testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-02-20 19:47:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: This Time
Written By: vamphile
Timeline: 310
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Classicly Themed Hurt/Comfort
Justin’s POV
I leave Babylon, leave him at Babylon. I’ve got a project to work on. He knows what I’m doing but he’s not stopping me. I know he agrees, at least politically. The rest, well, that’s just business and far be it from me to stand in the way of Brian and business. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up what I believe in. I believe in our right to fuck where we want. I believe that Stockwell is a homophobic prick. I don’t know if these posters will make an impact. I think they will.
It’s cold, and I’ve already covered most of Liberty Avenue. I’m moved further from the main thoroughfares. I duck into an alley. I’ve ducked into this alley a lot since I met Brian. The brick is cold. It’s darker than I’d like but I want this entire building gift wrapped in anti-Stockwell art.
I move to put a second poster up next to the first and someone grabs my wrist. I turn to look. Fuck.
“Little faggot.”
“Fuck off. I’m not breaking any laws.” I’m not entirely sure that’s true but hey, I doubt this guy would know.
“Laws of nature. Freak.”
A cold trickle of sweat starts. I’m freezing, how the hell can I be sweating? I try to twist my wrist out of his grasp. He’s strong.
He pushes me backwards and I let out a breath of relief. Scared, sure, but he can back the fuck off now… except…
I take a step away from him and back into something, someone else. He’s got his arms around my chest. Holding my arms helplessly at my sides. I’ve dropped my brush. I want it back. I could use it as a weapon… I could… what? I could get glue on his face. I struggle harder, and as the first guy comes towards me, I kick. He laughs as he catches my leg and puts pressure onto my ankle with his thumb. I want to cry out. This fucking hurts.
He and his friend take a step away from each other and now I’m not touching the ground. I try to kick out with my other foot but someone catches that leg too. I scream. I’m scared, but that’s not why I’m yelling. Three guys. I need help. I can’t take them alone.
They laugh again and literally drop me to the ground. I feel my head thunk against the asphalt. I feel the wet, cold water seep through my jeans and jacket. I move quickly to turn, get to my feet, run. Not quickly enough. I’m on my knees about to stand up when one of them plasters me back to the ground. My face pushed hard against the same asphalt my head just recently became acquainted with.
They’re throwing the words faggot and abomination around. They’re talking about showing me what it’s like to be fucked by a real man. I’m not going to panic.
I’m panicking.
I flail out. Kicking, moving my arms, but they hold me down. Rough hands at my waistband pulling at my jeans. I’m screaming. They’re laughing. I try to move but one guy is sitting on the backs of my legs. There’s another one straddling my back, one arm twisted behind me. A third is somewhere around, talking, egging them on, encouraging them.
I gather my strength and as I push against the weight of the two men sitting on top of me a hand snakes around and covers my mouth and nose. There’s a foot in front of my face and I close my eyes. I know from experience, if you’re about to get your skull bashed, it’s better if you don’t see it. He doesn’t kick me but the rough rubber sole of his shoe is pressing on my temple, pushing my face further into the puddle. I can’t breathe. When I try to inhale I get water in my lungs and as I’m coughing, I feel cold air on my ass.
I want to pass out. I don’t want this. I don’t want to remember this. That’s something else I’ve learned from experience. It’s better if the memories aren’t there.
I feel one of them push my legs further apart. A rough hand is pulling at my dick and there’s nothing that could make me hard right now. He’s laughing. I try one more time to scream and hear it as a muffled whimper. I’m going to kill these motherfuckers if they don’t kill me. I swear it.
The one on my chest presses down harder and all the air is pushed out of my body. I brace myself as I feel the pressure release a little on my legs.