Title: Saving Ville chapter 8
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Rating: R I think
Pairing: Vam. Duh….
Warning: AU, angst, rape/non-con, hurt/comfort
Summary: When an American skater finds a broken and abused man in the slums of Helsinki, will he be able to put him together again?</span>

Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I only own the plot.

A/N: Hey all thanks for your support! Because I couldn’t update for so long, I’ve made this a longer chapter for you guys.

Title: Saving Ville

Chapter: 6

Author:

Rating: NC – 17 for this chapter.

Pairing: Vam, duh….

Summary: When an American skater rescues an abused man in the slums of Helsinki, can he help him put his life back together?

AN: thank you everyone for all you amazing reviews and support, this is dedicated to everyone who has encouraged me to keep going with this story!

Chapter 6

Title: saving ville
Author:<*j user="jimisgirl4eva">
chapter: 4 and 5
Rating: R
Pairing: vam
Summary: When an american skater finds an abused man in the slums of Helsinki, will he be able to help him?
A/N: hey evryone thanks for all your support, heres chapter 4 and 5!

TITLE: Saving Ville prologue, 1, 2, and 3
AUTHOR: <lj user="jimisgirl4eva">
RATING: R
SUMMARY: When an american skater finds a broken abused man in the slums of Helsinki, will he be able to put the pieces together again?
DISCLAIMER: Why would I be playing ont he computer if I owned theses men?
AN: Hey everyone, Im posting this here as well because some people havent been able to get the story on Vam. I posting it in a block of all the chapters so far because I'm lazy....Thanks everyone for all your support!

Prologue

I’ve always had a pretty simple life. I knew I wanted to be a skater when I was as young as six. I’ve always skated, it’s my therapy for the other shit I the world.

When I was older, and after a few failed relationships, I realized girls were too complicated for me, and then I noticed how I was staring at the guys. Everyone knows I’m gay, they just don’t care.

I became famous on my show Jackass, but soon gave that up. Fame was too much for me, I couldn’t act like myself. My best friend since we were kids, Ryan Dunn, told me to come with him to Finland for a while, just to chill out and enjoy ourselves without cameras around, even though neither of us knew the language. So we put our lives on hold for a little while, and went touring round Finland, ending up in a little town called Helsinki.

I’ve been here with Ryan for around a month, and we kept to ourselves, just hanging out at bars and getting drunk all the time. I haven’t had a problem here until one night, only one night it took for my simple world to get turned upside down, that one night my world collided with that of a broken young man.


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I’ve never had a simple life or a fun life or hell, even a normal life. I’ve never really had a chance to have a life. All I have known since I was eighteen has been pain and humiliation.

It all started after my father died when I was fourteen years old. My mother was lonely and she started to see this man, she fell in love with this man named Mark. I hated him. I hated the way he looked at me when my mom wasn’t looking; it was like how a hawk looks at a mouse right before he swoops down and eats it. He always ignored me when she was around and when she wasn’t I would always make sure to be at a friends house so I didn’t have to face him.

Mark and my mom ended up getting married when I was seventeen and I had no way of escaping him. He was a drunk, he owned a bar called Dead End, and when he wasn’t drinking there, he was doing it at our home. I wasn’t happy, I was so furious I threatened to run away, and if I had known how my life would turn out to be in the next few years I would have. But I didn’t and I pay for it every night.

I graduated from high school and that summer my mom got sick and died. I planned to move to London to get a decent job, so I packed up, and said goodbye to my friends. But I never made it out of the house. I don’t remember how it happened but when I woke up I was in a small, locked room with nothing but a dirty mattress and a blanket. I was also naked and chained by my neck to the wall. The chain was just long enough to allow me out of bed and across the room but not long enough for me to reach the door. I soon discovered I was in the basement of Mark’s bar and I was to become a pleasure toy for Mark or whoever paid him the highest for the night. It was the same few people every night as not many people knew I was down here.

So here I’ve been for the past seven years as Mark’s dirty little whore of a secret, without any hope, always wishing for death. Until one night, one night when my world got turned right again, the night my world collided with that of a crazy American with eyes the colour of the sky.

Chapter 1


Bam was just skating down the half pipe trying to do a trick when the phone ringing interrupted his concentration.

“Shit,” he muttered as he dropped the board and made his way over to his mobile “hello?”

“Hey Bam, man what are you doing?” came Ryan’s exuberant voice over the line. Ryan wasn’t always this lively; he was usually a grumpy shit, actually and it was something Bam just didn’t understand, it wasn’t normal to be that quiet all the time.

Ryan sighed, “Ryan, what am I doing every time you call and say ‘hey Bam what are you doing’?”

“Ummm…skating?…”

“Well that’s exactly what I was doing before you interrupted me, do you need something?”

“Ok I’m just going to ignore your shitty attitude for the moment and tell you about this
guy I met…”

Bam smirked “How sweet Ryan, I didn’t know you turned gay on me, can I give myself the credit for that?” Bsm silently laughed, he knew how much Ryan hated to be called gay. Ryan was just fine hanging out with gay people but when someone referred to him as gay, well that was just stepping too far on his masculinity.

