Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Eyed Angel ❯ The House ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter: 3
Rated: NC-17 (rape, 13x4)

"Here we are," Trieze drove in front of an old crusty building. It must have been shut down ages ago because the paint was peeling from it. "It used to be a theatre back in the twenties but now it's all ours. At least we had use for it when the town didn't."

Quatre eyed the building from Trieze car. It did look much like a large Broadway theatre where great talent would be housed many years ago. Now it was holding dancers and performers of a different kind.

He was deep in the "bad" part of town.

Loud pulsing music was booming from inside. "There's always a party going on!" Trieze laughed. Quatre twitched. "Don't worry. If it's your privacy you're worried about than it's privacy you're going to get." He began to circle the building and find his way around to the back parking.

"Privacy is a big part of it," Quatre agreed. "But I'm more worried about my identity. I don't want anyone to know who I am."

"Of course," Trieze grinned. He had his own garage in the back of the club. Quatre was very pleased that his car's windows were tented. He was even more pleased when Trieze showed him a bit of gratitude by shutting the garage door. It was safe for him to come out. "C'mon, I'll show you around."

There were several empty hallways in "The House" as Trieze called it. They all looked as if at one point they were glamorous and decorated and well light but now they were trashed like worn out stars to old to shine.

"That's the main theatre over there," Trieze pointed in the way the pounding music was coming. "We cleared out the seats and found the place was huge! I can see everything from balcony along with security and a few friends. That's where everyone meets their mates and rent the public rooms. I usually have one or two whores out there picking"-he stopped seeing Quatre's uncomfortable gaze-"You wont work out there. No, you get a private room and I'll bring the customers to you."

"How much?" Quatre interrupted.

"Excuse me?"

"How much are we charging?"

Trieze let another cruel smirk cross his face. "Well… I don't know just yet. I need to think about it."

The hallways were all empty and dead and old. Everything was empty except the noises. There was music pulsing from every room. It disturbed Quatre to hear the sessions taking place in the rooms around him. He didn't belong here. He was afraid. Trieze lead him to a hall that was completely red. The walls, the bench, the flowers, the flowerpot, the tiny table, the light, the door and the doorknob were blazing red. It was hard to see and made Quatre dizzy.

"Here we are," Trieze unlocked the door at the very end of hallway.

He looked around the room he was being introduced to. It looked like a regular apartment but covered in red. Quatre felt blinded by all the bright pigments. The room was complete with a bathroom and closet. In the middle of the chamber was a large circular bed with red bedding and pillows. A red mosquito net curtain surrounded its circular frame.

The only window was the fire escape window in the bathroom. The light was blaring red. In fact the only real light in the room was the one in the bathroom. It was the only clear atmosphere his eyes could stand.

Quatre pulled back the net to look over the bed and found it quite inviting. "Wow…" he muttered feeling the silky surface. "It's like royalty."

"You like it?" Trieze grinned.

"I like the bed," he admittedly didn't like the color of the room but the bed was nice. He spread his hands over the surface and stretched over it until he was lying face down. His feet dangled off the end.

"How old are you anyway?" Trieze wondered. Secretly he backed into the door and locked it from behind.

Quatre sighed rising and kneeling on the end. "My age doesn't really matter does it?"

"Oh no! No, of course not," Trieze said playfully as he approached the bedside and sat with him. "I'm just curious."

"I'm old enough," Quatre warned him. "I'm not a child I'm fifteen."

"Well you have quite the baby face. I easily took you for a twelve-year-old. Now, I have to tell you that I have some rules. Because you're new you might not know the safety measures."

"Like what!" he was listening. He had to know! If anything put him danger it put his sisters and his good name in danger as well.

"Like, telling a customer your real name," Trieze watched him carefully. "Don't ever tell them your real name. It gets them upset. Too the john you are nothing but a piece of ass and that's the way they want to keep it. You're a nameless face of pleasure. I'm not going to lie to you. You're dealing with some messed up fellows here who find comfort in being the only official human beings in bed."

Quatre was disturbed. He was twice as afraid now that he knew he was dealing with people who were considerably "messed up". He was trying constantly to figure out how to restore his dignity after he got over his acts but now he realized that when he was working he had to loose all dignity and become nameless.

