I ended up taking next two days off. My body took a hell of a beating the last few days. I needed to rest for a little while.

At this point, I decided to go looking for a few quickies at some of the clubs. I just needed some quick money.

I made my way down the road, trying to decide which club to go to. The one on 5th sucks. There's never anyone fun there. The one on Main won't let me in after the last time. The club on 17th is too far of a walk, but it's the only gay bar on this side of the Scranton. That only one that I'm left with is the one I promised not to go to. It's the closest one too.

Oh well. I've never been good at keeping promises.

And fuck that owner guy. He's a piece of shit. He fucking attacked me. If I wanna go to his stupid fucking club, then I will.

I headed to the club and slipped inside. I looked around, seeing if I could spot the man from a few days ago. If he was here, I'd have to avoid him at all costs.

I couldn't see him anywhere, but it was kinda dark. I'd just have to be careful.

I went over to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. I tossed the money down and threw the shot back. I looked around the club, trying to find someone to get with. I can pretend I'm a girl and I could probably find a few straight boys to blow. That'll get me some money. But I don't see any really gay looking guys around. Unless they're dancing. I could probably find them dancing.

I moved through the crowds of people and onto the dance floor. There were people all around me, either dancing with someone or by themselves. I glanced around, my eyes settling on a man to my left. He was fairly masculine looking, but the tight clothes he was wearing said otherwise.

I approached him, slipping in front of him. Without saying a word, I backed up against him, pushing my ass back against him. He grabbed my hips, pulling me even closer. At least he didn't push me away.

He danced with me, grinding against my ass, running his hands over my body. I put my head back on his shoulder as we moved to the beat of the music.

We did that for a while longer before he pulled me to the side, away from the crowd.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked. Ooh he's British.

"Of course."

He told me to wait where I was. I watched him make his way to the bar and order. I sat at the table near me, looking around while I waited for him.

He came back a few minutes later with two beers and handed one to me. "Thank you...."

"Jeremy." He said. "And you are?"

I smiled. "Ricky."

"Well Ricky, how much would it cost me to take you home tonight?"

Before I could answer him, someone grabbed my arm. "What the fuck?"

I turned around, instantly rolling my eyes. It was the guy from the other night.

"You don't fucking listen, do you?" He growled.

He glared at Jeremy and told him to leave. I groaned. I need that money.

He dragged me towards the back of the club and up a flight up stairs. I tried to pull my arm away but I couldn't get him off.

"Let me fucking go!" I yelled.

"Shut up."

I pulled harder. "Fuck you! Let go of me!"

He didn't say anything.

"Stop! Rape!" I screamed, hoping someone would hear me.

He shoved me against the wall, covering my mouth. "If you make one more fucking sound, I'll kill you."

He pulled his hand away and as soon as he did, I spit in his face. He slapped me across the face and brought me the rest of the way up the stairs. He opened a door and threw me on the ground. He stepped inside and shut the door, locking it.

"What the fuck?" I screamed.

"Shut the fuck up!"

He kicked me in the side, squatting down in front of me. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to his face.

"I fucking told you to never come in here again, didn't I?" He hissed. "But here you are, in my club, doing exactly what I said not to do."

"I don't even know who the fuck you are. Why would I listen to anything you say?"

"Because now, you're gonna pay for disobeying me, whore."

"Actually, you didn't fucking tell me not to come in here." I told him. "You said that I was lucky you didn't kick me out."

"That should have been enough of a warning not to come back here." He growled. "But it seems to me that you didn't learn you lesson....remember what I did to you the last time you talked back to me?"

He dragged me to my feet, throwing me up against the wall.

"What are you gonna do, big man?" I asked. "You gonna beat my ass again?"

He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing tightly. "No, I don't think a simple ass beating will be enough to teach you..."

He spun me around, pressing my face up against the wall.

"If you're gonna fuck me, the least you could do is pay me."

He laughed. "Keep talking back, watch what happens."

He pinned both of my wrists against the wall with one of his hands, using the other to roughly push my pants down. I tried to jerk away but his grip on me tightened.

"Get the fuck off of me."

I was starting to panic now. I don't want him to do this. I had to stay calm. I couldn't let him know that he was actually scaring me.

I heard him take off his belt. He bent my hands behind my back, using the belt to bind them.

He pulled my pants down more, slapping my ass.

"Let me go, asshole."

I threw my head back, trying to hit him. He slammed my head into the wall. He gripped my hips, pressing against me. "I'm gonna make you cry."

"Good luck." I breathed.

I gasped when I felt him push into me. Just by that I could tell he was big as hell. Him and Kuza were probably close in size. Ordinarily, I could take it no problem, but I haven't done anything in a few days. Not only that, but there's no lube or prep or anything. It fucking hurt.

He didn't even give me a chance to adjust. He just started moving at a rough and fast pace. I tried my hardest to keep a strait face throughout his assault. It hurt. It really fucking hurt.

"What? No smartass remarks?"

"I thought your dick would be bigger." I hissed.

He thrust forward. I choked on my breath. "You're hurting. I can tell. Good."

"Fuck you."

"You're so much more attractive when you're in pain."

"Fuck. You."

"I'm going to make you cry." He spoke. "You'll be in tears by the time I'm done with you."

He pulled all the way out and roughly thrust back it. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping together, while I fought the urge to cry. That's what he wanted and I couldn't give him that much satisfaction. He knows he's hurting me. I'll let him have that. But he's not getting anything else from me.

He went harder, pulling out for and split second to flip me around, before shoving himself back inside. I stifled a small grunt, staring directly into his eyes. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, cutting off my breathing.

I tried to get away but without the use of my hands, It was useless.

"C'mon bitch." He grows. "Cry."

His grip tightened. I choked, breathing slowly becoming harder and harder to do. He thrust into harder than I was used to taking.

"I hope you die, motherfucker." I choked.

He laughed. He let go of my throat, and I gasped for air. He dug his nails into my hips, slamming into me. I groaned softly, leaning my head back against the wall. It hurt.

He slapped me across the face again, his nails grazing my cheek.

"God, how do you function with a dick this small?"

He grabbed my hair, jerking my head to the side. He sunk his teeth into my neck. I couldn't help but scream. It fucking hurt. He pulled away, releasing me. There was blood on his lips.

I closed my eyes. I was crying. That's what he wanted. I didn't want to give it to him. But I couldn't help it.

He was close. I could tell. His thrusts were more violent and frantic. It was only a few seconds before I felt him finish. He dropped me to the floor.

"I told you I'd make you cry."

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oof lmao

~xxLux