Voodoo's heart thudded in his cheat as he swiftly tried to back pedal away from the heavy chan that slammed into the floor less than a foot ahead of him. He barely had a chance to think /what the fuck?!/ before unfamiliar hands grabbed around his outstretched arms and he found himself painfully face first in the wall of the hanger. A bitter flavour filled his mouth, choking him- his teeth had slammed together at the impact, cutting into the cigar that had been hanging from his lips and coating his mouth in thhe dark, dusty flakes of tobacco that had filled it.

His lungs ached and he coughed, spitting harshly as a voice spoke harshly in his ear "you're going to like this." A shiver ran through his body at the feeling of strong, hard hips grinding against him from behind, and Voodoo couldnt help but close his eyes and gasp out loud at the feeling of blunt teeth digging deeply into the crux between his neck and shoulder. He recognized the voice- Cutter, that war boy that had always seemed to be around recently. Who would have thought he'd have this sort of thing planned.

Unwilling to give up without a struggle, Voodoo gracelessly spat a glob of spit and tobacco leaves out onto the floor in front of him and shoved backwards with all his strength, grinning and grimacing as he felt Cutters feet stutter to keep their placement and his teeth digging in harsher. The feeling on his neck went straight to his cock, and he felt a little disgusted with himself. Was he really such an easy fucking catch?

"Would it have killed you to buy me dinner first?" he growled, referencing the old world saying with a little bit of self deprecating sarcasm. He flexed his arms against the grip that Cutter had on him, bucking his hips backward again to see if he could further set the man off balance. It seemed the other war boy had come prepared for a fight though, because Voodoo felt his efforts rewarded with a strong hand gripping the back of his skull and slamming his forehead into the wall with solid precision.

White lights and dark pain flooded his head and he groaned, knees weakening. Cutter was holding him up now, one arm pinning his wrists and the other around his waist. "I said you'd like it. Trust me, or you wont." The voice sounded so calm, it threw Voodoo off balance. He barely heard the words with his brain whirling from the throbbing sensation in his temple like a car spinning out on the sand after getting hit with an explosive lance. On instinct he threw his head back as quickly as he could, feeling the back of his skull connect soundly against the other mans cheek bone with a solid smack.

Cutter swore loudly and let go of Voodoos arms, but before he could use the new freedom to his advantage he felt a hand grip him by the back of his tooth'd bandana around his neck and pull harshly, dragging him backwards and away from the wall at a grueling pace. His booted feet skidded in the dirt as he tried to regain his footing and his throat burned from the pull that was more than likely to leave rope-burn. Stars skidded across his vision and his hands went to his throat.

"Enough!" Cutter snarled harshly, sounding in that moment more rough and animalistic than Voodoo had ever heard him before. The hand dropped from his neck and his knees slammed against the floor. The lack of oxygen and the pain in his head had sent him toppling forward, and he barely caught himself with his hands- grateful for the black leather half gloves he had on, or the rough flooring would have certainly removed a solid layer of skin from the impact.

Pain like razors shot up his wrists and he gasped, desperately trying to regain the breath that he had lost in the last few minutes. Cutter was nowhere to be felt. After a moment of panting, Voodoo looked up. The man was crouched in front of him, redness swelling his right cheek in the beginning of what was likely to be a nasty bruise. He had a measuring, contemplative look on his face. Voodoo's eyes narrowed,

"I ain't likin' it so far, Cut." he harshed, hawking more brown spittle onto the floor beneath him. Cutter sighed long sufferingly and stared up at the ceiling, like Joe himself could hear his prayers and complaints.

"You will." He said matter-of-factly, "I mean it." He pulled a switch knife from his thigh pocket and unfolded it, staring down at it intently. "Just stop fucking it up, Vu."

Voodoo eyed the knife apprehensively, staying in his hands and knees position on the floor as Cutter rose to standing position with a sigh, moving behind him. He heard a thud as the other man flopped down on the floor behind him casually and glanced over his shoulder, wondering if he could chance leaping up and making a run for it. The idea was dashed when he felt a blade at his neck, right below his Adams apple and just above the bandana. It was close enough that he wondered for a second if he swallowed to strongly he might paint his chest with his own blood.

Cutter clucked his tongue chidingly and whistled like he was calling a pup, "back, back, back, come on Vu, tut tut. Just like that, yes. Good." Voodoo edged away from the knife as it pressed closer and closer to his wind pipe, ending up in a kneeling position with his hands up, gripping desperately at the arm that held death against his throat.

