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The Queen of Hearts

Chapter nine

Madison couldn’t believe how cold it was. The night had come in quickly, brisk, dark and freezing and he could feel his legs threatening to give up as he walked. The cold ran right through him, turning his skin clammy and pale while his cheeks were tinted red.

It was his first night back at work and he was once again wearing a short skirt and a thin sweater, definitely not appropriate for the weather.

When he reached the corner, Rob was already sitting on the wall, puffing away at a cigarette and he sat next to the boy, drawing his legs up and shivering. It felt strange being back after he’d been away so long. He kept expecting Jamie to appear at any moment and sit with them, but the boy never would.

Madison had been sitting there for a few minutes, puffing on a cigarette when Maddox came round the corner, walking straight towards him. He expected the man to shout at him, demand money, but he didn’t.

“Madison,” he began, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Do one or two clients tonight, then you can go home.”

Madison nodded and the man just turned, disappearing once more.

Rob, who was still sitting next to Madison gave a snort of laughter. “That was odd. He was so afraid of losing you completely that he’s gone soft on you Maddy.”

The boy shook his head. “Don’t be stupid…it’s just…Jamie.”

Maddox had found a new boy to replace Jamie, one who was currently stood a little way down the street, arms wrapped around him to keep out the chill. He was short, barely taller than Madison, with tanned skin, light, brown hair and a cute face. He had most likely been chosen for his appeal, but he could never truly replace Jamie.

The boy looked lost. Madison figured he was seventeen or eighteen, younger than them and most likely new to the business. He would have no problem finding clients, but whether he could please them like they wanted was another matter.

It was ten minutes before a car showed up, pulling to a stop at the curb opposite where Madison sat on the wall. He glanced at Rob, before getting to his feet, then crossed to the car.

He discussed price briefly with the driver, a middle aged man with sandy blond hair, then slipped into the vehicle. The man pulled away, barely glancing at Madison as he headed up the street.

They drove for some time, about ten minutes before the blond stopped the car. Madison sat up to peer out the window, surprised to find that they were in the middle of nowhere, on the side of a thin lane surrounded with trees. The man had stopped in a small clearing off the side of the road, under the boughs of some thick, old trees.

When he turned to Madison, there was an evil smile on his face and the boy shrank back, suddenly feeling rather afraid.

“Get in the back,” the blond told him and he nodded, fumbling behind him for the door handle, planning to run as soon as he was out. But the man had other ideas.

When Madison was out of the car, he paused, searching around before taking off, but he was stopped instantly by strong hands grasping around his waist, pulling him back and a palm pressed across his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” the man teased in a deep voice. “Are you afraid? I thought we were going to have a little fun.”

The blond yanked open the back door of the car and shoved Madison in before climbing in himself and slamming the door closed. The car was big, spacious, there was almost enough room for him to stretch out on top of the boy, pinning him to the seat.

“Isn’t this what you do?” the man asked, fumbling beneath Madison’s skirt for his underwear before suddenly ripping them off in one motion, causing the fabric to pinch painfully against his skin. “You sleep with anyone who’ll pay you the right price, you little whore.”

The boy struggled furiously, squirming beneath his captor but it was no use, the man was far too strong, too heavy. He couldn’t do anything as hands turned him onto his front roughly and the blond’s weight pressed him down heavily, pushing his face into the leather of the car seat, almost making it so that he couldn’t breathe.

When he attempted to cry out, something was shoved into his mouth, a piece of cloth it seemed like and the man tied his hands behind him with a thick rope. Shortly afterwards, he heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered- something that sent chills through his body.

“Don’t you enjoy this, whore?” the blond taunted, grabbing Madison’s hips and positioning him before suddenly shoving himself inside relentlessly, revelling in the boy’s scream beneath the gag and the way his body tensed.

It was agony for Madison, pure utter agony. The man was uncomfortably large and he hadn’t bothered with any kind of preparation, just pushed inside dry, tearing the boy’s insides. There was no waiting, no time to adjust, he just began thrusting as deep and as hard as he could.

