Original fic...
Original fiction. NC17. Non-con, h/c, drug use, violence, supernatural stuff (perhaps!), bisexuality, and all that.
This was written as a story for a friend, and therefore it's mostly stream-of-consciousness with little to no editing. I thought people might enjoy it anyway.
Part 1.
***
Garrett lived under a bridge sometimes. Sometimes he lived in expensive apartments owned by rich men and women. Most of all he blew like a tumbleweed, and there wasn't much of the city that he didn't know. He was pretty happy with his life, despite occasional starvation and lice...up until he met Dr. Walter.
Dr. Walter picked him up one day when he was unconscious at the side of the road. Garrett had had too much of everything the night before. At nineteen, it just took a good night's sleep to recover, but Dr. Walter didn't think so.
Her stern face with its cold glasses and bun rose above him as he lay there, and she shook him awake. "Young man," she said. "Young man, you are not well. I will take you back to my practice and give you medicine."
"I'm cool woman I just need more sleep," Garrett said fuzzily, but she looked at him so fiercely that he said, "Ok fine whatever, but I charge by the hour."
Back at her practice, she stripped him down with practiced efficiency and wrinkled her nose.
"You smell horrific. What drugs did you take last night?"
"I don't know. All of them?"
Then he saw her expression change to just slightly concerned for a moment when she looked at his body.
Scars, bruises, cuts, scrapes. He earned every one. Including a new cut wound on his thigh from the night before.
"What the hell is this from?"
"Oh. Knife. Woman, I didn't ask you to do this."
"Be quiet. I'm tending to you."
Her fingers were so gentle near his balls that he would've gotten hard except that he was all used up, and instead he felt irritable, and simply lay there while she did whatever it was she wanted.
"You need to dry out. Stay here for observation. You can use this room today."
"That will cost you a ton of money," Garrett said.
Dr. Walter looked amused. "And all I get is the opportunity to help you heal?"
"It's your decision to do this."
"Then fine, I'll give you a thousand bucks for the fine opportunity to fulfill my doctor's oath."
Her pale face looked ironic, but her eyes were dead serious, so Garrett looked away.
"Ok fine, that'll work. But usually I charge more for weirdos who do shit like this to me."
"Oh we haven't even started," Dr. Walter said dryly.
***
Dr. Walter was a strange woman. She was thin as a rail and Garrett couldn't tell her age because she hid behind those thick, fierce glasses.
She came in once an hour and made Garrett drink stuff. He took it, feeling absolutely amused as she poured out cups for him.
"This has electrolytes to rebalance your blood after being so dehydrated." Her tone was severe, and she stood with her arms crossed, glaring at him until he drank it.
"Lady, when do we fuck? I just want to get this over with and get away from your attitude," Garrett said, sighing. "I don't need a fucking mother."
Dr. Walter ignored him. "Take these vitamins. I'm a doctor, not a mother. I don't turn away from people who are sick."
There was a television in the room. Garrett lay and rested, watching strange documentaries about animals and history. Whenever Dr. Walter came in he turned it to whatever channel he thought would annoy her most, though. One of them was porn, two women licking each other's pussies.
"Are you gay?" Garrett asked. "Is that why you act this way?"
"Yes, absolutely," Dr. Walter said, staring at him with enormous eyes. "I'm a dyke. I don't like men at all. Now shut up and lie on your stomach while I look at your anus."
"What? You're a sick woman," Garrett said, "absolutely not."
"You're a prostitute, yes? I thought I'd look for contusions or inner bleeding, considering the condition you were in today."
"Stay away from my ass."
"Here. Medicated cream." She handed it to him. "Keep the tube."
"Fuck you, lady," Garrett said, finally sick of this game. He was well-rested enough that he could get going, anyway.
"I'm paying for this, right? So shut up and do as I say."
She had a point. Easy money was easy money. "Yes doctor." Rolling to his back and lifting up his ass, lewdly, pushing down his jeans.
Garrett caught an expression finally. Compassion. He hated that worse than anything, so he spread his legs.
Without a word she inspected him and treated him with the ointment, and then put the tube on the side.
"Now you can get out of my office."
"Money."
"Oh, right."
Dr. Walter took cash out of her wallet and handed it over, and then she turned. "If you want, you can come back in a month for a check-up, or AIDs screening, or whatever you like."
Garrett pocketed the money with no expression. "Don't count on it, lady." And then he left, haunted by the expression of pity on her face. What a condescending bitch she'd been. Still, it was enough money to pay rent somewhere for a week in the city.
*
A month later he staggered into her office in bad shape.
***
Dr. Walter was in the middle of treating a woman who'd been beaten by her husband when the nurse came to get her.
"There's a guy in the waiting room who says you'll see him with no insurance. Is this true?"
Dr. Walter furrowed her brow and went to the waiting room to see, and then she immediately ran to his side. "Help me carry him to a room," she said. "Sarah, you tend to the patient in room 3 -- she needs some stitches. I don't know what's wrong with this one yet but I'll get back to you after triage."
They carried Garrett to room five and lay him down. He passed out as soon as his head hit the bed, and Dr. Walter began the examination without a word.
There was a story in her head. She constructed it as she looked at him. He'd been raped, or used hard sexually, by at least three men. Possibly four. They'd pushed hard objects into his anus, and into his mouth, not necessarily penises. He'd been beaten and tortured and tied down with rope, burnt with lighters, cut.
She treated his wounds carefully, stitching the cuts while he remained unconscious, cleaning him with hot water and hydrogen peroxide, dressing him in loose hospital garments and letting him sleep.
Sarah came back in, looking sorrowful. "That poor boy. What happened to him? How old is he?"
"I don't know. Sixteen? And we don't know if it was consensual or not."
"Are you serious? It looks like rape and beating."
Dr. Walter's voice was still expressionless. "That's an assumption. Perhaps he chose this experience."
Sarah shook her head. "No...no."
"We'll have to wait for him to wake up, won't we?"
