David's Double Date
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At that point, the tip of David"s nose was against the tip of Richard"s cock, so David opened his mouth wide and enclosed the cock head in his lips. The attentions to Dick"s balls and licking the underside of his shaft had gotten his cock harder than ever and David reveled in the feel of it as he started taking it into his mouth.
"I went back with tools, petrol and some tapers from the boat after they had dumped me on the beach," the handsome Italian told him in a cold, grim voice. "I grew up in the country, I know how to get a job done properly. I screwed slats of wood over the windows while they were sleeping, nice and quiet. Then I poured the gasoline through a few broken panes and lit it. I went to a bar nearby and watched it burn."
Rayne lowered his hands. His mouth fell open in silent dismay and he began to shake his head incredulously.
"Y...you..."
"He will not bother you again, Rayne. This I promise," Aldo told him impassively.
He pulled his sweater back on, wincing at the pain from the cruel scars on his back. Rayne Wilde stared at him, stunned and horrified by what the Italian had just told him.
"He's...?"
"He won't hurt you any more. Don't ask me anything else, okay?" Aldo closed his eyes.
"Jesus!" Rayne exhaled quietly.
"If you talk to the police, you know nothing about this, do you understand?" Aldo lifted his head, fixing the boy with that stony gaze once more.
Rayne nodded mutely. He did not plan to stick around long enough to speak to the cops, besides which, he was already nervous in case one of them turned out to be Armand Picot or his associate Pasqual. That was just about his level of luck right now.
"I won't say anything," he promised, shuddering with combined horror and the ongoing shock of withdrawal.
"Good," Aldo said with a hint of finality. He closed his eyes again, his brows drawn together as if he was in pain or thinking very intently. "I will stay with you until Anthony wakes."
"You don't have to stay," Rayne told him. "I haven't got any gear. It's not as if I can take anything."
"I will stay," Aldo responded more firmly. "Who knows what you will do?"
Rayne scowled at that, but he did not argue. He did not have the strength to argue. Instead he wriggled back down beneath the duvet and tried to sleep. Aldo lay down beside him after a little while and put one arm around his shoulders, holding him. This time, Rayne did not try to push him away.
It took a little over a week for him to stop shaking but Rayne reached a point about half way through the battle of wills between himself and Ant when it got easier. The pain began to diminish and he was able to eat without being sick or needing to rush for the toilet. Knowing that Ant did not trust him was probably the worst part of the whole endeavour; that and having to empty his bowels in front of the man. Rayne had never been shy but he was quite a private person and found it quite disturbing having to put up with being watched whilst he performed the most mundane and intimate functions. He was not even getting paid for this!
"You could turn your back," he suggested bitterly, huddled over the bowl, shaking like a drunk.
"You think I enjoy this?" Ant asked in retaliation.
"I think you get off on it, yeah!" Rayne sneered; then he doubled up in pain as his gut spat liquid fire and the exchange was forgotten.
One morning, Doctor Mahmoudi came around to talk to Rayne about his test results. The Doctor had taken mandatory blood tests but he had also taken semen samples and DNA swabs from the boy's mouth and rectum when Ant informed him that the boy had been raped. Ant left them alone reluctantly, not entirely trusting Mahmoudi although he was forced to concede to Rayne's request for privacy.
"How are you feeling?" Mahmoudi asked solemnly, coming to sit on the edge of the bed once he had examined the boy again. As ever Rayne was uncomfortable letting the old man touch him but he did not resist the examination, only wincing a little as Mahmoudi eased a swab into his rectum to check for signs of infection.
Perhaps out of respect for Rayne's condition, he was also dressed this morning, in grey linen trousers and a pale blue shirt, open at the neck. Rayne could not look at him. He was afraid of what the man had come to tell him but also wary of losing control of his will and his emotions. They had come through so much this week and with one little jab of a needle, Mahmoudi could take things back to normal. He seemed as conscious of it as Rayne was for he made no direct allusion to the heroin.
"I feel like shit," Rayne admitted, sitting up now. "But I feel a bit less like shit than I did five days ago."
"Good," the doctor declared with a little smile. "I would like to talk to you for a short while, Rayne. You have been riding your luck and it was inevitable that sooner or later you would take a fall. But the news is not all bad. Your HIV samples have once more come back clear, although I would suggest that you get another test once you have returned to the care of your own doctor in London."
