Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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40,329
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142
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Bound by Choice
DISCLAIMER: Although I would LOVE to, I don\'t own the GW boys, or any of the characters, nor am I making a profit. If I was, I wouldn\'t be working for Uncle Sam right now. Also, this fic contains unusual sexual practices, drug use, some NCS, and implied/actual pedo. This applies to all and any future chapters...
This is my very first fic, everyone, plz be gentle. ^_^; But pointers and meaningful advice would be greatly appreciated as well... EM
Ch. 1
It was a hot smothering summer day as Duo walked down the street.
He had been out trying to make money all night, and it didn’t exactly work out that well. He had been at another lonely housewife’s house, when her husband, who worked the graveyard shift at the auto plant, came home unexpectedly early. His ass almost got shot off as he jumped out the window. At least he hadn’t gotten to the point of taking off his clothes. She had picked him up from his neighborhood, which was a good half-hour away from her place.
Now he was walking back home. It was three in the morning when that happened, and here he was still walking at seven. Why? Because he was in a car earlier, and now he’s hoofing it back. Her place was over six miles away, but he didn’t set out until after about two hours of dodging bullets from an angry husband. He chased him all over their neighborhood, and he woke up his neighbors in the process. The cops were called, and he literally hid in a tree about six doors down until all was quiet. When he came down, he almost stepped on a pit bull, and of course, he really had to haul ass. The dog tired, luckily; he must’ve been an old dog; because they normally will chase you until they got you. That was six o’clock, and after an hour of walking, he was still a good four miles away.
He didn’t get to his neighborhood until about 10 o’ clock. The sun was beaming down hard on top of his head. But that was the least of his problems; he had an eviction notice telling him that unless he had the money in a week, he was out on his ass. The money from that horny woman would’ve bought him some time for another month. Ever since he ran away from home four years ago, he had been struggling to make ends meet. Now here he was at 18, and still can’t get a job. He sat down to rest in the shade of a building. “Now to rest before I fall out,” he mumbled. He sat and thought again about why he left. He still felt confused every now and then about things as a result. Once again, his thoughts drifted back to a past he would rather forget…
**His uncle Tubarov took Duo in when he was 10, after his parents died in a car accident. He had met the man at the family reunions, and even then, there was something about the man that creeped him out. Since the rest of the family had kids of their own to care for, Tubarov took him in—he jumped for the chance, in fact. Things were okay until about 6 months after he arrived. He started fondling Duo while he was trying to sleep; he crept into his room at night, and started reaching into his pajamas. He threatened to tell his friends and teachers, and worse, the rest of the family about him if he resisted.
He put up with the lewd acts for about two years. During that time, when he should’ve had a growing interest in girls, he was also looking at boys in the same manner. He was confused about why he was looking at them in that way. He shook off his urges, and put them on the back burner. He took out his frustrations in football. When he turned 13, he started coming onto girls to forget. Whenever there was someone eager enough, he’d sneak off with them to do some heavy petting.
He got off, but somehow that wasn’t enough. Unfortunately, his uncle was still sneaking into his room. But the incidents were stretching out now that his uncle had to travel more on business. But that all changed when Tubarov unexpectedly came home early from a business trip. All those years of just feeling up Duo were not enough. He didn’t want to really scare the boy right off the bat with what he really had in mind. Now, he thought that the boy was old enough.
Duo was caught off guard, since he figured that he had at least another two days before his return. Tubarov sneaked into his room, and much to his delight, the boy was lying on his stomach; he usually slept on his back, or on his side facing the door. He whisked off the covers and landed on top of Duo before he had a chance to react. He ripped off the thin flannel boxer pajamas, and ripped open his matching shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. He lifted the boy’s legs over his shoulders, and bore down with his own weight, keeping him still. He didn’t even bother to prepare the boy; he pushed into his tight ring in one push. Duo let out a loud scream in pain that was quickly smothered by the man’s hand. “And don’t you dare bite me, either, or you’ll get it worse!”
Tears streamed down his face as his uncle pounded into him. He missed school for the rest of that week and part of the next; he bled for at least three days as a result of his terrible uncle’s attack. He found it hard to walk for most of the week. After that, he pushed his heavy dresser against the door at night, and he kept a gallon jug in his room in case he had to go during the night. It worked for awhile, and eventually, he started to get back to normal. It didn’t help that he had to be around his teammates naked in the shower after practice and games, but he couldn’t let anyone find out what happened to him. One day, coming home from school, his uncle tried to get him right after set foot in the door. He ran away, and hid from him in a hallway closet, shaking and scared.
“No need to run from me, Duo!” Tubarov called out, “You’ve done it before! But I’ll go easier on you this time—I’ll use lube!” he laughed. That was the final straw. He balled his hands into fists, and felt something hard in his hand. He heard his uncle pass by the closet. When he felt that he was past, he crept out, sneaking up on his uncle. Tubarov sensed something was up and he whirled around. Too bad he didn’t see that helmet. Duo swung his helmet hard, taking out one of his kneecaps. Tubarov howled in pain as Duo ran around the house, gathering some essentials, and he came back and yelled at his uncle. “Fuck you! I’m outta here!” he screamed. “No, you can’t—you’re only 14! You still need me!” Tubarov pleaded. “NO, I don’t, you-you FREAK! My mind’s fucked up because of you!!! Do you have any idea what your years of touching and groping have done to me!? I don’t even know what I want anymore!” Duo ran out with tears running down his face.**
Duo woke up from his flashback dream. He looked at his watch. It was almost noon. The shade he was sitting in was now gone. He groaned and got up. He passed by snow cone vender, who had kids swarming all around him. While the vender had his back turned, occupied with at least 15 kids, he snatched one of the prepared cones off of his cart. “Hmm, I love cherry,” he said as he walked along, licking the sweet ice. He finished it, and tossed the cone on the ground. “Boy, that hit the spot”, he grinned. Then, his face turned into a frown as he realized the obvious: “This gig isn’t getting my ass anywhere!” he said out loud.