*
Garrett woke up. "Hey doc. I'm fucked up." He started to laugh, weakly. "I didn't want to come back because you're suck a sick overbearing fuck, but it was that or die in an alley."
"I don't care," Dr. Garrett said dryly.
Sarah, the nurse, burst out with it though. "What happened?"
Garrett smiled at her. She was pretty and had nice tits. "All kinds of stuff but they went too far. The fuckers didn't even pay me when they thought I was dead."
Sarah had a tear in her eye. "I don't know how you can do it, you poor --"
"Leave please, I'm going to give him some painkiller now."
"Come on back," Garrett gave her a charming smile.
Sarah left, though, and Dr. Walter gave him painkillers, two in her palm. "You don't get the bottle," she said. "This is strong stuff."
He took them, silenced by her voice. "Do you ever smile?"
"No."
"I feel really bad, doc." For the first time, fear in his voice.
"You'll be fine. It'll take a week though. Do you have somewhere to stay?"
"No."
"Then stay here. But don't seduce my nurses or I'll be extremely unhappy with you."
"Why, do you want to fuck them instead?"
She left without another word, but let him stay in the room.
***
That night fever and infection took him. Dr. Walter was working late, finishing paperwork, when she heard the restless sound of moans and cries from his room.
She went in and found him in a dry heat -- his fever raging, looking at her with hallucinating eyes. "Dad. Why are you throwing me out? I didn't steal the drugs. Please let me stay, I don't know what I'll do. Dad, please..."
Starting to cry like a child.
Dr. Walter put her hand on his forehead and felt it. Her eyes were expressionless behind those glasses, but her touch was gentle. She woke him up enough to make him take a fever reducer, and inspected his wounds, cleaning them again.
He settled after a while, and she called the night nurse to look after him.
Garrett slept for a long time. In the morning he woke up and found Renee sitting next to him with a book in her hand. She had long dark hair and looked sweet and he smiled at her, reaching out.
"I'm cold," he said.
"That's because you were fevered all night long," Renee said, getting up with a yawn to reach for a blanket.
"No, I'm cold because I don't have you sleeping beside me." He used his sweetest tone, hoping that it would work on her. He was cute enough that it sometimes did...
Renee turned her head. "You know that Dr. Walter doesn't like unprofessional behavior," she said, but her mouth was curved in a little smile.
"You want to, I can tell," Garrett said, and scooted over on the bed, wincing.
Renee came over to him and put her hand on his arm, her expression suddenly concerned. "Actually, I am going to change your wound dressing, ok? It's probably seeping." Compassion again.
Garrett fucking hated that more than anything. He was proud of getting by, and not ashamed of what he did to feed himself. "Fine," he said, but he got short and annoyed. He didn't look at her while she changed his bandages, and her expression got hurt instead.
She kept quiet though.
"Done? I'm sleeping again." Garrett felt like he could sleep forever.
"Done," Renee said, biting her lip. She turned and walked out quickly, and Garrett hoped that she wouldn't pity him again.
*
When he woke up the second time, Dr. Walter was staring at him through her thick glasses.
"You made my nurse cry. How did you manage that?" Her tone was slightly amused, though, and she brought up her stethoscope to listen to his breathing. "She's my toughest one too."
"She was fine. I don't know." Garrett shrugged. But Dr. Walter kept staring at him, steadily, so he said, "She was pitying me."
"You're right. Why should she pity someone with multiple contusions and bruises and ripped-up genitals?" Dr. Walter kept her voice dry.
"Oh, whatever. Just do your work."
Dr. Walter smiled a little, and Garrett blinked. "You're mending. Should I send in a male nurse instead?"
"Yeah. They won't pity me as much."
"I'm going home finally. It's been a long two days. I'll be back tomorrow."
Garrett looked at her, his expression suddenly curious. "Where do you live? Do you have a gay partner? What do you do when you aren't here?"
"Not your business, no, and sleep." Dr. Walter smiled at him just a little. "Rest up. Don't seduce the male nurse."
"I will." Garrett winked, and Dr. Walter left.
***
It didn't take very long before Joe's hand was under the blankets jerking him off while they kissed. Nurse Joe was totally the best, and didn't fuck around with compassion or pity. He just took Garrett up on his offer immediately, leaned in to start fucking tongues, and gave him the best handjob with his own dick hard down his pants.
When Garrett came, he cleaned them up, and went to get more medicine. "Hey. Do you smoke weed? It's 3 AM and everybody's gone and I swear it's the only way I get through the fucking night shift," Joe sighed.
"Hey, uh, you don't want me to do you back?"
"Nah I'll jerk off later. You're not in the position to do anything for me, ok? But you're hot, I'll think about you."
"Why is Dr. Walter so uptight?"
Joe began to laugh.
"What?"
He sat down next to Garrett, fished his pipe and bag of weed out of his pocket, and began to pack it. A few buds later they were peacefully sharing puffs.
"Isn't this like, illegal? In fact, why aren't you fired?"
"It's a long story," Joe said.
"Tell me."
Joe sat back, quiet for a moment.
"Let's just say that I'm related to her. And let's just say that she lets me get away with shit."
"Are you her son?"
Joe smiled, but throughout that long night, he wouldn't answer, or tell him anything else about the doctor. "If she wants to tell you something she will."
*
In the morning, Dr. Garrett came in, wrinkled her nose, glared at Joe and sighed. Then she saw the wadded tissue in the garbage and sighed again, but she didn't yell at either one of them.
She was very silent while she changed Garrett's bandages and inspected him.
This time he rolled over and spread his legs, wincing, without asking first. "Hey doc. Please, is my asshole broken? I gotta know."
"The stitches are healing."
He started to shake, remembering the moment. Complete silence from the doctor while she looked at him, and for some reason, her coldness let him let go. He felt a tear or two slide down his cheek.
"I didn't want them to put that in me. It was hard. I screamed, and they laughed. They came on my face while I bled."
