I Ain't Your Dog

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“There's the kid! Stop 'im!”
Donovan's footsteps were loud against the pavement as he pounded away from the safe house. It wasn't so safe, it never was to begin with. He had to hide for now, he saw too much. The boss would kill him if he knew. Shots rang out as he barreled down an alleyway of the slums of the shipyard. It's where they were training him. It was where he was learning to kill. It was intended to make him an American citizen and use him for their personal means, their fetching dog. He rounded a corner and hid in a low hanger where they repair boats, looking at his hand. The burn was still fresh. A way of initiation for the group only called the Zodiac. He was apart of the Aquarius devision, that was the symbol of the damned astrological sign onto the back of his hand. He screamed when they did that. The smell and pain was horrible. He was sick of it all, at the age of eighteen he's probably killed thirty people. People he didn't know. He was a murderer, he was their new machine for destruction. Or so they thought.
Donovan sat in the shadows, controlling his breathing, unable to do anything but that. His hand was on his gun, he wondered if he could kill the people who were behind all of this. All of the drug trafficking, all of the worst possible bits of corruption within the United States. He was at his breaking point, they had made him test heroine in an attempt to control him. When the young man tried to get his hands on more he was nearly shot. So now, he was set to shaking behind a boat, unable to remember his home, London.
The branch of the Zodiac in that part of the world found him, him and one other as kids. Yeah, they start them early. Donovan was torn from his parents over the debt they owed for the drug store they owned, money was tight, so in order to keep themselves safe, the gang took him and one other, his twin. He could only remember what his brother looked like by looking in the mirror for a long time. They were torn away early on, and he was often drugged to keep him from yelling about being alone. Yeah, he was heavily into intravenous highs. It's been like that since as long as he can remember.
“Where's the kid?” He heard Boomer. Boomer was an asshole with a temper that would blow skywards if he didn't get his way. Donovan hated him. He wanted to blow his head off, especially now that he couldn't get anything for a fix. It made him sick to think he couldn't sleep, everyone told him it was his own fault. How could it be? They seem pretty fucking amazed he's alive after all the shit he's been through for Zodiac all ready. Gun fights, murders, cop chases, anything else Donovan kept a tab on it. And all he wanted was a fix. A high, something to cure the neurosis in the back of his head that's saying he should shoot himself from being so miserable.
That's the reason for this certain rebellion, so he could get something. It was always about them, never about himself. He couldn't give it his all for the group when the group turned him into a needy junky. He heard more voices, all calling his name. Donovan saw Boomer, and Boomer saw him and immediately pounced.
“Well well...look what we got here? The new kid lookin' to disappear.” Donovan didn't say one damn word as the gun he looked at and put it to his head, Boomer's eyes widened. “Hey...hey kid, you wouldn't...”
“The fuck I wouldn't.” Donovan never understood why he was so precious when he saw kids his age get their heads blown off for tipping the wrong jackass off who happens to work undercover. Just like he was going to do to himself, he pulled back the safety. Boomer grimaced.
“Look kid, you do that and you won't know what you'll cause.”
“Yeah, a good night's sleep.”
“...that what you're after?” He just smirked and knew right away, Donovan gave himself away by saying that. He saw the scarred man pull out what he wanted from his jacket. It was so tempting, it was right in front of him. Donovan's mind was spinning, he kept the gun placed to his own head.
“That's not what I mean.”
“'Course it is, Kid, you've been without it for awhile huh?” The teen's eyes darted back to it as he came closer.
“The fuck you coming closer for!? I don't want that shit. I want out, Boom, I don't care how much you need me. I want OUT!” It sounded more like desperation and trying to search for a reason to kill himself besides the high. Boomer pulled the gun away from his head, unconvinced. Donovan went willingly, getting the small package of heroin handed to him. His gun was pulled from his hands.
“Get up, Kid. Quit pretending to do us a favor. You can't get out and you're too much of a little shit to pull that.”
“Fuck you.” The eighteen year old went back to the safe house to shoot up, to feel good, to feel normal, to forget what he saw the few nights ago when he visited the boss. It was the most disturbing thing he'd ever seen. A boy that looked just like him, on a leash, crawling. Could it be his twin? Donovan couldn't know as he started to reel on a high, the world blurring around him. He felt sane in his small dingy bunk. He forgot the world for a few short minutes. That was until the world came screeching forward with Boomer's voice.
