It was never easy giving up one's body…

To become compliant to another person's will was what had once frightened him to no end, yet he did what he had to to survive. Being thrown out of the house with nothing more than a few crumpled dollars and a ratty back pack he learned the hard way that nothing in this world was truly free, a hard headed attitude would only get you so far; but if you were good to them then in return they would be good to you…

The run down motel that the twenty year old found himself in was just enough to keep him out of the cold- the windows were cracked and the lock on the door was broken, but the blankets were just thick enough to keep his body heat in whenever he got back and actually had the chance to sleep. Food was scarce for the twin, most days he relied on hand outs and food banks, even the occasional shop lifting, however his resources were running out and the growling of his stomach was becoming harder to ignore. He needed work, and soon. Whether it be sleeping with closet cased husbands or street wise junkies, he was determined to make enough money to pay for yet another month's worth of motel nights and the chance to actually buy something other than day old stale bread and cup noodles.

It never occurred to him to check which city he was in, after all, didn't all cities work the same way? As long as he kept his head down and his hips moving he would be fine- never make eye contact, and never fuss, was his motto when it came to 'clean, untainted' folks- he saw himself as dirty, disgusting, only fit for the trash, and deep down he thought it to be true. Heading down the old main streets he kept to the shadows, staying close to the brick buildings of store fronts and occasionally glancing at his reflection; his hair that was once a shining mass of chocolate curls now hung over his shoulders in an over grown mullet- just as thick yet no long shining with health- his eyes looked almost sunken in, the warmth of childhood and joy gone, replaced with self-hatred and sorrow. The red zip up sweat shirt that he wore was his only defense against the elements, the cold April win ripping through him despite the extra layer, how he wished he was somewhere warm, somewhere safe…

"Hey!" The voice made him jump, his eyes widening as he looked up from the ground, his head tilting to the side as he pointed to himself, confused as to whether he was the one being spoken too. "Yeah you, heard from Ray that you're a handy man, is that true?"

"I- yeah, I am." Another piece of his soul broke as he acknowledged the fact, he was a 'handy man' alright, a Grade A slut. "What are you looking for?"

"How about I buy you a bite to eat and we'll discuss details," The man was no older than twenty five with copper colored hair that was pulled back in a loose pony tail, his eyes a deep, almost mesmerizing emerald. "Come on, I won't hurt you, now how about it? My treat."

The answer was obvious.

"All right… no funny business though!"

"Wouldn't think of it. Name's James, you got a name pretty boy?"

"St-No…I don't have a name." The cold wind ripped through him as he took the extended hand, "Call me Lee."

"You got it, Lee."

The warmth that flooded over Lee's body when they entered the small scale diner was enough to make him relax, his lips twitching into a smile as he followed the man called James over to a booth at the far end of the eatery; with a belly demanding food, and given the option to order what he wanted he was quick to ask for a cheeseburger with fries, accompanied with a large strawberry milk shake.

"Haven't eaten in a while have you, Lee?" James asked with amusement, a grin on his lips as he took a sip from his own coffee, watching as the man before him began to eat ravenously. "I'll make this quick, I, along with my future associates attend Rivebend University. Our mid-terms are coming up for this Spring semester and we need a bit of a 'stress relief', if you will."

Lee nodded his head.

"Ray says you're the tightest hole in this town," James smirked, "And you sound like something we would enjoy using for a bit."

"How many?"

"Does it matter?" James asked, reaching across the table to dab the ketchup off the corner of Lee's lips. "You'll get paid per man, of course. And I do expect you'll be compliant. Or, of course, I could simply leave you here with the bill and allow the authorities to deal with you. Dining and Dashing along with Prostitution wouldn't look good, now would it?"

Lee wasn't surprised by the turn in attitude- anything 'free' wasn't in fact free, he had been waiting for this moment; licking the ketchup from his thumb before taking another bite from his burger he nodded solemnly in agreement. So what if there were going to be more men using him than just James, wasn't he just another body to be used for stress release?

"Fine. I'll do it."

"That's a good boy." James perked up at Lee's response, placing down a fifty on the table. "Now, you be a good boy and use the change to go clean yourself up. I expect you at the Rivebend Campus Library Thursday evening, don't worry about bringing anything, we'll have it all taken care of."

