It felt strange to be back outside again. Norrie held tight to Uncle David’s hand as he led them down the street towards the market. He should be happy, now that the lockdown had ended, but the atmosphere was far too tense to relax.
Norrie glanced worriedly around as they walked along the cracked street beside bullet-pocked walls. For the third time since they’d left the apartment, he caught a glimpse of a black-clad figure slipping behind a wall just as he turned in their direction.
“Don’t look,” his uncle warned him. “If you try to catch sight of them, it’ll just make you look more suspicious.”
“Who are they?” Norrie asked, wide-eyed.
“The local syndicate,” Uncle David murmured, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead. “Looks like they won the turf war for now. It’s... not the safest thing, being outside with them around. But it could be worse. Just keep your head down and don’t make eye contact with them. If they don’t see us as a threat, they should leave us alone.”
Norrie couldn’t help himself; he kept trying to catch a glimpse of the dark-clad figures as they walked, trying to get a sense for who they were and what they looked like. His curiosity was overflowing.
“Why are they dangerous?” he asked.
“They’ve got all the weapons,” his uncle told him. “They protect themselves, and the rest of us be damned. I hear they’ve got a lot of resources, but who knows. Best not to cross them.”
And that was all he would say on the subject.
But now Norrie was curious.
Asking around the building got him a patchwork of information that he was able to painstakingly piece together into a better understanding. There was some kind of gang that controlled the streets of the area. They ran the territory with an iron fist, and cared for nobody but their own. They were strong. They had drugs, maybe, some people said. Others said no, they had just been fortunate to end up with a lot of weapons and controlled access to some key resources. With them in charge, everyone was a little nervous, always keeping one eye out behind them. But it was better than being cooped up inside forever, everyone agreed.
The more he learned, the more an idea stuck with Norrie. He’d learned a lot, during lockdown, about the value of controlling resources. He’d learned a lot about what people were willing to trade.
So he waited for the middle of the day, when he knew very few people ventured outside. He told Uncle David that he was going to visit one of his friends in the other apartments. And he headed out into the street.
It didn’t take him long to run across one of the tell-tale dark flashes that meant someone was watching him. Norrie cleared his throat.
“Hello!” he said, feeling a little silly talking to thin air. “Umm, would you come out, please? I want to talk to you!”
He waited. Nothing happened. “I want to make a deal with your boss,” Norrie tried. “I’ve heard you guys are really strong, and that you can protect people. I want to make a deal.”
He waited again. Still nothing. The neighborhood around him was silent, the midday sun beating down onto the sidewalk, making the air hot and dry. From a distance he heard an insect chirp. There was no sign of anyone around; any buildings close enough to see Norrie had metal shutters like the ones on the apartment, or they were completely abandoned and empty, covered in graffiti.
Norrie sighed. “Hello?” he tried again. “Please?” No response. But he knew someone must be nearby. He had definitely seen movement. It seemed he would have to do things the hard way.
Norrie sat down on the sidewalk and pulled a small tube of lube from his pocket. Squeezing some onto his fingers, he used his other hand to pull down the back of his tiny jean shorts and expose his rear to the open air.
Turning on his side to give himself access, Norrie reached around behind himself and carefully inserted two fingers into his own ass. He moaned loudly, making sure he was audible.
“Oh,” he said to the open air as he began to finger himself, stretching his hole wide, “this feels so good! I’m so lonely. I really wish someone would come and fill me up! There’s no way these fingers will be enough to satisfy me on their own...”
When he looked up again, a dark figure was standing by the corner of the nearest building, watching him.
He couldn’t tell much about the man. He was wearing all black, including a cap on his head and a handkerchief tied over the bottom of his face. All that was visible were his eyes, which were narrowed in on Norrie, intently focused.
He was also carrying a very large black gun.
Norrie didn’t know much about guns, but this one looked fancy and dangerous. It was as long as the man’s forearm and had two things that looked like handles sticking down from the bottom. The barrel at the front was long, narrow, and smooth, a little bit wider at the very tip like the head of a cock.
Norrie thrust his fingers in and out of himself encouragingly, looking towards the man. “My ass is so empty...” he whined. “Won’t you come fill me up?”
Looking around cautiously, the man dressed in black came closer until he was standing over the boy, watching him finger himself. Norrie looked up at him and did his best to put on his most trustworthy expression.
