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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 7.
At least it was over, Dutch could hear the two men laughing comparing notes on how it had been to rape him, he shut them out not wanting to listen to them describing that, describing him, he tried to pretend they were talking about a stranger. Of course in a way they were because he suddenly wasn�t sure who he was any more, before this night he had thought he was certain of who he was. He might not always have liked what he�d seen, wanting to be different, to be more confident, to get along with people more easily, but he�d known who he was, now he felt as though everything he knew about himself had been turned on it�s head. If anyone had asked him just a few short hours ago if he�d let two men have sex with him, rape him, he�d have been insulted that they�d asked the question. His denial would have been emphatic, but here he was lying on his bed with two different men�s semen running out of him after he�d just lain there and let them take him. Intellectually he knew he�d had no choice, that Vic�s life had been on the line, that that life was more important than his honour, his dignity, but it didn�t really help. He felt disgusted with himself, he felt like a coward, he felt dirty, he felt broken. The only thing he could console himself with was that one thought; at least it was over. Now the men would leave, after all they�d played their game and he�d played by their rules, and they�d told him and Vic that when they�d gotten what they�d wanted they�d leave. Well he�d given them what they�d wanted so nowwas was over and all that was left was for him to try and pull himself together, try to piece his life back together again.
Dutch had been so caught up in his own thoughts that when a hand touched his arm he�d nearly jumped out of his own skin. Turning panicked eyes towards the owner of that hand he found himself face to face with his first rapist, the man�s amused eyes staring into his, that smug grin still on his face. Dutch felt fear surge through him, God what if they�d lied, what if they were going to do that to him again? He tried to pull away, wincing as pain shot through him,
"No, no�d�don�t touch me�leave me alone." He begged tears welling up in his eyes, "no more please�just leave me alone."
"Aw baby, don�t you want to play anymore huh�and I thought we�d had so much fun together." The man smirked, pressing himself down on Dutch. "I�m hurt you know�I thought we had something special�what with me being your first and all."
Dutch looked up at him and said,
"Please don�t."
Even though he knew it would do him no good, because he was trapped. When he�d agreed to play by their rules he�d trapped himself, left himself with no escape and now he�d have to pay for that, he�d have to play their game by their rules until they decided it was over.
"Don�t be like that now," The man told him, "I�ve got something special for you, a surprise."
He moved back from Dutch his hand still grasping his arm he pulled him forward and off the bed. Dutch slid off onto the floor, trying to ignore the pain in his lower body that the movement caused, the man crouched down next to him, leaning into him, and Dutch could feel the man�s body heat on his chilled flesh and shivered. Dutch looked for Vic; he needed to know that he was still all right, that he was still safe. The second man was guarding him and he�d been moved, he was standing again, his hands still tied behind his back. He was standing against the wall where Dutch had been made to stand earlier, he wasn�t looking at Dutch, but Dutch frowned to see blood on his face and on the front of his tee shirt. It was hard to see from here but it looked as if Vic had been hit in the face, his nose bloodied, his lip cut open and swollen. Dutch wondered when that had happened and how he hadn�t realised, then he shuddered and knew that he�d probably been otherwise occupied at the time. The second gunman by Vic was talking to him, Dutch couldn�t hear what was being said but from the look on Vic�s face it couldn�t be good. Vic�s face was pale, his lips drawn into a tight, hard line his whole body taut, vibrant with tension. A warm breath caressed Dutch�s ear as the man by him leaned in close, his lips brushing against Dutch�s outer ear as he spoke so quietly Dutch had to strain over the sound of his own thudding heartbeat to hear what he was saying,
"You see we�ve not finished the game yet, �cause I like to play fair and we�ve not done that. I�ve gotten to play, and my friend he�s gotten to play and you�well you�ve certainly gotten to play, but see the tough guy over there he�s not gotten to play and that just ain�t fair."
Dutch stared at Vic wondering where this was going, what was that sick mind going to come up with now? Were they going to make him watch while they attacked Vic? That thought made Dutch feel ill, Jesus was this nightmare ever going to end he thought. He was ashamed at the faltering he heard in his voice when he asked the man,
"What do you mean�what are you going to do? God�God haven�t you done enough?"
"A person would think you didn�t have any fun tonight," The man taunted Dutch, "cause you know I had fun and I�m sure my friend enjoyed himself�now it�s time for tough guy there to have some fun. I was talking with him before you know, while you were entertaining my friend. I was telling him all about you, how great it felt fucking you, how good it was to feel you struggling under me and do you know what I think he got turned on. He looks like the kind of guy who likes to take what he wants�huh what do you think?"
"No!" Dutch�s voice, his denial of the twisted words he�d heard, sounded loud in the room and he caught a glimpse of Vic�s face as he glanced quickly in his direction. Dutch shuddered at the expression on Vic�s face; it was cold, stony, closed down.
"Oh yeah I�m afraid so, see you have to one one more time before the game�s finished. You�re going to go over to your friend there, you�re going to get on your knees and your going to suck his cock like a good boy." The man whispered into Dutch�s ear. He tried to turn his face away, squeezing his eyes shut trying to blot out the hated, sick words but the man grabbed his chin in a painfully tight grip, refusing to let Dutch turn away. "You�re going to do a good job to, you�re going to do such a good job you�ll make him cum in your mouth, and when he does you�re going to swallow every drop he gives you, and you�ll keep it down�no throwing up. If you don�t make him cum, if you don�t keep it down I�ll make you watch while I blow his fucking head off�do you understand me?"
"Not this�don�t do this�please don�t." Dutch sobbed.
The grip on his chin tightened even more, Dutch was sure he could actually feel the finger tip bruises that would be left there forming on his skin.
"Fucking shut up you whining bitch," The man hissed at him. "You�ll do what you�re fucking well told�now get over there and get on with it!"
Releasing Dutch�s chin the man grabbed onto his hair and with his other hand on his arm he dragged Dutch over to where Vic was standing, dumping him in a heap at Vic�s feet. When he didn�t move the man drew back his foot and kicked him in the ribs,
"Get on with it, come on!"
Slowly, reluctantly Dutch pulled himself up onto his knees, his eyes clenched shut, sure that Vic must already hate him for what he�d done, what he�d become, God knows he hated himself, but this would be too much. Jesus if he forced Vic to dis Dis Dutch was sure he�d kill him, after this was over Vic would put a bullet into him, and to be honest Dutch wasn�t sure if he�d try to stop him, if he�d blame him if he did. Knowing that he�d trapped himself into this situation, that he only had himself to blame, and that he couldn�t sink any lower Dutch took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
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