Madison just lay and prayed for it to all be over. It hurt more than any of his clients ever hurt him, the brutal raping that tore his insides and sent blood trailing down the backs of his thighs. The man was brutal, taking his own pleasure in the boy’s hurt and suffering, extremely turned on by the moans of pain beneath the gag.

The man grunted and groaned like a pig, digging his nails into Madison’s thighs and biting down on the soft flesh of his neck hard enough to break the skin. As more blood began to spill forth, the blond licked it up, enjoying the coppery taste across his tongue.

All the stimulations were overwhelming and the blond soon found himself coming, shooting his seed into the boy that was pinned beneath him. That was another problem for Madison- he didn’t know what diseases the man might have, or any of his clients, so he always insisted they use a condom, but this time the situation was different.

When he finally pulled out, his limp cock was covered in thick, crimson blood. He took up Madison’s underwear to wipe it off before throwing the item out of the window and zipping up his flies.

The man then took hold of Madison by the back of his neck, yanking him out of the car and shoving him onto the muddy ground where he gave him a kick to the side.

“Filthy whore. I’d never pay you to fuck you.”

With that, he climbed back into the driver’s seat and roared off, leaving the boy in the mud.

It was a few minutes before Madison felt strong enough to move and he shifted onto his knees, manoeuvring so he could stand up. It was hard with his hands tied so tightly behind him.

He spat the cloth out of his mouth then staggered the short distance to the road, glancing up and down into the darkness, realising just how long and empty it was. It would be a long walk before he ran into anyone and he was freezing cold and tired, in the worst shape for the long journey.

It felt horrible without his underwear on. The skirt was short, doing nothing to keep the air out and soon his privates began to feel extremely cold. He wondered if he’d be able to make the journey without freezing to death.

It was then that he remembered the phone in his bag and he moved back to where the car had been to search for it, finding it, with great relief, on the ground.

It was a challenge to get the phone out of his bag, but as he pulled it out, something else fell out with it, a small, white card- Zach’s phone number. He sat for a while, trying to decide if he should call the man, if he could deal with the humiliation, but it dawned on him that he had little choice.

With some manoeuvring, he put the card down on the ground in front of him and, with his hands still behind him, dialled the number. He then had to set the phone on the ground and half lie so he would be able to talk into it, listening to it ring.

For a long time, no one answered, and Madison began to feel more and more worried that he wasn’t going to have any luck. But then came a click and a voice on the other end of the line.

“Hello? Zach Todd speaking.”

“Zach…” Madison had to shift as the phone threatened to slip out from under his ear. “Please help me…I’ve been stranded in the woods somewhere…I don’t know where I am, some guy just shoved me out of the car and I can’t get home and I didn’t know who else to call and…”

“Whoa, slow down.” Zach was worried. Madison sounded really upset, on the verge of tears. “Where are you? You want me to come and pick you up?”

“I don’t know where I am,” Madison replied, glancing up the road. “It’s some country lane…surrounded with trees, and it’s really dark.”

The detective thought for a few moments. There weren’t many country lanes around the city, being such a build up area, but it could have been any of a few places.

“How far from the city did you drive?”

“Five minutes maybe?”

Madison took another look around. There was a break in the trees some way down the road, and he could make out what looked like a sign post. He could just make out a few letters.

“There’s a signpost in the trees,” he told Zach, squinting to see the letters. “It looks like L-U-T-T…I can’t make out the rest.”

“Lutton!”

Lutton was a city about ten miles away on the east bound exit. Zach knew exactly where he was headed now and he headed out to his car as he talked to Madison.

“I know where you are, I’m going to come and get you. Stand at the side of the road so I can see you.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Once he’d hung up, Madison had to spend a few minutes putting things back into his bag and getting to his feet. He crossed on shaky legs to the side of the road, shivering with the chill as he waited for Zach, his teeth chattering so hard it hurt his head.

