The Factory

 

Chapter Three:  Broken Angel

The boy was beautiful.



Mark had arrived back at his own room only moments before his order arrived, but as he stared down at the little boy’s unhappy face, his cock already aching with need, he was surprised by how lovely the child was. The boy’s eyes were impossibly blue even through the tears, his skin white and smooth under very blond, slightly unkempt hair. He looked a little too much like an angel, his thin body exuding an innocence he couldn’t possibly still have.



Pity, really, that he wouldn’t be around to see the bruises he’d leave on that perfect skin. He usually preferred to have a new child each day, but maybe this once he could make an exception. A child like this was too rare, and he thought that he’d probably be keeping this little boy for more than one day.



Mark tore his eyes from the child’s face and ran a critical eye over his body. He was a little skinny, true, but then Mark liked it that way. Few things could be as…tantalizing as seeing a tiny child impaled on a much larger cock, though he wouldn’t really appreciate it until the second rape. He didn’t think he could go slowly enough the first time.



The boy was naked but for the studded black collar cinched around his neck, and Mark let his eyes briefly dance down to the tiny, limp cock between the child’s legs before smiling and nodding a greeting to the expressionless man who’d delivered his victim. The Factory worker didn’t smile back, only held out the box he’d been carrying.



Mark took it automatically, pleased, as always, by the selection from the special menu. He’d have fun with these…though the boy wouldn’t, of course. Then again, wasn’t that the point?



He nodded again to the worker, who, still without expression, handed him the heavy chain attached to the child’s collar.



“Your item is due back by tomorrow at noon,” the worker emotionlessly informed him as Mark took the chain and pulled the child to his own side. The boy came reluctantly, his entire body shaking, his eyes on the floor.



Fuck, this was going to be good.



“Should you choose to keep your item for a second day, you will receive a slight discount on the price. Should you damage your item in any lasting way, you will be charged a fine. If you would like to place a second order or desire any more items from the special menu, please contact the receptionist. Enjoy your stay at the Factory.”



It was all very rehearsed and bland, but Mark had heard it too many times to count anyway and was barely listening. “Yes, yes,” he muttered, his eyes still on the boy.



The Factory worker inclined his head and stepped back from the threshold, pulling the door shut behind him.



Mark’s lips twisted in an almost feral grin the instant the man left, and he didn’t fail to notice that the boy was shaking even harder now.



‘Ah,’ he mused, ‘this is exactly why I don’t want the virgins. This boy has probably already been raped by half a dozen men—he knows what I’m going to do to him and how much it will hurt, and he’s even more terrified for it. Delicious.’



Mark had never really thought of himself as a particularly malicious individual, but there was something very heady about the way this boy trembled in fear of what they both knew was about to happen, and Mark actually licked his lips in anticipation. Still, he said nothing for a moment, his eyes continuing to rake up and down the child’s skinny frame.



‘God, this is going to be worth every penny.’



Not that he thought God was actually involved in this.



He turned to face the boy, angling his body so the child’s nose was almost touching his stomach, and then lashed out with the hand not holding the chain. His fist struck the boy in the side of the head, and the child immediately fell to his knees, a strangled sob coming to his lips in spite of himself.



“Listen up, you little fuck,” Mark said, reaching out to grip the boy’s hair and putting as much venom in his voice as possible. “From this moment on, you’re my fucking slave, and you’d better fucking stay on your knees if you know what’s good for you. Got it?”



The boy could only nod as Mark’s grip on his hair tightened, a single tear slipping through long eyelashes and falling from his chin. He looked absolutely terrified.



It was almost enough to make a man come.



As satisfying as this was, though, Mark wasn’t done. “You are not to speak. You are not to stand. You’re to stay on your knees like the dog you are, and when I fuck you, you’d better not fight me. If you do, I’ll make sure you can never walk again. Understand?”



The boy couldn’t have been much past his fifth birthday—some restraint would be required on Mark’s part when he actually fucked him—but he had obviously been here long enough to understand a threat when he heard one, and he quickly nodded.



“Good,” said Mark, releasing his grip on the boy’s hair. “Then bend over and touch the ground so I can fuck you properly.”



The terrified boy was quick to comply, bending until his hands were flat on the floor. He was shaking so hard that Mark actually feared he might fall, but the man’s eyes were riveted on the child’s ass, which had been raised into the air by his position, and he couldn’t have cared less.



“Hold that position, you goddamned fucking whore,” Mark ordered the boy as he began stripping his own clothing. He dropped his shirt to the ground behind him, unbuckled and then stepped out of his pants. He kicked them aside, not caring that they’d wrinkle or that the floor was probably covered in old semen and other fluids. The Factory offered a dry cleaning service, too, and Mark wasn’t planning on wearing clothes again for a few days anyway. It was easier to rape the children without them.



Mark stepped behind the child, pausing to run his hand’s over the boy’s ass. The skin was smooth and surprisingly soft, and Mark couldn’t help once again picturing the bruises he’d leave.



‘Definitely keeping him tomorrow,’ he thought as he finally took the boy’s hips in his hands. “Don’t scream,” he reminded the boy as he rubbed his hard cock against the cleft of the child’s rear, building on the child’s fear, building his own sense of anticipation.



