Silent Screams
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
14,488
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Silent Screams chapter 1
Summary- The life of a prostitute and the man who swept him off of his feet. Alec an alcoholic and ex drug dealer is in dept with one of the biggest crime lords around, Cell. To pay off the money to Cell, Alec prostitutes his son Jason. M/M
Italics= thoughts
Bold=stress on a word in a subject .
~~~~~ = flash back.
---------- = change of scenes
Disclaimer--> This story is my own, that includes the characters,places, and plot. Also in this story the use of condoms is not in practice, this is a story not real life PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX.
Chapter 1
“ Jason get your ass down here” My oh so pleasant dad’s voice rang through our small house.
Lets all guess who Jason is….that’s right me, the big mistake, well that’s how my father puts it. I’m just the fucking worthless son of my fathers girlfriend. You see my dad and my mom used to be a couple, when my mom got pregnant, my father left refusing to have anything to do with me. Alec (my father) would supply a little money a month to help support my mom and me. Everything was fine until my mom committed suicide, having no family left on my Moms side I was sent to live with my father.
I was 12 at the time.
“Yes.” I replied as I walked into the small living room, where my dad was seated in his chair watching television as usual.
“Are you ready to go?” Alec said.
“Yeah,” I answered coldly, “ I still don’t see why I have to go tonight, didn’t I make enough last night?”
I gasped out loud as he shoved me against the wall. “S…s…sorry” I stuttered out that stupid word, god I felt so week.
“You do what I tell you!” spit flew all over the place.
I nodded my head.
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Hands touching, teasing, hurting, making my skin tainted and dirty.
It was the same, always the same, sometimes I thought God was just sitting there laughing his head off at my fucked up life.
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I quietly walked down the streets, lost in my own train of thought, not paying attention to where I was going, which wasn’t really a good idea. I let out a strangled cry as our bodies collided and we were both sent flying backwards, me landing on my already sore ass, god I so wanted to cry right now, but boys don’t cry , or so Alec says.
I sat there in complete silence, not really caring if the other person was ok or not, hell they could be dead for all I care.
“You okay? That was some fall.” Nope not dead, I looked up my icy blue eyes meeting kind brown ones.
“Yeah I’m fine,” I answered, looking at the strangers hand, which he had outstretched , offering to help me up. I refused it as I slowly got to my feet. I looked him up and down, this is what I call tall, dark and handsome.
This is good I might be able to get more business tonight then I thought.
“You sure your okay?” he asked again, his eyes showing concern as I continued to check him out. I gave him a smile.
“I‘m good” I stated as I stepped closer to him “ but I could be better, if I had the right medicine,” I stated as I wiggled my eyebrows.
“How about this I’ll bring you to my place for hot chocolate,” he stated his eyes filled with amusement ,“to make up for almost killing you,”
“Sure whatever,” just as long as I get some money I’m fine. “lead the way.” I said as I hooked my arm with his, leaning against his shoulder.
Turned out his apartment was only a little ways down the street. It was pretty nice, really cozy inside, I figured the man was some kind of artist or something, judging by all the paintings and sketch books strewn all over the floor in the living room. From what I saw they were really good, I never really told anyone but sketching was one of my favourite ways to express my self, or to amuse myself either one. My art teacher had said I was really good. Well enough about art I have business to attend to.
He led me to the kitchen and singled to the circular table. I sat down.
“I’m sorry, I never asked you your name” he stated as he got to work making the hot chocolate.
“My names Jason, but you can call me whatever you want, since I am yours to do what you please with,” I said, “What’s your name?”
“Oh um Gabriel,” he said quietly.
“Ok ” I said, “ hinghing special you would like me to call you, when we are umm you know” I looked down, giving him the innocent virgin act.
“Oh, um about that, I know you’re a prostitute, but I’m not looking for sex, or anything of the sort.” he said calmly as he sat down the cup of hot chocolate in front of me, and sat down across from me.
“WHAT THE FUCK?,” I shouted as I flung the mug off the table spilling hot chocolate all over the floor . “So did u just bring me up here just for hot chocolate? That’s fucking messed! I’m out of here.”
I made for the door when he jumped up grabbed my shoulder and spun me around . “Here let me explain…” I didn’t let him finished.
