Clipped (The Clipped Saga, 1) by Devon McCormack (3 page)

“This doesn't mean we're cool,” Kid said, water webbing

between a serious look.

As Kinzer's cock neared Kid’s mouth, Kid’s lips slid right

over Kinzer’s mushroom head and down his shaft. He shoved it back as far as he could take it, which was less than half-way.

God, he tastes so good,
Kid thought.
I bet his cum tastes even
better.
Kinzer threw his head back and groaned a deep, satisfied groan. Kid slipped his lips back to the head, massaged the tip with the end of his tongue. He tightened his hand around Kinzer’s cock, stroked back and forth as he moved his lips in the same rhythm. He closed his eyes, taking in the deliciousness of Kinzer’s dick.

He pul ed back, giving his mouth a rest from Kinzer’s

massive girth.

“You taste so fucking good,” Kid whispered. His mouth was

back around Kinzer’s dick in a heartbeat. He was committed,

focused. He wanted to please Kinzer. He wanted to be able to please someone that he chose to please. And the flesh on Kinzer’s cock

tasted so good. He could smel the bitter aroma of sweat that laced Kinzer’s bal s. It wasn’t unpleasant, like with most men. It was something intoxicating...something that Kid wanted so much more

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of.

He filled his mouth with Kinzer, sucking gently as he slid his

free hand across Kinzer’s ass, tucking his two fingers between his cheeks, into his anus.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Kinzer muttered.

Kid tried to take more of Kinzer’s cock, but Kinzer yanked

his dick out of his mouth.

Kinzer grabbed him by his shoulder, forced him to his feet,

and threw him against the wal .

Kid pushed his ass out, inviting Kinzer inside. He glanced

back at the door. “Just please...be quiet...” he whispered. “They’l beat the shit out of us if they catch us.”

Kinzer pressed his nose against Kid’s ear, his hot breath

rushing against his neck as he whispered, “I don’t think I’m gonna be the one who has a problem keeping quiet.”

He pressed the head of his dick against Kid’s hole. His ass, a

product of excessive squats, was tight, inviting.

Kid could tel just by the feeling of Kinzer’s dick that it was

going to be an incredibly painful experience. He started to rethink fol owing through, but as Kinzer’s fingers slid around his side and across his abdomen, he felt a jolt of energy rush through his pelvis, like a taser of satisfaction and arousal. He pushed his ass further back, welcoming Kinzer in him.

“I’m gonna be slow, okay?” Kinzer said.

“No,” Kid snapped. “I want you to come. We have to do

this as fast as we can.” He regretted his words, but he was too scared

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that they wouldn’t have time to finish. And right now, al he wanted was for Kinzer to make him bleed.

Kinzer hesitated before he closed his eyes and forced his way

in.

Kid thought he was about to rip in two. The pain was so

intense, so unbearable. He reared his head back and opened his

mouth to scream.

Kinzer slapped a hand over his lips, obscuring the blood-

curdling cry that Kid would have otherwise unleashed.

Tears rushed down Kid’s cheeks. Kinzer thrust his pelvis

back and forth, his cock rough against Kid’s dry hole.

Kid thought his insides might explode, and yet, it left him

wishing it was even more painful. He pressed his ass even closer to Kinzer’s pelvis and threw his hand back, pul ing Kinzer’s face behind his ear. Kinzer breathed heavily against the back of Kid’s neck, grunting, groaning, as if taking out al his aggression and anger on Kid’s ass.Kid kept trying to scream out, but as any sound would leak through Kinzer’s fingers, Kinzer would tighten his grip even further and block the sound.

Kid’s tears showered over the floor like the still-running

streams of water that were coming from their abandoned

showerheads.

“
Fuck me harder
,” Kid begged, his words nearly indiscernible under Kinzer’s hand. Every muscle in his ripped body was tense,

flexed. His face was red. The veins in his necks popped forward as

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he struggled with the pain.

Kinzer leaned back, effectively gaining leverage as he

slammed repeatedly into Kid’s hole, fil ing him, hurting him.

Kid pressed his hands against the wal as hard as he could,

hoping to lessen the throbbing pain, but it didn’t do much.

SLAM!

Kid recognized the sound. On the other side of the door, up

a stairwel , there was a door the guards had to come through to get to the showers. It always made that same noise when it closed.

Someone was going to be there in just moments, and if Kinzer

didn’t hurry up, they were going to be fucked...in a bad way.

He flipped his head to the side, slipping free of Kinzer’s

hand.

“You have to come...now,” he grunted. “They’re gonna be

down here in a second.”

Kinzer thrust his pelvis into Kid’s ass, a sharp slapping

sound echoing through the showers. He threw both his arm around

Kid’s chest and grunted.

Kid could feel Kinzer swel inside him. A warm stream

rushed down his leg. His eyes rol ed back as he basked in the

pleasure and absorbed the pain.

CLICK!

Kinzer pul ed out of Kid’s ass and hurried over to his

shower, making like he was finishing up.

Kid limped over to his. As he came to it, he col apsed onto

the floor.

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“You okay?” Kinzer asked.

“I’l be fine,” he whispered.

The door burst open. Robb and Marzo entered.

~

Please let him be asleep, Kid thought.

Houses, inches apart, lined either side of the street. Mailboxes
planted at forty-five degree angles pointed in various directions. On the
side of one of these houses, a jigsaw hole opened into darkness. Before the
wal , a line of bricks lay scattered across foot-tal weeds. Miss Greer sat
on the porch of this dilapidated house, cats at her heels. She rocked in
her chair as if she hadn't received notice to abandon the condemned
property. But Kid knew that she had, because he'd heard Mrs.

