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Revised story

Title: Encounter on a Road. (revised)

Author: Charistoma

Rating: R

Warning: attempted rape, oral

Word count: 2650

Summary: What you sometimes do in a tight place.

So many thanks to <ahref="http://www.insanejournal.com/users/marika_kailaya/"> for the beta. Patience and skill and knowledge and tact.

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Covert action. Wal-Mart. On the lookout for the other side and a missing information device. Back corner, left side of the building, there’s an older woman reclining on a display bed with an entourage of men lounging around on the various surplus pieces of sale furniture.

Danny is dressed in street clothes for this mission; he’s not really in this action, kinda a friend of a friend. Danny enters the small surplus area and notices that the woman seems to be having difficulty breathing, probably a chronic smoker or something. He sees what seems to be a small drink dispenser that’s working in the corner and goes to get a drink of water for the woman. Keeping his eye on the woman, he reaches in and spots the body wedged in naked beside the machine. He notices movement around him, and the lady and men have moved convulsively and then stilled. Danny reaches up to the phone on the wall and calls for help from the store’s anonymous system and breaks up into scared ‘I found a body' mode. He gives location. Help is on the way but the woman and men slip away as he is going through his hysterics.

There lies a beat up shell style glasses case near the body. Inside is the flash drive stick and scrawled across the inside lid of the case is a user name and password written in ink. This Danny pockets; it’s similar to the one that was a false clone and that the ops are looking for. Just have to get it to them, except that the stick looks broken and corroded so he’s not sure how much good it will do them. Probably another dead end. Sigh.

It’s over, the stick has been given over to ops and Danny is driving along one of those endless-seeming country roads, windows down, air blowing steadily, ruffling his hair into his eyes. His brother Sam is bobbing his head beside him to the music in his iPod.

There is the sound of a siren behind them. Damn, it would be nice if he got the rearview mirror back up on the windshield so he could see whatever it was behind him. It’s hard to spot the van that’s come up behind them. Danny pulls over. Shit, he hadn’t been speeding and the tags were all up to date. Now what has gone wrong with his piece of shit car to gather the cop’s attention?

A guy comes up to the window all in black fatigues; others dressed like him have surrounded the car. Sam’s doing the ‘shit, what did you do now’ noises that Danny hardly hears. Focus has tightened onto the guy at his window. All he is aware of is this guy, his face hard and the shades blanking out his eyes, the rest of him a dark bulk of small giant size. Oh shit, what was going on?

“Get out of the car, kid.” And Danny is going, “sure, sure, I can do this.” Something has gotten tangled in covert land and it’s him and his kid brother in the squeeze. Sam doesn’t know anything about Danny’s being involved with anything in this way. He’s just plain scared and pissed off. A year of college had taught him words to use in situations like this, it seems.

“You have something we want, kid. Hand it over.”

Shit. Danny starts babbling, “Honest, I don’t have it. I gave it over to the other guys. I don’t have it. Go ask them.”

The op in front of him looks at him and then glances across the hood of the car to where Sam is being held by another of the ops. There’s a nod and suddenly Sam is fighting and screeching, “hey, what are you doing, get out of my pants,” and “NOOOOO.”

Danny looks in Sam’s direction; the op has Sam partially bent over in front of him with his pants down and his thighs being kicked by Sam's moving legs. Sam is struggling for all he’s worth and still fighting but it’s only a matter of time, and that won’t be long. The other op is laughing and his friends have quiet, dangerous smiles on their faces.

Danny tries to move around the car to get to Sam but is jerked back and slammed into the side, his body held face towards Sam so he has a good view. The metal of the car top is hot, burning through the fabric of his shirt. Everything is so narrowed down to tunnels of perceptions. He feels the press of the other’s body holding his in place, a hard body that only cloth keeps from becoming melded to his back. “Please, please,” he hears himself saying, “I’ll do anything. Just leave him alone. He’s my brother, just leave him alone.”