He knew when he was beat. Usually he could tell if someone was just fucking around or if they really had an intent to kill. At this point, Voodoo wasn't really sure. The psycho behind him hummed appreciatively and he shuddered. Sick, he knew, but the sound and the life-or-death situation had him throbbing in his pants, and he could feel his body start to sweat, heart hammering in his ears. /Im so fucking fucked/ he thought, closing his eyes in defeat. /in so many fucking ways. V8 damn it all/

He was prepared for a rough fuck. He was expecting it. Boys rarely went after him this way, but when they succeeded he was always prepared for a rough barebacking that would leave him walking funny for a few days afterward. It was sick, but he usually came from the rough treatment anyways. He shrugged mentally to himself. At least he knew who he was.

Cutter didnt seem to fit the profile though. His breath was a little harsh from the scuffle, but he hardly seemed out of control. Voodoo felt the mans free hand go to the belts around his waist and efficiently flick them open until he could slide the dark, heavy fabric down his thighs. Fully exposed, Voodoo felt the breeze of the open air shaft of the hanger in places he usually didn't leave hanging and exposed in public places. Apparently this didnt bother Cutter much at all.

A hand found his throbbing length and squeezed tightly, Voodoo groaned and fought hard to not thrust forward, nervous that Cutter had forgotten the blade against his throat and might accidentally end him right there. The thought was a little funny.

It seemed a friendly hand job wasn't going to be the start of the evening. A little shuffle behind him and the hand that had left his cock felt along the cleft of his ass, slick with petrol jel. /well, what a fuckin gentleman/ Voodoo thought, and he considered saying as much, but as a finger slipped slowly past his outer ring and inside of him he could do little more than let out a shuddering breath and try to not slice his own throat.

The finger spun slightly from side to side as it made its way into his body, probing around with efficiency. A few shallow thrusts had Voodoo bending his hips backward and spreading his legs more, mouth hanging open ever so slightly and breath hitched. He felt a second finger, and Cutters breath hot and even just under his ear. It was then he realized that every time he twitched or moved involuntarily, the knife moved immediately out of harms way, keep in an even, solid pressure without breaking the skin. /this guys not bad.../

The fingers left and he shuddered, pre cum pooling at the tip of his cock and balls contracted tight to his body. It had been too fucking long. A blunt, hard feeling pressed into him and he braced himself, breathing out long and slow as a familiar hard burn settled in his gut. Cutter pressed diligently forward until he was hilt deep and then stalled. A tongue slid from the bottom of Voodoos ear lobe up to the tip. It was hot, moist, and left goose bumps all over his body.

"Here we go." Cutter whispered, and for a moment Voodoo assumed this meant he was about to get fucked into the dirt floor. He stuttered and squawked slightly when the knife was tossed easily aside and he was pulled backwards and off balance, landing in the war boys lap with his legs sprawled out in front of him. The motion send Cutters cock deeper than hilt deep and electricity shot through Voodoos spine at the depth and fullness. /fuck/

"Fuck!" Oh hey, that one actually made it out loud.

"Shh." He heard. / shush yourself you fuckin-/ his train of thought stalled when a hand appeared in front of him. Cutter was holding... what was that? some sort of metal rod? it was easily 10 inches long but thin, only around a centimeter in diameter. He felt his erection start to flag and Cutter huffed behind him again, dropping the rod and gripping at Voodoos hips, rocking into him roughly. He threw his head back, this time resting on Cutters shoulder and not aiming to break his cheekbones. His fingers gripped tightly on the other war boys knees and he lost himself in the sensation for a few moments. Too soon, the hard shaft slamming his prostate slowed and petered to a stop. He wondered if you could actually see his heartbeat through his chest, it sounded so loud.

He was left to brace himself, balanced on Cutters cock and rocking into it himself while the man did... something. He could smell more petrol jelly and he shivered at the cold sensation when a slicked hand began to stroke his shaft agonizingly slowly.

"This is where you stay put or I hunt you down and throw you off the edge of the Citadels holding bay. Got it?" Voodoo's fuzzy brain tried to grapple with the sentence. He couldn't fathom what-

A cold, hard sensation appeared at the tip of his cock and he jolted, fumbling in the awkward rhythm he had tried to set against Cutters body. His head snapped forward to see the long metal rod in Cutters right and, his left hand gripping Voodoo's dribbling length hard at the base.