Michaelson and Miss Raeger discussing it just a few houses back.

He walked down the street, his thumbs curled into his backpack
straps as streetlamps flickered orange behind him, combating the blue of
dusk.

Directly across from Miss Greer's, shattered windows acted as
advertising to the occasional squatter that the place was known for. Kid
passed the broken-windowed home, walking up a barren yard, toward a
rusting trailer, appearing to be a white flag with a gold streak across the
center. Please let him be asleep, he thought again.

After school, he always snuck off to the woods and spent his time
reading. He'd developed decent timing for when Daddy would pass out

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from his afternoon binge. Nothing pleased him more than seeing him
fast asleep before the couch. It meant he could just disappear into his
room, read his books, and not have to worry about anything til the
next day...when it started al over again.

He hopped up a set of peeling periwinkle-painted steps. The

screen and the front door creaked open as he slipped inside.

Daddy sat in the couch, across from the TV. The familiar

Jeopardy soundtrack and the scent of Budweiser and popcorn fil ed the
room. Daddy's bel y, stretching a faded blue shirt, rounded over his belt.

His eyes appeared shut.

Thank God, Kid thought.

He shut the door and crept through the hal , toward the back of
the trailer.

“Wil y,” Daddy said. “Wil y, boy. Where you been?”

Kid turned around. Daddy's eyes glistened in the TV's blue

light. He tossed his backpack in his room and started in, hoping Daddy
was too drunk to notice.

“Wil y! You know I'm talking to you, little shit.”

Kid stepped back out.

Daddy undid his belt, unzipped his pants. His thick, semi-erect
cock rol ed under his bel y.

“Come on over here, Wil y.”

Kid shook his head. He just wanted to sneak back in his room
and disappear. But he knew what would happen if he didn't comply.

He'd resisted too many times only to wind up with a more severe pain
than his submission would receive.

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He slouched, walked over to the man, and dropped to his knees.

Daddy's glazed eyes stared into his. “You sneakin' off like your
mama? You like gettin' fucked, too? Huh?”

Kid gazed at Daddy's now ful y erect cock. He couldn't feel

pain. He couldn't feel anything as he slid his lips over the head, like
he'd done so many times before.

“You think you getting off easy, do ya?”

Daddy snatched Kid by the hair, pul ed his head up, yanking

him to his face.

“You know what Daddy wants.”

He drove Kid's face into the cushion.

“Daddy, no!” Kid cried.

Daddy's hand reached around his jeans and undid the button.

He exposed Kid's ass, stroking his erect dick in his crack.

“That's right. This is what you get for being a whore, you son-of-a-bitch.”

Kid woke, his heart pounding, sweat dripping down his

face.

He glanced around his little room, eyeing the concrete floor,

the cot beneath him, the thin sheet over his legs. As oppressive as this room was, in some ways, it protected him, reminded him that there was no way Daddy could ever hurt him again...except in his nightmares.

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Chapter Three

Mortals are disgusting,
Kinzer thought.

He stood in a line-up with Jerry’s boys. Marzo had made

them strip naked before entering the room.

A few, uneventful days had passed. Since Kinzer’s wounds

had been healing, Jerry hadn’t made him perform any services for his clients. But as soon as his wounds had become less offensive to the eyes, Jerry had decided to go ahead and throw him into their next audition line-up.

Kinzer knew he had to get to Dedrus, but he was going to

have to wait till he was in fighting condition before he made an escape attempt. He didn't want to make an attempt until he could be sure of himself. Otherwise, he ran the risk of Jerry making future escape attempts even more problematic.

Jerry, Robb, and Marzo stood on the other side of the room,

watching as Jerry’s client-of-the-day, a man nearly as big around as

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he was tal , paced before the line, scanning his options.

The client was in his late forties. He had a double-chin that

jiggled as he walked across the room. His eyes sparkled with a look that Kinzer assumed Jerry’s boys were familiar with, a sadistic

awareness of his power over them, of his control over their next sexual experience.

As the client paced, most of the Jerry’s boys looked around

nervously, avoiding eye contact. Some just looked to the floor. Kid tossed his attention to the corner of the room. To Kinzer, he

appeared unphased, uninterested, like he’d done this so many times that he didn’t care who the client picked.

This boy fascinated him. He wished that he could have

known more about him. And at the same time, he was troubled by

the sordid horrors he was certain lay in the boy’s past. He assessed Kid’s demeanor. So disinterested, so distant, so desirable. Kinzer wondered how many times he’d been abused by men like this

grotesque creature. But he didn’t want to think about that. He

didn’t like to consider the plight of mortals.

The client grabbed Kid’s soft, bulging bicep.

“This one.”

Kinzer figured Kid would have to take this asshat to some

sort of fucking room and have his most obnoxious feature rubbing across his face as he forced his Viagra-induced erection into Kid’s hole for thirty minutes, maybe an hour.

Jerry tossed Kid a glare, clearly indicating, “You know what

to fucking do. Get to work.”

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Kid grabbed the client’s hand and slipped through the door

beside Jerry. Marzo tagged along behind.

Jerry turned to Robb. “His friends are upstairs,” he said “Go

ahead and lead them through the back.”

“You sure you want to do this to Kid?” Robb asked.

“He'l know why,” Jerry said.

Uh-oh
, Kinzer thought.

He knew that this was some sort of twisted punishment that

Jerry had planned. And he was worried about what it might be.

~

Kid had not-so-affectionately nicknamed Jerry’s client Double Chin, on account of his most disgusting feature.

Marzo opened a door and ushered he and Double Chin into

a shithole of a room. A cot was shoved in the corner. Chains,