“Shut up and stop interrupting me, you wanker! Now listen I met this friend of Karls when I was out last week with Karl and he seemed really nice, he has been looking to hook up with someone and I thought…”

“Oh no, fuck no! Ryan you are not setting me up on a date again. Do you remember what happened last time, the guy was a freak, he had this hair fetish that was not at all normal, I couldn’t wait for the night to get over so I could get away from him…”

“Bam…”

“…and then there was that ‘friend’ you worked with. I still can’t to this day figure out if he was really a man or not…”

“Bam!”

“…I mean honestly Ryan where do you find these people …” Bam was now pacing up and down his skate ramp. He knew Ryan meant well, trying to set him up on dates so he wouldn’t be so lonely, but Bam would rather have been lonely than go through another episode of Ryan’s blind date game from hell.

“Bam, stop and listen to me.” When Ryan didn’t hear anything on the other end of the line he continued. “Dave is a really nice guy…”

“That’s what you said the last time.”

“Well, Ok but I mean it this time, and I have met him so I know he isn’t freaky or some crazy guy with a crazy fetish.”

“Ryan, didn’t you meet the other guys first also?”

“.....”

“Well?”

“Um, yeah Bam, but that’s not the point.” Bam rolled his eyes; this conversation was beginning to give him a headache. “Look, Ryan, I appreciate what you’re trying to do but the answer is no.”

“Right, ok, that’s fine…except, see I already told him you would meet him Friday night…”

“What!” Bam roared into the phone. His pacing had stopped and now he was just standing still in the middle of the ramp.

“Look it’s not what you think, you won’t be alone, see Karl, Dave and I are going out to the bar and all you have to do is come along with us, it’s not a date or anything see, it’s just four guys going to the bar and if two of them happen to hook up at the end of the night than so be it.” Ryan said smugly.

“You’re a bastard Random you know that?” Bam said as he slumped down on the paint covered cement. There was no way in hell he was going out with them on Friday. He just wanted to spend tomorrow night eating and surfing the web. Right that’s what he would tell Ryan. Ryan could make excuses to the other guys, just tell them he was sick or something. That would work! Because there was no way, positively no way that he was going to do this again.


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Bam could feel Ryan’s smirk on him as he walked across the parking lot toward the entrance of J’s Bar. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this again.”

Ryan laughed “Well you know me and my charm” At Bam’s snort he continued, “Anyway you have been kind moody lately, you need to get laid my friend.”

“What I need is to make it through this night without another embarrassing episode.” Bam said while looking meaningful at Ryan.

“Don’t worry man; I got your back, that’s what friends are for after all.” Ryan stated as he swung his arm around Bam’s shoulders and led the reluctant man inside.



As it turned out Dave was not all that bad, but the night was still young. Bam still had a few hours to find something wrong with him. After a round of awkward introductions, the four men had moved to a booth at the back of the bar with their beers. They talked small talk about work, booze, and really anything that came to mind to keep the conversation going. Dave always seemed to bring the conversation back to football which was something Bam just wasn’t interested in.

Bam suddenly realized the others were staring at him, “What I’m sorry, did you say something?” He had been zoned out, staring at his beer on the table, not paying attention to the conversation.

“Yes, I asked if you wanted another beer, it’s my turn to buy this round.” Dave asked from across the table.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I would love another one, thanks.” Bam gave Dave a small smile which was immediately returned before he made his way through the crowd toward the bar.

“Well…so what do you think about Dave?” Karl asked from his place across from Ryan. Bam just shrugged.

“Oh come on man, quit looking for something wrong with the bloke, he really is a nice guy,” Ryan pleaded with Bam.

“I know he is, he would be a good friend but that’s all, I don’t think I could feel anything toward him more than friendship, plus he is really not my type.” Bam answered as nicely as he could, in truth Dave was just pure boring to him. Granted it wasn’t fair to judge him within a few hours of meeting him but still, it wasn’t going to happen.

“Not your type, he has a dick and no boobs, what else do you want?” Karl asked rolling his eyes.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe a personality, do you realize he keeps talking about sports every few minutes…” Bam trailed off as he saw Dave walking back toward their booth with four beers in his hand.

“So I miss anything interesting?” Dave asked upon settling back in his chair. “I was just watching the hockey game up there…”

As he continued to talk, the other three were hard pressed not to look at each other and laugh.



The night passed painfully slow for Bam, and after a conversation about the statistics of baseball it was his turn to buy the next batch of beers. He took a seat at the end of the bar to wait for the long line to lessen. A burst of drunken laughter made him look over at the table a few feet away from him.

“…about six or seven years” a man slurred.

