The gunfire hadn’t stopped for three days. It wasn’t continuous, of course; the bullets had to run out eventually. But the moment that it seemed like things might be safe, that the sound had stopped for good, it would begin again.
This had never been a good part of town, but then, no part of this town could really be considered “good.” Uncle David swore that there had been a time in the past when things were better; when the grocery stores had a huge variety of food and you could take access to clean water for granted and citizens hadn’t needed to be armed for their own protection. Norrie believed that his uncle was probably telling the truth, but the idea of such things seemed pretty far away.
Norrie flinched at the sound of a bullet pinging off the metal window shutter. When they’d first moved into the apartment building the place had seemed draconic: no women allowed, no drinking, smoking, or drugs (not that Norrie consumed anything of the sort, although his uncle was a little disappointed that he couldn’t have any alcohol), concrete construction everywhere, and metal screens that could be pulled down over every window. It had seemed ludicrous. Now, as the sound of a nearby explosion roared through the tiny apartment, Norrie was glad for such precautions. The bad guys were out there, the good guys were in here: simple.
When he’d come to tell everyone that the building was in lockdown and no one was allowed in or out, Mr. Jalor the landlord had said that what was happening outside was a gang fight. A “turf war,” he’d called it. Norrie didn’t know much about it other than it was loud and scary and keeping anyone from going outside.
It was this last aspect that was Norrie’s primary problem. Uncle David had only had a bit of a headache when the lockdown was announced. It was fine, he’d told Norrie. Don’t worry about it.
Now, as he lay in bed—a mattress and a set of sweaty sheets laid out on the floor—tossing and turning with a burning fever, Norrie knew that it wasn’t going to be so easy. He didn’t know a lot about being sick, but he knew that high fevers could be really dangerous. When he’d gotten one a year ago, Uncle David had given him some pills to help the fever go down. Norrie had no idea what they were, but his uncle had said that without them the heat in his body could do serious damage to his brain. That a fever could even kill.
So this was the problem. They had no medicine, and Uncle David wasn’t able to keep much food down other than plain soup broth, the cans of which were swiftly dwindling. If he didn’t get better soon... Norrie knew he was likely too young to survive by himself. Uncle David was all he had left. He had to do something, and soon.
Uncle David had told him not to talk to strangers, but drastic measures were called for. Besides, given how strict Mr. Jalor was, anyone else who was allowed to stay in the apartment building had to be a good guy, right? One of their neighbors was bound to be helpful.
Norrie looked once more around the simple, tiny, two-room apartment. It wasn’t much—a dingy, colorless, run-down studio with a single bathroom—but it was home. He had to protect it. He took a deep breath and turned the knob to the front door, exiting out into the hallway of the apartment building.
The hall was dimly lit, especially with the windows shuttered. The concrete walls were painted a peeling, aged tan color that might once have been white, and the floor was covered in a threadbare brown carpet. Doors lined either side of the hall. Norrie had rarely ever caught more than glimpses of men going in and out of them; he didn’t know any of their neighbors by name.
Steeling himself, Norrie stepped out into the hall and began to knock on doors. The first two doors beside their own yielded no answer at all. The third opened a crack to reveal a tired-looking elderly man who looked down at Norrie with naked suspicion. When Norrie tried to explain his situation, the door slammed in his face immediately.
He sighed and moved on to the next one. Surely someone here would help him, right?
Finally, after two more tries, another door opened. This one revealed a broad-shouldered man with big muscles. His blond hair was cut in the military style, short enough to stand straight up, and he wore a button-down shirt that was halfway open, revealing a large metal symbol of some kind on a cord around his neck. His face was angular, square-jawed, his expression intimidating as he glared down at the child on his doorstep. “Who the hell are you?” he growled.
“Please,” Norrie tried once more, “my name is Norrie. I live down the hall. My uncle is sick, he needs medicine for a fever. Can you please help us?”
The man looked down at him, considering. The scowl remained on his face, but eventually he opened the door a little wider. Looking back and forth in the hallway to see if anyone else was there, he jerked his head to the side, indicating that Norrie should come in.
So he did. The apartment on the other side of the door was nearly identical to their own: a single room with a bed and a kitchenette, and a doorway to the bathroom. The bed was arranged against a different wall and was a little nicer than their own with its own bedside table and lamp, and he had a tattered couch with a TV, but other than that his furniture was more or less identical to Norrie and David’s.
The biggest difference about the apartment was the posters on the wall. Norrie blushed as a veritable army of scantily-clad women with enormous breasts gazed down at him with sultry expressions from where they were washing cars, lounging at the beach, eating popsicles, and other similar activities. There was nowhere he could look where his eyes wouldn’t fall on at least one of the buxom beauties.