Silence. He turned his head and looked at her, and she just nodded.
"Your body is young. It will heal."
"How much do I owe you for all this?"
"I thought I had to pay you for the privilege." Her voice was dry, but she was smiling a little.
"Why?"
She shut down then. Turning. "Rest more. Another few days."
"No, answer me. Why are you doing this?"
Dr. Walter left, and Joe came in again.
"Hey. Don't ask her shit, if she wants to tell you, she will," he said.
"What the fuck was she, a mafia hoe?"
Joe laughed, and then winked at him. "So...uh. Does your hand work? I'm horny."
***
By Friday, Garrett was restless. It was nice there but he was bored of Joe and pot and the TV and Dr. Walter's silence. So he was all dressed in his washed and mended jeans.
Dr. Walter smiled at him one more time, and he just stared at her.
"I hope you don't come back," she said. "No offense."
"Me too," he said, feeling unsettled as always by her pale skin and pale hair and thick glasses. "You ... If I saw you outside of here I think I'd die of shock."
"It's happened. At least once before." Dry tone.
Garrett stared at her closer, picking up a glint of humor in her tone. "Are you even human?"
He actually got Dr. Walter to laugh, and he felt almost victorious as he left. He even took the condoms they offered.
"Actually, come in again," Dr. Walter said. "For your AIDs screening. In a month. I hope I don't see you before then."
*
Dr. Walter stared after him with thoughtful eyes, watching the kid limp off down the street.
"Joe? I respect his privacy and all, but he's burning his candle at both ends. Will you keep an eye on him?"
Joe nodded. "Yeah, I know his beat. I'll keep it low key, but I'll make sure he has eyes on him."
*
Garrett cursed himself, that first night out of the hospital. He was on the street and it was cold, and even though he felt free, he knew he'd either have to work for his lodging or sleep on the street. He thought of Joe's easy laughter and sex and even easier pipe with nostalgia, and when the rough-looking guy on the motorcycle stopped to cruise him, he almost went running back.
But then he reminded himself that this was his life and he was proud of it, and he could handle anything. Even a gang rape. His asshole was healed and his body felt healthier than it had in a long time, so he met the man's eyes.
"What kind of fuck do you want?"
"There's a motel down the road. I'll give you a thousand if you let me tie you up."
That got Garrett hot, so he nodded and got on the back of the bike.
Karl was rough and big and hairy, and ordered him to get naked except for his briefs. Then he tied Garrett up effectively and quickly, binding his wrists over his head, his legs splayed out but with enough room for him to raise his ass. The rope was thick and chaffed Garrett's wrists, and he was hard for this.
"Suck my balls." The first order as the man knelt over his head, and he obediently opened up his mouth.
The orders came quickly after that, and Garrett's tongue got a workout. Then the man got out a small thin whip and began to lay into his chest.
"Little slut, tell me how many fucks you have a night."
Garrett didn't tell him at first, but when the pain got to be just enough he lied and made up a number, causing the man to growl out his shocked satisfaction. Then the man got him hard with a finger playing inside of him while he kept calling Garrett worse and worse names ...
Garrett loved the pain of it, the way this man made him feel like nothing, like he was giving up everything just to make him feel good.
"Fuck me. Please fuck me, sir. Your finger isn't as big as your dick and I want that in my ass please."
"Beg for it harder little whore. You don't deserve me."
"I don't but please, I think you want me and I'll feel so good and I'll make you cum so hard..."
And finally the feeling of the thick dick in his ass made him cry out, and then he got his ass fucked so roughly that he felt worried for his stitches. At the same time, he loved how it turned his body into nothing but a hole for Karl's desire.
Obliteration...
Nada.
Redemption.
The shadow at the window paused, and then moved on.
***
Dr. Walter looked at her clock. It was almost time. Fully dark outside, and the last patient was gone.
Almost the last. There was one left, but this one had been there almost for a year.
She had to. She hated the necessity, but she had to. When she unlocked the basement door, he was doing pushups. He bounced to his feet and looked at her with a mix of dread and anticipation. "You're here. What's the prognosis, doctor? Can I go yet?"
Dr. Walter looked at him with a mixture of graveness and sorrow. "How is your life here? Is it good?"
"It's okay," Michael said. "I've been trapped here for ages, it feels. Why did you shut me up here? What does my family think?" He came up to her, wrapping his fingers around her hospital coat, gripping her collar. His expression turned fierce. "Are you my doctor or my captor? What is your fucking ISSUE? LET ME GO."
Dr. Walter put her cool fingers on his cheek, and with a stronger grasp than normal, pried his fingers off her collar. Then pushed him back so hard with a little shove that he stumbled back and lay across the hospital bed.
"Doctor?" His voice shook. "What happens when I lose time, down here?"
She came closer, unbuttoning her jacket, staring at him.
"Lie back, and I'll tell you everything."
He lay back, and a second later she was sitting astride him, pushing up her straight, strict skirt, leaning over, letting her hair fall down from its bun.
"T-tell me doctor." His breath went faster, and his fingers almost automatically fell to her ass, pushing her against him.
"Good boy." Dr. Walter leaned down and ran her tongue up along his neck, finding the place that was warmest and putting her lips against the pulse. "Yesss. I'll tell you in juuuust one moment."
*
Eveline was an elegant woman. She found him in the park lying on the grass. She was walking her small toy poodle when the dog broke free and ran to smell Garrett.
The woman knelt beside him while the dog licked his face and paused, just staring at him. "Mmmm, I can see why my dog likes your face." A cool smile.
Garrett smiled back. He'd be getting a shower that night, and possibly a nice bed.
An hour later Eveline was in her expensive shower with Garrett behind her, making sure her breasts were nice and clean before he bit them. Her ass pressed against him, and he was hard for her. She was older than he was, but her body was toned and well-groomed and she moaned as she moved...
"Do I have to be cleaner?" she said, spreading her legs.
