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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 8.
He wanted time to stop, just freeze everything and everybody as they were; or maybe he wanted time to fast forward, jump ahead a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime. One or the other Dutch wasn�t sure which, on the one hand this next abomination would never take place, on the other hand it would be over with, finished and in the past. He wasn�t sure which he�d pick if he was given a choice, but one thing he knew for sure was that he didn�t want to be in the present, he didn�t want to have to experience the next moments of his life. A kick to his back, not hard enough to incapacitate him but enough to hurt, served as a reminder that time was passing relentlessly and he knew he couldn�t stall any longer. He wanted to say something to Vic, to apologize for what he was about to do to him, to beg for his forgiveness, Dutch wasn�t sure which, but he couldn�t. After all what could he say that would make this any easier, what could he say to vindicate himself? Besides he�d seen Vic�s face before when he�d glanced in his direction briefly when the first gunman had told him what was going to happen, when he�d told him what he was going to have to do. He�d looked cold and closed off, Dutch didn�t think Vic would be in the mood to accept his mumbled appeals for forgiveness. He probably felt enough contempt for him without adding to it. Then he felt another kick in his back, and an impatient,
"Come on we�re waiting!"
Taking a deep breath and trying very hard not to think about what he was actually doing Dutch reached out a trembling hand towards Vic�s boxer shorts. He could feel bile rising in his throat and swallowed the burning liquid back down; he wasn�t allowed to be sick that had been made perfectly clear. He watched as his hand slipped inside the pale blue material and touched Vic�s warm flesh. He felt Vic start and move back or at least try to move back, with the wall behind him he had nowhere to escape to. Then Dutch realised he wasn�t the only one trembling he could feel the tiny tremors which racked Vic�s body, anger or disgust or both Dutch wasn�t sure. Dutch felt his hand close over Vic�s penis and as gently as possible he pulled it free from Vic�s underwear. His mouth felt dry and tasted of bile, sweat ran down his forehead stinging as it entered his eyes and he tried to blink it away, his body hurt a deeply entrenched throbbing agony that seemed to be getting steadily worse. He didn�t think he could do this, before had been bad enough, but to do it to Vic. He knew it was useless but he couldn�t stop himself,
"Please don�t make me do this�please haven�t you done enough�just�not this."
The man behind him crouchown own hissing in his ear,
"You�ll blow him now or I�ll kill him and then you�last chance, your choice."
With no choice left and no time left Dutch tried to shut as much of his mind down as possible, he tried not to think, just act. He shut his eyes and leant forward, he heard the man behind him stand back up and move to the side, to get a better view he thought bitterly. Then he opened his mouth and took Vic inside. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Vic, and for a brief moment hoped that Vic wouldn�t puke on him, then he realised how stupid that was he should be more worried about Vic killing him after this was over. At least Vic was clean, unlike the first man, he smelt clean, tasted clean, that last thought making Dutch�s stomach roll with nausea. Too much thinking, just do don�t think about what you�re doing, he commanded himself, just get it over with. So he began to suck on the flaccid flesh in his mouth with no affect, accept to make Vic try to squirm away from him. He felt Vic jolt and guessed he�d been hit when he heard the second man snigger and say,
"Keep still man�just stand still and enjoy."
Then Dutch felt a wave of panic pass through him when he heard the first man say in an annoyed voice,
"Shit what�s wrong with you tough guy can�t you get it up or something�we haven�t got all fucking night get on with it�or didn�t my friend explain things to you huh?"
Dutch didn�t know what that last part meant guessing that it must refer to whatever it had been that the second man had been talking to Vic about earlier, but he did realise that if he couldn�t get Vic hard, if he couldn�t get him to cum then he�d have to watch as Vic was murdered. Making his mind up to do what ever it took to keep Vic alive and deal with the consequences afterwards Dutch paused for a few seconds and then began to move his tongue along the underside of Vic�s penis, rubbing it against the skin. Vic groaned slightly and Dutch could feel him begin to swell in his mouth, he knew that it was an automatic response to the stimulation his mouth was providing, he just hoped that Vic realised that to and wouldn�t blame himself for something he couldn�t control. Dutch wanted this over as quickly as possible, not only for himself but for Vic as well. So he tried to think back to the blowjobs he�d experienced in his life, he tried to think what had felt good for him and tried his best emulate that. As he sucked he began to move his head backwards and forwards flicking his tongue over the length of Vic�s penis. It had the desired affect Vic was soon erect in his mouth and Dutch could hear him trying to suppress his moans, and he could feel him trying to stop himself from moving his hips and thrusting into his mouth. Dutch tried to blank everything out, he didn�t want to think about what he was forcing on Vic, and he certainly didn�t want to consider the sick entertainment they were providing for their captors, although he could hear them laughing, making comments on his performance and Vic�s reactions.
"�see that boy�s a natural�I think tough guy�s in love�shit he didn�t blow me that good�go on man just fuck his mouth you know you want to�"
Ignoring them and concentrating only on what he had to do Dutch began to move his mouth over Vic�s erection faster trying to push him along, trying to get Vic to let go and just get the inevitable over with. He could feel it working Vic�s precum sour on his tongue, the small thrusts of his hips becoming more pronounced, his breathing getting faster, more erratic. Then he heard the first gunman speaking to Vic, the smirking tone he used evident in every word,
"Open your eyes�do it! That�s right now look down�look down and watch him suck you off."
Dutch knew the moment was here, he could feel Vic still and then he felt his cum flooding his mouth, not pausing to think about it he began to swallow, fighting to get each mouthful down his throat, and then it was done. He moved back gasping, trying desperately not to be sick, he could feel the vomit rise up into his throat and felt repulsed when he had to force himself to swallow it back down again. The gunmen were laughing; the first man addressed Vic again,
"Congratulations, now you�re one of us!"
Although he didn�t want to see Vic�s face, Dutch was confused and stole a glance up at him. His breath caught when he saw Vic standing pale and shaking, his eyes shut but unable to stop the tears that trailed down his cheeks. The sight of Vic Mackey crying completely took Dutch off guard, but before he could properly process what he saw a vicious kick to his side made his world explode into a sea of pain.
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