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“What is wrong with you?” he screamed.

He received a clip on the back of his head in reply.

“Shut him up, Joe. I'll get his legs.”

Jared tried to rise but found his ankles held fast and his legs pulled out from underneath him. A cloth of some sort was crammed into his mouth and his arms pinned. The two men began to drag him towards the alley. He struggled to no avail. He hit the side of a dumpster with a head ringing clang.

“Be quiet and do what you're told, and you'll be fine. Got it?”

Jared nodded through tears. Why had no one seen what was happening? Maybe they had and someone was telling the bouncers. He prayed they'd come soon. Joe grabbed his hair tightly with one hand, putting pressure on the top of his head to hold him in place. Hemmed in by the two men, he saw no escape. Tears began to leak from his eyes.

It was supposed to be a good day.

Joe yanked out the gag. Jared swallowed, trying desperately to wet his mouth. He saw the gag appeared to have been a blue checkered bandana. Jared flinched as he heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper sliding.

Oh God. No, please no.

Jared surged forward in desperation.

A meaty hand back handed him across the mouth, knocking him back. His bottom lip stung where a ring on Chris' finger split it.

“What did I tell you, huh? Just do as you're told and you'll be all right.” Chris grasped Jared's jaw tightly, digging in his fingers and applying downward pressure. “Now open wide, fag boy, and don't you dare bite me.”

Jared felt an overwhelming urge to vomit.

This can't be happening. Please, God. Let there be someone who saw them attack me. Please let there be a camera back here. Let there be a security camera and somebody watching.

“I said to open your fucking mouth!” Chris hissed, digging his fingers in deeper. Jared gasped in pain. Two thick fingers jammed their way in between his teeth, hooking behind his bottom teeth. His jaw was brutally pulled open. He felt his bottom pull further apart, warmth spilling down onto his chin. Hot tears coursed fast and furious from his eyes.

“Keep it open. You bite me, I'll fucking snap your neck.” Chris removed his fingers from Jared's mouth, keeping a firm grip on his jaw with the other. Chris's dick rubbed along Jared's cheek, tracing the trail of tears that streaked down.

“Poor baby. Not quite how you thought you'd get fucked tonight, huh? You know you want it though. You're a real good little cocksucker, aren't you?”

Jared could smell the scent of soap, musk and an undercurrent of sweat. He could feel a sticky moisture smear across his cheek as Chris dragged it back up to the middle of his cheek and then sideways towards the corner of his mouth. He felt the spongy head tug the corner of his mouth and whimpered as Chris slid it in. It bumped the back of his throat and he gagged.

“Throw up and I'll make you wish you were dead.”

Jared whimpered again as Chris eased up slightly before thrusting again. “Oh yeah, like that, baby. Suck it, bitch. Let me hear those sounds. Feels so good on my dick.”

Jared obediently hollowed his cheeks.

Just gotta do as they say and either someone will come or they'll finish. I'll be okay. Don't touch with the teeth.

Jared blanked out everything. He only existed as a mouth, concentrating on the mechanics of what he was doing and nothing more. His jaw ached, made worse by the pressure of the fingers on his jaw. He didn't even register sound anymore, neither his own whimpering tears nor the excited filth spewing from his supposed new friend's mouth. The dick pistoning in and out of his mouth began thrusting harder and faster, requiring more concentration in order to not suffocate, until at last one savage thrust not only blocked his nose, but filled his throat with bitter, salty fluid. The dick began to soften and pulled out even as he struggled not to choke.

His jaw was forcibly slammed shut and his nostrils pinched shut. He flailed his arms wildly, only to have his head let go and his arms pinned. He swallowed in a reflexive action. The hand holding his mouth closed let go, as did the hand pinching his nostrils. He opened his mouth, dragging air into his screaming lungs. He returned to awareness as he felt rough hands petting his hair. “Good boy. Knew you were a good little cocksucker.”

Jared shuddered, blinking as he focused his eyes. It was Chris speaking, but it was Joe standing over him now, petting his hair. The gesture was strangely affectionate but his eyes were gimlets.

“Yeah, see his prick, you little cock slut?” Jared's eyes slid to Joe's other's hand. He opened his mouth obediently, hating himself as he did so. He made sure to take a deep breath.

“Just like that. Keep your mouth open. Such a dirty little bastard.”

Joe stroked himself but rather than bring it closer to Jared's mouth, he took aim. Jared's eyes widened as he realized what Joe was about to do. He screwed his eyes shut, hoping to avoid it hitting him in his eyes. He smelled it before he felt it. The warm scent of ammonia was followed a split second later by the feeling of warm wetness. He involuntarily clamped his mouth shut, only to feel the stream stop and he cracked his eyes open just in time to see the hand that swooped down to smack him in the mouth again.

“Open,” Joe ordered.

“And keep it open,” Chris added. Jared slid his eyes sideways to look at him. Chris' prick was now hard again, and he stroked it almost idly. Jared moaned piteously once more. “Come on, you've been such a good boy so far. Open back up. Don't make us have to help you.” Chris sighed dramatically and reached out with one hand as if to grasp Jared's stinging jaw.