In another moment he was inside of her, bracing himself against the slick warm tile and feeling the welcome heat of her body. Outside the bathroom door, the small dog barked while they fucked.
Later, Eveline made him eat sushi off of her, putting the pieces bit by bit all over her chest and stomach.
"Now THIS is a good way to spend my husband's money," she moaned, with his tongue against her belly button.
"Mhm." Garrett hated it when they started to complain about their husbands. It wasn't his business, and it killed his hard-on.
She put a piece of sushi lower, right above her pussy. Garrett obliged and leaned down, taking it in his mouth.
"MMmmmm... I love how your lips feel on my skin."
"Good," he said, eager to change the subject. Then her fingers paused on his back. She'd been stroking it. Puzzled.
"What's this mark? It's almost cut into you. A triangle?"
"Hm?" Garrett sat up, feeling strange. He didn't remember any of his johns cutting a triangle into his back, right between the shoulders. He tried to crane his head. A small feeling of fear pooled in his gut. "What is that?"
Eveline traced it, a triangle shape, right between his shoulder blades. "I like it. It's hot." Digging her nails in.
*
Dr. Walter paused her motion. She was riding Michael's cock, and her skin was pink for the first time in weeks. She rarely let herself do this, but Michael didn't remember after she'd drank...
A trickle of blood fell from his neck to the bed, and his eyes were drowsy and dazed as he moaned, moving with her.
She felt something. A tickle in her head. Ah ... Garrett. Someone was playing with him, but it didn't hurt him. He was okay.
"Harder," she growled, and gripped Michael around the neck.
He cried out and obliged, thrusting up so hard that she felt it all through her.
So alive, so alive.
She licked the blood from her lips and let herself come.
***
Eveline kept him around. His life was luxurious for a month, although he chaffed at the restrictions she placed on his life. It was like a velvet cage... He didn't love sex with her. She was hot and they worked well together, but sometimes he felt the urge for something rougher. A man's back pressing him to a bed, a hard dick shoving up his ass. He'd asked Eveline to fuck him, at least with her fingers, but she'd protested.
"That's dirty. Unless you meant you want to do it to me? That you can do." She rolled over for him, but that wasn't the point -- sometimes he got tired of being the one to control everything. Sometimes he wanted to be overwhelmed by a greater power, something that would push him to his knees.
So it was almost a relief when he took some of her cash and headed for the door at the end of the month.
"Where are you going?"
"To my doctor."
"I want to come too."
"No, thank you though. It's a lot of fingers up my bottom. I'm sure you don't want to deal with that."
"Ah no, you're right. Come back quickly. I want you to be my escort to the theater tonight."
"Yes ma'am," Garrett said, and thanked Dr. Walter inside of his head for this excellent chance to escape. Fuck this velvet cage... He'd come back tomorrow, maybe.
When he walked into Dr. Walter's office for his testing, Sarah recognized him and raised her eyebrows.
"Nice outfit," she said, smiling.
"Thanks," Garrett said. Eveline had dressed him well -- he had a whole wardrobe that he was abandoning at her house, without a backward glance. He'd be warm and clean for another night or two. "How've you been, pretty?" Winking at her.
Sarah blushed and laughed. "Pee in this cup please, and the doctor will see you in a minute."
Garrett headed toward a bathroom, and then paused, glancing down a hallway.
There was a sad procession coming up some stairs. A body, in a bag, on a stretcher. Someone dead. Dr. Walter was there, though, looking strange herself.
Her hair was down.
When Garrett came back with the cup of pee in his hand, he asked Sarah about it.
She looked shocked for a moment, and then leaned forward to whisper. "Please, I beg you. Whatever you do, don't ask about M -- him. He's finally resting. He was...a difficult case."
"Uh, fine." Another weird thing to add to the rest of the questions in his head, like ... Why did Dr. Walter allow Joe to smoke dope in the office, when she wouldn't let the rest of the girls stray? And...what was Dr. Walter's past, anyway? Why did she do this...
He went to 'his' room and found it just as he'd left it, complete with Joe asleep on a chair.
"Oy! Sleeping on the job!" Garrett smiled and kicked his foot.
"Oh -- heeey hot stuff." Joe smiled sleepily up at him. "You here for long? We should totally f --"
Dr. Walter walked in and Joe stood up immediately. "F...ind some time to chat," Joe finished. "See you!"
Garrett stared at her.
Oh god she was different.
"Take off your clothing and lie down." But her tone was as dry as ever.
Garrett couldn't stop staring at her, though. Her skirt was hiked up, her shirt hastily buttoned, her hair down in a thick mass of curls around her neck. And her lips were red, red below the glasses.
"Uh...hi? Going out tonight?"
"Hm? Never." She leaned over him as he lay naked on the bed, looking his body over, and when she did, her hair tickled his chest. She frowned, tucking her fingers into her hair, about to tie it up when Garrett lightly touched her wrist.
"No, it's nice down."
She raised her eyebrow and put it up anyway, and he sighed. Still, he stared at her neck, fascinated by the pink tone to her skin. She looked so...healthy.
"You're looking great, doc. Been on vacation?"
"No. Your body is fine. Turn over."
"Oh...by the way. What's on my back?" Garrett turned over, pointing to the triangle.
"Ah. I apologize for that. It was necessary to stitch up some of the wounds last time, and it formed that triangle."
Garrett frowned, feeling exceedingly puzzled, but why would she lie...? "Ok."
And then her fingers carefully examining his back.
He knew what was there. Mostly teeth and nail marks.
"You've had a dull month, it seems." Her voice was dryly amused again.
And suddenly it tickled him, and he began to laugh, turning to meet her eyes... "Oh fuck yes, I'm so sick of that rich spoiled brat..."
She'd taken off her glasses for just a moment, and he found his breath trapped in his throat when he saw her eyes.
They were deep and blue and sharp and looked just as cold as the rest of her, as if the only thing standing in the way of a decision to leave you bleeding to death in the parking lot ... was just her vow.
