Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 03:02:40 -0000
From: Joseph Geldart <jgeldart@writers-alley.com>
Subject: Bitter Poison 2

* Standard disclaimers apply. This story is mostly fiction although certain
* locations in the story do exist. As far as my knowledge there is no
* brothel up Addington Road and any resemblance of characters to people
* living or dead is purely coincidental.
*
* This story deals with some sensitive issues that could be considered
* unpleasant. Please don't consider the story about just a male
* prostitute, it is about his character as a whole and is more powerful than
* just j/o material. The following chapters will explain it in more detail.
*
* In no way does this story or the author condone rape or prostitution in any
* way, shape or form. These acts are sick and evil but are necessary for the
* plot line and character development only. If you wish to get your rocks off
* on them then please go elsewhere for your 'entertainment'
*
* Is there anyone out there?  I got a single response to "Bitter Poison 1"
* and am wondering whether I am writing into a void. If you wish the story to
* continue then *please* email me. I rely on comments from readers to know
* what to improve in the story and without your support then I will flounder.
*
* If you wish to contact me then either email me at jgeldart@writers-alley.com
* or ICQ me at #10446635. I would appreciate constructive critisism of the story.
* Flames will be fed to Baal.
*
* Thanks go to Cold Mouse (my editor), Birgir, Rob, Danny, Andrew, Matt,
* Dash and of course Maria as my sister and one of my closest friends.
*
* The author, Joseph Geldart, asserts his right to be identified as the
* author of this novel according to sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright
* Designs and Patents act 1988.

"The greatest pain is a pain alone"
-- Grex Arnia

Chapter 2
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The sound of the rain was as loud as before as James climbed the
slightly old and rickety staircase. Each step creaked and shifted
slightly under his feet as he slowly made his way up to the
common room. Dreading the event but knowing that unless he made
cursory attempts at socialising that he would have his percentage
cut he moved on. The lightning's brief flashes offered glimpses
of the otherwise dark stairwell, revealed peeling paint and dirt
covered walls. The only constant source of illumination on James
as he climbed was the doorway, a silhouette glowing around by a
harsh fluorescent light. The actinic glow flickered slightly with
the flashes from the sky and rumbling made a bass sound that was
amplified by the bricks. Overlaid on the dark and ominous note
came high 'plinks' and rounded drips as water leaked through the
badly tarred roof and the unsealed skylight and dropped into wait
buckets that were reserved for such nights. The musty wetness was
an almost physical and tangible sensation in the already
stagnant air. As he neared the top of the stairs he could hear
the activity in the room beyond. The sound of 34 waifs and strays
that were employed by Jack, in return for a place to sleep and a
pittance, spilled out through the thin pine panels and flimsy
frame of the door.

The room suddenly dropped silent as the grating sound of the
rusty hinges broke through their conversation and James walked
in. Glancing around at the raised heads of the various clubs and
clans of boys who had looked up when he entered, he started to
slowly walk through the draughty and damp room his feet making
the floorboards creak under the too-thin, rotten, stained and
peeling carpeting. A slight snigger went up from a few of the
groups as he shuffled past, hands in pockets, trying to be
inconspicuous to the crowds that were subtly gathering around
him.

"Well look who it is!" Tom declaimed to the crowd with a Cheshire
grin of predatory evil.
Wary of him James looked up slowly taking in Tom's tight fitting
cut-offs and body hugging shirt that showed off his copious
muscles, "Wha- what do you want, Tom?"
Tom's grin increased in malevolence as he looked up and down
James' small frame, "Nothing much... just thought we might have
some fun together," a snicker passed through the crowd of
onlookers was quickly silenced by a dark look from Tom.
"What kind of fun?" James' nervousness was increasing rapidly as
he looked around and realised he was surrounded by an increasing
hostile looking group
"You know... just some gentle, harmless sort of fun," Tom's grin
was approaching a lecherous leer by now. He made a slight
gesture with his right hand and five of the group stepped
forward.
"Wh- why with me?" James started to step back only to run into
the wall of the crowd.
"Well... we haven't played quite as much as we could have done,"
Tom made another gesture, "and I intend to fix that."
Suddenly the group of 5 jumped on James and began ripping his
clothes off. Two of the five held his hands and feet against his
kicking motions while the three others worked at unbuttoning his
shirt and pulling down his jeans until James was just in his
boxers, shivering against the dank air.
"Flip him over," Tom ordered with total authority. The boys
holding him sniggered as they complied putting James on his
stomach. James struggled to turn back over and face his attacker
or free his arms and legs. Suddenly he heard a sound, a zipper
was slowly being lowered. A blast of cold suddenly played across
his buttocks as his blue patterned boxers were pulled down to
meet his jeans. Feeling something thick long and warm between his
two cheeks he tensed.
Sensing this Tom said, "Relax, its time that we had some fun."
Without waiting for an answer Tom plunged his hard, long, dry
cock right to the hilt.