Lee nodded mutely, watching the smirk grow on James lips, unable to say anything more- after all, what could he say?

Eating the rest of the food he had ordered Lee took the change and headed towards the nearest Drug Store, surely they would have cheap soap and shampoo…

Sweat beaded along Lee's chest and forehead as he held tightly to the metal bar of the dumpster, his legs firmly wrapped around the strangers' waist as the man thrusted into him repeatedly; the cold air of the night bit into Lee's bare skin, his fingers going numb from holding onto the freezing metal for so long, but he had to be good, or else he wouldn't get paid. His cock ached for release as the man came in him for the third time that night, Lee could feel the excess cum forcing his stomach to bulge just a bit more, his cock being fisted punishingly hard; he had to be silent, it was what his customer wanted, he wasn't allowed to make a sound, less he miss out on being paid.

"You're a good fuck, you know that?" The southern accent rolled off the police officer's tongue, his hand slapping Lee's backside violently while he pulled out, cum slowly dripping from the loosened hole. With shame pooling in his stomach Lee came with a silent sob, his knees giving out when his legs were dropped, forcing him to kneel in front of the dumpster, a few crumpled bills being thrown his way, landing in his own cum.

"See you around slut."

The alley smelt of garbage and decay, the light of the street lamp just missing Lee by a few inches, in the dark he could see a few cats watching him from the trash heaps that littered the ground, and in the cold silence he placed the bills into his hoodies pocket, but not before allowing a few tears to fall, his sobs shaking him to the core. With his pants down by his ankles Lee slowly stood up with the help of the railing, his backside stinging from the freshly forming bruises and the night air.

How he wished his old man had just killed him that night…

The water burned at Lee's skin as he sat down into the tub, the grime of the past two days coming off as the water lapped at his skin. Dried cum and grime was carefully washed off his belly- a customer had used him roughly just the hour before, yet he knew he would be ready for that night. With the wash cloth lathered he lovingly washed over his belly and thighs- old scars on his hips and thighs standing out against the pale skin- he shivered as he ran the cloth over them, remembering each one and why they were there… Shaking his head he pushed the thought from his mind and began to wash down lower, washing his legs and eventually washing his groin carefully, wishing that he could just stay inside the tub forever, at least he was 'clean' there were the grime of the world could be washed off.

Having to drain the brownish water and refill the tub Lee went back down and worked on his chest and arms, groaning as he washed over bruises and scrapes- his nipples standing out against his skin- they were still sore from the earlier treatment. Saving his hair for last Stanley washed the dark locks repeatedly until his hair felt clean- the tangles and knots gone, his fingers once again being able to stroke through without getting caught. Chocolate hued eyes shut as he allowed himself to slip away in thought, dreaming of the life he was forced to leave behind and the last nice meal he was able to have with his 'family'. Forcing himself out of the tub Lee grabbed the starch stiff towel and began to dry off, the cool air of the motel chilled him but he knew he couldn't doddle, after all, he had an 'appointment' to make.

Sitting on the edge of the queen sized bed Lee quickly tugged on pair of 'clean' black slacks and a white T-shirt, he didn't bother with undergarments, after all, they wouldn't be on for long anyways, he reasoned. With the motel key stuffed in his shoe and his hoodie slipped on he headed for the door, giving the room one last final look before heading out into the cold.

It would be a long and cold seven mile walk to the Campus Library…

By the time Lee had walked the long trek his feet were aching and he found he was ten minutes late; the Campus Library itself was large, constructed high with dome like ceilings and built up by imported bricks, simply walking through the maze like building made Lee feel out of place, as if he was a lowly sinner walking through a church. The Librarian he saw simply gazed at him in pity, as if knowing what he was there for, her eyes never quite meeting his as she went back to her scanning- the few students Lee saw were surrounded by books in paper, no one he would suspect was going to be part of the 'party' that night; heading deeper through the maze of book cases Lee spotted familiar copper hair, his stomach churning as he walked foreword, apologizing softly for being late.

"It was a long walk, wasn't it?" James chided, his grip on Lee's arm was like a vice grip, he didn't wait for Lee to speak before dragging him towards a dimly lit part of the Library, a small group of men waiting for them. "We were going to let you have some freedom, but after making us wait for so long? You need to be punished."