***
[ Why yes, there will be more. ]
This was written as a story for a friend, and therefore it's mostly stream-of-consciousness with little to no editing. I thought people might enjoy it anyway.
Part 1.
***
Garrett lived under a bridge sometimes. Sometimes he lived in expensive apartments owned by rich men and women. Most of all he blew like a tumbleweed, and there wasn't much of the city that he didn't know. He was pretty happy with his life, despite occasional starvation and lice...up until he met Dr. Walter.
Dr. Walter picked him up one day when he was unconscious at the side of the road. Garrett had had too much of everything the night before. At nineteen, it just took a good night's sleep to recover, but Dr. Walter didn't think so.
Her stern face with its cold glasses and bun rose above him as he lay there, and she shook him awake. "Young man," she said. "Young man, you are not well. I will take you back to my practice and give you medicine."
"I'm cool woman I just need more sleep," Garrett said fuzzily, but she looked at him so fiercely that he said, "Ok fine whatever, but I charge by the hour."
Back at her practice, she stripped him down with practiced efficiency and wrinkled her nose.
"You smell horrific. What drugs did you take last night?"
"I don't know. All of them?"
Then he saw her expression change to just slightly concerned for a moment when she looked at his body.
Scars, bruises, cuts, scrapes. He earned every one. Including a new cut wound on his thigh from the night before.
"What the hell is this from?"
"Oh. Knife. Woman, I didn't ask you to do this."
"Be quiet. I'm tending to you."
Her fingers were so gentle near his balls that he would've gotten hard except that he was all used up, and instead he felt irritable, and simply lay there while she did whatever it was she wanted.
"You need to dry out. Stay here for observation. You can use this room today."
"That will cost you a ton of money," Garrett said.
Dr. Walter looked amused. "And all I get is the opportunity to help you heal?"
"It's your decision to do this."
"Then fine, I'll give you a thousand bucks for the fine opportunity to fulfill my doctor's oath."
Her pale face looked ironic, but her eyes were dead serious, so Garrett looked away.
"Ok fine, that'll work. But usually I charge more for weirdos who do shit like this to me."
"Oh we haven't even started," Dr. Walter said dryly.
***
Dr. Walter was a strange woman. She was thin as a rail and Garrett couldn't tell her age because she hid behind those thick, fierce glasses.
She came in once an hour and made Garrett drink stuff. He took it, feeling absolutely amused as she poured out cups for him.
"This has electrolytes to rebalance your blood after being so dehydrated." Her tone was severe, and she stood with her arms crossed, glaring at him until he drank it.
"Lady, when do we fuck? I just want to get this over with and get away from your attitude," Garrett said, sighing. "I don't need a fucking mother."
Dr. Walter ignored him. "Take these vitamins. I'm a doctor, not a mother. I don't turn away from people who are sick."
There was a television in the room. Garrett lay and rested, watching strange documentaries about animals and history. Whenever Dr. Walter came in he turned it to whatever channel he thought would annoy her most, though. One of them was porn, two women licking each other's pussies.
"Are you gay?" Garrett asked. "Is that why you act this way?"
"Yes, absolutely," Dr. Walter said, staring at him with enormous eyes. "I'm a dyke. I don't like men at all. Now shut up and lie on your stomach while I look at your anus."
"What? You're a sick woman," Garrett said, "absolutely not."
"You're a prostitute, yes? I thought I'd look for contusions or inner bleeding, considering the condition you were in today."
"Stay away from my ass."
"Here. Medicated cream." She handed it to him. "Keep the tube."
"Fuck you, lady," Garrett said, finally sick of this game. He was well-rested enough that he could get going, anyway.
"I'm paying for this, right? So shut up and do as I say."
She had a point. Easy money was easy money. "Yes doctor." Rolling to his back and lifting up his ass, lewdly, pushing down his jeans.
Garrett caught an expression finally. Compassion. He hated that worse than anything, so he spread his legs.
Without a word she inspected him and treated him with the ointment, and then put the tube on the side.
"Now you can get out of my office."
"Money."
"Oh, right."
Dr. Walter took cash out of her wallet and handed it over, and then she turned. "If you want, you can come back in a month for a check-up, or AIDs screening, or whatever you like."
Garrett pocketed the money with no expression. "Don't count on it, lady." And then he left, haunted by the expression of pity on her face. What a condescending bitch she'd been. Still, it was enough money to pay rent somewhere for a week in the city.
*
A month later he staggered into her office in bad shape.
***
Dr. Walter was in the middle of treating a woman who'd been beaten by her husband when the nurse came to get her.
"There's a guy in the waiting room who says you'll see him with no insurance. Is this true?"
Dr. Walter furrowed her brow and went to the waiting room to see, and then she immediately ran to his side. "Help me carry him to a room," she said. "Sarah, you tend to the patient in room 3 -- she needs some stitches. I don't know what's wrong with this one yet but I'll get back to you after triage."
They carried Garrett to room five and lay him down. He passed out as soon as his head hit the bed, and Dr. Walter began the examination without a word.
There was a story in her head. She constructed it as she looked at him. He'd been raped, or used hard sexually, by at least three men. Possibly four. They'd pushed hard objects into his anus, and into his mouth, not necessarily penises. He'd been beaten and tortured and tied down with rope, burnt with lighters, cut.
She treated his wounds carefully, stitching the cuts while he remained unconscious, cleaning him with hot water and hydrogen peroxide, dressing him in loose hospital garments and letting him sleep.
Sarah came back in, looking sorrowful. "That poor boy. What happened to him? How old is he?"
"I don't know. Sixteen? And we don't know if it was consensual or not."
"Are you serious? It looks like rape and beating."
Dr. Walter's voice was still expressionless. "That's an assumption. Perhaps he chose this experience."
Sarah shook her head. "No...no."
"We'll have to wait for him to wake up, won't we?"