“Yep and still after all this time his ass is still the tightest, sweetest thing I’ve ever had.” Slurred another man at the table. This statement caused a cheer and another round of laughter from the group of men. There were three men sitting at the table. The one closest to Bam was a tall, skinny man with a pointy face. He looked like one of those slimy men in movies who could befriend you one moment and then turn around and throw a knife with deadly accuracy into your heart the next. The man next to him dwarfed him in appearance. This man looked like he weighed close to three hundred pounds, with two hundred and ninety nine of it due to the muscles. He reminded Bam of a pro-wrestler that took too many steroids. The last man was nothing to be impressed with, he was of normal height and weight for a 40 some year old man, but it was his expression that made him fit in with the other two. He bore a look of ‘if you even look at me the wrong way your dead’. All three men were red in the face from all the beer they had drunk.

bam turned his back to them but continued to listen to the conversation. It was hard to follow as the men slurred so much but what he got out of it was that they had fucked someone and liked it.

“It’s the most satisfying when the little whore is crying and begging for you to stop, but of course you never do, because who would want to, I mean I just want to fuck the kid over and over again till there is nothing left of him, hahaa!” the big man said.

Bam’s eyebrows rose at this. What the hell, it sounds like they had raped someone, many times. The thought that they had hurt someone like that sickened Bam, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as the men got up from the table and steadied themselves on their feet.

“Well I’m off to Dead End to…play.” Said the mean looking one with an evil sneer.

“Give our love to the kid…” Bam heard as the men stumbled from the bar out into the chilly night air.

The conversation had left Bam feeling very confused and sad for a kid he didn’t even know. He though about calling the police but then thought better of it, besides what good would it do, he had no proof besides that of three overly drunken men’s conversation. After collecting four beers, he headed back to the table.

“Took you long enough!” Karl slurred and pounded his fist onto the table which made it land in the peanut bowl, spilling all of them into his lap “Oops!”

Bam didn’t respond, only handed out the beers and looked toward the door, his mind still on the man.

“Hey man, you ok?” Ryan asked with concern on his face. He pulled at Viggo’s shoulder to get the man to face him.

“Yeah, just tired…actually I’m not feeling so good, I think I’ll just head home, sorry guys.” Bam softly replied as he got up and put his coat on.

“That’s ok; we should probably call it a night anyway before we can’t drive home...” Ryan trailed off looking at Karl who was still trying to put the peanuts back in the bowl. “Shit, he is not driving.”

“You know what, I walked here so I’ll take his car and drive him back home and then walk home from there.” Dave replied taking Karl’s car keys away from him.

“You sure you don’t mind?” Ryan asked.

“Heyyy! I can drive myself!” shouted Karl who was promptly ignored.

“Nope, I don’t live far from him, it was nice to meet you Bam, maybe we can all get together another time.” Dave said as he pulled Karl up from the bench. Bam nodded politely back at Dave.

“Wait I lost my keys, where did they go?” exclaimed Karl.

“I have them you drunk, let’s go.” Said Dave pulling Karl after him out of the bar leaving Ryan and Bam behind listening to Karl’s fading shouts that Dave was a thief.

“Well you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Ryan asked once they had managed to stagger to their rented apartment.

“Nothing, I really am just tired.” Bam lied and hoped Ryan would drop it, which thankfully he did.

“Ok well then, I’ll stop by tomorrow sometime.” At Bam’s nod he started to walk to his room but turned around and said “And I promise not to set you up on anymore dates…for a while.”

Bam smirked at him and turned to go to the bathroom when a thought occurred to him. “Hey Random?” When Ryan turned back to him he asked, “Have you ever heard of a place called Dead End?”

“Um, yeah, it’s a bar, why?

“Why have we never gone there?”

“It doesn’t have a very good reputation, it’s in the bad part of town, lots of bad shit happens there.” Ryan explained as he walked over to his room. “Goodnight Bam!”

“Yeah, goodnight Random.” Bam replied as he pondered over Ryan’s words about Dead End.

Chapter 2

Ville was currently slouched in a corner of the room with a dirty, ratty blanket wrapped around him to try and starve off the chilly air. He couldn’t decide if his shivering was due to the cold or the unease of waiting he experienced mostly every night. Waiting to hear the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, signaling someone was about to come in the room. It was about getting to that time when one of the men would usually come for him. Or so he thought, he had lost all concept of time; he didn’t even know what day it was or how long he had been here; rotting in this small room.

All he saw day after day was the flickering lamp on the ceiling that cast a week light into the middle of the room and the mattress that was lying on the floor across from him. He never lay on the mattress if he had a choice; it was covered in sperm, blood, sweat, and tears, the latter three a product of his own body.

He hated to look at it; it reminded him of the night this whole nightmare had started…


~~Flashback~~


The first thing Ville realized as consciousness returned to him was that he was cold and there was a throbbing pain in his head. As he opened his eyes fully he realized that he was lying face down on a mattress. He sat up slowly and waited for the dizzy spell to end and when it did he almost wished he was still unconscious. His heart sank into his stomach as he realized he was naked and the cold thing on his body was a chain around his neck. He followed the length of it with his eyes and saw the end connected to the wall above him.

It took about two minutes till full blown panic set in. He grabbed at the offending metal and pulled as hard as he could to try and dislodge it from around his neck; it didn’t budge. Next he scrambled off the mattress and over to the wall to see if he could pull it off the wall; no luck either. He sank down to the floor with tears running down his face and for the first time looked at his surroundings. There was nothing but a door at the other end of the room.