"You need a nickname. These party-guys and club-freaks love nicknames. They like anything with a theme. I'll figure something out for you. Also, don't ask for the money. I'll take care of the business and give you your pay. But don't ask for any directly. You have to know how to talk to them or else they will cheat you out of the amount you asked. Believe me, I know how to deal with these guys."

Quatre thought back to the train station bathroom. He was street stupid and vulnerable. No wonder he got cheated. But he shouldn't feel to bad because so were those guys in the alley. How stupid of them to pay the money forward when he could just run away with it.

`Oh! But I got caught!' Quatre's thoughts reminded him. `I am stupid. I need Trieze more than anything.'

"But what about the customers," Quatre asked directly. "You said you'd pick them for me. How do you know if the person you pick isn't someone I know?"

"I was thinking about it," Trieze lowered his brows. "Do you see that T.V. up there?" He nodded to the tiny set hanging out of the wall from the corner. "It's hooked up to security. I'll bring the guys to my office and you can get a look at them. I'll check up on you to ask you if you know them. Don't forget to turn it on after every session, the remotes in the nightstand. Channel two is security."

Quatre liked the idea. He was glad he brought up his situation. He felt invisible and protected for some reason. No one would know his true name or his identity. He felt a bit safer than he did coming in. But he still had the empty pit in his gut telling him he was in danger. That sinking fear that something was going to happen to him. But he ignored it. Everything was okay. Trieze had thought of everything. "Well, now that we're here and on the subject," Quatre turned and sat Indian style, facing Trieze. "Can we discuss how much I get paid?"

Trieze chuckled. "It depends on the product."

"Product?" he hated that Trieze was now referring to him as a product. But right as he asked Trieze took him by his shoulders and laid his head down on the pillows. His eyes grew wide and his guts twisted. "What are you doing?"

"Shh…" Trieze hissed and pressed his tongue to Quatre's under aged cheek.

Quatre squealed and tried to push him away. He was in danger. "NO!" He tried to push him away. He was stupid. He walked right in the room. He let him trap him. Now he was being pressured. Now he wasn't safe.

Trieze caught him by his wrists and pinned his hands to the bed. "Calm down!" He commanded viciously. His fortitude voice struck fear in his prey. "You'll like it. Trust me."

This was so awkward! This was so wrong. So many things were running through Quatre's head. This wasn't for him. "No! Trieze please! I'm not here for that!" Trieze felt a bit disappointed. "You're not here for what?"

Quatre was on the verge of tears. "I don't want it to go that far! I'll do the stuff with my mouth but I don't want to do what you want to do."

Trieze's kind face melted into an evil glare. "WHAT!" through-gritted teeth he snarled. "That's not where all the money goes damn it! If you want cash you're going to have to do everything the client says!" He took Quatre's wrists and twisted them together and held them close to his chest. Quatre squealed when his arms were twisted. "If they ask for some you'll give them some! And they will be rough! And they will hurt you! So would you rather loose it to ME or to some punk who wont show you mercy?"

"NO!" Quatre cried. He didn't want any part of it anymore. He could go without water to save him from this. "NO! Please! I don't want to!" His voice was full of dread.

Trieze lost all patients with the boy. With one hand he held Quatre's twisted arms to his chest. His free hand swung far back behind him and backhanded the child so hard his face snapped in the direction he slapped it. "I SAID CALM DOWN!"

Quatre's face burned. He's screams were choked by his shock. He couldn't believe Trieze was willing to hit him.

"There," Trieze said calmly. "Much b-" He was interrupted when something hard pounded into the small of his back. With some fight still left in him Quatre began kneeing Trieze in the back doing all he could to free his aching arms.

"STOP! NO!" he tossed his upper body from side to side to wiggle free.

"Damn you!" Trieze boomed. He reached across the bed for something to aid him but felt another kick in the side that caused him to fall sideways. And free Quatre's arms.
Quatre was quick to make his get away. He leaped from the bed only to topple at the foot to the floor. He tried to spring to the door but Trieze was in hot pursuit. He could have escaped if it weren't for the fact that the door was locked.

