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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The middle-aged man’s foul, hot breath exhaled against the back of Tom’s bruised neck. “Do you like that whore?” he murmured against Hanson’s clammy skin. He thrust his cock deeper into Tom’s body, groaning loudly at the tightness surrounding his shaft. “Tell me you like it.”

Bracing his hands against the dirty brick wall, Tom stood with his legs apart and his head hanging down. He felt sick, his need for a shot completely consuming his mind. He wanted to please the man behind him, the man who was pumping his thick cock in and out of his abused body. He always wanted to please but he also knew that if he did not do what the man wanted, he would likely receive a beating. The man had paid him to act out a role and he needed to pull himself together or suffer the consequences. “Sí señor,” he moaned as the man’s large hand tugged at his limp cock. “Me gusta… me gusta.” I like… I like.

Unconvinced, the man grabbed a handful of Tom’s hair and yanked his head backwards. “If you like it so much Hermoso Puto, why aren’t you hard?” he growled into Tom’s ear. Tears of pain leaked from Tom’s eyes and he cried out softly. Hermoso Puto was the nickname he had picked up on the streets because he always spoke Spanish whilst being fucked. It translated to Beautiful Whore and all the johns who specifically searched the streets looking for Tom thought, the name was very apt.

Without warning, the man slammed Tom’s forehead against the hard brick wall. “WELL?” he screamed. “TELL ME WHY YOU’RE NOT HARD!”

Tom’s vision blurred and blood trickled into his eyes. Breathing deeply, he ran his tongue over his cracked lips. “Lo siento,” he muttered, willing his body to react to the man’s stimulation. “Quiero lefa… quiero lefa.” I’m sorry. I want to come… I want to come.

He now wished he had not snorted the last of his cocaine an hour before agreeing to have sex with the man who was still pounding his cock into his ass. He was exhausted and he had no sexual desire, his limp cock testament to that fact. Realizing that there was only one way to achieve an orgasm, he reached down and taking the man’s meaty hand in his, he placed it against his neck. Knowing that the man would not understand Spanish, he spoke in English. “Choke me,” he instructed quietly, twisting his head around to meet the man’s harsh gaze. “I’ll come if you choke me.”

The man stopped his thrusting and a sadistic grin formed on his lips. “Is that right?” he sneered. “You’re one of those gaspers are you?”

Bowing his head again, Tom nodded silently. A moment later, he felt the man’s hand grasp at the front of his throat. Relief flooded through him as the man applied gentle pressure and he felt his cock twitch. Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to relax and enjoy the sensation as the man began to thrust back into his body. “Oh sí,” he panted, his cock hardening as the man’s fingers tightened around his throat. “Me gusta… me gusta.” Callused fingers once again tugged at his cock and he felt his orgasm rising. His airway constricted and he started to gasp. “Oh Dios!” he managed to croak and his body trembled as he ejaculated over the man’s hand before slowly slipping into oblivion.

**

Deep in the sub consciousness of Tom’s mind, a voice resonated loudly. Groaning, his eyes fluttered open as the voice slowly pulled him back to reality. Struggling to a sitting position, his gaze gradually focused on the face of a stranger, a well-dressed man in his late forties. Naked and vulnerable, Tom immediately cupped his hands over his crotch. He tried to speak but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and all he could manage was a gurgling sound. His eyes flitted around the room and he started to panic when he saw two other men standing in the shadows. Returning his gaze to the first man, he eventually found his voice. “What do you want?” he asked quietly, rubbing a shaky hand nervously across his upper lip.

The stranger gave a cold smile. “We want you Hermoso Puto. Word on the street is, you’re the best fuck in town.”

Tom slowly shook his head. “No. I can’t… not now. I’m sick, I need—“

The stranger slapped Tom hard across the face, the force spinning his head to one side. A loud sob caught in his throat as the stranger grasped a handful of his hair and painfully pulled his face to within inches of his own. “I’m not asking whore, I’m telling.”

Real fear gripped Hanson’s heart and his body started to tremble. “Please,” he begged in a whisper. “I’m sick. I need a fix”

The stranger turned to his friends and laughed. “Fucking junkies. Always bitching and whining.”

The two men snorted with amusement. Turning his attention back to Tom, the man cocked his head on one side and gave him a piercing stare. After several minutes, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a baggie of heroin. He grinned when he saw Tom’s eyes light up with excitement. Putting the baggie back in his pocket, he placed a hand on Tom’s shoulder and exhaled heavily. “I’ll tell you what Puto. If you give all three of us what we want, I’ll give you the smack. Whatcha say, have we got a deal?”

Tears of fatigue filled Tom’s eyes. He desperately wanted the heroin but he did not know if he could face a further three violations to his abused body. However, the allure of the drug being within his reach was too much to resist. If he could just get through the next hour then everything would be blissfully forgotten once the junk hit his vein.

Managing a shaky smile, he nodded his head and as the man lifted him to his feet, his mind went back to El Salvador and he took on the persona of Hermoso Puto to help dull the pain.

**

When the last man withdrew from his body, Tom collapsed in a heap onto the cold cement floor. He could vaguely hear the men talking but the screaming in his head blocked out the actual words. Minutes passed before he became aware of the stranger’s presence beside him and opening his swollen eyes, he tried to focus on the man’s face. He could see the man’s lips moving but the words made no sense to his addled brain. A loud laugh echoed around the room and Tom felt something push into his hand. Closing his eyes, he heard the men walk away and his mind began to acknowledge the pain in his body. He had received a severe beating from the second man and his ribs throbbed painfully. Lifting his head, he felt blood trickle down his face. Wrapping an arm around his aching ribs, he struggled to a sitting position. Reaching up to wipe the blood from his eyes, he became aware of the package in his hand. His vision blurred and it took several moments to realize what he was holding. A small smile twitched his lips. The stranger had kept his promise and in his hand was a baggie of heroin.

He instantly forgot his pain and struggling to his feet, he staggered over to his discarded clothing. Dropping back to the floor, he searched through the pockets of his denim jacket and pulled out a rubber tourniquet, a small spoon, a red plastic lighter, a capped syringe, several cotton balls and a small plastic vial of water. Not bothering to dress, he tied the tourniquet below his left bicep and pulled it tight with his teeth. Next, he set about cooking up the heroin. With shaky hands, he placed some heroin onto the spoon and carefully put it on the floor. Pulling off the cap of the syringe with his teeth, he spat it onto the floor. He opened the small vial of water and taking the syringe in his right hand, he carefully withdrew some of the liquid. Holding the syringe between his teeth, he resealed the vial and tossed it onto the pile of clothes. Picking up the spoon, he took hold of the syringe and squirted the water into the spoon. It took several moments for his shaky hand to ignite the plastic lighter and he sighed with relief when the yellow flame finally flickered to life. Placing the flame under the spoon, he began to heat the solution, pausing occasionally to give it a stir with the end of the syringe plunger. Once satisfied that the heroin was completely dissolved, he wadded up a tiny piece of cotton ball and placed it into the brown liquid. Picking up the syringe, he poked the tip into the cotton and slowly pulled back the plunger, sucking the drug into the plastic cylinder. Discarding the spoon, he bent his arm and carefully inserted the needle into his vein. When he pressed down on the plunger, he felt instant gratification as the drug hit his system and a warm glow radiated through his body.

Moments later, he collapsed unconscious onto the floor.
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