Getting back to his feet he walked across the room but was roughly jerked back by the neck when he was half way across the room. Ville reached out his hand as far as he could but came up about three feet short of reaching the handle. He fell to his knees and started to sob at this cruel joke. He didn’t know what the hell was going on but he wanted it to stop, he was suppose to be on his way to London right now.

“Well, look here, sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up.”

Ville’s head snapped up, he hadn’t heard the door open, but now he was suddenly face to face with his captor; his step father. “Mark?” Ville asked as he scrambled backward away from the man who was leaning in the doorway.

“In the flesh.”

“What’s going on? Why am I here like this? Let me go!”

“Oh, but that would be no fun,” said Mark with an evil smirk as he stepped into the room, causing Ville to scoot back further. “See your mother made me promise her that I would help you find your way in life and I agreed, I’m going to help you to become what you were made for…every night for as long as that beauty of yours remains.”

Ville felt sick to his stomach, with all those looks Mark had secretly given him for the past four years, he knew instantly what Mark was talking about, he knew what was going to happen and he’d be damned if he was going to let it happen.

“Don’t talk about my mother you bastard!” Ville screamed as he lunged at Mark. It was something Mark expected but he was to slow to stop the fist that connected to his cheekbone.

“You little shit!” he yelled as he grabbed Ville’s arms and flung the kid onto the mattress. He rolled Ville onto his stomach, taking one arm and twisting it up behind Ville’s back and with his other free hand, grabbed at the boys brown curls and pushed the kids face into the mattress. Ville struggled beneath him until he pushed his elbow into Ville’s spine, knowing his back still bothered him from when he had damaged it a few years back.

Ville cried out at the pain and stopped struggling, with his head still throbbing from when he had woken up, he was quickly loosing energy. The elbow was taken away leaving Ville panting heavily as the body on top of him was crushing his lungs.

“I think I’ll start showing you your worth right now.” Whispered Mark into Ville’s ear.

Ville’s blood chilled at those words and paralyzed his body. He felt Mark moving above him and soon saw a pair of pants flung to the floor out of the corner of his eye and a shirt quickly follow it before the heavy weight returned.

“Stop, please!” Ville cried out as he felt Mark knee his legs apart and slide a hand over the globes of his butt. He became tense as one of Marks fingers circled his virgin entrance.

“So beautiful and all for me,” stated Mark as he roughly thrust the finger all the way inside. Ville felt the piercing burn and started to cry in earnest, begging and pleading for Mark to stop. But Mark ignored him and pulled his finger out only to thrust three of them in at once. OVille screamed as he felt the fingers moving inside of him, he tried to wiggle away from the evading fingers but Mark’s grip on his arm was still tight.

Mark suddenly pulled his fingers from Ville’s body and flipped the kid onto his back, straddling his chest and pinning Ville’s arms above his head. This change in position brought Marks massive erect cock right in front of Ville’s face. “Suck me!” he ordered harshly.

ville clamped his mouth shut and turned his head to the side, struggling against Mark again. He saw Mark reach over and pick something up off the floor; it was his belt from his pants. Then Mark wrapped it around his wrists and slipped it though a link in the chain far above his head, effectively binding Ville’s hands to the chain. Ville was still struggling now, calling for help.

“Help me! Somebody please help!” he cried out until Mark slapped him hard across the face, snapping his head to the side. Ville tasted blood and he knew that Mark had just split his lip open.

“No one can hear you, whore! You are so far in the basement under my bar that no one will ever hear you. You can scream and cry all you want but right now I can think of a much better use for that mouth of yours.” He saw all the hope and resistance drain out of the kid’s eyes and then grabbed the kid’s hair and yanked his head up so Ville’s mouth was right in front of his waiting cock. “If you bite me or I even feel any teeth, I’ll pull all of them out one by one, do you understand? He waited for Ville’s tearful nod before he pried the kid’s mouth open and thrust inside the hot cavern.

Ville gagged as Mark’s dick hit the back of his throat. Mark thrust in and out rapidly; angling Ville’s head just right so he could easily slid his dick all the way down the kid’s throat. “Oh God, fuck yeah! Ohhhhhhh. So sweet, that mouth was made for sucking and you had better suck well, it’s the only type of lube you’re getting.”

Ville’s eyes got wide at this and his heart started to pump faster. There was no way this was happening, he would soon wake up and discover he was safe in London.

Ville suddenly realized the wet, strangled noises he had been hearing were coming from him. He was choking on Mark’s cock. He had tears running down his face from lack of oxygen as Mark never pulled out long enough for him to catch a breath. Just as Ville thought he was going to pass out, Mark slid out of his mouth with a wet pop.

Ville coughed and gasped in a lungful of air. He felt Mark slid down his body and he put up another struggle as Mark tried to pry his legs apart, but was quickly overpowered. His legs were lifted up and placed around Marks waist. Another surge of panic broke out within Ville as he felt Mark’s arousal at his entrance.

