I darted into the alleyway and through a door into an old abandoned building. These sorts of buildings were present in every city, evidence of some long lost business. This one was like any other- brick, very old and very large, and extremely dirty and run down.
I was not alone in the building. I knew it as soon as I stepped inside. I could hear voices and shuffling. I darted behind a stack of crates nearby and froze- waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dim room. I listened, trying to make out what the voices were saying.
Men. More than two and it sounded like they had some poor soul cornered and were tormenting them.
I moved slowly and quietly in the direction of the voices careful not to make any noise. I found them easily. There were three of them. Large. Bullies. And their victim was the most beautiful boy.
I scooted closer and hid behind another stack of crates and boxes, crouching down so I would not be seen. The boy was so pretty. I hoped that they would not kill him. It would be a shame if they did since I wanted to a chance to play with him.
One grabbed his hair roughly, pulling his head back. The boy whimpered.
"Pretty boy." The one holding his hair said. , "I bet you have a tight ass, bitch boy"
"P…please… " the boy begged.
He looked young. Too young. I wondered how he had ended up here. But then I knew the streets were full of boys younger than this one was. He had dark hair. Long, Hung in his eyes. He was beautiful. And his vulnerable position made him even more beautiful to me.
I wanted him then. I wanted to be the one to rape him. I wanted to torment him. I knew then I would not let them kill him. But I would let them have their fun with him. For a time anyway. As long as it made me wet, they could have fun with him.
They bound his hands behind his back and pushed him to his knees. One struck him in the face and the boy started crying. Begging. Hurt. I was very wet already.
The one that had struck him pulled his cock out and pressed the tip to the boy’s lips. The boy tried to turn his head. But the man grabbed his hair and laughed.
"Suck it, bitch." He said
The boy opened his mouth then gagged as the man shoved his cock down the boy’s throat, roughly.
"You will suck it like a whore because that is what you are."
"Heey- " one of the other men protested, "What about us. I want a piece too." He patted the top of a wooden box that was about the right height. "Put him here then we can all have some fun with him."
What I guessed was the leader nodded and pulled his cock out of the boy’s mouth. The boy coughed and swallowed working his jaw. Then the lead man pulled the poor boy over to the box. He then lifted the boy and roughly threw him in place on the box. Pretty boy groaned when he landed then began to protest a bit as the other two began cutting the his pants off.
"Better be still," the man with the knife said, "would hate to *cut* you…" Then he laughed and the boy trembled.
Abruptly the leader slapped the boy again then grabbed his hair and shoved his cock in the boy’s mouth again.
"Suck it" he ordered. The boy choked then submitted to the invasion. He closed his eyes as the lead guy fucked his mouth.
One of the other men spread the boys legs and spit on his asshole. Then the guy rubbed spit on his own cock. Lubed with spit, the guy pushed his cock into the boy’s ass.
The boy cried out- gagged with the leaders cock, the cry of pain was muffled beautifully. I could see the boys hands, bound behind his back, working franticly to be free.
All of the men laughed at his struggles and suffering.
Tears ran down the boys face. He hurt. The boy was the perfect picture of suffering. And I was so wet from watching it. I reached down and slid a hand into my panties, fingering my clit as I watched them rape the poor boy.
The third guy stroked his cock and watched the rape.
It was too dark to see many details. I wished that I could see the guys cock driving in and out of the boy’s ass. But I could hear the sounds of suffering the boy made. Whimpers, cries of pain and desperation. All muffled beautifully by the cock raping his mouth.
I came quickly. Careful to be quiet. The I pulled my hand out of my panties then slid my finger into my mouth, tasting my juices. Then I sobered up and got ready to fight if I needed to keep these guys from killing this beautiful creature. The leader came suddenly, groaning in pleasure and shoving deep into the boy’s throat. The boy was forced to swallow.
When the leader pulled out of the poor boys mouth the boy swallowed again and worked his sore jaw. He didn’t have much time to recover though before the third man shoved his cock down the boy’s throat. The man raping the boy’s ass slowed then stopped with his cock half in the boy. He was close to coming and was holding back.
"Fuck him harder." The leader said, "Hurt him."
The man holding back thrust in suddenly, roughly and the boy cried out. A few more violent thrusts and the man came, shoving his cock deep into the boy.
"Suck it bitch." The third man taunted the boy, " you can do better than that." His fist was in the boy’s hair.
"here this will help." The leader said, taking off his heavy leather belt. He doubled it and struck the boys bare ass.
The boy cried out. The men laughed, enjoying the new torment. The one raping the boy’s mouth came and slid out.
The boy cried out loudly then as the belt landed on his sore ass. The man that had most recently raped his mouth picked up the remains of the boys clothing, grabbed his hair and shoved his face into the cloth on the top of the box. All of the men laughed at the boys muffled cries of pain.
"Oh- I almost forgot," one of them said, "Here...." He pulled something out of his pants pocket and tossed it on the boys back. It looked like a crumpled bill. The other two looked at the bill then they all started laughing.
Then they left, leaving the poor boy bound, naked and helpless.
I waited until I knew they were gone. Then I moved to the boy. He was sobbing softly as I approached. I don’t think he knew I was there. He squirmed a bit and the bill rolled off his back and bounced on the floor.
I moved closer and picked up the bill and straightened it out. It was a dollar. I smiled then looked at the boy again.
He was struggling to see me but he couldn't. I made sure I was just out of his line of sight although he did catch glimpses over his shoulder as he strained to see. His bangs hung in his face, further obscuring his view.
I reached out and touched him then, stroking him.
He jumped and cried out when I touched him.
"Shhhh." I soothed him, petting his hair.
Then suddenly I grabbed his hair, twisting it, hurting him.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." He said softly, expressing his discomfort. I pulled his head up roughly. He whimpered.
"You be quiet. Got it?" I told him.
He looked at me through strands of hair. He bit his lip trying to be quiet as I twisted his hair again. I wanted to hurt him. Tears ran down his face and he tried to hold back a sob.
"You are pretty." I told him. "I want you." I paused. He swallowed, not sure of what I would do to him.
"You are lucky they left you alive."
I leaned closer so my face was next to his ear and whispered, "Now If you don’t please me, I WILL kill you."
He looked at me, afraid again. I punctuated my statement with a tug on his hair which forced a whimper out of him.
"The good news is I won’t let you be raped like this- well not exactly like this." I paused smiling. He whimpered in fear then, waiting for the bad news. "And the bad news is I can be far more sadistic than they were." You WILL suffer for me."
"Please… Oh please…." The boy whispered softly, whimpering. "Let me go..."
I pulled him up by the hair and handed him the remains of his pants. I tied the tattered pants around his waist- covering him. Well sort of…..
I left his hands bound behind him and pushed him toward the door. I led him out of the building, to hail a cab.