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Trespass	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass � Chapter 3.
Dutch stared at Vic, frozen he stood like a deer caught in the head lights, his face draining of colour as the enormity of the gunman�s words sunk in. Tearing his gaze away from Vic�s as the gunman repeated his order for him to strip he turned to the man,
"Your joking right�I mean�I mean you can�t be serious?" He managed to stammer out.
"Oh we�re perfectly serious. Now I�m not a patient man so you�d better start concentrating and doing as you�re told or your friend over there is going to have a pretty short life span." He was told. "Strip!"
Dutch realised to his horror that they were indeed serious and glancing at the man who held a gun on Vic he was sure he saw his trigger finger twitch. Finding his voice he said,
"Alright, alright just�can you take the gun away from his head. God what if it goes off by accident or something�please just don�t point it at him ok?"
"Fine." The man by Dutch said nodding to his partner who lowered his gun letting Vic lower his head from the uncomfortable angle it had been held at. "But keep the gun on him, I don�t trust him not to try and be a hero." He added, eliciting a chuckle from his friend.
He turned back to Dutch and stood there looking at him expectantly, slowly and reluctantly Dutch reached down taking hold of the bottom of his tee shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He stood for a moment with it in his hands, not sure what to do with it, wishing he could disappear, melt through the floor anything just escape from here, from now, then he thought of Vic and felt guilty for his selfishness he wasn�t alone in this ordeal. Dropping the tee shirt to the floor in front of him Dutch took a steadying breath and prepared to push his jogging bottoms down his legs. He looked at the man in front of him wishing he could smack that self-satisfied smirk from his face. Dropping his eyes to the floor Dutch pushed the jogging bottoms down, glad that he had worn a pair of boxer shorts underneath. Once he�d stepped out of the material pooled at his feet he kept hold of it and held it in front of himself like a shield.
"All of it." The man told him.
Dutch looked him in the eye,
"Don�t." Was all he asked.
The gunman cocked his head to the side and smiled at him,
"Now." He replied in a laughing tone.
He dropped the jogging bottoms to the floor to join the discarded tee shirt and he bit his bottom lip in nervousness as he pushed his shorts down. Straightening up and stepping out of them he could feel his face burning in humiliation, his hands automatically went to his crotch, covering his genitals. The man in front of him laughed at him and said,
"Put your hands on your head so I can get a proper look at you."
It was Vic who spoke then,
"Oh Christ stop it, leave him alone. Just take the money and go, look I�ve got a couple of hundred bucks back in the other room, just take that and leave."
"Money, money, money is that all you two think about. Some things are more important than money, and much more fun." The leader of the two men told him in a fake disapproving tone. "Now put your hands on your head, you know what�ll happen if you don�t." He then told Dutch.
Dutch dropped his gaze to the floor as he complied, he could feel himself blushing, and somehow that just added to his embarrassment. He was mortified when he realised the man by him was walking slowly around him inspecting him like a piece of meat.
"Nice, a bit skinny, but nice." The man murmured.
Dutch felt himself go even redder when he heard this, although he hadn�t thought that was possible.
"Oh look doesn�t he blush nicely." The man said and his partner laughed. "Shy are you hmm?" He asked as he stood behind Dutch and he leaned in close to him.
Dutch started, a small cry of surprise escaping from him as the man touched him, lightly brushing his fingertips across his shoulders, Dutch shivered as the touch left him. The man moved around to stand in front of Dutch and he placed one finger under his chin applying pressure and said,
"Look up, look at me."
Reluctantly Dutch obeyed and found himself looking into the other man�s blue eyes. The man was about an inch taller than Dutch, but with a bigger more muscular build. The man just stared at him, completely focused on him, it was as if Vic and the other man had ceased to exist, Dutch found it unnerving and dropped his eyes again.
"You can put your hands down now." He told Dutch. "But keep them at your side." He quickly added when he saw that Dutch was going to cover himself again.
Dutch could feel his heart thudding in his chest, a roaring filled his ears as the moment seemed to stretch on and on, in the end he almost asked the man to do or say something, that moment of anticipation excruciating. The moment was broken by the man�s voice calmly telling him,
"Reach out, undo my zipper and pull out my dick."
Dutch�s eyes flicked back up to the man�s face, trying to gauge if he was serious, the determined look in his eyes told him he was. Dutch felt his mouth go dry with fear as he hesitated, he knew that once he complied events would be set into motion that he couldn�t control, events that he wasn�t sure he�d survive. Seeing his hesitation the man said,
"If you don�t you know what�s going to happen. You�re going to get fucked either way, but this way if you cooperate you can at least save your friend�s life. Do you really want his death on your conscience?"
Dutch heard Vic�s voice then, barely controlled anger evident in every syllable,
"Oh, fuck�yastaastard."
Dutch wanted to look at him, he wanted to look in Vic�s eyes, for what he wasn�t sure, strength, forgiveness; there was one thing he was sure of though, that when this was over if they both survived he�d never be able to look Vic in the eye again, he�d be too ashamed. His hand was shaking as he reached out, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. The sound of the zipper being pulled down was deafening to Dutch�s ears, competing with the frantic thudding of his heartbeat. He reached slowly inside, his fingertips brushing against the cotton of oth other man�s underwear as he found the opening at the front of his shorts. Dutch had to swallow down bile as it rose in his throat as his fingers touched the burning heat of the man�s skin. The man didn�t react at all he didn�t move, just stood completely still in front of Dutch watching his face, watching the cavalcade of emotions as they tumbled by one after another, shame, fear, disgust, uncertainty. Dutch tentatively gripped the other man�s semi-erect penis, pulling it free from his trousers, his gaze shifting to the side, not wanting to see it, not wanting to see his hand touching it. Not sure what he was supposed to do he stayed like that, his hand still trembling.
"Good, see that wasn�t so hard now was it?" The man spoke again. "Now get on your knees."
Dutch pulled his hand away, his mind in a whirl as the implication of what was going to happen next hung heavy in the air. He could feel the sting of tears in his eyes, he felt weak but he couldn�t stop himself from looking back up at the man and asking,
"Please don�t�don�t do this�don�t make me do this�I�I don�t want to."
It sounded pathetic even to his ears, but it just spilled from his lips. The man smiled at him again and said,
"That�s the whole point, haven�t you realised that yet. Now do as I say."
Knowing he had no choice, Dutch dropped to his knees in front of the man feeling everything he held dear about his life, about himself slipping away from him, about to be lost forever.
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