Paul hid his head under another foetid cushion to try and block
the hideous animal screams coming from the boy across the room.
As another wave of pain battered the boy's body, Paul fought a
losing battle against another wave of nausea. Tom's cries of
pleasure combined to give a cacophony. Keeping his eyes firmly
closed against the tableaux, Paul began to judge the progress of
the event by the sounds coming from the juddering bodies
involved. Tom's cries began to speed up, the volume and pitch
increasing at once as the boy's anguished screams sped up
simultaneously. With one final anguished cry of terror that cut
through Paul's heart like a rusty blade, the animalian pairing
split up to leave a broken boy sobbing on the floor, used and
rejected once more.

James was unsure of how long he sat there waiting for a miracle,
for angels to lift him up and take him to a perfect world. He had
lost all track of time once Tom had started and the universe
became defined by the pain that tinged the corners even now. The
slow throb from his battered anus was the only marker he had to
divide tick from tock. The salty stream of tears edged slowly
down his face, past the slight freckles and past the dimples that
are all that remain of his smile. Out of the corner of his eye he
could see a pool forming and concentrated on it as the tears run
off the end of his nose in drips, each one making a plop as it
merged with the rest of the bitter liquid. While looking at the
warm pool in front of his nose he became aware of a dark shadow
resting over him, cringing with fear and remembrance James
scrambled for his pants and jeans looking to restore some of his
lost dignity. Pulling himself as upright as he could he looked
into the narrow eyes of Jack holding a blanket and looking
appraisingly at him.

"Come on now James," Jack said in an almost sympathetic tone,
"lets get you back to your room."

James gratefully took the blanket and followed Jack out while
Paul looked on.

James was lying huddled in his blankets trying to hold back
further tears as Jack went through the motions of fatherly care.
Buzzing around the room, tidying and cleaning as he went, Jack
was the very model of stern but fair paternity. Moving over to
the door, Jack turned the key in the stiff lock while looking
around nervously. Perching himself back on James' bed, Jack
licked his thin lips with a worried look and then said, "Of
course no more will be said of this."
James' only response was to start crying silent tears once more
as Jack continued, "I mean, you don't want your Uncle Jack to
suffer from being shut down now do you?"
James' couldn't bring himself to look at Jack's face as he
continued, "We need to act with solidarity against all adversity
and that means taking the occasional slight hardship and
continuing on the same as before. We are all in this together and
have chosen this life so we all must act as one. I hope you won't
disappoint me."
Jack stood up and unlocked the door. Opening it slightly he
looked back at the battered, huddled form in the foetal position
and said, "I expect you to be ready for work tomorrow at 4pm as
usual. You will have to take a longer shift since we lost Ben."
Jack stepped through the portal and closed it behind him. When he
heard the click of the door James burst into floods of tears and
cried his heart out for a world he did not know.

Looking out of the window the next morning Paul was half dazzled
by the array of glistening droplets of water reflecting the
bright sun back into his sleepy eyes. Leaning out he saw Jack
leaving on his normal morning errands for the City scurrying up
to Bow Church Docklands Light Railway station. Leaning back in he
shut the window and yawning sat back down on his rumpled, slept
in bed. Dressed in only boxers it was a bit cold to leave windows
open at this time. Looking at the clock he stood up and walked
down the hall to the communal bathroom and set about relieving
himself into the trough, a process made much more difficult by
his hard-on He finally settled on just pointing vaguely at the
wall above the trench and relaxing.
'Oh well,' he thought sighing inwardly, 'It can't make the smell
any worse.'
Shaking himself off he walked back down the corridor and slipped
into his bed.