“Hmmm. Stop,” is barked out. “Tell me again, kid. The truth this time”.

“I don’t know what it is you want. I really did give the case to the other guys. There was only a broken flash stick inside. I gave it all to the other guys.” His voice was starting to rise in panic; this might not be good enough to get Sam and him out of this fiasco.

The op that has Sam is looking at his commander with hope in his eyes, one brow raised in question, his hand over Sam’s mouth to keep him quiet, two fingers sliding wetly back and forth across Sam’s teeth just inside the cheek. Danny had read enough on-line about spit lubrication. The fear ratcheted up in him. “Look, there was just the case, the stick, and the user name and password written inside. That’s all. I’m telling you. That’s all there was.”

He’s moved so his face is turned towards the Commander. Somewhere during all of this, the glasses hiding the op’s eyes have been taken off. “What were the words?” is directed at Danny. Danny is ready to spill everything. What does it matter at this point, the good guys have got the words and the stick. These guys won’t be able to use it and it ‘might’ be able to get him and Sam out of this, maybe.

“Iris and granny,” comes from his mouth. Okay, so maybe they weren’t the right words matching the ones inside the case, but they had the right number of characters and feel; he’d thought of this in a haphazard way back in that far away place that seemed so safe now, when he was handing over the case and contents to his ops friends.

“Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.” His op glances over at the op holding Sam.

The op gets a big grin on his face. The fingers come out of Sam’s mouth, wet and shiny, and move down to below where Danny can see. Sam is shouting and crying now, his face scrunched up and red. He freezes for a moment and gives a short, bitten-off cry. The op can be heard, “Oh baby, so tight and tense, you’re going to be a bitch to get into but it’ll feel so good", there's a pause, "for me” and he laughs.

Danny is once again down to a tunnel, all around him lost in blobs of light and dark. Dark where the other ops are. Light where the rest of the world is. Sam at the point of the tunnel. Danny just shouts out, “NO. Please, anything. I’ll do anything.” A breath. “Just let him go. Do me. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt him.”

Once again Danny is turned; his face is pinched by a hand under his chin. His eyes are pulled up to the Commander’s, where he is intently stabbed by the Commander’s gaze. “Alright. Stop,” is barked at Sam’s op. “You, down. On your knees. What’s your name, kid? I want to know who’s giving me head,” is said with a laugh.

Danny swallows hard. Barely able to breathe out his name. He’s never done this before, never thought or wanted to. Guess it's now There’s that look in the op’s face that says Danny has no choice, that maybe if Danny’s good enough at this, he and Sam will be killed but not ‘hurt’ that other way. Danny’s not naïve. He knows they’re goners and if he has to suck them all off to keep Sam from worse then he’ll do it.

His first sex experience not of the ‘doing himself’ kind. The first time with someone else and it’ll be his last. He’s going to make this good, do something well just once in his life, and if it saves him and Sam, well, that was the point. A blow job to end all blow jobs. So good that Sam’s op will want him instead of Sam.

Danny sinks to his knees, the pressure of the Commander’s eyes a flat pressure pushing him down. Danny’s eyes have locked on the Commander’s. “I’ve never done this before. Give me time, okay. Just give me time to get this right. You’re going to kill us anyway. Just let me do this right. Then just kill us, but don’t hurt Sam, please.”

He leans forward, trying to place himself the right distance and allow for the movement he knows will be taking place. His hands reach up to undo the zipper and button,. He loosens the belt and reaches in to free the cock and balls that are inside. He’s focused now on what is before him at eye level. Thick and jutting out towards him. How is he suppose to get all of this in his mouth? He shakes his head once and leans into the body in front of him, doing small circles with his nose in the fur and flesh of the man before him.

The smell, he takes into his lungs, into his mind to treasure as one of the last things he’s going to feel. Small things that feel large, something to connect him to this man that at least in his mind he’s going to think about as his first lover, someone he loves and wants to make their pleasure to become his own. There’s a growl above him.