*
Garrett woke up. "Hey doc. I'm fucked up." He started to laugh, weakly. "I didn't want to come back because you're suck a sick overbearing fuck, but it was that or die in an alley."
"I don't care," Dr. Garrett said dryly.
Sarah, the nurse, burst out with it though. "What happened?"
Garrett smiled at her. She was pretty and had nice tits. "All kinds of stuff but they went too far. The fuckers didn't even pay me when they thought I was dead."
Sarah had a tear in her eye. "I don't know how you can do it, you poor --"
"Leave please, I'm going to give him some painkiller now."
"Come on back," Garrett gave her a charming smile.
Sarah left, though, and Dr. Walter gave him painkillers, two in her palm. "You don't get the bottle," she said. "This is strong stuff."
He took them, silenced by her voice. "Do you ever smile?"
"No."
"I feel really bad, doc." For the first time, fear in his voice.
"You'll be fine. It'll take a week though. Do you have somewhere to stay?"
"No."
"Then stay here. But don't seduce my nurses or I'll be extremely unhappy with you."
"Why, do you want to fuck them instead?"
She left without another word, but let him stay in the room.
***
That night fever and infection took him. Dr. Walter was working late, finishing paperwork, when she heard the restless sound of moans and cries from his room.
She went in and found him in a dry heat -- his fever raging, looking at her with hallucinating eyes. "Dad. Why are you throwing me out? I didn't steal the drugs. Please let me stay, I don't know what I'll do. Dad, please..."
Starting to cry like a child.
Dr. Walter put her hand on his forehead and felt it. Her eyes were expressionless behind those glasses, but her touch was gentle. She woke him up enough to make him take a fever reducer, and inspected his wounds, cleaning them again.
He settled after a while, and she called the night nurse to look after him.
Garrett slept for a long time. In the morning he woke up and found Renee sitting next to him with a book in her hand. She had long dark hair and looked sweet and he smiled at her, reaching out.
"I'm cold," he said.
"That's because you were fevered all night long," Renee said, getting up with a yawn to reach for a blanket.
"No, I'm cold because I don't have you sleeping beside me." He used his sweetest tone, hoping that it would work on her. He was cute enough that it sometimes did...
Renee turned her head. "You know that Dr. Walter doesn't like unprofessional behavior," she said, but her mouth was curved in a little smile.
"You want to, I can tell," Garrett said, and scooted over on the bed, wincing.
Renee came over to him and put her hand on his arm, her expression suddenly concerned. "Actually, I am going to change your wound dressing, ok? It's probably seeping." Compassion again.
Garrett fucking hated that more than anything. He was proud of getting by, and not ashamed of what he did to feed himself. "Fine," he said, but he got short and annoyed. He didn't look at her while she changed his bandages, and her expression got hurt instead.
She kept quiet though.
"Done? I'm sleeping again." Garrett felt like he could sleep forever.
"Done," Renee said, biting her lip. She turned and walked out quickly, and Garrett hoped that she wouldn't pity him again.
*
When he woke up the second time, Dr. Walter was staring at him through her thick glasses.
"You made my nurse cry. How did you manage that?" Her tone was slightly amused, though, and she brought up her stethoscope to listen to his breathing. "She's my toughest one too."
"She was fine. I don't know." Garrett shrugged. But Dr. Walter kept staring at him, steadily, so he said, "She was pitying me."
"You're right. Why should she pity someone with multiple contusions and bruises and ripped-up genitals?" Dr. Walter kept her voice dry.
"Oh, whatever. Just do your work."
Dr. Walter smiled a little, and Garrett blinked. "You're mending. Should I send in a male nurse instead?"
"Yeah. They won't pity me as much."
"I'm going home finally. It's been a long two days. I'll be back tomorrow."
Garrett looked at her, his expression suddenly curious. "Where do you live? Do you have a gay partner? What do you do when you aren't here?"
"Not your business, no, and sleep." Dr. Walter smiled at him just a little. "Rest up. Don't seduce the male nurse."
"I will." Garrett winked, and Dr. Walter left.
***
It didn't take very long before Joe's hand was under the blankets jerking him off while they kissed. Nurse Joe was totally the best, and didn't fuck around with compassion or pity. He just took Garrett up on his offer immediately, leaned in to start fucking tongues, and gave him the best handjob with his own dick hard down his pants.
When Garrett came, he cleaned them up, and went to get more medicine. "Hey. Do you smoke weed? It's 3 AM and everybody's gone and I swear it's the only way I get through the fucking night shift," Joe sighed.
"Hey, uh, you don't want me to do you back?"
"Nah I'll jerk off later. You're not in the position to do anything for me, ok? But you're hot, I'll think about you."
"Why is Dr. Walter so uptight?"
Joe began to laugh.
"What?"
He sat down next to Garrett, fished his pipe and bag of weed out of his pocket, and began to pack it. A few buds later they were peacefully sharing puffs.
"Isn't this like, illegal? In fact, why aren't you fired?"
"It's a long story," Joe said.
"Tell me."
Joe sat back, quiet for a moment.
"Let's just say that I'm related to her. And let's just say that she lets me get away with shit."
"Are you her son?"
Joe smiled, but throughout that long night, he wouldn't answer, or tell him anything else about the doctor. "If she wants to tell you something she will."
*
In the morning, Dr. Garrett came in, wrinkled her nose, glared at Joe and sighed. Then she saw the wadded tissue in the garbage and sighed again, but she didn't yell at either one of them.
She was very silent while she changed Garrett's bandages and inspected him.
This time he rolled over and spread his legs, wincing, without asking first. "Hey doc. Please, is my asshole broken? I gotta know."
"The stitches are healing."
He started to shake, remembering the moment. Complete silence from the doctor while she looked at him, and for some reason, her coldness let him let go. He felt a tear or two slide down his cheek.
"I didn't want them to put that in me. It was hard. I screamed, and they laughed. They came on my face while I bled."
Silence. He turned his head and looked at her, and she just nodded.