Breakfast was always a silent affair for the boys. This time the
silence was not a comfortable one and the tension was palpable.
The only sound was the rattle and clatter of spoons in bowls and
of cereal and milk being poured. While silent, everyone was
desperate to sate their hunger and was busy shoveling food into
their open mouths and chewing quickly before swallowing the sugar
coated glop. The only person not currently engaging in this was
James who sat with a hung head and quiet tears dripping into his
untouched bowl. Looking up from his own bowl Paul felt his heart
being torn by the sight.

As he was sitting at the table, James became slowly aware of a
regular chant at the edge of hearing. Slowly the sound was
pulsing through the room and though it was low and quiet the
malevolent hatred that laced the words was clear and sharp. As
the number of voices grew, the volume swelled making the
bitterness more intense. As the chant buffeted against his ears
and funneled into his twitching brain, James' heart beat faster
and his mind raced. Thousands of conflicting emotions tore
through his perceptions with ambivalent glee, lancing his mind
with agonising spasms. His mind spinning with confusion, James
jumped up from his seat knocking his chair back to hit the
nicotine stained, badly whitewashed wall. Stumbling slightly only
added to the jeers as sweat started pouring off of his furrowed
brow and his flailing arms knocked a milk jug over to spill its
watery contents into the laps of those sitting near. The jug
slowly rolled to the edge of the dirty tablecloth and fell,
tumbling over and over, to smash into thousands of shards of
glass. With that final stimulus, James' eyes rolled back and he
collapsed in a confused heap of arms and legs against the wall
with a raucous, hateful crowd standing around his slightly
twitching body.

The tall dark walls of the narrow room leant forward at a
precipitous angle as James lay crying on his hard bed. Feeling
worthless and of now use his red and tired eyes darted around the
empty room as he decided to try and escape. Glancing once more
towards the tall, narrow, leaning MDF door, James stood and
walked over placing his slightly fearful, clammy hand on the
cold, brass handle. Twisting and pulling and pushing with all the
strength he could muster the door wouldn't move from where it
was. Feeling panic welling up inside of him James opened his
mouth and screamed for help at the top of his voice, but not a
sound issued. The panic James felt vicing at his heart increased
but trying to stay as calm as he could he tried to will the sound
out of his throat but the result was only a slight squeak that
even he could only just hear. Becoming aware of a stomach turning
scretch from the narrow window high above, James looked up and
saw a hideous black claw cutting through the glass with the
efficiency of a diamond knife. His panic reasserted itself and
turning back to the portal, knocked twice fast. The door swung
slowly outwards with a squeal to reveal a long corridor of many
identical doors lining each side at regular intervals and with a
silhoetted sash window lit by moonlight at the end.

Running down the corridor opening the doors, James found only
clones of the narrow bedrooms. Door after door showed the same
and he never felt closer to the end and a feeling of safety
provided by the fingers of cool but loving moonlight. Looking
over his shoulder as he ran he saw a cloud of darkness removing
door after door just behind him. Terror drove him faster but
still the cloud chased him, matching pace, toying with him.

Finally, on his left he saw a door slightly different to the
others and he grabbed it as hard as he could, flinging it open to
reveal a giant shadowy outline of a man grasping for his throat
and pulling his arm back. The arm pushed forwards towards his
face to deliver a killing blow. Just before it hit James noticed
a flash of red  on the man's neck just below his left ear.
Screaming loudly James felt the air just in front of the clenched
fist and...

James awoke screaming in his bed, the sheets drenched. Looking
out over the noon cityscape of Tower Hamlets highrise, James
collapsed back and started sobbing into his already wet pillow.

Outside James' room door a shadowy figure slipped back down the
corridor to the staircase crying to himself over the boy and his
pain.

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Sorry for the long delay but exams happened and as such I was forced to
actually do some work. The plot is coming in soon so keep with it and you
will understand. As usual comments are welcomed at
jgeldart@writers-alley.com
but flames are ignored.