Iggy and Raz

Word Count: 7,699
Rating: R
Summary: A whore who gets picked up by a young woman one night gets more than he bargained for.
Characters: Iggy, Raz and James.

All (c) Cynthia Snuff 2010


The whore had clearly been sitting out in the light drizzle a while; his fleece hoodie and golden brown hair were covered in a thin layer of moisture. Raz slowed her car to a stop by the curb, rolling down the window. The streets were empty at this time of night; the whore knew why she'd stopped.

His eyes flashed with surprise when he saw hher behind the wheel and, Raz thought, maybe a little lust. She was dressed nicely- a long skirt and a singlet top under a little jacket, and her was nicely done. In other words, she looked ready for a date.

Most of them weren't gay, she knew that, even though they took it up the ass for the right price. That's how she won their trust. The second their belt was buckled in the front seat, they were as good as hog-tied, naked, in the boot. Iggy had alterred her car with several ingenious little gadgets, one of which allowed her to lock the seat belts in the car.

The whore smiled casually, said something about giving her a reduced rate, and she smiled and tittered flirtatiously, as if every other one of those worthless little bitches she'd picked up, some from the very curb they sat on, hadn't uttered words to that effect.

Patience, girl, she chided herself in. Thoughts like that lead to scary expressions, and she couldn't afford this one to startle. She pushed the passenger door open and the boy jumped in. Raz observed him a moment, surveying his body, deciding. He looked no older than nineteen, still not too ribby or scarred, so Raz assumed he was either tough or new to the job. The smile he offered her when he noticed her appraising him was shy, though he tried to make it brazen and alluring. He was just playing a part, too, she realised, feeling the excitement begin to build in her chest.

She nattered on with him about this and that and nothing in particular until they arrived at the large house in the suburb street she and Iggy shared. Everything about the outside and most obvious floors of the house, from the basket of magazines down to the glittery if slightly hippie fake flowers in the front lawn they'd sacrificed thirty square feet of kitchen space for was placed so as to give the illusion of complete normality within. Raz slipped her fingers between the whore's- James, or something- and walked close to him as they approached the front door.

She never understood why she enjoyed building the fake relationship so much- though she had a suspicion it was to do with how pathetically long their hope that she would free them lasted later. She poured him wine and offered him a snack.

She lead him over towards the door leading to the basement, and Iggy stepped out of the bathroom behind him. He covered the boy's mouth and wrapped his other arm around him to manouvere him as he struggled,almost carrying him down the stairs.
Raz followed him silently, pausing only to grab her glass of wine from the equistitely carved coffee table. She sipped while Iggy held their unwilling playmate with one arm and fondled him with the other. The whore held still, tense, and she looked him over. She would hold back at first, pretend to be his friend, then make him pay for what the last one did to her.
The last one had spat.

Though she'd ripped his throat from his neck with her bare hands almost immediately afterwards, she was still raging about that one inside.

This one looked at her warily and cleared his throat.
“I don't do threesomes,” he murmurred, his eyes, pleading, on Raz. Iggy jerked him to disrupt his view, a sadistic grin forming on his thin lips.

“Don't bother looking at her. I'm your Master now,” he said, his voice velvet as he gently carressed the whore's cheek. The stupid creature shuddered and tried to shy away, earning himself a hard slap on the cheek. Tears of shock and pain welled in his eyes as he looked from looked at the floor, and he flinched when Iggy spoke again.

“Now, let's try that-” The doorbell cut him off. Iggy looked peeved, and Raz jumped up to answer it but Iggy shook his head and shoved the boy at her.
“Get that undressed for me,would you?” he asked her.

“If I can I play with him a bit,” she replied, grinning. Iggy just rolled his eyes and smiled back.
“Just keep him clean, yeah?” he teased.

Raz stayed still til the reinforced steel door clanged shut and locked, a ponderous look on her face, before going to the drawers and getting out scissors and some duct tape, holding the whore's hand as he followed, leaving the latter on the wooden surface before approaching the chair. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes wide, not daring to speak.