“Please don’t do this, please! Ville begged as he cried harder.

“I have been waiting years for this moment,” Mark said as he gripped Ville’s hips with bruising force. “And I intend to enjoy it.” With that said he forcefully thrust past the guardian ring and into Ville’s tight ass. Then he quickly pulled all the way out only to thrust back in again and again and again.

Ville screamed loudly. He was on fire. He had never before experienced so much pain; he could feel his flesh tearing where Mark was pounding into him. It felt like Mark was trying to wedge his body in two. He screamed until his voice grew horse. He was crying so hard he couldn’t get in a deep breath; every one of Mark’s pounding thrusts caused the air to rush out of him. He could see black spots creeping along the edge of his vision, his body slowly loosing all feeling and the world around him began to slow and blur. The last thing he heard was Mark’s grunting before the blackness claimed him.


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When Ville came to for the second time that day he found himself sprawled on his back. He could feel a warm sensation on his ass and legs and when he looked down his stomach flipped at the blood and sperm he saw dripping out of him. Rolling onto his side he winced at the pain in his ass and curled up into a ball. Grabbing the blanket, he threw it over his body and started to cry.

He cried for the pain he felt.

He cried for the situation he found himself in.

He cried for his dead mum.

And he cried for his lost hope.


~~End Flashback~~


Ville was pulled out of the memory when he heard the dreaded creaking of footsteps on the old wooden staircase. His trembling increased as he tried to mold his body into the wall; pulling the blanket tighter around him as he started to hyperventilate.

He wondered who it would be that walked through the door. No man was nicer than the other; they were all cruel and took pleasure in his humiliation. He wanted nothing more than to kill every one of those men, especially Mark, for what they did to him.

But Ville knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t fight back; he had learned his lesson years ago. He knew he would just get beaten for it and then fucked anyway, struggling would just bring on more pain. Besides he didn’t believe he could if he wanted to, he was so weak from lack of food and exercise. Mark only fed him small scraps of food twice a day and with the chain around his neck he didn’t have much room to move around.

Suddenly the door flew open and slammed into the wall creating a loud bang which made Ville flinch and whimper softly. He saw, Alex, one of Mark’s friends stride into the room with an angry expression on his face.

Alex didn’t saw anything as he came before Ville and pulled him to his feet by yanking his hair. He crushed Ville to his chest and yanked his head straight back so Ville’s pale long throat was exposed to him.

“Your lucky tonight slut!” he said as he licked up and down the smooth neck. “I got a call a few minutes ago from my boss and I have to go into work tonight. That means our time together is short, unfortunately no time for rough housing tonight.” Alex threw Ville down on the mattress and proceeded to take his clothes off.

Ville felt relief wash over him at those works, tonight he just might get away with no bruises or bloodshed. He lay still where he was thrown. Knowing moving was pointless. Alex would just position Ville’s body how he wanted it anyway. And a few seconds later that’s exactly what happened.

Alex pulled Ville onto his knees with his forehead pressed into the mattress so his ass was in the air. Ville hated this position, it made his back stiff and his neck hurt and that’s exactly why Alex always chose this position most of the time.

Ville bit his lip as Alex entered him to stifle the cry of pain. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine he couldn’t feel Alex pounding into his core, couldn’t feel the hands roaming over his body, or the hot breath against his back.

Alex was close to his release, he increased his speed, thrusting into Ville’s heat. He reached his hand under Ville and grabbed hold of Ville’s limp penis, squeezing hard, causing Ville to cry out. Alex changed the angle of his thrusts so he would hit Ville’s prostate gland with every push forward and smiled as he felt Ville’s cock jerk within his hand.

Most of the time the men didn’t worry themselves with Ville’s release; they cared only for their own pleasure. Every once in a while, to Ville’s great humiliation, they made Ville come. Ville hated this more than anything.

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you slut? You like having my cock shoved up your ass, right?” Alex heard Ville release a shaky breath and felt his body shutter as he came in Alex’s hand. “Just like a good little whore!” Alex grabbed Ville’s curls and yanked his head back as he gave a few more powerful thrusts and released his seed into the heaving body beneath him. He held that position for a few minutes, ignoring the fact that Ville was having a hard time breathing with his head pulled back so far.

Alex pulled out of the body and started to get dressed.

“Oh by the way, the others say hi and to tell you they will see you soon.” With that said Alex walked from the room not once looking back at Ville’s sweaty body shivering in the cold night air.

Chapter 3


No matter how hard Bam tried he couldn’t get himself to concentrate on anything. He had been sitting on his ramp for around 10 minutes now and still hadn’t gotten anywhere. He blamed Ryan, if Ryan would have let him stay home yesterday night he wouldn’t have woken up with such a headache and if he didn’t have a headache he would be able to concentrate on skating.

Sighing in frustration Bam threw down his board and made his way into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. If he couldn’t skate, then what was he to do? He had slept in till noon, which was pretty early for him but he couldn’t sleep because he tossed and turned with nightmares all night.