The man knelt down next to Norrie and ungently re-arranged him, taking his fingers out of his ass and turning him onto his hands and knees. Then he lifted the strap of the gun from around his shoulders.
Norrie’s eyes widened, panicked. Had he miscalculated? Was he about to be shot? His body froze, stock still and terrified.
Grabbing Norrie’s buttock in one hand, the man brought the gun around behind him, pointing it directly at him.
Instead of shooting him, however, he proceeded to insert the barrel of the gun into Norrie’s rear end and push, burying the dangerous end of the weapon in Norrie’s tender hole. Norrie whimpered in fear as the gun slid inside him, the unyielding metal forging its way deeper and deeper into his body.
When the exposed end of the gun was fully inside him, the man stopped, laughing softly to himself. His voice was deep and gravelly. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blast you open from the inside,” he mocked.
Norrie whimpered. “Please! I want to make a deal with your boss! Please, if you take me to him, I’ll- I’ll suck your cock! I’ll do whatever you want!”
“‘Zzat right?” came the amused reply. “Alright. Let’s see what you can do.”
The man unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick, presenting it to Norrie with a sort of “have at it,” gesture. Grateful, and still very aware of the gun barrel nestled between his cheeks, Norrie lowered his head down to the soft member and got to work.
He did his best to apply all of the considerable skill he had gained over the past month to pleasing the man. Coaxing the cock awake with his fingers, Norrie lowered his mouth down onto the head and sucked it between his lips a few times, then ran his tongue along the fleshy mushroom. He made sure to make copious humming sounds of appreciation and encouragement as he lapped at the awakening member, quickly bringing it to stiffness.
Once the man was fully hard, Norrie opened his mouth as wide as he could and enveloped it, sliding the cock down his gullet until it was firmly seated in his throat. He swallowed, feeling his muscles contract around the meat. One of the man’s hands came to rest in his hair, grabbing the strands and squeezing.
The other reached behind Norrie, grabbing the body of the gun, and proceeded to fuck him with it. Norrie mewled as the man rammed the metal in and out of him, piercing him with the unforgiving rod of the gun’s muzzle again and again. It made it a bit harder to focus on fellating the man, but by this point Norrie had had a great deal of practice. He did his best to ignore the dangerous weapon slamming into his ass and concentrate on the blowjob instead.
Luckily for him, the man didn’t take long. Norrie spent about five minutes steadily bobbing his head up and down on the man’s dick, forcing it over and over down his throat, before he felt the man’s fingers and balls clench and was rewarded with a salty flood of cum gushing down his throat. He swallowed and swallowed, making sure to consume every last drop of the lustful gift he was given. Only when the man’s cock was fully flaccid once more and had slipped out from between his lips did he finally deign to remove the gun from Norrie’s ass. Norried sighed in relief.
“Alright,” the man laughed. “You’ve proved you’re good for it. I’ll take you to see the boss.”
Norrie nodded gratefully and pulled up his pants, pocketing the lube once more and struggling to stand up. His ass hurt a little from being rammed so hard with such a stiff object, but he was well used to the sensation by now and ignored it.
To Norrie’s surprise, the man pulled another black handkerchief from his pocket and proceeded to tie it over Norrie’s eyes. “Can’t have you seeing where we go,” he informed him.
Norrie had a sudden feeling of trepidation. Had he made a mistake? Was this man about to kidnap him, take him to some kind of dungeon basement and keep him locked up forever as a sex slave? If he wanted to, there was nothing Norrie would be able to do to stop him.
Knowing that one way or another he’d sealed his fate, Norrie gave up control and let the man lead him away.
It took longer than he’d expected to travel to wherever the man was taking him. They walked for several minutes before Norrie was placed in some kind of vehicle. He could feel the engine humming beneath him. It wasn’t a car; the pitch of the engine was higher, and he could still feel the wind in his hair as the strange contraption swept him off to face the consequences of his actions.
At the other end of the ride he was lifted off of the not-car and then led forward. He couldn’t see anything behind his blindfold, but he could tell that the light had shifted, and a difference in the air meant they were inside now. A moment later he heard a new voice, strange.
“The fuck is this?”
“Present for the boss,” said his captor with a leer.
