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A light misty rain fell from the night sky, soaking through Tom’s shirt and making him shiver. He was in search of love and he stood on the street corner, watching the cars drive past, each one splashing up a light spray of water from the wet tarmac. He had been back on the game for a month and in that time he had made a substantial amount of money that he kept hidden under the floorboards in his room in the boarding house, along with the baggie of cocaine he had scored from Thumper. The drugs were his security blanket, there if he needed them. However, so far, he had managed to control his cravings, getting what he hungered for from the men who violently abused his body and brought him to climax. He kept his therapy appointments with Doctor Moore and he had become adept at telling her what he thought she wanted to hear. To the outside world, he appeared to be coping well with his rehabilitation whilst in reality, he was slowly spiraling out of control.

A blue sedan slowed and pulled up at the curb. The door opened and a middle-aged man leaned over the passenger seat. “How much?” he asked.

Tom ran his fingers through his dripping hair. “Depends,” he smiled seductively. “What are you looking for?”

A slow wicked grin played over the man’s face. “How do you feel about bondage and rough sex?” he asked, eyeing Tom up and down hungrily.

Shoving his trembling hands into his pockets, Tom shrugged nonchalantly. “If you pay me enough, I’m up for anything. Except kissing on the lips, I don’t do that.”

The man laughed. “You’re a funny one. Hop in and we can talk.”

Tom climbed into the car and shut the door. The man reached over and squeezed Tom’s upper thigh, his hand lingering as he rubbed at the wet denim of Hanson’s jeans. “You’re a pretty one aren’t you,” he breathed in a low voice. “I want to tie you up and fuck you ‘til you scream.”

Turning to face the man, Tom smiled and held out his hand. “That’ll be a hundred and twenty bucks.”

Narrowing his eyes, the man gave Tom a hard look. “A little steep don’t you think?” he asked. “I’ve never paid more than seventy.”

Opening the car door, Tom started to get out but the man quickly stopped him. “Okay, okay, but I call the shots, agreed?”

Slamming the door closed, Tom turned back to face the man. “Agreed,” he replied softly. “But I have one request.”

“Being?” the man asked distrustfully.

“I want you to choke me ‘til I pass out,” Tom murmured, not quite able to meet the man’s eyes.

For a moment the man just stared at Tom and then he threw back his head a roared with laughter. “Fuck me, I’ve picked a right little freak haven’t I? Okay kid, whatever gets you off.”

Settling back in his seat, Tom watched the people outside scurrying to shelter from the winter rain as it turned from a light sprinkle to a torrential downpour. The man slowly pulled from the curb and drove a short distance down the road before stopping outside a cheap hotel. Parking the car, he waited until Tom had exited the vehicle before he got out and grabbing Hanson by the arm, he steered him into the shabby lobby. Whilst the man paid for a room, Tom shook his wet hair and undid the top button of his shirt, immediately revealing the bruising around his throat. The man motioned for Tom to follow him and he climbed the narrow staircase up to the fourth floor.

Unlocking the room, the man let Tom enter first and he closed the door behind them. Taking out his wallet, he pulled out two crisp fifty-dollar bills and a twenty. Handing them to Tom, he watched as Hanson shoved the notes in his pocket. “Strip,” he instructed, licking his lips in anticipation. When Tom stood naked in front of him, he walked over and traced a finger around the angry red mark circling Tom’s throat. “You really do like it rough, don’t you,” he muttered and without warning, he slammed his fist into Tom’s face.

Stumbling backwards, Tom crashed into the bedside cabinet and fell to the floor. Reaching down, the man grabbed a handful of Tom’s hair and dragged him across the room. Hanson yelled in pain and he held onto the man’s arm so that he did not pull his hair from his scalp. Throwing Tom across the room, the man stood over him and slowly pulled his belt free from his trousers. Covering his head with his arms, Tom felt the sting of the belt as it whipped across his naked skin. He cried out, curling into a ball in an effort to protect his genitals. The man thrashed frantically, the buckle tearing into Tom’s bare skin and making it bleed. After several minutes, the man’s arm slowed and he stared down at Tom’s quivering body. “Get up,” he snarled. “I’ve paid good money and I haven’t finished with you yet.”

Tom staggered to his feet and stared at the man defiantly. “You think that’s gonna break me?” he laughed. “You’ve no idea what I’ve been through. You’re a fucking amateur.”

The man backhanded Tom viciously across the face and he felt his lip split and blood trickle from his nose. Swiping at the flowing fluid with the back of his hand, Tom grinned manically. “I thought you liked it rough,” he goaded. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Reaching into his coat pocket, the man pulled out two pieces of rope. “So you’re a tough guy huh? Let’s see how tough you are when you’re tied to the bed and you can’t escape.”

Tom held out his wrists. “Do your worst,” he murmured. “You’re forgetting, I like it rough too.”

With a growl, the man threw Tom onto the bed and tied his wrists to the bedposts. Hanson felt the rope biting into his flesh and he began to become aroused. The man stared down at him is surprise. “You really are one fucked up little freak,” he muttered in disbelief.

Tom grinned through blood stained teeth. “You promised you’d make me scream,” he provoked. “I’m still waiting.”

“Oh I’ll make you scream,” the man replied menacingly as he began to undress slowly. “And when I’ve finished with you, you’ll wish you’d kept your smart mouth shut.”