Sipping his coffee, Bam thought back on them. They had been pretty gruesome. He had dreamt of three huge men finding a young man and raping him. They had beaten him so bad that he had blood coming out of his mouth and ears. In one of the dreams, the boy had died and yet they still continued to assault him. Bam had woken up sick to his stomach. He knew the reason he had the dreams was because of the men from the bar last night and what they had said in their drunken state.

Bam tried to get the image out of his head as he sat down in front of his computer. Ryan was always telling him he spent too much time on it but stuff him, he needed to relax.

With a few clicks of the mouse, Bam had the Google homepage popped up. He stared at the screen for a few minutes before an idea came to him, he put the cursor over the search
bar and typed in

DEAD END BAR

He scrolled through the results and found mostly Finnish advertising for it. After a few minutes he came across an interesting page. It was old newspaper articles written by a reporter about all the stuff that went on around the bar. After reading them for about half an hour, Bam knew the owners name was Mark Bradford and he had owned it for about eight years. Ryan was right; the place didn’t have a very good reputation. Bam read countless articles about all the assaults, murders, and theft around the area. It was somewhere he wouldn’t want to live, or even walk by.

Just as he was about to close the window, another newspaper title caught his eye.
It was about a missing person. Apparently Mark’s stepson had turned up missing. Bam read through the article and discovered the man’s wife had died seven years ago, leaving Mark with her eighteen year old son. The police officers on duty that night had said the kid was probably heartbroken and had run away. Mark had put up a missing persons report and told the public he would be grateful for the return of his stepson. Scrolling down the page Bam came across a small picture of Mark standing in front of his bar with some police men. It must have been taken by the reporter that night. Down the page further was the missing person’s flyer.

Bam gasped as he saw the picture of the man. He was beautiful, with soulful green eyes and a mop of chin length brown hair. He looked like a god. Bam suddenly felt his heart go out to the guy wherever he was; it was hard to lose your parent at such a young age.

A knock at the door brought Bam’s attention away from the poster. He quickly closed the internet window and looked at the clock. 5 pm.

“Shit,” he mumbled as he walked to the door. “Time flies by when you’re on that thing.”

Ryan was on the other side of the door when he opened it.

“Hey asshat, why did you lock the door? You never do that.”

“Sorry, must’ve been distracted I guess.”

“Bugger you…” Ryan asked looking grumpy but quickly turned the topic of conversation at Bam’s glare. “You look like shit today.”

“I didn’t sleep well last night, where were you all day anyway?”

“Out with some guys I met. So yeah, what’s the plan for the night?” Ryan seemed to make mates so easily here but Bam just wanted to stay away from people, he was tired of being recognized.



Bam hesitated before answering, “Well…how about we check out Dead End?”

“How about no, I‘d rather stay out of hospital thanks. Why the hell do you want to go there, Bam?”

Bam hesitated again, best friends or not how much should he tell Ryan? “I just want to check the place out, come on Random, you love this sorta shit.”

Ryan sighed. “Alright, just for a while. And you’re buying me dinner before.”

“Fine, I’ll go change.”

“Oh, Bam” Ryan called up after him. “Don’t wear nice clothes, or any jewelry, or anything that looks like you’ve got money!”


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Ville was resting in his usual corner when Mark walked into the room carrying a large chest. He set it by the door out of reach for Ville.

“As much as I would love to stay and fuck your ass, I have a long line of customers who are more important than you are, but you will have company soon and the two of them asked for some supplies to play with, so I hope you have a good night. I’ll check on you later to make sure you’re not giving them a hard time.” With that said Mark walked out and slammed the door behind him.

Ville’s stomach jerked at the thought of two men, usually when there was more than one man, a bad beating would occur before the rapes. Ville looked at the chest again with unease.

He didn’t have to wait long, about twenty minutes later two men walked in. These men scared Ville more than Mark and Alex combined. While the latter two men were cruel, these two men were downright brutal. They were complete opposites of each other. One was tall and skinny and the other was short and very muscular. Tork was the big guy and liked to inflict as much pain as possible. Harvey was the skinny one and, instead of focusing on pain like Tork, liked to concentrate on how many times he could come during their session.

“Look here Harv, looks like we got some nice toys to play with.” Tork grinned. He and Harvey were rummaging through the chest, ignoring Ville, who was breathing heavily against the wall, about to have an asthma attack. “I like these.” Tork continued pulling out a whip and various sized dildos from the chest.

“We could also use these later.” Replied Harvey pulling out handcuffs, a ball gag, and a string with pointy sized golf balls attached to it. Both men turned to Ville now and watched as the young man tried to look invisible. “Should we fuck him now or later?”

“How about now and later.” Tork replied as he walked over to Ville and pulled him up by the chain around his neck. He dragged Ville over to the mattress and pushed him down onto it. Harvey grabbed Ville’s hands and put them in the cuffs after slipping one end through the back of Ville’s collar, binding his hands to the back of his neck. Then they pushed him down onto his stomach and undressed themselves.