“I promise, it will be mostly over soon. And I will be good to you before I go, too- as long as you co-operate. Otherwise, we might not have time,” she told him kindly, leading to the bed. He put his hands above his head and she bound them with duct tape. She began cutting his clothes away. One cut across the chest and stomach, two shorter ones over the shoulders, and he arched his back so she could move the rag away. His skin tingled under the newly exposed air.

She traced a line across his collarbone, then melted several kisses into his neck. He found himself getting hard; even more so when she straddled him.
She sat back after a moment, before taking off his shoes and socks, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off, then following suit with his underwear. She straddled him again, and they were both grateful she was wearing a skirt. She bent her head to lick all around his lips with the tip of her tongue, before the both pressed into the kiss, her hands sliding to his face.

He arched up into her, and it wasn't long before she pushed them to the side and slid his dick an inch or two into herself. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the tight wetness surrounnding his cock, and he wished he could move his fingers to her clit.

Slowly he pushed the rest of the way inside her, then they lay still for some moments, and Raz kissed his chest and neck, her fingers pushing through his hair. She started to thrust, her hands gripping his wrists.

They both thrusted, occasionally coming together for kisses, until they heard a cough.

Iggy was leaning on the doorframe, watching. The whore blushed, but Raz just sat up and pouted.

“Don't make me stop yet,” she begged, her fingers on the whore's chest. Iggy chuckled, walking in and pulling the chair towards them.

“I'll just watch, if you donh't mind. Don't be too long,” he added, making himself comfortable. Raz just smirked as the whore looked away, still red.

“Are we gonna..?” the whore muttered to Raz, and she nodded. He looked apprehensive, then said, “Could I at least be untied?I promise I won't try to run.”

“He is quite sweet...” Iggy commented. “I think you should give him a treat, if he behaves well.” Raz grinned and fluttered her eyelids at him.

She reached up and ripped away the duct tape. The whore moved his hands up to her hips, grinding slowly into her, and she bent to kiss him. He closed his eyes, starting to ignore the other man's presence in the room without effort.

After a moment, his finger found her clit and he started to press and stroke her there. Before long she was moaning, and the boy beneath her was oblivious to everything except her writhing form above him and the exquisite sensations in and around his dick. She sat up slowly, her eyes hazy.

“I think you deserve that treat now,” she smiled, pulling him out of her and grabbing the pillow. She moved forward on her knees, her arms braced against the bedhead with the pillow in between. Knowing what she wanted, and knowing he wanted it too, quite badly, he moved closer and slid into her from behind, groaning blissfully as he went deeper. He moved his hands to her breasts and fondled them, breathing deeply and enjoying her appreciative squirms and gasps. He slid one hand back to her clit, and before long both were moaning eagerly, slowly starting to arch into each other.

The tempo increased suddenly, both pushed to the brink, and the whore held back until he felt her contract around his dick and her breathing slowed, then he sped up and came hard inside her. They both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, and the whore heard Iggy moan. He looked over blearily and saw the man wiping up his own cum with the rag that had once been a T-shirt, then zip up his fly.
The whore shuddered, feeling Raz start to move from under him.

“Go wash yourself over there,” she said, pointing at a waist-height basin on the wall. The whore got up and complied, carefully drying his dick and pubes afterwards.

When he turned around, Raz had gotten dressed and was combing her hair with her fingers.

“I'll leave you two to it, then,” she said, going to the door.

Iggy took off his jacket and leather gloves as Raz left. He walked forwards, his shoes sounding on the wooden floors.

“Like the place?” he asked nonchalantly, stroking his fingers through the the boy's hair. He nodded uncertainly, wary of being hit again. Iggy smiled delightedly.

“That's good. We designed it ourselves, you see,” he explained, grabbing the whore by the forearm and pulling him close. Iggy lead the boy over to the bed in the corner and threw him onto it face down. Placing one foot on the boy's backside, he began to undo his shoe laces. The whore wriggled and protested until the bigger man moved the foot to his head and pressed in. Then he got the message. Iggy removed the rest of his clothes and sat on the bed, his musician's fingers curling tightly in the boy's hair. His dick was already half hard.

