Pimp

You think you're a man
but you're only a boy
You think you're a man
you are only a toy.
you think you're a man
but you just couldn't see
You were not man enough to satisfy me.

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.


"Hurry up and get ready." Floyd half dragged a slightly drunk and drugged Spencer to the bed.

"F for – what? What for?" Spencer lay on his back staring at his reflection again.

"I'm taking this bloody thing off your leg for now. I'll put it back afterwards." Flanders started to undo the contraption holding Spencer's knee in place.

Reid tried to sit up, but one hand on his chest pushed him back into the pillows. "Don't – f f Floyd no."

"Hush Babes, it's going to be alright." He passed over the bottle of water. "Have some water."

Spencer took the water bottle and watched Floyd begin to remove his leg brace again. "Get ready for what?" His throat was dry and so the water felt wonderful sliding down the back of his throat.

"Guests – don't worry. I will stay with you." Floyd took the water from the hand of a now very drugged looking Spencer. He bent forwards and kissed him gently on the nose. "It's all going to be good."

The only reply he got was a soft moan.

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With the lights softened and Spence not able to resist the scene was set. Larry as he liked to be known paid up front for the pleasure of abusing the gimp. Floyd sat back and watched. First sign of anything wrong and Larry would be dead – a fact Larry was probably very aware of.

"I want him gagged."

Floyd sighed and got up. "He wont be too noisy – but if you insist." He handed over a ball gag which made Larry smile and nod a thank you. Floyd sat back down and watched carefully.

Spencer felt unknown hands on him. He felt someone turn him over onto his front and shortly after he felt a gag being forced into his mouth. He wanted to see where Floyd was to stop this, but his vision was too blurred now, and his hearing dulled – all he could sense now was the thing rammed in his mouth and someone behind him – kneeling – pulling him up by his hips.

Floyd watched. He could see the puzzled look pass over Reid's face, then the fear and then something else – not so comforting for Flanders. On one hand he wanted to stop this now and break Larry's neck for even looking at Spence, on the other hand he was enjoying watching. He liked watching. He liked people watching, watching people – watching his Spence. He watched Spencer's hands reach out and grasp the pillows, he watched as his back arched and the sweat dripped from his forehead. He looked at the white knuckles and at the toes curling. He watched Larry moving his hand and he watched Spencer try to cry out in response to it. 'Dirty bastard. He's not meant to enjoy it'

When Larry finally pulled away and let Spencer go Floyd thought he was going to explode with anger. Not at Larry, but at Spence. He knew he would be good at whoring, but he had no idea he would be that good. Enjoying it. Shit. No – he wasn't meant to enjoy it.

He slammed the door behind Larry and locked it. Then walked slowly back to where Spence was feebly trying to get the gag off.

Floyd pulled Spencer over so he was on his back. He checked out the knee which looked bloody painful then looked up at Spencer's face and the hands searching for a way to get the gag off. "Leave it Spence. I want you now – and I want you with that in still. Looked like you enjoyed Larry." Soft kisses on Spencer's stomach. "Will you enjoy me as much?" No reply – no response. "Spence? Are you asleep?"

He reached up and took the gag from Reid's mouth. A soft moan and hands reaching down to touch. Floyd moved his fingers to entwine between Reid's. "Hun – I don't feel too good. I need to sleep."

"Sleep? Fucking ungrateful bastard. You know how much money I just got for you? Well I think I will keep it for me. Fuck you – fuck your knee and fuck everything. I'm going out to get it somewhere else if you are only willing to give it to paying customers. To hell with you Spence. I do all this and you just want to sleep?"

"Floyd? Hun – what?" Spencer tried to push himself up on his elbows but everything was too much effort and he just flopped back again.

"Just shut your mouth. Whore." Floyd left the room. Reid could hear the crockery being smashed in the kitchen as the bedroom slowly span and he tried to work out what was going on.

The first he knew Floyd was back in the bedroom was the fist in the mouth. Then the words. "Wake up!" and then the hands. "I'm taking you out." Dragging him from the bed.

"Wait – you need to help me put the brace back on." Spencer tried to hide the tears of pain behind scrabbling back onto the bed and wiping the wetness off his face on the covers. He could taste blood in his mouth where his lip was split and the pain in his leg was unbelievable, but hands were pulling him to stand. He needed to keep Floyd calm. He didn't know what he had done to rile him so much.

He dragged Reid from the bed again throwing the brace at him. "Do it yourself. I'm not your slave." Spencer looked up with big eyes not knowing what he had done to offend Floyd so much and now loath to ask what it was. It seemed like too late to ask now. With a dizzy head he tried to get the brace back on his leg.

"Please Floyd, I don't feel right. Did you drug me again? I can't do this."

Fingers now pulling his hair to make him stand. "Then go without. Move. If you don't want me I will find someone you do want. You can't get on your knees with that crap around it anyway." His crutches thrust into his hands now. "Move yourself."

"I'm only half dressed. I need a shirt." Reid was trying to make his way back to the wardrobe. "I can't go out dressed in just my sweat-bottoms."

A hand pressing on the small of his back guiding him out of the room. "Get out. They won't be worried what ya wearing. The less the better. Move your bloody self."

As Spencer's head began to clear the words began to become clear. "Floyd. No. I won't do this."

"Shut your whore's mouth. You already have."

Reid stopped and tried to turn back to look at Floyd again. "What?"

"And you enjoyed it. Fucked a stranger for cash and enjoyed it. Come on Spence – earn me some more." smirking.

Standing face to face now Reid slapped Floyd around the face.

The two of them stood and looked at each other. Reid knew what was coming. He knew that was probably a big mistake, but he had to show Floyd he wasn't having this.

The hands wrapped around his throat the thumbs pressing as he lifted him off the ground. Spencer put one hand on Floyd's face trying to push him away and the other tried to get the hands off his throat.

"You son of a bitch!" Walking with him so Reid's back was against the wall. "How dare you raise a hand against me." slamming him back so his head cracked on the wall. "Who the hell do you think you are? You are nothing. Do you understand me? You are only alive because I came running and helped you out. You are filth. A bitch and nothing more. Can you hear me? Get your bloody stinking hand off my face. You smell of that shit you just shagged. You are a dirty whore."

Reid felt his hands dropping to his sides as the air supply was blocked. The darkness creeping in around the edges. He had no idea what Floyd was talking about and in his drugged haze he felt Floyds forehead meet his mouth and his head smacked back into the wall again just before Floyd finally let go.

Flanders stood and watched Reid crumple to the floor. It crossed his mind that Reid wouldn't fetch him much money covered in bruises but sometimes kicking the shit out of Spencer was more important than a few hundred dollars. He tried to avoid his face, because you know even in this red rage Floyd could see that was a nice face, so he tried to avoid it. He concentrated on the groin and stomach. Then he stood back and watched Spencer cough and vomit onto the wood flooring. He saw Spencer's ear was bleeding, and he could see blood trickling from his nose.

Floyd locked and double locked the door. He turned the key and put it in this back pocket then stepped over the still bleeding form on the floor and walked to the bedroom. He lay back on the bed and pulled out a small twist of cellophane with some greenish grey powder inside.

As he drifted off into this own drug induced state of nothingness he could hear coughing and crying. 'He'll learn. One day.'

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