Lee's stomach dropped at the way James spoke, his legs nearly giving out as he was pushed suddenly towards the group of faceless men- did anyone really have a face anymore? To imagine them faceless and shadowed was the only way Lee kept his sanity after doing this for so long.

Lee felt rough hands dragging him to the back wall, a desk pressed into the corner- rough hands stripped Lee of his hoodie, the fabric ripping from their barbarian like aggression, they wasted no time in pushing him back onto the desk, forcing him to sit on it as they held his arms up above his head painfully, a thick belt wrapping around his wrists to keep them bound. Trying his best to keep quiet Lee watched in fear as a thick rope was tied to the belt, the other end threaded through a pulley device connected high up on the wall that forced Stanley to dangle for a moment by his arms as his pants and shoes were ripped away.

"Please, it's too tight." Lee whispered, a slap to his face making him see stars; powerless to do anything but watch he saw how his legs were parted widely, his ankles bound tightly with the rope- and just as it was done with his arms he watched as his legs were brought to dangle up by the pulley, his bare backside just barely brushing the surface of the desk. Lee shivered, his body bent nearly in half, his pink puckered hole on display- he felt too exposed, the black beady eyes of his 'customers' narrowed as the took the sight of him in, his breath hitching. A man with no face, but short cropped hair came over to him first, ripping his tie off from around his neck he tied it tightly around Lee's eyes, successfully blinding him; Lee's mouth was pried open as he felt what he could only imagine being his own sock being pressed into his mouth, his breathing almost cut off until he realized he could still breathe through his nose as long as he was careful not to panic.

"Such a pretty little slut. Thanks James, I needed a good study break." A gruff voice laughed, Lee could hear something click, almost like a cap being taken off a pen, and to Lee's despair he felt the wet tip of a marker being pressed to his skin, the first word easy for him to feel out.

S-L-U-T.

The group of men laughed, the marker being pressed down once again as more words were written across Lee's thighs and belly.

Fuck. Me. Raw.

Lee felt tears forming at the words.

Study Break.

'Cum in me' was written dangerously close to Lee's hole, he could feel the blindfold becoming wet from his tears. They were right. They were all right, he was a slut. A whore- everything they wrote!

Rough, fat fingers took turns thrusting into Stanley's tight hole, his cries of pain stifled by the sock in his mouth, he wasn't sure how many guys were thrusting their fingers into him- he prayed it was only one- but he couldn't quite tell from all their scornful chuckles and comments- they were acting as if Lee was a toy they received on Christmas morning.

"Fuck him first James, you were the one who found him." The group snickered, Lee felt his hips being swung forward as the tip of 'James' cock was pressed against his hole, Lee bit down harder onto the sock in his mouth, there would be no more preparations, and with a bolt of pain running up his spine he felt the cock enter him without waiting. Lee's arms jerked high painfully, unable to pull them down, the cock inside him was pushed till it was buried all the way, but lord did it burn, filling Lee up more than he was used too; just as Lee was about to release his held breath he felt the cock beginning to slide out, the tip nearly slipping out before it was thrusted back in, his hips jerking from the sheer force of the rope. Lee cried out as he was fucked, his blind fold becoming soaked with his tears, the burning of the forced stretching was almost too much for him, his cock being tugged and fisted painfully until he was ashamedly hard; he heard every word that James grunted out as he was fucked, the mocking tones of the other men ringing in his ears, multiple hands slid up his shirt, fingers pinching and tugging on his nipples as James continued to slam into him, forcing Lee to silently cry out in pleasure as his prostate was strucked.

"You like that? Huh slut? You must love this!" James growled, beating into Lee harder, his hand jerking Lee's cock in rhythm until Lee came with a shudder, his cum dripping down the man's fingers. "Oh no, this is not going to work with me. Open his mouth!"

Lee's mouth was forced open, the sock removed long enough for James cum slicked fingers to be shoved into his mouth, forcing Lee to taste himself- to lick his spilt seed off of James fingers.

"Lick it like you love it." James sneered, his hips snapping harder as he withdrew his hand, commanding for the sock to be put back into Lee's mouth. Gripping Lee's thighs tightly James thrusts began to weaken, his cock buried against Lee's prostate as he came inside of him. Lee could feel a mark being written on his skin.