The man who owned the apartment smirked as he watched Norrie take in these decorations. “You like the pictures?” he teased. “You’re too young to have got your dick wet yet. Gives you something to look forward to. Thank god I got some comfort at least. Going stir crazy stuck in here for days with no chicks.” He sat down on his couch and eyed Norrie. “Now, what was it you wanted?”
“Medicine,” Norrie repeated, looking at the man so he wouldn’t have to look at any of the posters; he could tell his face was already beet red. “For a fever. My uncle’s sick. Do you have any?”
“I do,” the man drawled. He leaned back, placing his arms across the back of the sofa. “What are you willing to give me for it?”
Norrie squeezed his hands together in front of himself. “Um... we don’t have a lot of money. But I could- I could go get what we do have, if that...” He wasn’t supposed to spend money without Uncle David’s permission, but surely, since this was an emergency...
“Nah,” the man said. His lips curved in a smirk; he looked pleased with himself. “You can do better than that. You’re a real cute-looking kid. I bet you could fill a man’s needs.”
“Cute?” Norrie squeaked. He had never really thought of himself as cute. He was slim, all his weight around his buttocks and thighs, small for his age with wide blue eyes that made him look even younger. His uncle had cut his dark hair himself, leaving it chin-length all the way around except for the bangs in the front, and he was wearing clothes they’d gotten from a goodwill that were starting to be a little too small for him. The white pants in particular were tight around the large roundness of his bottom, hugging his skin so closely that you could see the clear outline of his underwear through the straining fabric.
“Yeah, cute,” the man confirmed. “Norrie, you said? Name’s Gerald. You can call me Sir.” He licked his lips. “You ready to earn that medicine?”
“I- I don’t understand,” Norrie said, squirming with uncertainty.
Gerald snorted, but he still looked pleased. “Okay then. I’ll show you. Here, go get that bottle of lotion off the table by the bed there and then come here.”
Norrie wasn’t entirely certain what was going on, but the man seemed willing to give him the medicine if he cooperated, so he did as he was told. The bottle on the bedside table was white and unmarked, with a pump on top. He grabbed it and headed over to the couch.
Gerald accepted the bottle and put it down next to him. Then he patted the other side of the couch. “Here, come on up here. Then, take off your shirt.”
“My shirt?” Norrie squeaked, stopping halfway onto the couch. “Why- what do you want with my shirt? I don’t-”
“Hurry it up,” the man growled. He grabbed Norrie under the arms and hauled him up onto the couch, then started lifting the shirt up off him.
“Uh-” Norrie tried to protest, but the man ignored him completely. When he had finished stripping the boy of his shirt he forced him face-down onto the couch. Before Norrie could really react to what was happening, Gerald had wrenched his arms behind his back and tied them together using the discarded shirt. Norrie’s eyes widened in terror.
“That’s more like it,” the man said with a sick grin. He reached down to his pants and unzipped his fly, pulling out his penis and stroking it; it was already starting to grow hard.
“Here,” he said. With one hand he grabbed the scruff of Norrie’s hair at the back of his head and dragged him forward across the couch until his face was over his crotch. “Now, open wide.”
Norrie was terrified, uncertain what was happening to him. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but as soon as he did Gerald forced his head down until his lips came into contact with the head of the man’s cock. Norrie’s eyes widened in surprise and alarm.
“Now,” said Gerald, “I get that you probably haven’t done this before, so I’ll be nice this time and give you some instructions. Lick and suck at it. No teeth. Get it nice and wet. Then suck it into your mouth as deep you can. Try and fit it all the way down your throat.”
Norrie made a noise of protest around the mouthful, but it only made Gerald shove his head down further. “Do it,” the man ordered. “You do everything I say, we’ll see about getting you that medicine.”
Norrie swallowed, cowed. He didn’t like what was happening, but he did need that medicine. Was this really so big a price to pay? Tentatively he stuck out his tongue and began to lick stripes across the head of the man’s penis.
“That’s it,” Gerald sighed. He let go of Norrie’s hair and slid the hand down along the child’s back, over his bound wrists to his bottom, grabbing one of Norrie’s ample asscheeks in one hand and squeezing. He laughed. “How’s a skinny kid like you get such a juicy ass, huh?” he asked rhetorically. He began to knead the soft flesh thoughtfully through the thin fabric of his pants. “Your mom have a lot of junk in her trunk?”
Norrie couldn’t have replied if he’d wanted to; his mouth was full with the head of the man’s cock, doing his best to lick and suck at it as instructed. He swirled his tongue around the fleshy mushroom in his mouth, following the ridge. Gerald gave his ass a particularly firm squeeze in approval.
