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GRENCIA MARS ELIJAH GUO ECKNER
Sipping his drink, Gren felt eyes boring against his back. He cringed and gripped the glass with both hands, the knuckles of his fingers whitening. Oh, no, not again.
He felt someone sit next to him at the barstool, and did not glance at them. He could only imagine what they wanted.
"Hey, sweet cheeks. You look lonely," came the gruff voice next to him.
"No, not at all," Gren replied and sipped his drink, drumming his delicate manicured fingers against the bar.
"Looks like you want some sugar, hey baby?" The man reached an arm around Gren. Gren pushed him away. He was small, but he was strong.
"I've heard about you. Gren, right? Yeah. A friend of mine said you were real easy. So, wanna fuck?"
Gren's nostrils widened in fury, but he coached himself to stay calm.
"You're not going to play hard to get now, are you? Come on, baby -" the man reached in to pull him close, but Gren brushed his arm across the bar, knocking his and the man's drinks into the man's lap. The man stood, furious, revealing his true immensity. He must have been a good 6'5", and two-hundred and sixty pounds at the least. Every bit of him was hard and muscular.
Gren merely got up and walked out.
He was surprised, however, that the big man did not follow him. He was relieved, nonetheless. As he continued home, it seemed that the silence was too thick for the neighborhood, especially for an early 3:00 am.
As he turned a corner, he was pulled back by a mammoth arm, one around his arms and torso and the other covering his mouth. He struggled against the huge arms, confident that, despite his small size, his strength would hold up. He had no chance.
He was pinned against the wall of an alley, in the shadows. He continued to struggle and looked up. The man at the bar. He knew he had given up too easily; now the man wanted payment.
"Hey, sweet cheeks," the man growled. Gren fought against the hardness of the big man, but to no avail. The man wouldn't budge in the slightest. Gren fought harder, trying to bite, kick at his crotch, feeling utterly degraded and helpless. The man pressed Gren between himself and the wall, crushing the breath out of the smaller man. Gren gasped for air, his ribs cracking beneath the weight of the man. The man pulled away, but only enough to spin Gren around and then began crushing him again. Gren began to cry out for help, but because he was not able to intake any air, nothing escaped but a hoarse murmur.
He was going to die.
"You ruined my pants, babe, my new pants, and you ruined my night, so you owe it to me -" the man rumbled. He pulled away slightly, and Gren tried to take the advantage to spin away and run, but was pressed back, catching a glimpse of the man pulling out his taut, hard penis. Gren let out a short scream, but was silent as he was thrust forward against the wall and air was propelled from his lungs. He felt his clothes being ripped off, and he tried to struggle but was only able to wriggle a bit. The man pressed him against the wall and entered him with a grunt. Gren let out a feeble squeal and dug his fingers into the brick alley wall, breaking several fingernails.
Suddenly there was a gunshot. The huge man inside him suddenly pulled out and went soft. He stumbled back and Gren collapsed to the ground, gasping for any amount of oxygen the good Lord would spare to him (not that he believed in any Lord, especially not after this event). He turned and saw a puddle of blood pooling towards him. The man was dead. Another man, silhouetted against the outside world, stood over him.
Gren tried desperately to cover himself, his pale, sweaty face reddening, partly from the man having to see his nakedness, but more largely because the man had to witness Gren's helplessness.
The man tossed him a light colored trench coat. Gren caught it and put it on, covering himself.
"You okay?"
"I.I'll be fine, I'm sorry, I -" Gren trailed off, embarrassedly.
"You got a home to go to?"
"Yes."
"You better get there, take care of yourself."
"..Thank you."
The man smiled, put a cigar in his mouth, tipped his hat and began to walk away.
"Wait - Your trench coat."
"You can keep it," the man shouted, not turning back.
Gren got up silently, and went home.
Thanks so much, and please Review! There will be more Spike, Jet, Vicious and others in near future, I promise.