“Hey! Don! Get yer ass over here right now!” Donovan got up, wobbly for a few seconds and walked to the bald guy with too many scars to count.
“The boss gave you something, what was it?” The teen just laughed a little, shaking his head. He was gone, completely gone.
“Yeah yeah...he gave me a piece of paper, told me to eat it and tell ya that it said drugs were coming to port and tah pick them up.”
“Okay kid...go lay down or something, you're on a fuggin kite right now.” The teen smiled and flopped in his bunk. He was thinking of Boomer with an ass on his head, farting every time he spoke. Boy, was that hilarious. His laughter could be heard through the living quarters of half to the thugs in the group.
It certainly got the attention of one new man to this part of the gang. He was a transfer from a rougher part of the zodiac, Scorpio. It was no surprise that the large blond saw Donovan and smirked and started to find ways to mind fuck him. This particular turn, however was a bit more physical as a sheet dropped over the teen's head in an attempt to blind fold and keep his mouth shut.
Donovan struggled against the blindfold and was pinned, mind going way too fast to comprehend what was going on until he was tied up. He felt his pants become undone and kicked and screamed against the sheet gagging his mouth. Fingers were gathering around his length in a small stroke, making him squirm as those same fingers pushed inside of him, making the teen tense. The new guy laughed and slipped a second finger in almost immediately after. It hurt like hell. He hated being touched and now he was being raped and of course, no one cared.
Donovan soon felt himself split in two with a muffled yell in the gag, the man had pushed into him. It was dry, he couldn't help but tear up with the heightened sense of feeling from the drugs. His whole body was shaking as the roll of hips and thrusts came hard and fast, ripping through him. He couldn't believe himself, he was aroused. He heard a moan and felt sick, there was a few times as this hard pole moved in and out of him that he felt it strike something that made the urge to come in the fucker's hands was really too much. His back arched.
“Aaah...so tight. You're sucking me in, you know that?” His drugged mind couldn't comprehend who it was as he tensed up. “There you go, be honest, you know you like it.” The voice husked out, stroking him, Donovan started to kick and move his legs. He felt a sharp push into him, against the spot, making him jerk and climax into the unknown man's hand. He heard a groan and felt himself filled with liquid. Eugh it was so sick. He didn't get freed either, he heard a laugh and the man, whoever it was, he didn't know, walk away. Leaving the high and obviously frazzled young man to feel absolutely sick and shaken. Maybe that was the drugs, he didn't know.
It was a little time later that Boomer walked by, Donovan had passed out, the high had faded and his body couldn't take much more abuse from his own hands and the fact he was tied up.
“Oh fuck...Donovan!” His body jerked awake. More muffled, strangled yells underneath the blindfold. He felt hands untie him and soon he was face to face with his boss. “Kid! What happened....what...” Did he notice the guy shaking? Did he see abuse? He wasn't sure if he was bleeding or full of some other liquid.
“Stay here.” Boomer ran off, leaving Donovan to shake more and cover himself up, he couldn't be seen like that, could he? He choked back tears, he choked back everything that could possibly be wrong and laid there, looking at the ceiling. He wanted more drugs, he couldn't deal with this shit right now. He was in a daze as a medic looked over him, he wanted out and that was the last straw...he had to find that other that looked like him with a collar and he knew it. There was no way around it, he wanted freedom and he didn't want to be anyone's dog. He certainly didn't want his twin being anyone's prized pet either.
The medic touched him between his legs. “OH FUCK GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” The lady backed off, he didn't even hear her voice, he heard her soothing tone as another needle went into his arm. He jerked as he was soon filled with a sedated sleep as they patched him up the best they could. The last coherent thought he had was on the boy with the same face as him, his twin. That and how he could even live this way for so long. He wanted a mixture of death and saving, strange...the world faded into black as his eyes rolled back, trying to keep his eyes on her so she wouldn't touch him there again.

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I hope everyone likes this. I've had it in my head for awhile. Read and review! I need to know if I should continue this or not.