“I have been looking forward to this all week” Tork muttered as he pushed Ville’s legs apart and yanked his hips back slightly, preparing to breech Ville.

Ville pushed his face into the mattress and let the tears run down his cheeks, but his head was roughly yanked up and he saw Harvey sit in front of him with his legs on either side of Ville. Harvey pushed Ville’s mouth down on his cock at the same time Tork thrust into him. ville tried to cry out at this double assault but he couldn’t speak around Harvey dick in his mouth. Every time Tork thrust it would force Harvey’s dick deeper down Ville’s throat.

Ville tried to pull his head up but Harvey’s hand was clamped in his curls forcing his head up and down. Finally Harvey stiffened and Ville felt his warm seed shoot down his throat. Harvey made sure Ville had swallowed all of it before he pulled out of Ville’s mouth.

As Ville was gaining his breath back he felt Tork thrust once more and come within him.

“I swear every time I fuck this whore, it’s better than the last time.” Tork said as he yanked out of Ville and grabbed the biggest dildo he could find, which was slightly larger than his own cock. He placed in against Ville’s ass and, ignoring Ville’s cry of no, pushed it in to the hilt.

He then picked up the whip and traded places with Harvey. He pushed his foot down on Ville’s chain so he couldn’t move while Harvey kneeled on the back of his legs and grabbed the dildo, pushing it in and out.

Ville screamed as the first stroke fell and then the next and the next, it felt like his back and ass was on fire, he could feel the blood sliding off him onto the mattress.

“Stop!” he cried. “Please stop!” After a few more minutes the strokes finally ceased. Ville lay panting and crying from the pain.

“Turn him over Harv and shut the kid up.” Tork ordered. Harvey pulled the dildo out and tossed it across the room and then grabbed the ball gag and flipped Ville onto his back. He pried the kid’s mouth open and shoved the rubber ball inside, tying the straps around his head to keep it in.

Ville had started struggling the moment his abused ass and back touched the filthy mattress. He cried out in pain but it was quickly cut off when the ball was stuck in. He saw Harvey move back and the whip descending down on him again as he quickly shut his eyes.




After fifteen minutes of excruciating pain the whipping was over with and Ville was effectively covered in his own blood. He was light headed from the pain and blood loss but yet somehow he knew the guys still had more to do.

“Isn’t that the prettiest thing you ever saw?” Harvey asked as he and Tork stepped back to admire their work.

“The greatest art I’ve created yet Harv.” Tork replied slapping Harvey on the back. “What shall we do next, he could use some other colors on his body, don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah, I’d say some black and blue and he could always use more red.” Harvey said with an evil glint in his eye. He bent down and picked up the string of pointy balls.

Ville saw this and tried to squirm away from him, his ass was already raw from being fucked twice and if they put the balls into him the points would definitely rip him.

“Help me with him Tork.”

Tork came over and rolled the kid onto his stomach, and then grabbed Ville’s hips, yanking them high into the air; spreading his butt cheeks. Harvey put one of the balls again Ville’s opening and slowly pushed it all the way in. Ville cried out in pain as best as he could around the gag. He tried to fight back but Tork was holding him too tightly. Harvey poked the rest of them into Ville until the only thing left was a little piece of string. The fingers he used to push the balls in were covered in blood.
Ville was shaking and sweating by the time they dropped him back to the mattress.

“Wonderful.” Muttered Harvey as he slapped Ville harshly on the butt; causing the balls within Ville to poke him sharply. “Let’s begin.”

Ville felt the first punch fall on his stomach. He tried to curl into a ball for protection as the punches rained down on him, but every time he moved he could feel the balls in his ass ripping the skin. He was in so much pain, it hurt to breathe. He tried to just let himself slip away into darkness but the pain wouldn’t let him.

Soon he noticed the punches and kicks had stopped and one of them was taking the gag out of his mouth. He didn’t have the strength or senses to move. He felt the men roll him onto his back and spread his legs. He gave an agonized scream as the balls were quickly torn from his body. He could feel the new scarring and blood gush from his ass. The jerking movements he felt follow told him he was being fucked again…




Cold water splashing on his face brought him back to himself.

“Now we can’t have you slipping away like that slut, we aren’t finished yet!” Tork said with a laugh.

Ville didn’t know how much more he could take of this torture. His face was stiff from dried tears and blood and all he wanted to do right now was cry himself to sleep.

“No more please!” Ville pleaded in a scratchy voice. “Oh god, please, no more, please!” The men ignored him; Ville knew they would but it was worth a try.

Tork knelt between Ville’s spread legs, while Harvey straddled Ville’s chest with his back to Ville’s face so he was looking at Tork.

Ville felt his legs being pulled to his chest by Harvey so his ass was spread open to Tork. He couldn’t see what was happening but suddenly he felt two of Tork's fingers slide into his ass. He gave a moan of pain as Tork rubbed against his split ass. Another finger was added followed by another. Tork was swiftly moving his fingers in and out and then pushing in as far as he could again. Ville was crying out in pain when it suddenly dawned on him what was going to happen.

