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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Savage Garden
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
2,797
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Taking Risks
The Brothel
Title: The Brothel
Title: Taking Risks
By: Foraoo
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction. Don't Own, Didn't Happen, Don't Sue
Author Note- As this is a request fic, alot of people who appear in it may be less known then others. Paste this into your web browser- www.geocities.com/foraoo/ - to see pictures and biographies of all main characters.
Chapter 1- Taking Risks
The year was 1982 I was nineteen and living on the streets. There is a story about how I came to be homeless but if it was David Copperfield your after it's available in all good book stores. If your reading this then either I'm dead or trapped there. I hope to God the former. The pain in my chest is incredible but overwhelmed by my fear. The daylight is fading quick and my pen has seen it's last days but by God I plan to at least write my side of this, I will have my say if not my freedom. I don't have long so I'd best begin while I still have time.
The night my life changed forever, the night he came to me, it was raining. I was cold, shivering and wet. The nearest shelter was at least seven blocks away and in my weary state I could not muster the strength to walk that far. Instead I turned into the desolate alley at my left, cursing God while I went. I gathered soaking cardboard boxes to cover myself with for the night as duvets were lacking at that particular moment in time. The ally was behind 'Che Sez' a popular night-club in this side of town and a damn noisy one at that, I should've got up and found a more peaceful dwelling but my head was pounding and I was desperate for sleep. Ignoring the constant rumbling in my stomach I tried in vain to make myself comfortable if I had been a weaker man I would've wept but weeping would not help me this time, in truth it never had. I closed my eyes and let darkness overcome me.
I awoke to high shrieking and at first thought it to be the morning birds a quick survey of my surroundings told me it was still too dark to be dawn meaning another reason for the high pitched noise. Peeking from under my hiding place I searched for the source of my waking and quickly found him. or them. As I had been over-zealous with my gathering of the cardboard I could remain unseen as I watched the events unfold a mere seven metres away from me.
"Get off me you shit, I didn't take your money!" A boy of no older then seventeen protested. It was my shrieker.
" What do you call this then?" A larger man demanded grabbing the boy and extracting the 'stolen' money from his pocket.
"That's mine!' The boy shouted
"Funny that? Because it's marked at the edges with red ink. Just the way we do it. Isn't that strange Buck?"
"Let me show the faggot a lesson Tyler!" 'Buck' begged.
"Hold up Buck, let's see just how far the fairy will go for the money. On your knees you shit." He pressed his hands tightly down on the struggling boy's shoulders, ignoring his whimpers for mercy. "Now your gonna be a good lil' faggot and we'll try not to mess your pretty face up to bad." The bastard laughed.
Now I'm not a hero in fact I've run from more fights then I've had hot dinners (then again since I'm homeless those were few and far between) but one thing I am is a cranky morning person, seriously you wake me from my beauty sleep and you better hail a taxi. So when that bastard woke me up to witness his rape of some dumb kid, who didn't know better, something in me snapped. I barely remember what happened to be truthful. One moment I was contemplating getting up the next I was on the Bucks back and shouting at the kid to run. I was flung to the floor with such force my entire breath was knocked out of me I looked up to see the one called Tyler looking down at me exclaiming 'Where the fuck did he come from?!' I laughed and rolled to my right, pulled up onto my knees and elbowed him in the balls. My laugh became harder as I heard his intake of breath accompanied by an 'oh shit that hurts'. In fact I laughed so hard I never heard the kid cry out "behind you!" didn't even make the connection until the dustbin lid nearly knocked my block clean off. As I lay dazed on the ground I felt myself being lifted by the scruff of my neck. "Two pretty faggots for the price of one!" he laughed close to my face, he's halitosis nearly finishing the job he started with the dustbin lid.
Tyler at some point had recovered from the torture of his genitals and seeking vengeance headed towards me "Your gonna pay you git," he warned, laughing almost merrily as he approached.
"Tyler, stop your becoming a parody of a pantomime dame," a voice drawled from behind him. From the disadvantage that Buck held me I could not see the owner of that voice, but I did note the pressure in Buck's hands loosened and his breath became shallow, if I had not been so weakened from the blow to my head I would've attempted to disentangle myself. Instead I chose to wait to see if the purring voice was my saviour or new captor.
"Shit man you scared me, why you always gotta do that Howdino crap"
" Houdini"
"Who deenie what?"
"Never-mind Tyler just let the boy go and I'll leave you and your brain- cell to struggle it out," the silken voice continued "You outta ya mind? This kid jumped me! And that one stole from me!" he pointed wildly in the direction of the boy I couldn't see.
"Yes they've been very naughty they shall be spanked and sent straight to bed without any Tea now let him go." With this last request his voice sounded nearer and more forceful.
" Yeah well you should watch 'em is all" Tyler seemed to be backing down with each reply.
I tried to continue to follow the conversation but my eyes strained to keep open and it would be so nice to sleep.to close my eyes and never wake up so simple really.
I was thrown to the floor with a great thump waking me from my temporally paralysis. Buck had released me.
"Oh God is he ok?" The kid's voice was so far away and darkness was beckoning me again. I felt arms lift me gently and fingers brush my forehead.
"Elijah, go get the others I can't get him home by myself." I heard frantic footsteps moving away from me and I listened as they gradually died away, all the while those soft fingers caressed my skin. "You be fine my lovely, brave one. When you awake life will be so much more simple."
I know now he lied but at the time those words were magic and like the spell that claimed Sleeping Beauty, I was claimed to.