Sam is mercifully quiet, maybe even dead already.

Danny slides his cheek up along the cock that will soon be in his mouth. It’s like a rose petal, soft and smooth, yet with a hardness underlying. Up to almost the head and then back, he slides down to the fur and skin for a breath of the musk found there, to return back in a glide up and a lick just behind that spot that on him is so sweet. Then up, a flat lick over the face of the cock. There’s a taste of salt and a feel of slick liquid that catches and forms a string to his mouth when he pulls back to look up at the man above him. A hand comes down and holds the side of his face, a thumb stroking his temple beside his eye. The eyes are softer on him and Danny moves his hand up to catch the cock and hold it steady. His other hand and arm are slid up and holding the man’s leg in a lover’s embrace. He’s going to make this so good that that look will glaze and be empty just for him, his first time, his first lover, his only lover. Lost in the eyes above him, he slowly moves and kisses the small slit of a mouth, more of the salt tang riding his tongue. He glides over the head encasing the rounded fullness inside his lips and pauses, savoring the feel of fullness, the taste. He’s trying to glean everything he can from the experience that will be one of his last. He takes a long breath through his nose and starts pushing and pulling back slowly. Each push forward a little deeper along the cock, a little deeper into his mouth. He loses himself in the movement. Senses trimmed down to just the feeling in his mouth. He isn’t aware that his hand is also stroking as slowly against the leg his forearm is pressed into. Firmly holding in his own way as the man had held him against the car. The hand on his head has moved around to cup and thread into his hair. There is just him and the cock. The world fades away.

The hand tightens and pulls him back off the cock. The moment breaks. Eyes look up and lock again on the face above him. “Danny, what were the words inside the case again? Tell me, baby.”

Thoughts congeal and sharpen the glaze that has been in his own eyes and he answers, “Iris and granny.”

The eyes looking back at him look deep into him; he can feel the cock still hard and erect brushing softly against his cheek, the head beside his ear. The Commander smiles at him and says, “Wrong, you lying little shit. You kept your head and lied. You pass the test. I’ll ask for you on my team after we’ve toughened you up and taught you the moves that will keep you from getting into this type of situation again. You’ve got a mind. I can use you. Get up. You’ll be contacted in a few days.”

Danny just looks at him, his eyes reforming into a glare. His first time, his first fucking time. He stands and brushes off his pants. The bastard can do up his own clothes. Sam is fine. Dazed and fine. The op that had him is finished, pulling out a needle with something no longer in it. “Fine,” he says flatly. “What was that?” gesturing at Sam and the needle.

“Just something so he’ll forget what happened. He’ll feel sick for awhile but won’t remember anything. We wouldn’t want your cover blown before you’re even on the team. It‘s best to keep it that way.”

Danny nods. His thoughts are hidden behind his own eyes. He’ll contact his friend’s friend when he gets back. He’s not a fool. Maybe he’ll stop at the little mart at the side of the road on the way home and pick up something like a bag for Sam to barf in and a cool soda to help settle his stomach. They had prepaid cell phones for sale last time he was in there. He knows the number. There is nothing to say that the ops that had him now were on the same side as the ones he normally tagged along with. Best to be sure.

He slides into the car and checks that Sam is buckled in. Starts the car with one hand and feels the sun-warmed burn of the steering wheel in the other. He gives a hard, sharp look at the Commander who doesn’t seem to have moved and waits until he steps back away from the car. Puts the car into drive and slowly moves out into the road. The roadside mart is three miles down the road around a few turns. Plenty of time to steady himself but not too much for Sam to start upchucking. Just what would be expected of him