I

Lee's brain began to drift as he felt the next cock that entered him- as long as he could run away to his land of 'make believe' then nothing could harm him. Even with each man taking turns thrusting into him, fucking him without mercy- filling him with so much cum, as long as he could keep that land of his their than he was safe…

Lee lost tracked of how many times he was fucked, by the way his body felt, the cum dripping from him, his legs and arms aching painfully, he could only imagine they had taken turns, each taking multiple turns each. Lee didn't need to see to know his body was littered with words and marks; just as he thought it was over he felt a face pressing into his neck to bite him, whispering afterwards,

"Thanks for the Study Break slut."

It was James.

"Your money is in your shoe, have fun getting down from there." James chuckled darkly, "I came in you three times, shit, you are worth the tightness. See you around, pretty boy."

Lee began to struggle at the man's words, begging as much as he could around the sock to be released, but he could tell by how quiet it was now that James was gone, and that he was trapped with his arms and legs tied up and his wrecked ass hole for the world to see and use…

'Please…God…Just kill me…' Lee cried, his legs and arms felt numb, he could no longer feel them, his head ached and his stomach growled and churned in pain- it was then though that he heard what sounded like footsteps. Thrashing once more his back hit the wall behind him loudly, whoever was walking nearby clearly heard him and went running to see what it was.

"Hello? Is anyone- Oh…Oh my…"

Lee couldn't quite place it, but somehow that voice sounded familiar…

Oddly familiar.

"Study Break?" The unknown speaker chuckled, however there was nothing cruel about it, it was almost as if the man was curious. "I-I could use a break…"

Lee felt his heart plummet as he heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and fabric rustling. His hole was already loose enough that the man needed no preparation, the first few thrusts were timid, almost soft, whilst hands gently held Lee's hips. The man was talking softly, whispering how amazing Lee felt around his cock, how Lee looked oddly familiar; Lee felt himself hardening despite his internal screaming, he could feel a work calloused hand wrap around the base of his cock and that was when he realized something about this man.

He had six fingers.

Lee wanted to sob with how torn he felt emotionally, was this him? Was this who he thought it was? The thrusts became harder, faster, and without realizing it Lee's gag was removed, warm lips kiss his softly as a warm, cinnamon sweet tongue entered his mouth; helplessly Lee kissed back, crying harder as his cock was pumped, it didn't take much for either of them, their lips breaking apart as they cried out in orgasm, cum gushing into Lee's spent body as he came over the man's hand. Their gasps and pants rung out in unison and just before Lee feared the man would leave he cried back.

"Please- St-Stanford? Is- is that you?"

The man stiffened, Lee could feel the blind fold being removed, and much to his dismay and hopes the man before him was his twin- a very confused and very scared look twin.

"S-Stanley?" Stanford took a step back, looking his twin over before slowly pulling up his underwear and pants, his hands reaching out to touch Stanley's thighs. "Stanley, it's you…but how? Why?"

"Hey…" Stanley tried to smile but found he couldn't, he cried out in pain as he tried to move, watching sadly as Stanford stood on the desk to remove Stanley's binding. Stanley hit the table with a hard thud, his ears ringing from the blow as he fought to keep his barring's. Cum poured down Stanley's thighs, the tears unrelenting as he curled foreword and sobbed into his bruised hands.

"Stanley? Stanley are you okay?" Stanford removed his own coat to place it around Stanley's shoulders, shushing his twin as he took a look at the scars that littered his thighs and belly. "Is this, is this what you've been doing since you were thrown out?"

Stanley said nothing, but Stanford knew.

"You never destroyed my project, did you?"

Stanley only sobbed harder.

"Please…Stanley, let me take you to my dorm- Fiddle-Fiddleford and I will clean you up, okay? Please Stanley, let me help you."

"I'm dirty!" Stanley sobbed, shaking violently as he tried not to scream. "I'm dirty and I'm a slut! You're too pure to be around me! I'm just another fuck hole to this world!"

"Stanley- please, shh, it's okay…" Stanford was at a loss of what to say, taking his twin into his arms he did the only thing he could do, and that was to hold him until Stanley had cried his tears out. Stanford took notice of the money in his twins' shoes and the cum that dripped down his twins' thighs, he didn't know what the future held, but he did know that he wouldn't let Stanley go.

He lost his twin once to the world; he wasn't going to let it happen again.…"