Day 265 - Friday, September 12th

[papalobo]

[A Chinese man who is definitely a mature adult and not a teenager checks in to the Hyatt, one of their more exclusive rooms, along with his half-white half brother who is also certainly not a teenager and most definitely not the notorious gang leader wanted on suspicion of a September 11th New York City bombing in retaliation for an angry rogue sect of anti-American zealots.

The entire suite floor has been rented out, and it requires a special key card in the elevator and on the stairs to enter that floor. But they can rent one of the still very luxe rooms directly beneath.

A familiar white limo is in the car garage, though the opportunity to gawk or investigate is slim, between the security cameras and live guards.

There's still no contact from Max, but the Department of Homeland Security has become involved, and has begun to enter Ash's territory with intent to arrest any known figures within his gang to bring in for questioning.]

Day 284, Wednesday, Oct 1st

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[jadedlynx]

[ Hands catch himself in time to keep from hitting it face first even as he curses himself for taking a relative dose of safety for granted. They hadn't treated him with kid gloves, but they hadn't really gotten very physical. Men have offered but none pushed. ]

What the hell?! Keep your hands off me!

[papalobo]

[The man moves to push against his hips, to try to keep him pinned enough to the table to keep from getting any leverage.]

Either you confess something useful enough people listen to you, or, since we're gonna decide you're a lying sack of shit, I give you one more attention-seeking thing to go lie about. Discredit a bunch of your boyfriend's stories too, why don't we? Make talk about this your MO...

[jadedlynx]

I've told you the truth about everything, you perverted asshole!

[ Ash isn't easy to push down though with the angle, a strong enough man might manage with enough fight. He's already lost leverage. ]

You think they'll think I'm lying when they come in here and find you over me like this?! What the hell is your excuse going to be?!

[ His leg kicks out at the man. ]

[papalobo]

[He laughs, using his weight to lean hard over him, a stomach roll pressing into the small of Ash's back as he tightens the grip with both meaty hands around his throat, though he lets go enough in between taunts to let him laugh, to let Ash know it's not about silencing him. After all, he likes them loud.]

I'll get off you when I'm good and finished. Now be good or I'll have to make excuses for the bruises on your pretty little self.

[jadedlynx]

Yeah, are you going to write that the inmate didn't spread his legs fast enough for you?!

[ For the first time, there's fear in his voice. ]

[papalobo]

Maybe I'll tell 'em the pretty little doll tried to insist I pull his string before he talks? You know. [His hips roll in time with the song, mockingly as he reaches with one hand to pull at Ash's pants.] A sweet and yummy can-dy bar~

[jadedlynx]

[ The gasp is full of fear and beyond that, shame. The man is right. The word of a cop will overwrite the word of a man being held as prisoner. Again, somebody with power is using that power, and he'll be blamed for crying wolf. His history will come into question and his story will come into even more doubt.

He's 7 again. In the police station. If they didn't belief an innocent kid, what chance did he have now. ]

Stop.

[ He doesn't want this. He doesn't want those hands on him. Ash doesn't want what he knows will come next. ]

[papalobo]

Your usual song and dance.

[The man is calm, confident; this is surely not his first time taking advantage of his position. He sways playfuly as he lowers his fly and then gives a laughing smack to Ash's exposed white backside.]

Go on. Yell 'Stranger Danger.'

[jadedlynx]

Help!

[ If they come in now, they'd have to believe him. He's bent over a table with their pants down. The handcuffs are on. ]

Help me!

[ Ash doesn't want to be raped. Not again. Not anymore. ]

[papalobo]

[Laughter echoes as he works down his pants further, bending over Ash's body and whispering behind his ear.]

They can't he~ar you.

[jadedlynx]

Help!

[ His voice raises louder. Maybe the man is bluffing. Surely there have to be guards somewhere.

Unless intentionally left. Ash yells not out of hope but desperation. ]

[papalobo]

[The man's tongue traces along his neck as if tasting the despair and hopelessness that oozes off of him.]

[jadedlynx]

Get off me!

[ It's a choked yell without any real physical struggle behind it. The helplessness hits just as hard as the intention, but if he fights and the man fights back, it's Ash who looks bad.

He hates it. ]

Stop it!

[papalobo]

You'd think if you really hated this, you'd work on being less of a looker.

[His upper body pushes down hard into him, feeling that hot writhing beneath him as his length pushes up against his naked backside.]

I saw how much you used to go for a night. What. A. Job. Perk.

[jadedlynx]

You're no better than him!

[ Ash grits his teeth. It's going to hurt. He knows what comes next and it's going to hurt. ]

You're the same kind of sick pervert!

[papalobo]

Then, should I sell a round in you? Is that what you're begging for now? Think I'm not enough?

[He does test with his fingers first, selfishly.]

God damn. So tight, the second time might be better. I'm doing
a favor, breaking in the goods...

[jadedlynx]

[ Breaking in the goods. Ash knows that it's very possible that he's bluffing. Sadists like tp scare their victims. It's something he'd say even if it wasn't true.

But it's just as likely to be true.

There's a sharp inhale as fingers breach the tight muscle. These same men are watch for Max. They're caring for Max. What if he's being subject to them, too? Some men like to see the bigger guys forced to submit to them. Max, on his knees between some man's legs...]

[papalobo]

[But for now it's Ash. For now, Ash's much more attractive form is what he craves, what he stretches, marveling.]

I know this's been used up, but god damn, it's like tryin' to stick a finger in a skin pore... Guess it really is a muscle, gets stronger with use. And Lobo needed meds to enjoy this?

[jadedlynx]

[ Idly, during question, Ash noted that they never asked about Lobo's drug dealer which lead him to believe Max gave up on Shawn and ordered them the old fashioned way.

Right now, it doesn't matter. ]

I guy who can only get it through rape probably forgets what it's supposed to feel like.

[papalobo]

Nngh...

[But enough fingers, it's time for the real game. He starts to push in while drawing his fingers out.]

This...? This feels pretty fucking right, Babe.

[jadedlynx]

[ The fingers had earned a pained moan. The thing that follows earns an actual outcry before Ash is pushing his face into the table to try and hide all further noise.

It hurts. He can feel his insides being forced to open for this man that has no right to be in his body. ]

[papalobo]

[He doesn't even care if he bleeds, grunting shamelessly, lording his power over the thin, handcuffed boy being bent over the table helplessly, hopelessly, assured he'll never get justice for this. And if they can't get real answers, he's as good a scapegoat as any.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Eventually, he stops screaming. Eventually he stops making noise at all aside from grunts or sharp intakes of breath if a thrust is particularly painful. The fight stops and he becomes the warm body he may as well be. ]

[papalobo]

[A warm body isn't a protesting body. He'll just have to work on choking him, pinching him, trying to get some of that fight back.]

Oh come on, they're gonna believe you even less if this's all you pretend to fight it...

[jadedlynx]

[ He'll react to each pinch. If it becomes painful enough, he'll even surge him to try and get him off.

Then he gets it. The guys wants that. So, Ash gives it to him. The faster he gets off, the sooner it's finished.]

What's it like?

[ Ash forces himself to speak, acid in his voice. ]

Knowing you're so pathetic this is the only way you get laid?