deep breaths to push away the last panicked feelings of drowning and pulled his wet t-shirt over his head. The once-white shirt was old and misshapen already, but now the neckline was torn into the should seam from where he’d been pulled around by it, and there was a small tear in the side too. But he only had one other of his own, so he laid it out flat on the windowsill and wriggled his jeans off before crawling into the bed and pulling the stained duvet over himself. He lay watching the final light of the evening fade into the orange glow of the streetlights which stopped it ever getting fully dark in the city, rubbing his sore and empty belly.

 

A couple of hours later Gary stumbled into the room, bringing with him the smell of unwashed man and booze. He staggered around the bed to the window and yanked the cord of the black blind until the room was in near complete darkness, before allowing himself to fall forward onto the bed. He felt for where Noah was curled up on the far edge and pulled him close. Noah was awake but hadn’t said anything, knowing that the alcohol made Gary extremely unpredictable. He held back a wince as Gary’s arms curled around his bruised ribs and held his breath as his boyfriend nuzzled around his face, trying to find his mouth. Gary found what he was looking for, and lay a succession of sloppy, alcoholic kisses on Noah, while his hands snaked downwards to the boy’s crotch. Suppressing a sigh Noah relaxed his hunched posture, knowing that Gary would persist with increasing force until he got what he wanted. He felt the man’s warm, clammy hand push into his boxers and close around the base of his penis, beginning to slowly rub up and down, drawing blood rapidly into it until Noah was completely hard. Gary’s own erection was pressing against Noah’s arse, so he shuffled around until he was facing the source of both his love and fear. They were both leaking precum hard as they ground against each other, Gary pulled Noah’s boxers down to his knees so he could then kick them off, and stripped off himself. When they were both naked Noah gently ran his hands down Gary’s hard, sweating body, teasing his dick with gentle strokes, and rubbing light circles on his thighs and bum cheeks. He wiggled down the bed, and with one hand flat on Gary’s stomach, and the other encircling the base of his dick, began to slide the tip into his mouth. He worked up and down the shafted, allowing his saliva to act as a lubricant, going further and further each time until his mouth was full and the man’s tip was butting the back of his throat. Gary was grunting, his hands kneading Noah’s hair and shoulders as he worked. His hips bucked slightly when Noah changed tact, pulling back and swirling his tongue around the tip then licking enthusiastically down the full length. Eventually he sucked the cock back into his mouth and his head bobbed up and down as he sucked firmly, using one of his hands to tug lightly on his own dick, enjoying the sounds his boyfriend was making, knowing he was doing a good job. Soon, Gary began to tense up and Noah knew it was time to bring this to an end. He changed the angle of his head slightly and sucked Gary’s full length into his mouth, increasing the pace with the depth as he relaxed his throat and allowed the tip of Gary’s dick to slip down it, then, carefully controlling his breathing he kept a steady pace until Gary, now clutching at the sheets, groaned loudly and shot his fluid down Noah’s throat. Noah held his breath and kept his head there, sucking hard, until Gary had finished before pulling back, swallowing what was lin his mouth and setting to licking at Gary’s dick to clean what was left. Gary, panting, pulled Noah up so the younger boy was curled into his chest, and held him quietly while he carried on pulling at his own cock, until he, too, tensed, moaned gently and convulsed as he shot semen onto both of their stomachs. After a quick clean up Gary turned his back to Noah and within minutes was snoring.


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