He felt his muscular arms wrap around him and trap him. He tried to escape but couldn't. Trieze was so strong that he lifted him off the ground, kicking and screaming and carried him to the bed. He threw him on the sheets so hard that he bounced once then tried to escape again by scrambling off the opposite side of the bed. But Trieze caught him by the ankle and yanked his whole body back easily. He put one knee on Quatre's back to pin him down.

He started struggling again Trieze forced him back in his place, on his back and over the pillows and slapped something cold and metal around his wrists. Quatre searched the pillows for what ever it was holding him down. A pair of handcuffs was attached to the bed head post was holding him against his will. They were red, just like everything else.

Quatre fought against the restraints but now both of Trieze's hands were free. Quatre's legs were pinned under his molester's legs.

Trieze could work at peace. He took advantage of his freedom and began undoing the buttons on Quatre's shirt. Quatre cried. He felt so helpless and it was frustrating.
Slowly his chest showed from the white polyester. Trieze was hypnotized. "Very nice," he purred. Quatre wasn't sure if he was complimenting or trying to insult him further. He felt his stable mind leave him as his upper body was exposed. Trieze's eyes burned into his naked flesh, those hungry eyes so full of greedy lust.

His cold hands ran all over Quatre bare chest making him flinch. Nobody's ever touched him like this before. No one was supposed to! He was exposed.

"Wow," Trieze soaked in the vision of his new toy looking so helpless. "You're an angel."

Quatre choked and cried. He stopped screaming finding all hope for a savoir lost. Trieze's greedy hand dug into his khaki pants and cupped his cock. Quatre screamed at the feel of those ice-cold claws gripping his most personal area. He was violated. The fear and humiliation of his most secret areas in the hands of the maniac were unbearable.

Trieze brought both Quatre's knees up his sides and under his arms so he could hold them in place and remove his pants. Quatre couldn't kick, at least not hard enough, because Trieze held his legs straight and had locked them. It was hard to move but he kept twisting his body the best he could without the help of his limbs.

Trieze found his smaller shaft amusing. It was the same color as the rest of his body but Quatre's pigments were distorted thanks to the blaring red light. His skin looked pink. The blonde, barely visible thin hairs at the base of his area were orange like the hair on his head.

He placed his fingers on it delicately and stroked its head gently causing Quatre to jump. He laughed maliciously. It felt good to be in control. It felt good to own. It felt powerful to make him cry of humiliation.

He lifted Quatre's legs high in the air, gripping them by the ankles. He spread them and stared at his prey's exposed areas. "Please no! Please no!" His pleads only encouraged to him.

Trieze leaned down and began tasting the effect his tongue had on Quatre' innocent, untouched head and managed to make the poor boy's face burned with anger. Quatre's back arched and his chest rose into the air. But he didn't enjoy it. He was to scare to enjoy it. His breath got faster.

Trieze turned him over, causing Quatre's arms to cross. Trieze shoved his ass in air and sat on his calves to keep him in position. Quatre hated not being able to move where he wanted. He hated Trieze forcefully restricting him and fought against it. "NO! Please!"

Trieze growled, "If you would just relax you'd like it!" He began undoing his on shirt and tossed it aside. He took something from the nightstand drawer but Quatre couldn't see over the thick pillows. He tried to peek over his shoulder but his head could only bend so far.

Trieze squeezed the clear gel from the bottle and let it warm on his fingers. "Are you paying attention, Angel?" Quatre `s gaze was blurry from trying to stare over his bare shoulder. He shut his eyes immediately because Trieze's nudity startled him.

"You have to make sure your customer gets this laxative out of the drawer and use it. Or else it wont be easy or as pleasant for either one of you." He crouched back down behind him and spread the gel around Quatre's tiny virgin opening.

Quatre heart pounded. `This is too much' he whined in his mind. `Oh God! Make it stop!' Trieze entered his finger into his tight entrance. A mind-numbing jolt of pain sprang through Quatre's terrified little body making him scream loudly. "NO! MAKE IT STOP! HELP ME!"

"Shh… calm down." Another finger went in, and another. Working into his pain. His legs and arms were tied. All he could do was bite a pillow. Bite through the pain! Tears streamed down his cheeks. He couldn't kick anymore. There was this striking numbing pain going down both his legs, turning them into goo and making them useless.

Treize was tired of this. Angel would only be a virgin for so long and his fingers might have already broken that tight little band that made virgins worthwhile. HE wanted to take him, not his fingers.