GRENCIA MARS ELIJAH GUO ECKNER
Sipping his drink, Gren felt eyes boring against his back. He cringed and gripped the glass with both hands, the knuckles of his fingers whitening. Oh, no, not again.
He felt someone sit next to him at the barstool, and did not glance at them. He could only imagine what they wanted.
"Hey, sweet cheeks. You look lonely," came the gruff voice next to him.
"No, not at all," Gren replied and sipped his drink, drumming his delicate manicured fingers against the bar.
"Looks like you want some sugar, hey baby?" The man reached an arm around Gren. Gren pushed him away. He was small, but he was strong.
"I've heard about you. Gren, right? Yeah. A friend of mine said you were real easy. So, wanna fuck?"
Gren's nostrils widened in fury, but he coached himself to stay calm.
"You're not going to play hard to get now, are you? Come on, baby -" the man reached in to pull him close, but Gren brushed his arm across the bar, knocking his and the man's drinks into the man's lap. The man stood, furious, revealing his true immensity. He must have been a good 6'5", and two-hundred and sixty pounds at the least. Every bit of him was hard and muscular.
Gren merely got up and walked out.
He was surprised, however, that the big man did not follow him. He was relieved, nonetheless. As he continued home, it seemed that the silence was too thick for the neighborhood, especially for an early 3:00 am.
As he turned a corner, he was pulled back by a mammoth arm, one around his arms and torso and the other covering his mouth. He struggled against the huge arms, confident that, despite his small size, his strength would hold up. He had no chance.
He was pinned against the wall of an alley, in the shadows. He continued to struggle and looked up. The man at the bar. He knew he had given up too easily; now the man wanted payment.
"Hey, sweet cheeks," the man growled. Gren fought against the hardness of the big man, but to no avail. The man wouldn't budge in the slightest. Gren fought harder, trying to bite, kick at his crotch, feeling utterly degraded and helpless. The man pressed Gren between himself and the wall, crushing the breath out of the smaller man. Gren gasped for air, his ribs cracking beneath the weight of the man. The man pulled away, but only enough to spin Gren around and then began crushing him again. Gren began to cry out for help, but because he was not able to intake any air, nothing escaped but a hoarse murmur.
He was going to die.
"You ruined my pants, babe, my new pants, and you ruined my night, so you owe it to me -" the man rumbled. He pulled away slightly, and Gren tried to take the advantage to spin away and run, but was pressed back, catching a glimpse of the man pulling out his taut, hard penis. Gren let out a short scream, but was silent as he was thrust forward against the wall and air was propelled from his lungs. He felt his clothes being ripped off, and he tried to struggle but was only able to wriggle a bit. The man pressed him against the wall and entered him with a grunt. Gren let out a feeble squeal and dug his fingers into the brick alley wall, breaking several fingernails.
Suddenly there was a gunshot. The huge man inside him suddenly pulled out and went soft. He stumbled back and Gren collapsed to the ground, gasping for any amount of oxygen the good Lord would spare to him (not that he believed in any Lord, especially not after this event). He turned and saw a puddle of blood pooling towards him. The man was dead. Another man, silhouetted against the outside world, stood over him.
Gren tried desperately to cover himself, his pale, sweaty face reddening, partly from the man having to see his nakedness, but more largely because the man had to witness Gren's helplessness.
The man tossed him a light colored trench coat. Gren caught it and put it on, covering himself.
"You okay?"
"I.I'll be fine, I'm sorry, I -" Gren trailed off, embarrassedly.
"You got a home to go to?"
"Yes."
"You better get there, take care of yourself."
"..Thank you."
The man smiled, put a cigar in his mouth, tipped his hat and began to walk away.
"Wait - Your trench coat."
"You can keep it," the man shouted, not turning back.
Gren got up silently, and went home.
Thanks so much, and please Review! There will be more Spike, Jet, Vicious and others in near future, I promise.