“Suck me, slave,” he ordered softly, giving the boy's head an encouraging push in the right direction. Though he was shocked and scared, the little whore sucked dick like a pro. Iggy let the boy take the head a little at first, then rammed down his throat in two short, fast motions, pressing the boy's nose into his pubes for a few long, aching moments as he sighed in contentment, oblivious to his slave's surprised mews and struggles. He looked down after a moment or two, frowning.

“Take it,” he ordered, slamming into the boy's mouth again and again despite muffled protest. The whore pulled back suddenly then, using his tongue, and started flicking unsteadily across the head of the blonde man's cock, his eyes still wide and wary. Iggy grinned evilly.

“You are a good little slave, aren't you?” he teased, running his fingers across the boy's shoulders. Iggy leant back as the boy reached his hands to grip the bottom of Iggy's shaft while he bobbed his head over the top.

By fluke, the whore's tongue slid over just the right spot at just the right time, and Iggy pulled him quickly around, forcing his face into the pillows. Iggy didn't have time to be gentle; he rammed between the boy's cheeks so hard he felt it tear, the blood easing his entry, relishing the screams the boy uttered. After only a few strokes, he felt himself cum, lubricating things further, and he collapsed on top of the boy, for a moment or two just breathing deeply. He moved the whore's fringe to see tears pouring silently down his face. Iggy smiled back at him, moving his lips to brush gently against his slave's.

“I think you and I will get to know each other very well,” he promised softly, moving his thumb to brush away the tears. He pulled out and walked to the basin and washed briefly. He turned back to the boy, a pleasant smile on his face, completely oblivious to both of their nakedness.

“What did you say your name was?” he asked nonchalantly.

“James...” the boy answered, his face streaked with tears. Iggy nodded slowly.
“Well, James, you are turning out to be quite the catch. You should be glad Raz pulled you off the streets, Gods only know what kind of perverts you'd have encountered there,” he replied cheerily. James shuddered, clearly biting back a retort.

As he was slipping on his shirt, Raz appeared silently in the doorway. She padded softly over to Iggy, her arms sliding sweetly around his waist. He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips, buttoning his shirt.

“Please.”

Both turned at soft word, so small yet so powerful. He was still hopeful, this one. Still thought he was getting out alive.

Iggy sauntered over as Raz lit his cigar for him, passing it to him after a puff.
“Please what?” he smirked, his his eyes triumphant. The whore knew what he wanted to hear.

“Please... Master... let me go. You can have this one for free, I don't mind...” he trailed off as Iggy puffed serenely on his cigar. Clearly his words cut no ice.

“We never intended to pay,” Raz said softly, deciding it was time for her to have some real fun. She closed the distance between herself and the youth, taking Iggy's cigar and one long drag as she did so. She was barely out of breath when she blew out the smoke, though the cigar was thick and pungent. She examined the tip for a moment, then pressed it to the whore's hip. Her eyes warmed as he screamed and thrashed, trying to escape. She didn't hold it there long- she didn't want him too marked yet, and he wasn't secured to the bed. She puffed again, noting the slightly burnt taste of the smoke this time.

The youth in front of her was gasping and shaking on the bed, and she sat next to him, carressing his cheek with her fingertips.

“Play nice, Raz. You don't get your turn yet, remember?” Iggy teased, patting her on the head. She headbutted his midriff playfully, then stood up with a sigh.

“Fine. Show me, then,” she replied, turning to the whore. Iggy pushed the whore flat on his stomach, ignoring his groan of pain, and spread his legs. He immediately started begging again, this time furiously, telling them how he was only seventeen, he'd only been out of home a few weeks, just as a joke really, how he lived in a nice neighbourhood, his parents would pay, yadda yadda yadda. Just like the cops trained you to if you were in a hostage situation.

Blood was still flowing slowly down the inside of his thighs and onto the sheets, his whole body quivering. Raz looked for a moment, then pouted.

“Alright then, come upstairs. But bring him too,” she added hopefully. Iggy shook his head.

“You'll get distracted. We'll bring him up when you're done,” he grinned evilly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked up the stairs, leaving their toy to sweat it out for a few hours.

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