Hmm. He's stopped at the mart and gets out to buy what he needs. Something’s not right here. He smiles at the clerk as he hands over the cash and glances out at Sam kinda nervously. Waves goodbye and goes out to the car. He reaches out to Sam and shakes him a little, then hands him the bag and pops the lid on the soda placing it in the cup holder. A mile down the road he flips the cell phone he’d retrieved from Sam’s pants pocket while shaking him and makes his call. He is not some naïve fool.</lj-cut>

Title: Encounter on a Road.
Author: Charistoma
Rating: R
Warning: attempted rape
Word count 2623
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Covert action. Wal-Mart. On the lookout for the other side and a missing information device. Back corner, left side of the building, there’s an older woman reclining on a display bed with entourage of men lounging around on the various surplus pieces of sale furniture. Danny is dressed in street clothes for this mission, he’s not really in this action, kinda a friend of a friend. Danny enters into the small surplus area and notices that the woman seems to be having difficulty breathing, probably a chronic smoker or something. He sees a what seems a small drink dispenser that’s working in the corner and goes to get a drink of water for the woman. Keeping his eye on the woman he reaches in and spots the body wedged in naked beside the machine. He notices movement around him and the lady and men have moved convulsively and then stilled. Danny reaches up to the phone on the wall and calls for help from the store’s anonymous system and breaks up into scared ‘I found a body mode‘. He gives location. Help is on the way but the woman and men slip away as he is going through his hysterics. There lies a beat up shell style glasses case near the body. Inside is the flash drive stick and scrawled across the inside lid of the case is a user name and password all unneatly written in ink. This Danny pockets, its similar to the one that was a false clone and that the ops are looking for. Just have to get it to them, except that the stick looks broken/corroded so he‘s not sure how much good it will do them. Probably another dead end. Sigh.

Its over, the stick has been given over to ops and Danny is driving along one of those endless seeming country roads, windows down, air blowing steadily ruffling his hair into his eyes. His brother Sam is bobbing his head beside him to the music in his I pod. There is the sound of a siren behind them which, damn it would be nice if he got the rear view mirror back up on the windshield so he could see whatever it was behind him. Its hard to spot the van that’s come up behind. Danny pulls over. Shit he hadn’t been speeding and the tags were all up to date. Now what has gone wrong with his piece of shit car to gather the cop’s attention. A guy comes up to the window all in black fatigues, others dressed like him have surrounded the car. Sam’s doing the ‘shit what did you do now’ noises that Danny hardly hears. Focus has tightened onto the guy at his window. All he is aware of is this guy, his face hard and the shades blanking out his eyes, the rest of him a dark bulk of small giant size. Oh shit, what was going on?

“Get out of the car kid.” And Danny is going,” sure, sure”, I can do this. Something has gotten tangled in covertland and its him and his kid brother in the squeeze. Sam doesn’t know anything about Danny’s being involved with anything in this way. He’s just plain scared and pissed off. A year of college had taught him words to use in situations like this, it seems.

“You have something we want kid. Hand it over.” Shit. Danny starts babbling , “honest I don’t have it. I gave it over to the other guys. I don’t have it. Go ask them”. The op in front of him looks at him and then glances across the hood of the car to where Sam is being held by another of the ops. There’s a nod and suddenly Sam is fighting and screeching about ‘hey what are you doing , get out of my pants and NOOOOO.’ Danny looks in Sam’s direction, the op has Sam partially bent over in front of him his pants down his thighs being kicked by his moving legs. Sam struggling all he’s worth and still fighting but its only a matter of time and that won’t be long. The other op is laughing and his friends have quiet dangerous smiles on their faces.