“Bring it on,” Tom whispered, his eyes never leaving the man’s face. He knew he was about to enter a world of pain but he did not care. Pain was good, it meant he could still feel. When he stopped feeling the pain that was when he knew he was in trouble.

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As he slowly regained consciousness, Tom groaned in pain. Forcing his eyes open, he rolled onto his side and stared at the empty room. The ropes that had tethered him remained around his wrists but he was no longer bound to the bedpost. His fingers were too numb to pick at the knots so he chewed at the rope with his teeth and after several minutes, he eventually managed to untie himself. Rubbing at the rope burns, the feeling in his hands slowly started to return. He struggled to a sitting position, moaning softly as pain flared through his body. Angry red welts covered his torso and legs from the beating with the belt and dried blood caked his body. He tenderly probed his neck with his fingers and he winced in pain as he touched the swollen, bruised flesh. His fingers traveled over his face and he gingerly touched the swelling around his left eye before he checked over the rest of his body. He had taken a hell of a beating but he did not appear to have any broken bones or major injuries. In time, he would heal and he would be ready to subject himself to it all over again.

Standing up on trembling legs, he used the wall for support. His anus throbbed from the violent fisting the man had subjected him to and he could see that he had bled heavily. Taking small steps, he slowly stumbled over to the hand basin on the other side of the room. Clutching the small ceramic sink, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror hanging above. Blood covered his face and stained his teeth and he was shocked at the extent of the damage. A wave of nausea washed over him and leaning forward, he vomited blood and bile into the basin. Turning on the faucet, he carefully washed his face and mouth, watching in fascination as the bloody water swirled around the sink and down the drain. When the water finally ran clear, he turned off the faucet and studied himself in the mirror. He still looked a mess but it was an improvement. Staggering back over to the bed, he sat down heavily as another bout of dizziness hit him. When it had passed, he gathered up his clothing and slowly dressed himself.

Carefully buttoning up the top button of his shirt, he pulled up the collar in an effort to hide the bruising around his throat. Walking back to mirror, he closely studied his reflection. It was the most severe beating he had taken since entering back into a life of prostitution and he would need to come up with a story to explain his appearance to the Turners. Up until now, he had been able to hide the bruising on his body because his face had remained untouched. But looking at himself in the mirror, Tom knew that questions would be asked. His face was a mass of bruises and one eye was almost swollen shut, his lower lip was split and puffy and there was a large gash on his forehead.

Sighing heavily, he decided that the only convincing lie would be to say a mugger had attacked him. He doubted they would challenge his story, muggings were a common occurrence in the city. All he could hope was that they did not take him to the police station to report it. Not that it would really matter, he had become very skilled at lying and he was sure he could fool the police into believing his story. After all, he had been a police officer once upon a time and he knew exactly what kind of questions they would ask.

Brushing his hair forward to hide the worst of his injuries, Tom took one last look in the mirror and exited the room.

**

Throwing back his head, Dennis cried out in pleasure as his orgasm hit hard. He collapsed on top of George and kissed him passionately as his body shuddered out its release. They had only recently entered into a sexual relationship and they were still getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes. For Dennis, it was his favorite part of a new relationship, he loved exploring his partner's body and getting to know what turned them on. George had proven to be an adventurous and enthusiastic lover, happy to bottom which suited Dennis just fine. He had always preferred to be the dominant one when it came to sex, he enjoyed seeing his lovers squirming beneath him, their face contorted in pleasure whilst he brought them to climax.

Breaking the kiss, Dennis smiled down at George and gently brushed his sweaty hair from his brow. “That was amazing,” he breathed, gazing deep into his lover’s eyes.

George grinned back. “You’re telling me,” he panted. “If this is what life with you is like, I’m never leaving.”

Rolling onto his back, Dennis lay with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Seeing his melancholy expression, George snuggled in close and resting his chin on Dennis’ smooth chest, he gazed up at his lover’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. “Is it something I said?”

Placing an arm around George, Dennis squeezed him tight and kissed him on top of the head. “Of course not,” he replied tenderly. “I just had a funny feeling, you know, a shiver down my spine like something’s wrong.”

Looking down, George saw that the hairs on Dennis’ arms were standing on end. Smiling he lifted his head and pressed his lips against Dennis’. “Maybe it’s me that’s giving you shivers,” he murmured playfully.

Dennis smiled. “Maybe,” he replied softly. But as he gently ran his fingers through George’s dark hair, he could not help but worry. The feeling of foreboding was too strong to ignore and his mind instantly turned to Tom. Something was wrong and even though he had made the decision to cut Tom out of his life, he could not sit back and do nothing if his friend was in trouble. He was a private detective after all, he could find him in a matter of hours if he really wanted to.

Closing his eyes, he made a plan. He would not tell George, there was really no reason for him to know. He would find Tom, reassure himself that he was okay and continue with his life. End of story.

But there was a nagging doubt in his brain. What if he found Tom and he was not okay, then what? Sighing heavily, Dennis quickly pushed the thought away and tried to relax. Tom had been on his own for five months and he had told Dennis the last time they’d spoken how much better he was doing since he was living on his own and seeing a new therapist. Dennis was sure there was nothing to worry about but he just needed to make sure.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled George into his arms and held him close. His life was good, the best it had been in years. He was in love with a wonderful man who loved him in return. Tom was his past, George was his future, and nothing could change that. Not now, not ever.

This was his life and he could not be happier.
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