Mark would normally have drawn this out more, made the boy undress him, made the child kneel between his legs and suck on his cock…but he was too hard, and the boy was too perfect, and for once he didn’t want to wait. He only wanted to shove his cock in the child’s ass, feel the boy tremble as he tried not to scream in spite of the pain, and then enjoy the punishment that would come when he inevitably screamed anyway.



‘Worth every penny,’ he thought again.



He slid his hands down the boy’s deliciously bony hips and back to that creamy ass, dipping his thumbs into the child’s anus and slowly pulling at the muscle. He could feel the boy repressing a whimper as one thumb slid inside and began prodding at his asshole, and this only made him finger the boy a little harder. He prodded and pulled, let the muscle stretch just enough that he’d be able to get inside.



Another moment or two passed, and then Mark allowed his other thumb to press inside, smiling in a cruel sort of joy as he realized just how tight the child’s ass was. ‘Like a vice,’ he’d told Grant, and he was absurdly pleased to realize just how right he’d been. This boy may already have been used, but not often, and this was truly going to be one of the best Factory stays he’d ever had.



The man pressed his thumbs a little deeper into the child’s anus, then reluctantly pulled away. He would have wanted to continue playing with his victim first, but at the rate he was going, he’d never get his cock in before he came. If he wanted enough time to rip through this boy’s ass, he needed to get on with it.



And so he pulled back, took the child’s hips with his left hand, gripped his cock with his right. He pulled the boy’s reluctant body back to meet his, positioned his cock at the child’s entrance and then abruptly thrust forward.



The boy didn’t quite scream as the man’s cock invaded his body, but the sound that tore from his throat wasn’t remotely human. He gasped and cried out, agony on his face as the man’s cock stretched his ass from the inside.



“I told you not to make any noise!” Mark snarled from behind, though he wasn’t really angry at all. If the boy never broke the rules, after all, Mark wouldn’t be able to punish him…and he so very much wanted to punish him.



He couldn’t get even a fraction of his cock in, but then he’d expected that. He’d managed only an inch past the head, but he only pushed his own hips forward once again, managing to slide another few inches of hard cock into the child’s ass.



The boy gasped in obvious pain, and Mark could almost smell the tears still dripping down the five-year-old’s cheeks. He grinned. ‘Fucking hot,’ he decided. ‘Will he still look like such an angel when I’m finished with him?’



“I’ll deal with you later,” he ground out in spite of the grin as he pulled his hips back and practically pulled out of the child.



It hurt them both, and the boy started crying a little harder, but Mark didn’t even hesitate before thrusting his cock back in. A little pain only made the sex better, in his opinion, especially when he knew he was hurting the child more than he was hurting himself. The boy’s ass must have been on fire by that point. Mark’s cock certainly was.



This time, the child didn’t make a sound, but as Mark pulled back and then slammed into the boy yet again, he found himself struggling to keep from shoving the entirety of his cock into him. The boy’s ass certainly wasn’t able to accommodate Mark’s seven inches—he could fit maybe only half his cock inside no matter how hard he tried—but not trying to force his entire length in was proving to be a challenge. It really was a pity that he didn’t go for the older ones, because at least then he wouldn’t have had to hold back like this.



‘This is one of those times I wish I was Grant and could afford the fines,’ he thought before thrusting again. ‘Think of what I could do if I didn’t have to worry about damaging him!’



And then he began raping the boy in earnest, and he stopped thinking entirely. He slammed into the child again and again, forcing the boy’s entire body forward each time, keeping his victim upright only through his grip on his victim’s hips. The boy’s body had gone entirely limp, and if he hadn’t been impaled so deeply on Mark’s cock, he probably would have collapsed in agony.



Mark didn’t mind for once. The boy’s ass was tight around his cock, painfully so, but Mark wasn’t regretting his choice not to use lubricant. He hadn’t wanted to use anything that would make this rape easier, and even if the child was likely to spend the rest of his life being fucked raw by horny pedophiles, Mark was going to do everything possible to ensure that this child would remember THIS rape.



There was also a warmth and a slickness now in the child’s ass, and Mark didn’t need to look down to know that there’d be blood on his cock. As young as this boy was, as hard as Mark was being on him, it would have been surprising if he hadn’t bled.



It still didn’t last as long as it could have. Mark had been too hard before this had started—that was usually the case on the first day—and though he tried to go slowly and draw out the sex, it wasn’t long before Mark almost involuntarily slammed as much of his cock as he could into the child. His body tensed and then arched even harder against the little boy, every muscle locking into place as he came more violently than he ever had with any woman, even the unwilling ones.



The boy hadn’t made a sound as the semen filled his back passage and began oozing out around the rapist’s dick buried in his ass, and for a moment, as he recovered his senses, Mark wondered if the boy was unconscious.



“You’d better fucking still be conscious, you little whore,” he snarled, pulling his cock from the child’s ass and watching with a carefully furious expression as the five-year-old immediately collapsed to the ground.



Mark stared down at the fallen child for a moment, admiring the blood and semen staining the cheeks of the boy’s ass, seeing the tears on his cheeks. “Now I’ll have to punish you,” he pretended to sigh, another grin forming on his face in spite of the fury.



‘Worth every fucking penny.’