"Your body is young. It will heal."
"How much do I owe you for all this?"
"I thought I had to pay you for the privilege." Her voice was dry, but she was smiling a little.
"Why?"
She shut down then. Turning. "Rest more. Another few days."
"No, answer me. Why are you doing this?"
Dr. Walter left, and Joe came in again.
"Hey. Don't ask her shit, if she wants to tell you, she will," he said.
"What the fuck was she, a mafia hoe?"
Joe laughed, and then winked at him. "So...uh. Does your hand work? I'm horny."
***
By Friday, Garrett was restless. It was nice there but he was bored of Joe and pot and the TV and Dr. Walter's silence. So he was all dressed in his washed and mended jeans.
Dr. Walter smiled at him one more time, and he just stared at her.
"I hope you don't come back," she said. "No offense."
"Me too," he said, feeling unsettled as always by her pale skin and pale hair and thick glasses. "You ... If I saw you outside of here I think I'd die of shock."
"It's happened. At least once before." Dry tone.
Garrett stared at her closer, picking up a glint of humor in her tone. "Are you even human?"
He actually got Dr. Walter to laugh, and he felt almost victorious as he left. He even took the condoms they offered.
"Actually, come in again," Dr. Walter said. "For your AIDs screening. In a month. I hope I don't see you before then."
*
Dr. Walter stared after him with thoughtful eyes, watching the kid limp off down the street.
"Joe? I respect his privacy and all, but he's burning his candle at both ends. Will you keep an eye on him?"
Joe nodded. "Yeah, I know his beat. I'll keep it low key, but I'll make sure he has eyes on him."
*
Garrett cursed himself, that first night out of the hospital. He was on the street and it was cold, and even though he felt free, he knew he'd either have to work for his lodging or sleep on the street. He thought of Joe's easy laughter and sex and even easier pipe with nostalgia, and when the rough-looking guy on the motorcycle stopped to cruise him, he almost went running back.
But then he reminded himself that this was his life and he was proud of it, and he could handle anything. Even a gang rape. His asshole was healed and his body felt healthier than it had in a long time, so he met the man's eyes.
"What kind of fuck do you want?"
"There's a motel down the road. I'll give you a thousand if you let me tie you up."
That got Garrett hot, so he nodded and got on the back of the bike.
Karl was rough and big and hairy, and ordered him to get naked except for his briefs. Then he tied Garrett up effectively and quickly, binding his wrists over his head, his legs splayed out but with enough room for him to raise his ass. The rope was thick and chaffed Garrett's wrists, and he was hard for this.
"Suck my balls." The first order as the man knelt over his head, and he obediently opened up his mouth.
The orders came quickly after that, and Garrett's tongue got a workout. Then the man got out a small thin whip and began to lay into his chest.
"Little slut, tell me how many fucks you have a night."
Garrett didn't tell him at first, but when the pain got to be just enough he lied and made up a number, causing the man to growl out his shocked satisfaction. Then the man got him hard with a finger playing inside of him while he kept calling Garrett worse and worse names ...
Garrett loved the pain of it, the way this man made him feel like nothing, like he was giving up everything just to make him feel good.
"Fuck me. Please fuck me, sir. Your finger isn't as big as your dick and I want that in my ass please."
"Beg for it harder little whore. You don't deserve me."
"I don't but please, I think you want me and I'll feel so good and I'll make you cum so hard..."
And finally the feeling of the thick dick in his ass made him cry out, and then he got his ass fucked so roughly that he felt worried for his stitches. At the same time, he loved how it turned his body into nothing but a hole for Karl's desire.
Obliteration...
Nada.
Redemption.
The shadow at the window paused, and then moved on.
***
Dr. Walter looked at her clock. It was almost time. Fully dark outside, and the last patient was gone.
Almost the last. There was one left, but this one had been there almost for a year.
She had to. She hated the necessity, but she had to. When she unlocked the basement door, he was doing pushups. He bounced to his feet and looked at her with a mix of dread and anticipation. "You're here. What's the prognosis, doctor? Can I go yet?"
Dr. Walter looked at him with a mixture of graveness and sorrow. "How is your life here? Is it good?"
"It's okay," Michael said. "I've been trapped here for ages, it feels. Why did you shut me up here? What does my family think?" He came up to her, wrapping his fingers around her hospital coat, gripping her collar. His expression turned fierce. "Are you my doctor or my captor? What is your fucking ISSUE? LET ME GO."
Dr. Walter put her cool fingers on his cheek, and with a stronger grasp than normal, pried his fingers off her collar. Then pushed him back so hard with a little shove that he stumbled back and lay across the hospital bed.
"Doctor?" His voice shook. "What happens when I lose time, down here?"
She came closer, unbuttoning her jacket, staring at him.
"Lie back, and I'll tell you everything."
He lay back, and a second later she was sitting astride him, pushing up her straight, strict skirt, leaning over, letting her hair fall down from its bun.
"T-tell me doctor." His breath went faster, and his fingers almost automatically fell to her ass, pushing her against him.
"Good boy." Dr. Walter leaned down and ran her tongue up along his neck, finding the place that was warmest and putting her lips against the pulse. "Yesss. I'll tell you in juuuust one moment."
*
Eveline was an elegant woman. She found him in the park lying on the grass. She was walking her small toy poodle when the dog broke free and ran to smell Garrett.
The woman knelt beside him while the dog licked his face and paused, just staring at him. "Mmmm, I can see why my dog likes your face." A cool smile.
Garrett smiled back. He'd be getting a shower that night, and possibly a nice bed.
An hour later Eveline was in her expensive shower with Garrett behind her, making sure her breasts were nice and clean before he bit them. Her ass pressed against him, and he was hard for her. She was older than he was, but her body was toned and well-groomed and she moaned as she moved...
"Do I have to be cleaner?" she said, spreading her legs.
In another moment he was inside of her, bracing himself against the slick warm tile and feeling the welcome heat of her body. Outside the bathroom door, the small dog barked while they fucked.