“You checked him?” said the first voice. “He’s got something in his pocket.”
There were hands on him, and the tube of lube was drawn out of his pocket and presumably displayed. Then it was placed back into his pocket with a laugh.
“Got it,” said the first voice, sounding amused. “He should have some time for that kind of distraction. Go on through.”
Then they were moving again. Norrie clung to his captor’s side to keep from stumbling, until finally he heard a door shut behind him and the blindfold was abruptly ripped from his head.
“Hey boss,” said the man who had brought him. “This kid here wanted to meet you. Says he wants to make a deal.”
Norrie looked around the room he’d been taken to with awe. It was an office—the fanciest he’d ever seen. Though there were no windows, every wall was covered in bookshelves, and there was a fancy rug with intricate patterns on the floor beneath him. Towards the side of the room was a heavy wooden desk with a fancy black rolling chair, and seated in the chair...
Norrie swallowed. He couldn’t help but stare. The man behind the desk had turned to look at Norrie like he was an insect, his gaze cold and unflinching. Unlike Norrie's original captor he wasn’t wearing a mask, so it was easy to see the two enormous scars that criss-crossed his face, one horizontal across the middle and the other diagonal from over one eye down to the edge of the opposite jaw. In many ways, he looked a lot like any of the middle-aged military men that lived in the apartment building. But the sheer force and presence of him was entirely different from anyone Norrie had ever met.
He looked unimpressed. “What?” he asked coldly. His eyes bored into Norrie. “What do you want?”
“U-um.” Norrie could feel himself shaking with fear. “I want... I wanted to trade for protection. For me and my uncle. I’m told you’re the strongest there is around here, and... and I don’t want us to have to be scared all the time.”
The boss looked up at the man who had brought Norrie. “What the hell?” he asked. “You got a soft spot for little kids now? Why are you bothering me with this shit?”
He looked dismissively back down at Norrie. “I don’t know what you’ve been told, kid, but a trade involves something on both sides. What’ve you got to bargain with?”
Norrie swallowed, plucking up his courage and trying his best to remember everything he’d learned from the wide variety of men to whom he’d offered his body.
“I-I have two tight and ready holes,” he said shyly. “If you’ll protect us, then you and your, um, your friends can do whatever you want with them, whenever you want.”
The man raised a surprised eyebrow. He looked back at Norrie’s captor to confirm; the man just grinned at him. Then he returned his gaze to Norrie.
He swiveled his chair around to fully face the boy. His expression was calculating, evaluating the proposition before him.
Finally he said, “Alright then, a trial. Give me a sample of the goods, and I’ll decide whether we’ll take you up on it.”
Norrie nodded and stepped forward quickly. He was still nervous approaching the man, but the boss showed no sign of making any move at all, either to help or stop him.
Arriving at the man’s side, Norrie reached forward to the man’s lap to undo the fastener and zipper of his pants. Moments later he was pulling out the man’s generously-sized cock. It was already sniffing the air curiously, twitching towards him. Eagerly, Norrie repeated his actions from earlier, coaxing the man’s member to hardness and lowering his mouth onto it, teasing the head with his lips and tongue.
As he feasted on the boss’s manhood, Norrie pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him naked from the waist down. He grabbed the little bottle of lube as he did so, and flipped open the cap.
As he began to bob his head up and down on the man’s cock, Norrie reached behind himself with slick fingers and began once more to prepare his hole for penetration. It was still a little slick from before, coated in the grease from the gun muzzle that had been inside him.
Norrie hummed encouragingly around the cock in his mouth and bobbed up and down in time with the fingers pressing over and over into his ass.
As he worked himself, he heard the man above him say something, felt his body shift as he gestured.
“Well?” the boss was saying.
“Sure,” came the voice of the other man behind him. “I’m up for a second round. And he does look real cute with his mouth full like that.”
Before Norrie fully understood what was happening, his fingers were once again removed from his ass and something much larger took their place, waiting at the entrance. Moments later, a cock pushed its way into his ass, breaching the hole and sliding inside him.
Norrie couldn’t say anything with his mouth currently pleasuring the boss’s cock, so he could only remain still and endure as the grunt who had brought him here proceeded to fuck his ass. The man was fast and unforgiving, thrusting into him at a bruising clip, pumping his phallus into Norrie again and again. Norrie was pinned, spread out across the boss’s lap, his feet lifted up off the ground as his ass was relentlessly plundered.