As Norrie continued to attend to the cock in his mouth, Gerald moved his hand and began to slowly pull down Norrie’s pants. It was tough for him to do one-handed, but he took his time. Eventually he managed to drop both the pants and underwear down to the boy’s knees, and his hand returned to the boy’s buttocks, this time without the barrier in-between. Norrie could feel the strength in the man’s hands as they continued to squeeze and massage his butt possessively.
Then the hand moved inward, towards the center, and began to trail a finger up and down Norrie’s butt-crack. Norrie wasn’t sure what was happening, but the man continued to stroke his crack idly as Norrie sucked on his cock, as though he was petting a cat.
Gearing up his courage, Norrie attempted to do as the man had instructed him and forced as much of the member into his mouth at once as he could manage. To be honest, he couldn’t get a lot more than the head that he had already been sucking. He wasn’t sure what else he could do.
“Here, let me help,” Gerald said, and before Norrie knew it the man’s free hand was on the back of his head, forcing him down onto the spike of his cock. Norrie choked as the thick rod was forced into his throat, gagging him. He tried to pull back, but the man’s strong hand held him in place.
“Breathe through your nose,” Gerald instructed. Norrie tried to do as he was told, but his eyes were watering and he still felt like he was choking.
The hand finally left the back of his head and Norrie drew back as far as he could without the use of his arms, coughing and sputtering.
“I didn’t say you could stop,” Gerald said, warning in his tone. Norrie swallowed hurriedly and put his mouth back on the head, wary of punishment. He went back to what he had been doing earlier, licking the head all over and bathing it with his tongue; the man had seemed to like that.
From the corner of his eye he saw the man pick up the bottle of lotion that Norrie had brought over. He lifted it up, out of view, and Norrie heard the squishing noise of the pump being pressed. Then the bottle was set back down.
Without warning, the hand returned to the back of his head and once more forced him down to choke on the cock in his mouth. Norrie tried desperately to swallow, and only succeeded in allowing another inch of the man’s meat to penetrate him, sliding further down his gullet. He whimpered.
The distraction was intense enough that he almost missed the sensation of a hand returning to his bottom. But not for long—the feeling became impossible to ignore as two slick fingers began to slide their way slowly and surely up his ass. Norrie’s eyes widened. He tried to squirm away, but there was little he could do as the fingers relentlessly pushed into him, spreading open his passage. He whimpered again, but this only resulted in Gerald’s hips bucking upwards, choking him deeper.
There was nothing he could do to stop it as the man’s fingers pushed all the way inside him, as deep as they could go, and then drew out again and began to thrust, fucking his hole with slick digits. He held Norrie’s head down on his penis as he explored and plundered the boy’s ass, working him slowly but steadily open with insistent repetition.
Tears were rolling down Norrie’s face by the time the man pulled his head back up, finally letting him off of the cock that had been impaling his throat. Once again Norrie coughed and choked as it was removed, sucking in desperate lungfulls of air.
The man was moving him again. Norrie squirmed and wriggled as the man hauled him upright, spreading his legs on the couch and pulling Norrie into his lap, tugging him by his bound hands.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Norrie protested, doing his best to escape. “Stop it!”
Gerald grabbed his hair again and gave it a warning tug. “I told you to call me Sir,” he growled menacingly.
Norrie swallowed. His throat felt raw and chafed. “P-please, Sir,” he protested. “Please, no more...”
Gerald stilled. “Do you want the medicine or not?”
Norrie bit his lip. He needed those pills. He hung his head in defeat and stopped struggling.
“Well?” Gerald insisted.
“Y-yes,” Norrie whispered.
“Yes?” the man prompted.
“Yes Sir.”
“That’s more like it.” He could hear the grin in the man’s voice, even though the man was behind him. “Now get ready kid, ‘cause here I come.”
So saying, he lifted Norrie up and placed the boy’s slicked-up hole right at the tip of his straining erection. He pried apart the boy’s buttocks and slowly lowered him, carefully inserting just the tiniest tip of the head into the waiting pucker of muscle until he was sure they were aligned and the penis was beginning to slide into him. Then he let go of Norrie’s buttocks and used both hands and the boy’s own body weight to suddenly ram him downwards, sheathing himself fully inside the boy in one smooth, forceful slam.
Norrie screamed as he was penetrated, the man’s cock suddenly and completely buried inside him, filling him up. He felt like he would choke again, like the man’s dick was coming all the way up into his throat from the other side. He swallowed and gasped around the feeling of painful fullness.