“NO!” he cried out but was once again ignored. Tork started to slide his thumb into Ville’s ass as well, causing more blood to leak out.

“The more blood you create Tork, the easier your fist will slide in!” Harvey said like he had just figured out the cure for cancer.

Ville was constantly moaning and crying out in pain. He could feel his ass rip more every time Tork tried to push his fist inside. After a few minutes he felt his muscles give way and Tork's fist rammed inside him. He gave a distressing scream before all went black…


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Ryan and Bam walked into Dead End around nine o clock at night, four hours after the torturing had started for Ville. They looked around and took in all the people; they all looked like drunken slobs. Most had ratty clothes and greasy hair and looked one step away from being homeless.

Ryan looked around with disgust and spotted an empty booth at the other side of the room, in the corner near the bar. “Let’s sit over there.” As they passed the bar and sat down they caught the attention of the bar tender. He came out from around the bar and walked over to their table.

“You new around here, I haven’t seen your faces before?” He asked gruffly.

“Nope, we were just passing by and wanted a drink.” Bam lied.

“Well what can I get you two?”

“We will have your house beer, thanks.” Ryan said. The man disappeared for a second and came back carrying two beers.

“Ok, my name is Mark, just let me know if you need anything else.” The man set the beers down and walked back to the bar. Bam continued to study the man who had lost his wife and son and wondered if maybe he didn’t have something to do with it. The buff man certainly looked like he could kill with out a second thought. Bam definitely wouldn’t trust the man.

“I still can’t figure out why the hell you wanted to come here. The place is dirty and the beer tastes like piss, we could have gone somewhere better if you wanted to drink, you know.” Ryan whined.

Bam tore his eyes off Mark and focused on Sean. “I just wanted to satisfy a curiosity of mine.”

“Well is it satisfied yet?”

“No, so stop whinging.”

Ryan huffed and settled back into the hard bench, looking around just as Bam was currently doing but finding nothing at all curious to look at.

Bam wasn’t sure what he was doing here. He really didn’t know why he even wanted to come here in the first place. Granted he was curious about it because of what the three big men had said yesterday night. But that doesn’t mean one should just go off looking for trouble.  just got more confused as he thought about it. Finally about after an hour of listening to Ryan huff and whine he was ready to go. Just as he was about to tell Ryan they could leave, a man Bam recognized walked into the bar. It was one of the three men Bam had seen from the bar last night, not the skinny one or the really huge one, but the normal looking guy with the killer look.

Bam watched as the man moved up to the bar and around it like he owned the place. Mark put down a glass he was cleaning and went over to the man. “Alex!” They embraced like best buddies do and stood close talking. They were whispering to low for Bam to hear, so he scooted closer to the bar as he pretended to listen to Ryan who was currently talking about one of his new mates’ car.

“…did Tork and Harvey arrive with…”

“Yeah they are down with the kid right now.” Was Marks reply to whatever Alex had asked.

“…not long…work…”

Bam couldn’t make sense of the conversation; something about a kid again. Could this be the same kid they had been talking about last night? Could Tork and Harvey be the other two from the bar? And the biggest one is was Mark apart of whatever they had done or were doing to the kid? Bam had so many questions and no one to ask them to. Suddenly two men came in to the room from a dark hallway in the back that Bam hadn’t seen. They were the other two Bam had seen in the bar with Alex!

“Hey! Tork, Harv over here.” Alex yelled out before the two walked behind the bar. That at least answered one of Bam’s questions. “Well…”

“Passed out the little…” Bam couldn’t hear the rest because the men burst out laughing. “…lots of blood. We have to head off to work now.” The really big man whispered. Oh god, thought Bam, had they killed someone?

“I’ll check on him before I close up for the night and make sure he is still alive.” Mark whispered to the three men. Bam had was sickened by what he had heard, even if he didn’t quite understand it, suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be as far from here as possible.

“Bam! Are you even listening to me?” asked Ryan with annoyance.

Bam looked up at Ryan with wide eyes before he quickly got a hold on himself and shrugged. “Lets go, I’m ready now.” He quickly got up and threw some money on the table then walked out with Ryan struggling to keep up. He looked around for the three men who said they had to go to work but didn’t spot them.

Once outside Ryan asked “what the hell is wrong with you, you’ve been acting really strange man.”

“Just lack of sleep, you driving or am I?”

“I’ll drive.” Ryan replied as he took the keys and followed Bam to the car.




Once they were back at Bam’s place Ryan excused himself fell onto the sofa and passed out – way too much beer.

Bam made it as far as the his bedroom door before he stopped. He knew something was going on with some kid in the basement of Marks bar. He also knew this kid was most likely dead or severally hurt. He also knew if he called the police, they would probably think he was crazy as he had no proof. He also knew he couldn’t stand to think of some poor kid in pain. He also knew he had to do something. But what could he do.

Walking back to his car, he got in and drove back to the bar. He parked across the street and waited, but for what; he wasn’t entirely sure. It was a little past midnight when he saw Mark come out and lock the door. Then Mark got into his car and drove off.

Bam knew it was now or never.