Authors: karomeled and vkdemon
Warnings: graphic non-con, derogatory language against sex-workers, violence
AN: If you are triggered by rape in fiction please refrain from reading this chapter. We will include a very brief non-specific summary of what happened at the beginning of Chapter 11 for anyone who could not or did not wish to read this section.
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Chapter 10: Different Kind of Bravery
A cigarette butt flew to the ground. Jack trampled it and leaned on the wall with a sigh. Bored. He was bored out of his mind, but coming back home to listen to his old lady and his mom's bitching and moaning still didn't seem like an option. He run fingers through his strawberry hair and with resignation, dug into pocket of the denim jacket once again, in hope that he missed some dimes. One beer? Some pisswater at least...? Nothing. Well this is going to be a bloody waste of an evening. His eyes followed a short skirt and he whistled with appraisal. The woman speed up her walk. A wolfish grin sneak on his face. He could always kill the time with getting laid. Fuck knows it's been a while since baby momma had another one. Fuck if he could tell if it was his or not.
Was it...? He smiled to himself. Yes. One of the whores living on 67th street. The fag who got away their band once. What a lovely run-in. He took off the wall. "Hi, Kurt. Missed me?" He said crossing the other man's path.
Kurt stilled instantly. Shit. He knew that voice and it did not mean good things. He couldn't get past Jack, he was blocking the street. "Jack..."
"So you do remember me. Coool. I thought you forgot, cuz we didn't see you around for a while. Are you hiding from something, Kurt?" Jack smiled at him, almost sweetly. Oh, he's going to have so much fun with this one.
Kurt jutted up his jaw. He kept his back completely straight refusing to cower before the man . "Just going home."
Jack came up to him and casually wrapped his arms around Kurt's back, smiling at passing people. "Let me walk you there!" He pushed at him, forcing him to move. "And on the way we could drop in that one alley you like so much."
"And why exactly would I do that, Jack?" Kurt smiled tensely. He walked, there never really was an option.
The man tightened his grip. "Why wouldn't you? I know how much you love our little meet-ups."
"I get paid well to do what you want. Now, are you paying like a proper customer?" Kurt maintained snooty as his arm started to ache from Jack's grip.
Jack barked out a laugh, as if he heard a really good joke. "Don't you think I already paid you?"
Kurt really shouldn't be talking back so much. Usually he'd do something small, bargain down in exchange. It was better than getting beat up and not able to work. "No. What have you ever done but piss in corners and bark around the street like a wild dog."
"How about that fact that I didn't break your neck yet so you can still whore your cheap ass in my neighborhood?" The man grabbed Kurt's arms and dragged him roughly along, all humor gone from his voice. They were almost at the dark blind alley he mentioned earlier. Jack headed towards a container behind which he had his previous 'meet-ups' with Kurt.
Kurt really should turn on the charm. He should turn to all smiles and seduction so Jack would calm. But no. Kurt's fighting streak never went away, it had just been tampered down, hidden away. It was returning full force these days. "Get your filthy hands off of me!"
"Shut your fucking mouth." Jack spat and pushed him onto the wall. "You should be happy I want to give you some action, you useless piece of garbage."
Kurt impacted hard. He knew he would be injured from this, knew it would not work out well. Fuck. Kurt swallowed the bits of his pride that Dave had pulled out of him. This was not the moment for Dave's words about dreams or the satisfaction of standing up against Dave's assumptions. This was the time for a different kind of bravery. Kurt licked his lips and arched off the wall like a cat in heat. "So good, Jack. That rich prick who's all sweet on me doesn't ever give it to me like this. "
"Now we're on the same page." Jack said unbuttoning his pants. He nodded at the whore to move behind the waste container and came up to him. He turned the other man around, not wanting to get in touch with his dick. He jerked Kurt's pants down and grabbed his crotch from behind. "You already wet for me, you slut, aren't you?"
"Almost, baby." Kurt cooed through the pain threatening to close his throat. He needed to get a condom on the bastard. "Please let me suck your dick?" He could get the man too hot and heavy to care as long as he could slip it on with his mouth.
"You want it, huh?" Jack spanked the cheek. "Ask nicely." He mumbled, getting off on forcing Kurt to beg.
Kurt grimaced, forever grateful his face was not toward the man. "Oh, yes. Please, let me!"
Jack chuckled and stepped away. "Be my guest then." He said, mockingly gesturing at his crotch. "I'm going to fuck your pussy either way today."
Kurt slid to his knees, his hand pulling the man out. He closed his eyes, not wanting to have to look up at his attacker. This was necessary. This had to be done. Otherwise he'd be injured, unable to work, pay rent... He took the horrible weight into his mouth.
The man thrust immediately in and grabbed Kurt's hair to hold him there for a moment, impaled at his dick and unable to move. Kurt gagged instantly. Jack let go and, holding Kurt's head still, started fucking his mouth.
He kept as still as he could, opening himself and letting himself be just a hole...nothing but a fuck-doll... nothing. Tears started falling down and he just couldn't stop them.
"Oooh, yes, take it, that's what you're good at, yeah." The man spurted, thrusting into Kurt. He was already getting close, but he didn't want to finish like this. The whore need to be taught a lesson for back talking to him. He pulled out of Kurt and pushed at him to lay down.
Kurt tugged the condom out of his jacket pocket. He couldn't let himself get something off this bastard. He ripped it open quick and forced it onto the man. "Otherwise I will track you down with the fucking kid."
"Good. Whatever. I don't want herpes from you either." The man said hurriedly, too caught up to care. "Turn around" He grabbed Kurt's hips, holding his ass higher and positioned himself behind him.
Kurt knew that threat would work. He couldn't physically have kids but this moron didn't know that. He got on all fours and spread. He wasn't anywhere near wet enough.
Jack pushed into him, trying to go balls deep, but his cock was sliding in slowly as Kurt wasn't as lubricated as he should be. He withdrew from half a way and pushed again.
Kurt cried, shuddering at the pain of the tool pushing into him. He shuddered, his tears hitting the cold ground.
"You like it, don't you?" The man chuckled, pretending the gasps and cries were ones of pleasure, not pain. "Scream for me, whore" He speed up his thrusting.
Kurt bit down on his lip, drawing blood. He refused to do anything for this man. He prayed it would end fast.
Jack thrust into him couple more time, each harder than the last. He dug his fingers into Kurt's flesh, bruising the pale skin around his hips and grunted as he spilled into the condom.
Kurt collapsed, shaking in sobs. He couldn't do this. He couldn't handle smiling right now or even breathing.
Jack stood up and tugged himself into his pants. "Hey", he grunted, kicking Kurt's leg to get his attention. The man's whining and apathy was getting on his nerves. "I'll remember to tell Eddie what a great time we had. Surely he'll be jealous."
Kurt curled up away from the kick. He didn't even hear Jack or his words. He couldn't hear the promise of more of this coming.
The man scoffed at the lack of response. The whore can get moody all he wants. The others will get him to talk when they get him. "See you next time, Kurt." He said walking away.
Kurt wasn't sure how long he was there. He knew the sky was just lightened with the grey of dawn when he finally stood. By the time he reached his apartment he had only an hour before his day job. He showered, a simple wiping of his body, perfunctory and simplistic. He didn't think. Too much to do. Too many bills to pay, too much on his mind. He let the rote of the day keep him from dwelling.
As his day-job ended he sent a simple phone message to Dave. 'Are you still willing to buy me the gun?'