Dividing Damien

This story is a bit more graphic and violent than Keeping Tom, which you don't necessarily have to read, but it tells a longer story that goes beyond the end of this one.

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Seven year old Damien was dragged kicking and screaming into the nasty man’s building. He screamed for his parents but they ignored him and got into their car, his father counting the money. Once he was inside the man threw him sobbing onto a bed and started to rip his clothes off. He was then chained to the bed with manacles around his wrists and ankles. “Now stay still or you’ll make it bigger.”

Damien didn’t know what the man was talking about until he felt the blade cut into the skin right where his leg met his butt. He started to scream and the man smacked him hard across the back of his head. Then the man shoved something in his mouth which made it hard to breath. “Shut your trap kid. This place is open and full of customers right now. I can’t have them hearing you scream.”

Damien found it hard to breath without gagging. It got even harder when the man started carving in his leg again. He was crying harder than before now and felt like he was about to pass out. When the man finally stopped carving, he did pass out. When he came to he felt a great amount of weight on top of him. “Ah, I see you’re awake again, good. Now I’ll make you mine completely.”

When the man entered him he tried to scream out but an actual gag had been put in his mouth now and secured with a strap around his head. The man pounded into him roughly and he felt what had to be blood running down his thighs. He sobbed which only seemed to entice the man more. By the time the man was finished Damien was close to losing consciousness once more.

“Now you’re mine boy. Some of the other boys will come in to take care of you later. You’ll get two days off and then you’ll start working for me.” The door slammed shut and Damien wished the man could have at least taken the gag out of his mouth. He didn’t fall asleep that night, he just sat there sobbing wondering what he had done to deserve this. Wondering what had made his parents mad enough at him to give him to this evil man.

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The years went by and at first he was used as a child prostitute but by the time he was old enough to go on stage he was already too scarred for that. He received sympathetic looks from all of the other boys who saw him. Then the day came that he understood why he was getting those looks. He was moved to a new room, a terrifying room filled with whips, chains, and other ‘toys’ he didn’t want to know the use of but he knew he would find out.

“Get on the bed and stay there. Your first customer is coming in ten minutes.” Frank, the man who owned him left the room and Damien looked around the room and started to shake. He had become used to this life to a certain extent but this, this scared him. The room was barely lit but there was enough light for it to reflect off of the many chains and other metal objects in the room.

When the door opened again he jumped up and started to back away from the man who came in the room. The man was big, tall and ugly. A voice that had been gaining in strength in the back of Damien’s head said, 'It’s clear why he has to pay for sex.' This voice made fun of his situation but at times, that’s what he needed. The man didn’t say a word as he grabbed Damien roughly by the arm and drug him over to a wall that had chains already set up.

Damien soon found himself stretched out by these chains. The manacles holding his wrists were too high so he was forced to stand on his tiptoes or to let all his weight rest on his shoulders. A gag was put in his mouth and he fought hard to keep the tears out of his eyes. He had learned years ago that tears only made these men more insistent. These were not nice men. They thrived on pain. He hung his head between his arms and tensed when the whip hit his back for the first time.

He didn’t know how long the whipping went on but his back was a bloody mess by the end. He had been able to keep the tears from leaving his eyes so far and he had made only small noises but when the man entered him with his rather large dick that wasn’t lubricated he let out a muffled scream.

By the time the man was done he had lost consciousness. When he woke up there was a young, worried looking boy looking at him with sad blue eyes. “I… Frank told me to come help you. You okay?”

Damien shook his head and let out a relieved sigh when the boy removed his gag. He croaked out, “No… not okay.” The boy set about freeing his feet first and then his arms. He had a hard time standing but the younger boy somehow managed to get him back over to his bed that, thankfully, was softer than his previous bed.

“Frank said you have two weeks off to heal. I… I’m supposed to take care of you. I’m new here and have to prove my worth.” Damien remembered that time in his life. The time after Frank raped him but before the other men started coming. He had to care for the older boys and clean and prove that he could be obedient.