For several long minutes he was fucked from either end, the only sound in the room the wet slaps of the men using his offered orifices. In contrast to the man ravaging his rear hole, the boss did little to nothing to assist Norrie, forcing the boy to do all the work. Norrie pleasured him as best he could, lifting his head up and down in time with the thrusts into his ass and tonguing the head every time he withdrew far enough to do so. He swallowed and swallowed around the stiff member, trying to get it off.
It was the first man, however, the one who Norrie had serviced before, who came first. Norrie could feel the man’s balls twitch against his ass as he slammed in as deep as he could go and spasmed, injecting his seed deep into Norrie’s rectum. He held his ass in place as he filled the boy with cum, then finally let him down once more with a pleased sigh as his cock gave a last tired twitch and regretfully retreated from Norrie’s hole.
Norrie came up for air, finally, light-headed from pleasing the boss. The man’s cock stood stiff and erect like a spear in his lap, expectant.
Norrie licked his lips, swallowing the little bit of drool that had managed to seep its way out. This was an audition, he understood. They were testing him to see whether they’d accept his offer. He had to do the best job he knew how.
Climbing up onto the chair, Norrie straddled the boss’s lap with his knees. It was a little tough; he was quite a large man and Norrie’s own legs were quite small by comparison. Still, his flexibility had improved significantly from the various workouts the men in the apartment building had given him. Norrie lifted himself up, positioned his ass directly over the waiting spike of the man’s phallus, and then began to sit down.
He gave a heavy sigh, tapered to a groan, as the spear of meat spread him open and sank into his passage, burying itself inside him. He kept going, lowering himself inch by inch, until he had fully enveloped the man’s cock, felt its considerable length nestled inside his straining flesh.
Then he began to work it, raising himself up and slamming down again and again, forcing the cock in and out of his tight hole. He whimpered, and then remembered that most of the men he’d done this for liked to be talked to.
“Oh, it’s so good,” he mewled. “Your cock feels so big inside of me! My hole feels so good!”
Norrie continued to fuck himself on the man’s cock, thrusting it into himself over and over, running through every compliment he’d been taught.
“My little boy-pussy loves the way you fill it up. You’re so big and hard, I can barely stand it. You’re opening me all the way up, hitting me so deep. I love the way it feels. Oh yeah, fuck me all the way. All the way deep. Come deep up inside me! I wanna be filled up with your cum! Pour it all into me!”
Despite these exhortations, the boss showed no sign of coming, merely leaning back in his chair and enjoying the show with a small smirk on his face. Norrie continued, determined, impaling himself at a regular, dedicated clip.
“Oh yeah, so big,” Norrie continued. “Your cock is so massive! I want it harder! Deeper!” He redoubled his thrusts, slamming down onto the man’s lap as hard as he could. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need it deep! All the way inside me!”
And so it went, Norrie slamming himself down on the man’s lap over and over for what felt like hours. He went through every dirty thing he’d ever been taught to say at least twice, begging the man to come inside him, begging for multiple cocks, expounding on his love for being penetrated by a variety of phalluses at once. Norrie was sweating profusely from strain and effort before he finally, finally felt the man’s hips twitch as he came inside his ass.
“That’s it!” Norrie encouraged. “Fill me up! Fill me up with your baby juice! Make me wish you could get my ass pregnant!”
This startled a laugh out of the mob boss as the last pulse of his orgasm flooded Norrie’s rectum. He too was breathing a bit hard when he finally came down. He flashed a grin and patted Norrie condescendingly on the head.
“Well now,” he said, his voice pleased, “it seems we’ve got a new whore for our crew. Those are, indeed, some delightful little holes on you.”
Norrie’s eyes grew wide with relief. He felt like he wanted to cry. “So, you’ll do it?” he asked, breathless. “You’ll protect us?”
“Sure,” the man offered. “We’ll keep you and your uncle safe with us, and in exchange you’ll make your holes available to any of us whenever we want, and pleasure every man or combination of men who asks you to, however he wants. Deal?”
Norrie smiled joyfully, feeling the man’s cum beginning to drip out of his tired and well-exercised hole; a familiar sensation. “Deal!” he agreed.