It felt like hours before the man turned up, even though it had only been fifteen minutes, and he pulled up to the road beside where Madison stood, jumping out of the car and crossing round to him.

“God you’re frozen,” he said, slipping off his jacket and wrapping it round the boy’s shoulders. It was then that he noticed the blood trailing down the back of Madison’s thighs and his bound hands.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked as his fingers picked at the knots on the rope, managing to pull them free in just a few moments. Once Madison’s wrists were free, he rubbed them, regarding the chafed, red skin with a frown. “Did someone hurt you? Rape you?”

The boy nodded and Zach sighed, guiding him to the car where he sat him in the passenger seat before moving to the driver’s side.

“You were back at work, huh?” He asked finally as he pulled away, turning to head back into the city.

“I had to,” Madison replied, his teeth still chattering. “Some guy brought me out here, raped me and then dumped me on the road. I’m sorry for bothering you, but I couldn’t think of anyone else to call.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Zach glanced briefly at the boy, meeting his eyes. “I’m glad you called me. I’m going to take you home and get you cleaned up, okay?”

Madison nodded, wrapping the jacket tighter around himself.

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

The boy sighed at the request, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.

“I went back to work and some guy picked me up…he asked me how much for a fuck, so I told him. He drove for a while, ten minutes, then stopped the car, looked at me funny. Then I started getting scared…I tried to run away, but he grabbed me, threw me in the back of his car, tied me up. Then he raped me…then just threw me out in the mud, telling me he wouldn’t pay someone like me for sex…”

Madison lay his chin on his knees. Sure it hurt, it still hurt, but it happened. Some people that got raped took years to get over it, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened to Madison and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“What did he look like?” Zach asked, glancing across at Madison once more, frowning at the boy’s posture, curled up in his seat. Still, he couldn’t deny how beautiful he looked, even with everything he’d been through.

“Kinda…sandy blond hair, tall, big, tanned. I guess middle aged.”

The detective nodded. He planned to try and get a better description out of the boy and then investigate. Despite how nonchalant Madison was about it, he had been raped, and that was still a crime.

Not much later, they arrived at Zach’s home and the two climbed out of the car in the garage, stepping through the side door into the house.

Zach immediately found a soft, terrycloth robe and a fluffy towel for Madison, pointing out the shower for him to go and clean himself. He stood in the hallway, listening to the sound of the shower, leaning back against the wall.

He was trying to sort his head out.

The blond had been surprised that Madison had called him, barely expecting to hear from the boy again, and then he was even more shocked by what he had seen, but the other barely seemed phased by it. It made him wonder just how many times Madison had been raped- he made a note to ask him about it.

But there was something else bothering him as he stood outside the bathroom. He hadn’t been able to get Madison out of his head since he’d met him, and since the last time, when he’d kissed the boy. It kept him up at night, laying there remembering Madison beneath him, the way his lips had looked, swollen with kisses, the way his cheeks had been flushed with arousal. He wanted more, he wanted every part of the boy, but he was still unsure. Considering Madison’s job, especially with what had just happened, would he even want to become sexually involved in anyone outside work?

Without thinking, Zach moved forward, hand grasping the door handle to the bathroom. He didn’t know what he was doing, he just knew that he wanted to go inside. He wanted to strip off his clothes and step into the shower, pin Madison to the wall and do everything he had been fantasising about since they met to him. Zach could imagine the boy’s moans as he kissed down his neck, hand slipping down to wrap around his cock, or the beautiful whimper as he finally parted those tempting thighs and slid himself inside.

It was amazing how quickly his cock had gone rigid, an ache inside his pants. He reached down to adjust it, moaning softly at the touch, then jerked back, his hand leaving the door handle suddenly.

What was he doing? He was acting like an obsessed teenager, lusting after a boy he couldn’t have.

With a soft growl, he turned away, stalking down the hall.

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