The boy took out a wet cloth and started to clean his back and Damien hissed. When the boy hesitated he managed to say in a hoarse voice, “Keep… g-going… or it’ll… g-get inf-infected.” The boy did as he was told but was gentler from that point on. He was surprised that Frank had actually sent bandages but then he reminded himself that it wouldn’t do Frank any good to have him die of an infection so of course he’d send bandages and everything else to make sure the cuts on his back didn’t get infected.

“I… Frank said I had to… to clean your… your butt…”

Damien nodded and closed his eyes, “Please… I… it m-might g-get infected t-too.” He put a bit of his blanket in his mouth and bit down as the boy carefully washed his entrance. He let his tears out now and started to sob. When he felt the younger boy’s hand grab his he was surprised but squeezed it and accepted the comfort that was being offered. “What’s… your n-name?”

“I’m Tom… you?”

“D-damien.”

“I… I have to go soon Damien, he’s timing me but… I hope you get better. Does he do this to all of us?” The fear in the boy’s voice was quite clear.

“N-no… most end up s-stripping. I j-just scar too easily so he p-put m-me to work doing th-this.”

“I’m sorry Damien. I… I have to go but I’ll be back tomorrow. Frank said you can eat tomorrow.”

Damien turned to face the boy and smiled very slightly. Such a kind, sweet boy didn’t deserve to live here but none of them could get out once they were here, unless they killed themselves. Damien had felt like killing himself on many occasions, this was just another to add to the long list but he couldn’t find the courage to actually do it. “Th-thank you T-tom. G-go before you g-get into t-trouble.” After one more squeeze of his hand the younger boy left and Damien was left to sob by himself in the almost completely dark room.

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Three years later Tom got to start working on the stage but Damien was still in the same room. He figured that if he died and went to hell like his mom always said he would it couldn’t be any worse than his life. He wanted to kill himself but Frank made sure that everything he could kill himself with was taken from the room after the men left. He only had to see a man every two weeks but that was only because he was left so abused and battered every time one of them visited.

It was another visitation night. He had gone too numb to really fear anything anymore. The man came in and he didn’t look all that scary but Damien had already learned that it was the timid looking ones who were the most violent. The man grabbed his hair and pulled him over to the wall. He locked the manacles around Damien’s wrists but kept him facing forward which was odd but Damien didn’t show it. The man shortened the chains so Damien’s weight was being held up completely by his shoulders.

The man pulled out a thin blade and started running it over Damien’s skin. Damien didn’t react to it because he was used to this kind of treatment. This fact angered the man and he clenched his teeth and said, “I will make you scream.” He started to make small cuts on Damien’s chest and they burned like he remembered a paper cut burning. He worked really hard to keep his face impassive. Deeper cuts and whip lashes he had become used to but this burning sensation was becoming unbearable.

The man entered him roughly and was furthered angered by the lack of reaction from Damien. “I… will… make… you… scream.” He said a word per thrust but Damien continued to keep his face impassive. “Scream bitch!” When Damien continued to stare blankly ahead of himself the man grabbed the knife and swung it at his face.

The blade started above his left eye and the way Damien tried to pull his face away made the blade knick the side of his eye, moved across his nose and then curved around into his lip. He couldn’t hold back anymore and started to scream. His whole face felt like it was on fire but the knick to his eye hurt worst. This excited the man and he reached his climax with a smug look on his face. “Told you I’d make you scream.” The man left the room and Damien struggled to stay awake through the pain.

The boy who came in to take care of him saw the slash to his face and went running to find Frank. When the man came in he was furious and ordered a few boys to let Damien down and get him onto his bed and he went after the man to get more money. When he returned Frank was still angry, “The doctor I use is on the way put some pressure on his face to stop the bleeding.”

Damien let out another scream when the cloth pressed down on his face. “Oh shut up kid. It’s not that bad.” Damien was in too much pain to hear the man’s words. When the doctor finally came in it was clear he was being paid big money to do a good job and keep quiet. He gave Damien a shot to numb his face and then carefully put stitches in the wound to close it up. He gave Damien some strong painkillers and then left the room.

Damien drifted off due to the strong painkillers and was glad that his face was already numb. This was his worst injury yet. He wanted to die more than ever now. If by some miracle he did get out of this place he’d be marked like this for the rest of his life, on his face, a part of his body he couldn’t hide.