Panic slammed through him but before he could pick up the struggle again teeth nipped so hard at his ear lobe he felt the edge of it split and start to bleed. Breath coming out in harsh, panicked gasps he listened as Cutter said "Dont make me make you fuckin' lopsided Vu. Trust. Me."

He fought every instinct clawing through his body to stay still and cutter slowly started to thread the long, thin metal shaft into his urethra. He'd never experienced penetration this way. The burning sensation that thrilled through his most delicate area was utterly unlike what he felt when being taken from behind. A sense of wrongness coiled in his gut even as his legs involuntarily spread themselves a little wider and his balls jumped slightly. This wasnt... something... people did.

Cutter moved slowly, mimicking the motions he had made with his finger when he had prepped Voodoo from behind before. Slow, gentle twisting leading into slightly more depth. Millimeter by millimeter Voodoo watched as the long rod slowly disappeared inside of him. He clenched hard against Cutters cock and felt the other war boys breath hitch slightly in his ear. A little bit of satisfaction fluttered through him at that.

buried to his boddies hilt inside of him, Voodoo's eyes stared transfixed. It was like... the opposite of an orgasm. Instead of feeling his body sending out waves of pleasure, pleasure was being forced into him in an unbelievable way. He felt... full, and fully aware that something was inside of him that was never meant to go there. His hips twitched forward and back, fucking himself slowly onto Cutters cock as the Boy's skilled hand thrust the rod in and out of him at a measured pace.

He could barely handle it. Slowly Cutter pressed the rod down impossibly further, and his whole body melted into the sensation. It... it had hit his prostate- /from the other side/. He gasped loudly and moaned at the double hit of being fucked from the back and the front simultaneously.

Cutter hummed in a pleased note. Voodoo's ear throbbed but he couldnt tell what was blood and what was sweat at this point. A pace was set that sent his mind straight out of his body- every thrust of the hips was met with a twist of the wrist. He constantly felt like he was on the edge of orgasm but the rod in his cock was fully blocking any fluid from passing through. It settled in his gut like a grenade trying to go off in a room with no air, and his fingers scraped so deeply into Cutters knees that he was sure to have scars.

The world fell away, but the more control he lost the less even Cutters motions seemed to be. Where he was practically mechanical before, he started to falter in his pacing, wrist slowing down and hips speeding up. Through his haze of pain and pleasure and pressure and oh, everything, Voodoo could hear Cutters breath become ragged.

Just when he was certain he couldnt take any more- and a few moments after that, even, Cutter pulled the rod from Voodoos cock and tossed it aside. The sick, slick motion toppled him over the edge and he came hard into empty air, his entire body shuddering and clenching. Cutter threw his body forward and he barely caught himself on limp, shaking arms. He felt hands dig bruises into his hips and the room resounded lewdly with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Cutter slammed into him with animalistic force. In the aftershocks of his own orgasm, Voodoo could hardly stand the over stimulation and grit his teeth together harshly, fisting the ground with his hands.

A wet forehead pressed between his shoulder blades and Cutter came with a hitched gasp, hilt deep inside of him. They stayed like that for several moments, both seeming to be waiting for the world to stop tumbling out of order. Voodoo started to feel his injuries coming on to him slowly and he sighed into the ground.

"I need a fuckin' smoke." he muttered, and to his astonishment he heard Cutter chuckle companiably behind him. The boy slipped out of his body and gently pushed Voodoo, toppling the man bonelessly on to his side where he looked up at the person who had just given him the fuckin' ride of his life. Cutters face was split in an uncharacteristic grin, teeth and all. He flopped down on the ground beside Voodoo and tucked his hands behind his head, looking over at him pleasedly.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Miscalculated. When I bribed that pup to steal one out of your mouth an hour ago I didnt know you had another one on you. Should have pick pocketed your pants first. My mistake." He shrugged and sighed contentedly, closing his eyes like he was basking in a field of fuckin' daisies. Voodoo stared at him incredulously.

"You... what?" He couldnt comprehend what Cutter had just said.

"Yeah. But if Im right, that half smoked one should be sittin' on your bunk right about now, under your pillow. So its not a total loss."

Voodoo stared.

"You're fucking insane, arent you."

Cutter laughed.