Danny tries to move around the car to get to Sam but is jerked back and slammed into the side, held face towards Sam so he has a good view. The metal of the car top is hot, burning through the fabric of his shirt. Everything is so narrowed down to tunnels of perceptions. He feels the press of the other’s body holding his in place, a hard body that only cloth keeps from becoming melded to his back. “Please please“, he hears himself saying, “I’ll do anything. Just leave him alone. He’s my brother, just leave him alone. “
“Hmmm. Stop.” is barked out. “Tell me again, kid. The truth this time”.
“I don’t know what it is you want. I really did give the case to the other guys. There was only a broken flash stick inside. I gave it all to the other guys” His voice was starting to rise in panic, this might not be good enough to get Sam and him out of this fiasco. The op that has Sam is looking at his commander with hope in his eyes, one brow raised in question, his hand over Sam’s mouth to keep him quiet two fingers sliding wetly back and forth across Sam’s teeth just inside the cheek. Danny had read enough on-line about spit lubrication. The fear ratcheted up in him. “Look there was just the case, the stick, and the user name and password written inside. That’s all. I’m telling you. That’s all there was.”

He’s turned face forwards facing the Commander. Somewheres during all of this the glasses hiding the op’s eyes have been taken off. “What were the words?” is directed at Danny. Danny is ready to spill everything . What does it matter at this point, the good guys have got the words and the stick. These guys won’t be able to use it and it ‘might’ be able to get him and Sam out of this, maybe. “Iris and granny” comes from his mouth. Ok, so maybe they weren’t the right words matching the ones inside the case but they had the right number of characters and feel, he’d thought of this in a haphazard way back in that far away place, that seemed so safe now, when he was handing over the case and contents to his ops friends.

Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.” His op glances over at the op holding Sam. The op gets a big grin on his face. The fingers come out of Sam’s mouth wet and shiny and move down to below where Danny can see. Sam is shouting and crying now, his face scrunched up and red. He freezes for a moment and gives a short bit off cry. The op can be heard, “oh baby so tight and tense, you’re going to be a bitch to get into but it’ll feel so good ..for me” and laughs. Danny is once again down to a tunnel, all around him lost in blobs of light and dark. Dark where the other ops are. Light where the rest of the world is. Sam at the point of the tunnel. Danny just shouts out, “NO. Please, anything. I’ll do anything.” A breath. “Just let him go. Do me. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt him. ”

Once again Danny is turned, his face is pinched by a hand under his chin. His eyes pulled up to the Commander’s where he is intently stabbed by the Commander’s gaze. “Alright. Stop”, is barked at Sam’s op. “You down. On your knees. What’s your name kid? I want to know who’s giving me head”, is said with a laugh. Danny swallows hard. Barely able to breathe out his name. He’s never done this before, never thought or wanted to. Guess it was now. There’s that look in the op’s face that says Danny has no choice, that maybe if Danny’s good enough at this that he and Sam will be killed but not ‘hurt’ that other way. Danny’s not naïve. He knows they’re goners and if he has to suck them all off to keep Sam from worse then he’ll do it.
His first sex experience of the kind not ‘doing himself’. The first time with someone else and it’ll be his last. He’s going to make this good, do something well just once in his life and if it saves him and Sam, well that was the point. A blow job to end all blow jobs. So good that Sam’s op will want him instead of Sam.