“don‘t fucking touch me!” I hissed as I pushed his hand off of my shoulder and walked out the door making sure to slam it close extra hard.
TBC….
So how did you like it? Please review!
Italics= thoughts
Bold=stress on a word in a subject .
~~~~~ = flash back.
---------- = change of scenes
Disclaimer--> This story is my own, that includes the characters,places, and plot. Also in this story the use of condoms is not in practice, this is a story not real life PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX.
Chapter 1
“ Jason get your ass down here” My oh so pleasant dad’s voice rang through our small house.
Lets all guess who Jason is….that’s right me, the big mistake, well that’s how my father puts it. I’m just the fucking worthless son of my fathers girlfriend. You see my dad and my mom used to be a couple, when my mom got pregnant, my father left refusing to have anything to do with me. Alec (my father) would supply a little money a month to help support my mom and me. Everything was fine until my mom committed suicide, having no family left on my Moms side I was sent to live with my father.
I was 12 at the time.
“Yes.” I replied as I walked into the small living room, where my dad was seated in his chair watching television as usual.
“Are you ready to go?” Alec said.
“Yeah,” I answered coldly, “ I still don’t see why I have to go tonight, didn’t I make enough last night?”
I gasped out loud as he shoved me against the wall. “S…s…sorry” I stuttered out that stupid word, god I felt so week.
“You do what I tell you!” spit flew all over the place.
I nodded my head.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hands touching, teasing, hurting, making my skin tainted and dirty.
It was the same, always the same, sometimes I thought God was just sitting there laughing his head off at my fucked up life.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I quietly walked down the streets, lost in my own train of thought, not paying attention to where I was going, which wasn’t really a good idea. I let out a strangled cry as our bodies collided and we were both sent flying backwards, me landing on my already sore ass, god I so wanted to cry right now, but boys don’t cry , or so Alec says.
I sat there in complete silence, not really caring if the other person was ok or not, hell they could be dead for all I care.
“You okay? That was some fall.” Nope not dead, I looked up my icy blue eyes meeting kind brown ones.
“Yeah I’m fine,” I answered, looking at the strangers hand, which he had outstretched , offering to help me up. I refused it as I slowly got to my feet. I looked him up and down, this is what I call tall, dark and handsome.
This is good I might be able to get more business tonight then I thought.
“You sure your okay?” he asked again, his eyes showing concern as I continued to check him out. I gave him a smile.
“I‘m good” I stated as I stepped closer to him “ but I could be better, if I had the right medicine,” I stated as I wiggled my eyebrows.
“How about this I’ll bring you to my place for hot chocolate,” he stated his eyes filled with amusement ,“to make up for almost killing you,”
“Sure whatever,” just as long as I get some money I’m fine. “lead the way.” I said as I hooked my arm with his, leaning against his shoulder.
Turned out his apartment was only a little ways down the street. It was pretty nice, really cozy inside, I figured the man was some kind of artist or something, judging by all the paintings and sketch books strewn all over the floor in the living room. From what I saw they were really good, I never really told anyone but sketching was one of my favourite ways to express my self, or to amuse myself either one. My art teacher had said I was really good. Well enough about art I have business to attend to.
He led me to the kitchen and singled to the circular table. I sat down.
“I’m sorry, I never asked you your name” he stated as he got to work making the hot chocolate.
“My names Jason, but you can call me whatever you want, since I am yours to do what you please with,” I said, “What’s your name?”
“Oh um Gabriel,” he said quietly.
“Ok ” I said, “ hinghing special you would like me to call you, when we are umm you know” I looked down, giving him the innocent virgin act.
“Oh, um about that, I know you’re a prostitute, but I’m not looking for sex, or anything of the sort.” he said calmly as he sat down the cup of hot chocolate in front of me, and sat down across from me.
“WHAT THE FUCK?,” I shouted as I flung the mug off the table spilling hot chocolate all over the floor . “So did u just bring me up here just for hot chocolate? That’s fucking messed! I’m out of here.”
I made for the door when he jumped up grabbed my shoulder and spun me around . “Here let me explain…” I didn’t let him finished.
“don‘t fucking touch me!” I hissed as I pushed his hand off of my shoulder and walked out the door making sure to slam it close extra hard.
TBC….
So how did you like it? Please review!