Then the man began to fuck him. Norrie had to clench his jaw to keep from crying out again as the man thrust his hips up again and again, sliding the last couple inches of his cock in and out of the boy’s ass over and over with a wet slapping noise. Norrie squeezed his eyes shut as the man plundered his hole, holding him steady as he repeatedly fucked up into him.
It took a long time. After a few minutes of silence filled only by the squelch of Gerald’s cock going in and out of his butt, he heard the man’s panting voice behind him.
“Tell me how good it is,” Gerald demanded. “Beg me to keep going. Come on. Do it. Beg me to fill you with more cock. Beg me to fuck you harder. Beg me to come in you deep.”
Norrie said nothing, too scared to comply, until the man grabbed his hair once more and fisted it painfully. “Do it, or no medicine,” he hissed.
“O-oh,” Norrie tried. “Um- p-please Sir, please fuck me harder. G-go deeper. Please, as deep as you can. It’s... it’s so good. I love it so m-mu-ha!” The last went higher in pitch than he had intended as Gerald slammed a particularly vicious thrust into him.
“That’s right,” Gerald coaxed. “Keep going. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so bad,” Norrie complied. “Please Sir, fuck me with your big cock. Put it as deep in me as you can. I want more of it! I want Sir to come deep inside me!”
“Oh yeah?” was Gerald’s breathless voice by his ear. “Oh yeah? You want me?”
“Yeah!” Norrie lied. “Please, more!”
“Fuck, then here it comes,” Gerald growled. So saying, he yanked Norrie up off his cock and into the air. Norrie barely had time to make a noise of astonishment before the man had stood, carrying Norrie around to the side of the couch and bending him facedown over the arm of it, ass in the air. Then, as quick as he’d left, Gerald lined up his cock once more and slammed into him again at full force.
This new position let him thrust even deeper and harder. He positively slammed his hips into Norrie’s buttocks, filling him deep with his cock, the entire thick meaty spear buried deep, deep in the boy’s rectum. He pounded Norrie’s hole over and over, stretching it wide as his flesh slid in and out of the tight orifice.
He ravaged Norrie’s ass in this way for another few minutes before his hips went taut and he rammed in as deep as he could possibly go and came hard, filling Norrie’s ass with his seed. His cock stayed buried inside the boy as it pulsed over and over, shooting load after load of sperm up the boy’s rectum. Norrie’s ass clenched involuntarily around the invading spike, wringing it dry of all fluid and drinking it up thirstily.
Finally, after a long, tense moment, the man’s erection began to soften and slipped regretfully from Norrie’s ass. He heard the man give a tired, breathy laugh as he stumbled away from the boy and sat abruptly in one of the nearby kitchen chairs.
After another moment, during which Norrie could do nothing but lie over the arm of the couch and slowly begin to ooze Gerald’s cum from his asshole, the man stood up again. Norrie felt him approach and felt hands on his back, then realized that the man was untying his arms. They felt sore and chafed, as did his lips and bottom.
When he’d finished untying the shirt, Gerald threw the lump of fabric on top of Norrie’s head. “Here,” he said gruffly. “Get dressed. I’ll go get you the pills.” So saying, he left to go into the bathroom and closed the door.
Sniffling, Norrie did as he was told. He climbed painfully down off of the arm of the couch and pulled up his pants, which had never gotten farther down than his knees. Then he uncrumpled the shirt and pulled it over his head. He tried to sit down on the couch while he waited, but it was too painful on his sore bottom, so he just stood instead.
Finally Gerald returned from the bathroom. He was holding a standard prescription bottle full of small white pills. “Here,” he said, “these are technically for headaches, but they should work to reduce fever too. No more than two every six hours, got it?”
“Got it,” Norrie agreed softly.
He expected Gerald to hand him the bottle, but instead the man knelt down in front of him and reached around him. At first he thought Gerald was hugging him, but then he felt a hand on the waistband of his pants as they were pulled back and a hand slipped in beneath them.
Norrie gasped as the base of the pill bottle was forcibly shoved against his asshole until the loose, tired orifice eventually opened up and accepted it. Gerald slid the pill bottle inside him, all the way up to the base of the cap, then removed his hand and patted the lid through the fabric of Norrie’s pants. The way the tight fabric strained, it was easy to see the outline of the little protruding bulge that marked this new penetration.
“There you go,” said Gerald with a chuckle. “You can keep that nice and toasty for your uncle while you head back home.”
Norrie said nothing, afraid anything he might say or do would just make the man try something else. Instead he nodded and headed for the door, feeling the pill bottle shift inside him with each step.
“And hey,” Gerald said just as he was about to leave, “if you ever need anything else, don’t hesitate to come back. I’m happy to make another trade with you.”