Danny sinks to his knees, the pressure of the Commander’s eyes a flat mass pushing him down. Danny’s eyes locked on the Commander’s. “I’ve never done this before. Give me time, ok. Just give me time to get this right. You’re going to kill us anyway. Just let me do this right. Then just kill us but don’t hurt Sam, please.” He leans forward, trying to place himself the right distance and allow for the movement he knows will be taking place. His hands reach up to undo the zipper, the button and to loosen the belt and reach in to free the cock and balls that are inside. He’s focused now on what is before him at eye level. Thick and jutting out towards him. ‘How is he suppose to get all of this in his mouth.’ He shakes his head once and leans into the body in front of him, doing small circles with his nose in the fur and flesh of the man before him. The smell, he takes into his lungs, into his mind to treasure as one of the last things he’s going to feel. Small things that feel large, something to connect him to this man that at least in his mind he’s going to think about as his first lover, someone he loves and wants to make their pleasure to become his own. There’s a growl above him. Sam is mercifully quiet, maybe even dead already. Danny slides his cheek up along the cock that will soon be in his mouth. It’s like a rose petal, soft and smooth yet with a hardness underlying. Up to almost the head and then back, he slides down to the fur and skin for a breath of the musk found there, to return back in a glide up and a lick just behind that spot that on him is so sweet. Then up a flat lick over the face of the cock. There’s a taste of salt and a feel of slick liquid that catches and forms a string to his mouth when he pulls back to look up at the man above him. A hand comes down and holds the side of his face, a thumb stroking his temple beside his eye. The eyes are more soft on him and Danny moves his hand up to catch the cock and hold it steady. His other hand and arm is slid up and holding the man’s leg in a lover’s embrace. He’s going to make this so good that that look will glaze and be empty just for him, his first time, his first lover, his only lover. Lost in the eyes above him he slowly moves and kisses the small slit of a mouth, more of the salt tang riding his tongue. He glides over the head encasing the rounded fullness inside his lips and pauses, savoring the feel of fullness, the taste. He’s trying to glean everything he can from the experience that will be one of his last. He takes a long breath through his nose and starts pushing and pulling back slowly. Each push forward a little deeper along the cock, a little deeper into his mouth. He loses himself in the movement. Senses trimmed down to just the feeling in his mouth. He isn’t aware that his hand is also stroking as slowly against the leg his forearm is pressed into. Firmly holding in his own way as the man had held him against the car The hand on his head has moved around to cup and thread into his hair. There was just him and the cock. The world faded away. The hand tightens and pulls him back off the cock. The moment breaks. Eyes look up and lock again on the face above him. “Danny, what were the words inside the case again? Tell me baby.” Thoughts congeal and sharpens that glaze that has been in his own eyes and he answers “Iris and granny”. The eyes looking back at him look deep into him, he can feel the cock still hard and erect brushing softly against his cheek, the head beside his ear. The Commander smiles at him and says,” Wrong, you lying little shit. You kept your head and lied. You pass the test. I’ll ask for you on my team after we’ve toughen you up and taught you the moves that will keep you from getting into this type of situation again. You’ve got a mind. I can use you. Get up. You’ll be contacted in a few days.”

Danny just looks at him, his eyes reforming into a glare. His first time, his first fucking time. He stands and brushes off his pants. The bastard can do up his own clothes. Sam is fine. Dazed and fine. The op that had him is finished pulling out a needle with something no longer in it. “Fine“, he says flatly. “What was that?”, gesturing at Sam and the needle. “Just something so he’ll forget what happened. He’ll feel sick for awhile but won’t remember anything.” ”We wouldn’t want your cover blown before you’re even on the team. It‘s best to keep it that way.” Danny nods. He’ll contact his friend’s friend when he gets back. He’s not a fool. Maybe stop at the little mart at the side of the road on the way home and pick up something like a bag for Sam to barf in and a cool soda to help settle his stomach. They had prepaid cells phones there. He knew the number. There was nothing to say that the ops that had him now were on the same side as the ones he normally tagged along with. Best to be sure. He slides into the car and checks that Sam is buckled in. Starts the car with one hand and feels the sun warmed burn of the steering wheel in the other. He gives a hard sharp look at the Commander who doesn’t seem to have moved, waits until he steps back away from the car. Puts the car into drive and slowly moves out into the road. The roadside mart is three miles down the road around a few turns. Plenty of time to steady himself but not too much for Sam to start upchucking. Just what would be expected of him to do. Hmm. Stopped at the mart. Got the bag and the soda. Something not right. He smiles at the clerk and glances out at Sam kinda nervously. Waves goodbye and gets out to the car. Reaches out to Sam and shakes him a little then hands him the bag, pops the lid on the soda and places it in the cup holder. A mile down the road he flips the cell phone he’d retrieved from the Sam’s pants pocket while shaking him and makes his call. He was not some naïve fool.