The Flesh Cartel #1: Capture

the guy’s instep, just like Mat had taught him.
    The fucker laughed , and his arm squeezed so tight around Dougie’s chest he could barely breathe. Scratch that. Couldn’t breathe. When he exhaled, the arm clamped down harder, like a boa constrictor, preventing him from inhaling again. Thrashing around was no use, but his body seemed determined to do it anyway.
    Only when he lost the strength to keep struggling did he realize just how much trouble he was really in: this man he was crushed against, whoever he was, was grinding a massive erection into Dougie’s lower back.
    It was like something out of a fucking Brinks home security ad, except it was real, and Mat wasn’t here, and oh God what had Mat gotten them into? What had Dougie forced Mat to get them into?
    Oh God, what was this guy trying to force into him ? He realized the hand was gone from his chest, and he could breathe again, but then he couldn’t because the hand was between his legs , pushing in from the front, mashing his cock and balls as fingers probed at his ass, burrowed, shoved in.
    Dougie screamed against the hand clamped to his mouth again. No words this time, just horror and fear and oh God it hurts make him stop please make him stop! He struggled, kicked at his attacker’s shins, grabbed his arm with both hands and tried to pull it away. Nothing worked, and the man only hurt him for trying, digging one hand into the hinge of his jaw and jabbing hard with the fingers inside him.
    This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a mistake. Why not just break his knees, if Mat owed the guy money?
    Crime of opportunity . They hadn’t come with rape as their intention, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t stoop to it, given the chance. Why break his knees when this was just as effective at terrorizing? He whimpered into the hand, wanting to beg Take our TV. Take our Xbox. I’ve got a laptop in my bedroom, take that. Our dad’s watch, take it. Our mom’s engagement ring. Won’t that hold you off another month? Please, please, please.
    Those long fat fingers scissored inside him, thrust, and God how could Mat ever do this for fun when it hurt so fucking much?
    Mat . He needed Mat to come home and kick these guys’ asses into next year please, please, please, but instead the thug holding him just spun him around, exposing him to the leering faces of his three pals. One of them grabbed Dougie’s flaccid cock as those fingers thrust inside him again, and this time he begged to God Himself, who he hadn’t bothered with since the car accident, since the “bargaining” stage. It hadn’t worked out for him then, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to give it another go.
    The man with his cock in hand gave him a rough tug, pulling him off balance and shifting the pressure of the horrible fingers inside him. “You were right, J. He is a little pussy. Didn’t need all of us here. Coulda taken him down with one guy. I could be at the bar right now getting some strange.”
    “The brother,” the man behind him, J , reminded them all. He walked Dougie forward, forcing him by the fingers in his ass out into the hallway. “He’s not here, but who knows, he coulda been. And ain’t this ‘strange’ enough for you?”
    “I dunno about you,” said a third man, shouldering forward to take one of Dougie’s nipples in each hand and give them a brutal twist, “but I like me a little pussy.” He pulled one hand away to cup the bulge in his pants, squeezed and squeezed and squeezed with his other hand until tears sprang to Dougie’s eyes. “We got time for a little fun?”
    Pain ripped at his insides as J shoved another finger into him. “I don’t see why not. Brother’s not due back for hours.” Thrust . “Jesus Christ, I think this one’s a virgin.” He jerked Dougie’s head back with the hand still mashed to Dougie’s mouth, until Dougie was forced to look up into his eyes. “You a virgin, hole?”
    Would it make them stop? Go easier on him? Would it make them worse? Would they be able to tell if he lied? Would they punish him for it?
    Wait. They knew Mat’s schedule? They’d specifically come at a time they thought he wouldn’t be home? Cold dread sank into his stomach, mingling with the hot pain sparking through his body. But it made a perfect kind of sense, didn’t it? If anyone could take a beating, it was Mat. Best way to get to him was through Dougie. Always had been. Probably always would be.
    Well, whatever it was