Next Instalment Darren gets a new home but is it what it seems?
Title: The Brothel
Title: Taking Risks
By: Foraoo
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction. Don't Own, Didn't Happen, Don't Sue
Author Note- As this is a request fic, alot of people who appear in it may be less known then others. Paste this into your web browser- www.geocities.com/foraoo/ - to see pictures and biographies of all main characters.
Chapter 1- Taking Risks
The year was 1982 I was nineteen and living on the streets. There is a story about how I came to be homeless but if it was David Copperfield your after it's available in all good book stores. If your reading this then either I'm dead or trapped there. I hope to God the former. The pain in my chest is incredible but overwhelmed by my fear. The daylight is fading quick and my pen has seen it's last days but by God I plan to at least write my side of this, I will have my say if not my freedom. I don't have long so I'd best begin while I still have time.
The night my life changed forever, the night he came to me, it was raining. I was cold, shivering and wet. The nearest shelter was at least seven blocks away and in my weary state I could not muster the strength to walk that far. Instead I turned into the desolate alley at my left, cursing God while I went. I gathered soaking cardboard boxes to cover myself with for the night as duvets were lacking at that particular moment in time. The ally was behind 'Che Sez' a popular night-club in this side of town and a damn noisy one at that, I should've got up and found a more peaceful dwelling but my head was pounding and I was desperate for sleep. Ignoring the constant rumbling in my stomach I tried in vain to make myself comfortable if I had been a weaker man I would've wept but weeping would not help me this time, in truth it never had. I closed my eyes and let darkness overcome me.
I awoke to high shrieking and at first thought it to be the morning birds a quick survey of my surroundings told me it was still too dark to be dawn meaning another reason for the high pitched noise. Peeking from under my hiding place I searched for the source of my waking and quickly found him. or them. As I had been over-zealous with my gathering of the cardboard I could remain unseen as I watched the events unfold a mere seven metres away from me.
"Get off me you shit, I didn't take your money!" A boy of no older then seventeen protested. It was my shrieker.
" What do you call this then?" A larger man demanded grabbing the boy and extracting the 'stolen' money from his pocket.
"That's mine!' The boy shouted
"Funny that? Because it's marked at the edges with red ink. Just the way we do it. Isn't that strange Buck?"
"Let me show the faggot a lesson Tyler!" 'Buck' begged.
"Hold up Buck, let's see just how far the fairy will go for the money. On your knees you shit." He pressed his hands tightly down on the struggling boy's shoulders, ignoring his whimpers for mercy. "Now your gonna be a good lil' faggot and we'll try not to mess your pretty face up to bad." The bastard laughed.
Now I'm not a hero in fact I've run from more fights then I've had hot dinners (then again since I'm homeless those were few and far between) but one thing I am is a cranky morning person, seriously you wake me from my beauty sleep and you better hail a taxi. So when that bastard woke me up to witness his rape of some dumb kid, who didn't know better, something in me snapped. I barely remember what happened to be truthful. One moment I was contemplating getting up the next I was on the Bucks back and shouting at the kid to run. I was flung to the floor with such force my entire breath was knocked out of me I looked up to see the one called Tyler looking down at me exclaiming 'Where the fuck did he come from?!' I laughed and rolled to my right, pulled up onto my knees and elbowed him in the balls. My laugh became harder as I heard his intake of breath accompanied by an 'oh shit that hurts'. In fact I laughed so hard I never heard the kid cry out "behind you!" didn't even make the connection until the dustbin lid nearly knocked my block clean off. As I lay dazed on the ground I felt myself being lifted by the scruff of my neck. "Two pretty faggots for the price of one!" he laughed close to my face, he's halitosis nearly finishing the job he started with the dustbin lid.
Tyler at some point had recovered from the torture of his genitals and seeking vengeance headed towards me "Your gonna pay you git," he warned, laughing almost merrily as he approached.
"Tyler, stop your becoming a parody of a pantomime dame," a voice drawled from behind him. From the disadvantage that Buck held me I could not see the owner of that voice, but I did note the pressure in Buck's hands loosened and his breath became shallow, if I had not been so weakened from the blow to my head I would've attempted to disentangle myself. Instead I chose to wait to see if the purring voice was my saviour or new captor.
"Shit man you scared me, why you always gotta do that Howdino crap"
" Houdini"
"Who deenie what?"
"Never-mind Tyler just let the boy go and I'll leave you and your brain- cell to struggle it out," the silken voice continued "You outta ya mind? This kid jumped me! And that one stole from me!" he pointed wildly in the direction of the boy I couldn't see.
"Yes they've been very naughty they shall be spanked and sent straight to bed without any Tea now let him go." With this last request his voice sounded nearer and more forceful.
" Yeah well you should watch 'em is all" Tyler seemed to be backing down with each reply.
I tried to continue to follow the conversation but my eyes strained to keep open and it would be so nice to sleep.to close my eyes and never wake up so simple really.
I was thrown to the floor with a great thump waking me from my temporally paralysis. Buck had released me.
"Oh God is he ok?" The kid's voice was so far away and darkness was beckoning me again. I felt arms lift me gently and fingers brush my forehead.
"Elijah, go get the others I can't get him home by myself." I heard frantic footsteps moving away from me and I listened as they gradually died away, all the while those soft fingers caressed my skin. "You be fine my lovely, brave one. When you awake life will be so much more simple."
I know now he lied but at the time those words were magic and like the spell that claimed Sleeping Beauty, I was claimed to.
Next Instalment Darren gets a new home but is it what it seems?