Rayne did not have the heart to tell him that he did not have a doctor in London and it was unlikely that he would go back there at any rate.
"Unfortunately," Mahmoudi added, making his heart sink a little way, "you have gonorrhoea, although this is eminently treatable and we have caught it early so you should make a full recovery."
"I knew something was wrong," Rayne admitted, nodding his head rather awkwardly. "I mean... I've been uncomfortable all week, what with one thing or another but..." He shrugged and looked vaguely embarrassed.
"It is not an insurmountable problem," Mahmoudi told him kindly. "You should refrain from sexual congress for a little while and ensure that you use contraception when you resume. Okay? I will give you treatment for this illness and monitor your progress. Now, I must say that the DNA swabs we took were not very helpful. You took steps to eliminate the evidence of your assault did you not?"
Rayne lowered his head, sensing disapproval in the doctor's tone.
"I didn't do it on purpose," he said. "I just felt dirty. I wanted to... to get everything out of me!"
"You cleansed yourself thoroughly," Mahmoudi inclined his head in Rayne's direction. "You have suffered no further internal infection and in that respect what you did was a positive thing. However, we have precious little evidence with which to find and prosecute..."
"I don't want to find them," Rayne interrupted him rather more coldly. "I don't ever want to see them again. They can rot in hell for all I care."
"They should rot in jail," Mahmoudi corrected him. "What they did to you should not be encouraged. It paints a picture that the Cap Authorities are not keen to show to outsiders. These men are still at large. What if they do this to another boy? Someone younger, perhaps... less experienced?"
Rayne looked at him defiantly. His green eyes were pale and very hostile.
"They won't," he said, remembering Aldo's words to him the other night.
"What makes you so sure?"
"They came for 'me'," Rayne told him, folding his arms defensively. "It was no accident that I was there when it began. He came looking for me and he made sure that I got what he wanted me to get."
"You are telling me that one man instigated this assault upon you?" Mahmoudi asked carefully. "The man who abducted you previously, perhaps?"
"I'm telling you nothing," Rayne said quietly.
"You are protecting him?" the doctor queried incredulously. "Why would you do that?"
"I'm not protecting him," the boy retorted at once.
"You are protecting someone else then?" Mahmoudi tilted his head to look beneath Rayne's heavy black forelock and up into his angry, defiant emerald eyes. "Perhaps you are protecting the person who went to that man's house and burnt it to the ground five nights ago?"
Rayne looked at him directly but said nothing. His jaws were clenched furiously.
"Perhaps that person could not be blamed for his emotions," Mahmoudi continued in a low, pleasant voice. "He had seen with his own eyes what your abductor had done to you and encouraged other men to do to you and he wanted that man to suffer for his crimes."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rayne said atonally. "Give me the antibiotics and go away. I didn't want to talk to the police and I don't want to talk to you."
"Three men died in that fire five nights ago," Mahmoudi continued as if he had not spoken. "One did not. He escaped badly burned through the front hallway where the fire was raging at its highest. He will be disfigured for the rest of his life... 'if' he lives."
"I don't care!" Rayne snapped.
"I think you do," Mahmoudi said in a calm, persistent voice. "I think that you care more than you pretend. I think that you would like to know who was the man who escaped the fire, even though his windows and doors had been barred shut and plainly he was intended to die. I think that your friend Mr Wright started that fire, Rayne and that you feel a great responsibility..."
"NO!" Rayne was on his feet, shaking his head furiously now. "Get out! Ant was with me! He was with me all the time! Now get lost!"
He was still shaking long after Mahmoudi had gone, leaving a small bottle of tablets with Ant and refusing to discuss what had been said in the room whilst the other man was absent. Rayne felt sick. What would happen if Mahmoudi went to the police with a story like that? He was livid with the doctor, and with Aldo for doing something so stupid and with Phil for telling him in the first place, but most of all with himself for being the catalyst. If he had never been born the world would have been so much the richer!
Rayne paced up and down the bedroom with his hands clenched into small, impotent fists, driving his fingernails into his palms with grim determination until the blood dripped through his fingers. Ant tried to soothe him but he would not be calmed.
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