Later, Eveline made him eat sushi off of her, putting the pieces bit by bit all over her chest and stomach.
"Now THIS is a good way to spend my husband's money," she moaned, with his tongue against her belly button.
"Mhm." Garrett hated it when they started to complain about their husbands. It wasn't his business, and it killed his hard-on.
She put a piece of sushi lower, right above her pussy. Garrett obliged and leaned down, taking it in his mouth.
"MMmmmm... I love how your lips feel on my skin."
"Good," he said, eager to change the subject. Then her fingers paused on his back. She'd been stroking it. Puzzled.
"What's this mark? It's almost cut into you. A triangle?"
"Hm?" Garrett sat up, feeling strange. He didn't remember any of his johns cutting a triangle into his back, right between the shoulders. He tried to crane his head. A small feeling of fear pooled in his gut. "What is that?"
Eveline traced it, a triangle shape, right between his shoulder blades. "I like it. It's hot." Digging her nails in.
*
Dr. Walter paused her motion. She was riding Michael's cock, and her skin was pink for the first time in weeks. She rarely let herself do this, but Michael didn't remember after she'd drank...
A trickle of blood fell from his neck to the bed, and his eyes were drowsy and dazed as he moaned, moving with her.
She felt something. A tickle in her head. Ah ... Garrett. Someone was playing with him, but it didn't hurt him. He was okay.
"Harder," she growled, and gripped Michael around the neck.
He cried out and obliged, thrusting up so hard that she felt it all through her.
So alive, so alive.
She licked the blood from her lips and let herself come.
***
Eveline kept him around. His life was luxurious for a month, although he chaffed at the restrictions she placed on his life. It was like a velvet cage... He didn't love sex with her. She was hot and they worked well together, but sometimes he felt the urge for something rougher. A man's back pressing him to a bed, a hard dick shoving up his ass. He'd asked Eveline to fuck him, at least with her fingers, but she'd protested.
"That's dirty. Unless you meant you want to do it to me? That you can do." She rolled over for him, but that wasn't the point -- sometimes he got tired of being the one to control everything. Sometimes he wanted to be overwhelmed by a greater power, something that would push him to his knees.
So it was almost a relief when he took some of her cash and headed for the door at the end of the month.
"Where are you going?"
"To my doctor."
"I want to come too."
"No, thank you though. It's a lot of fingers up my bottom. I'm sure you don't want to deal with that."
"Ah no, you're right. Come back quickly. I want you to be my escort to the theater tonight."
"Yes ma'am," Garrett said, and thanked Dr. Walter inside of his head for this excellent chance to escape. Fuck this velvet cage... He'd come back tomorrow, maybe.
When he walked into Dr. Walter's office for his testing, Sarah recognized him and raised her eyebrows.
"Nice outfit," she said, smiling.
"Thanks," Garrett said. Eveline had dressed him well -- he had a whole wardrobe that he was abandoning at her house, without a backward glance. He'd be warm and clean for another night or two. "How've you been, pretty?" Winking at her.
Sarah blushed and laughed. "Pee in this cup please, and the doctor will see you in a minute."
Garrett headed toward a bathroom, and then paused, glancing down a hallway.
There was a sad procession coming up some stairs. A body, in a bag, on a stretcher. Someone dead. Dr. Walter was there, though, looking strange herself.
Her hair was down.
When Garrett came back with the cup of pee in his hand, he asked Sarah about it.
She looked shocked for a moment, and then leaned forward to whisper. "Please, I beg you. Whatever you do, don't ask about M -- him. He's finally resting. He was...a difficult case."
"Uh, fine." Another weird thing to add to the rest of the questions in his head, like ... Why did Dr. Walter allow Joe to smoke dope in the office, when she wouldn't let the rest of the girls stray? And...what was Dr. Walter's past, anyway? Why did she do this...
He went to 'his' room and found it just as he'd left it, complete with Joe asleep on a chair.
"Oy! Sleeping on the job!" Garrett smiled and kicked his foot.
"Oh -- heeey hot stuff." Joe smiled sleepily up at him. "You here for long? We should totally f --"
Dr. Walter walked in and Joe stood up immediately. "F...ind some time to chat," Joe finished. "See you!"
Garrett stared at her.
Oh god she was different.
"Take off your clothing and lie down." But her tone was as dry as ever.
Garrett couldn't stop staring at her, though. Her skirt was hiked up, her shirt hastily buttoned, her hair down in a thick mass of curls around her neck. And her lips were red, red below the glasses.
"Uh...hi? Going out tonight?"
"Hm? Never." She leaned over him as he lay naked on the bed, looking his body over, and when she did, her hair tickled his chest. She frowned, tucking her fingers into her hair, about to tie it up when Garrett lightly touched her wrist.
"No, it's nice down."
She raised her eyebrow and put it up anyway, and he sighed. Still, he stared at her neck, fascinated by the pink tone to her skin. She looked so...healthy.
"You're looking great, doc. Been on vacation?"
"No. Your body is fine. Turn over."
"Oh...by the way. What's on my back?" Garrett turned over, pointing to the triangle.
"Ah. I apologize for that. It was necessary to stitch up some of the wounds last time, and it formed that triangle."
Garrett frowned, feeling exceedingly puzzled, but why would she lie...? "Ok."
And then her fingers carefully examining his back.
He knew what was there. Mostly teeth and nail marks.
"You've had a dull month, it seems." Her voice was dryly amused again.
And suddenly it tickled him, and he began to laugh, turning to meet her eyes... "Oh fuck yes, I'm so sick of that rich spoiled brat..."
She'd taken off her glasses for just a moment, and he found his breath trapped in his throat when he saw her eyes.
They were deep and blue and sharp and looked just as cold as the rest of her, as if the only thing standing in the way of a decision to leave you bleeding to death in the parking lot ... was just her vow.
***
[ Why yes, there will be more. ]