He quit the foreplay and exposed enough of his thighs to take the sweet ass before him.

Quatre thought he finally got a break and started to catch his breath and gather himself after his ordeal. But just when he thought he was safe something much harder and much longer then the fingers went into his backside. Quatre's body stopped all together. It was a horrified choking pause. `I'm not ready' his thoughts screamed. `I'm not ready!'

His muscles snapped and adjusted but his nerves stung. It burned just as much as it felt heavy. He could feel it making room inside him. He could feel it controlling his shape. His ass responded submissively to Treize by giving him a smooth, tight house to store himself in.

The feeling of being connected to another human being like this sickened Quatre! But only Treize could make it worse by humping him. Just having his shaft shoved inside him was painful enough but now Treize was attempting to move. For Quatre it was like trying to run with a broken ankle, his body demanded support but he could handle it.

At first it was slow and silent. Treize was enjoying every minute of it and Quatre could only gasp. He was in too much pain to scream. Then he got faster and Quatre remained panting and gasping until an out break of tears caused him to become much louder.

He got close to the bars and gripped the steel tightly not wanting to hurt more. He didn't have enough energy to scream. All he wanted was some relief from agonizing pain. He bit down on the pillows trying to bite through the pain. Treize had a habit of hitting very sensitive spots in his body that he didn't know existed and there were so many of them. His crying was interrupted by a painful scream at every other second.
Treize was in heaven! Nothing could stop him. He was king! His trusts were so powerful and so conquering. He used all his strength all his energy. Everything about Quatre's weakness drove him made and he wanted to savoir his agonizing screams. His thrust became long and hard. Quatre felt like dieing as Treize hit his limits and screamed in success.

Treize sighed coming back to reality and decided to check on his receiver. Quatre was exhausted. All his energy went to his tears as he shivered and whimpered in his own puddle of pity in the pillows. Treize removed himself and flopped on his own side of the bed.

`It's over,' Quatre thought feeling his sanity slowly returning. `It's over.' He slowly began to pull himself together.

After about an hour of recovery Treize reached over and unlocked him. Quatre took back his hands to message his wrist but didn't try to move the rest of his body. Every nerve in his body stung with hate. His throat felt like stones, he couldn't talk or breathe. He was humiliated.

Treize notice the stream of blood oozing from Quatre back end and gathered the energy to get paper towels and clean his mess. He wiped Quatre clean than spoke to him a gentle caring voice, much different than they one he used when taking him. "Are you alright?" He purred. "My little Angel."

Quatre couldn't bear to look at this man. He was disgraced!

Treize pulled the covers from under him and cover him up to let him sleep peacefully in the royal bed. " You can stay here till you're ready to leave," he whispered. Quatre was all but peaceful and didn't respond.

Treize returned after an hour. Quatre had finally worked up enough nerve to speak. "I need to use your phone," he announced. His voice was raspy and weak.

Treize pulled a cell phone from his back pocket. "You can use my cell. The House doesn't have a phone line."

Quatre ignored him trying to keep his eyes away from him. He took the phone underneath the blankets with him so he could have some privacy. There was no answer at home, the mechanical voice of his mother responded from the answering machine. Rue knows not to answer the phone when he's not there so he expected it. He called to her through the machine. "Rue," he sounded like he had been crying so he tried to change his tone. "Rue, pick up the phone. It's Quatre."

It took her a while to answer. She must have been busy with something at the time. "Hello," she said in her cheerful voice. At least she had a good day. She would never know how much it meant to him that she was feeling happy.

"Rue, I need you to watch Pearl tonight. I'm not coming home till tomorrow."
"Why not?" she sounded disappointed and he hated disappointing her.

"I just can't," he said. He felt the pain that he could never tell anybody where he was or what he had done. "I'm sorry"

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because… because I still haven't found a job." He needed a job badly. Even if he could get the money the social workers were not going to let him keep his sisters unless he had an occupation. But couldn't let them know about this job. He wasn't coming back to The House! Ever! He'd never see Treize again! "I'll be home tomor-"
He was cut off. A mechanical lady that was not his mother spoke to him and said, "We're sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service." She kept repeating herself before he realized what had gone wrong… he had a phone bill to pay as well.