Duo was right; it wasn’t getting him anywhere. Most of the women were wives of blue-collar workers, so they most they can really give him were maybe a hundred tops. And that was after they might have saved for a little while. Some of the husbands were possessive, and held the purse strings; from those women, he was lucky to even get a twenty. The woman whose home he was run out of was his best customer, looked the best, and his only means to pay his rent. Since she was one of the few of his “clients” that actually worked, and her shift was opposite her hubby’s, she was actually able to give him a couple of hundred dollars a pop. “Well, I guess my ass is gonna be staying in a shelter for awhile,” he sighed. Although he was old enough to work a legit job, the only thing they have available for teens nowadays were fast-food places. And the thought of working 10-12 hour days only to get paid less than $200 bucks a week was not an option.
He passed a newspaper stand. He had some change, so he bought today’s paper. He snuck around the back and stole a girlie magazine from the pile next to the stand. He walked off into an alley to find a place to sit. He read the news. He always said that the world was always fucked up as it is. Then he picked up the girlie magazine. “Nice ones in here this month.” he grinned. He was flipping through the pages when he came upon—a want ad? There was actually a want ad section in the back of an adult magazine. “Now that’s crazy; who would’ve thought? Must be to star in porn or something.” Then he found something that caught his eye:
Help wanted at an extensive resort. Prefer attractive men/women between the ages of 18-35, and in excellent health. Must be willing to sign a contract for 2 years, and have your outside business in order when you come to apply. Call 555-5878 for more info if interested.
“Wow, now that sounds good. I bet they pay big-time, too! Gotta be, if you’re working at a resort!” Duo grinned.
This is my very first fic, everyone, plz be gentle. ^_^; But pointers and meaningful advice would be greatly appreciated as well... EM
Ch. 1
It was a hot smothering summer day as Duo walked down the street.
He had been out trying to make money all night, and it didn’t exactly work out that well. He had been at another lonely housewife’s house, when her husband, who worked the graveyard shift at the auto plant, came home unexpectedly early. His ass almost got shot off as he jumped out the window. At least he hadn’t gotten to the point of taking off his clothes. She had picked him up from his neighborhood, which was a good half-hour away from her place.
Now he was walking back home. It was three in the morning when that happened, and here he was still walking at seven. Why? Because he was in a car earlier, and now he’s hoofing it back. Her place was over six miles away, but he didn’t set out until after about two hours of dodging bullets from an angry husband. He chased him all over their neighborhood, and he woke up his neighbors in the process. The cops were called, and he literally hid in a tree about six doors down until all was quiet. When he came down, he almost stepped on a pit bull, and of course, he really had to haul ass. The dog tired, luckily; he must’ve been an old dog; because they normally will chase you until they got you. That was six o’clock, and after an hour of walking, he was still a good four miles away.
He didn’t get to his neighborhood until about 10 o’ clock. The sun was beaming down hard on top of his head. But that was the least of his problems; he had an eviction notice telling him that unless he had the money in a week, he was out on his ass. The money from that horny woman would’ve bought him some time for another month. Ever since he ran away from home four years ago, he had been struggling to make ends meet. Now here he was at 18, and still can’t get a job. He sat down to rest in the shade of a building. “Now to rest before I fall out,” he mumbled. He sat and thought again about why he left. He still felt confused every now and then about things as a result. Once again, his thoughts drifted back to a past he would rather forget…
**His uncle Tubarov took Duo in when he was 10, after his parents died in a car accident. He had met the man at the family reunions, and even then, there was something about the man that creeped him out. Since the rest of the family had kids of their own to care for, Tubarov took him in—he jumped for the chance, in fact. Things were okay until about 6 months after he arrived. He started fondling Duo while he was trying to sleep; he crept into his room at night, and started reaching into his pajamas. He threatened to tell his friends and teachers, and worse, the rest of the family about him if he resisted.
He put up with the lewd acts for about two years. During that time, when he should’ve had a growing interest in girls, he was also looking at boys in the same manner. He was confused about why he was looking at them in that way. He shook off his urges, and put them on the back burner. He took out his frustrations in football. When he turned 13, he started coming onto girls to forget. Whenever there was someone eager enough, he’d sneak off with them to do some heavy petting.
He got off, but somehow that wasn’t enough. Unfortunately, his uncle was still sneaking into his room. But the incidents were stretching out now that his uncle had to travel more on business. But that all changed when Tubarov unexpectedly came home early from a business trip. All those years of just feeling up Duo were not enough. He didn’t want to really scare the boy right off the bat with what he really had in mind. Now, he thought that the boy was old enough.
Duo was caught off guard, since he figured that he had at least another two days before his return. Tubarov sneaked into his room, and much to his delight, the boy was lying on his stomach; he usually slept on his back, or on his side facing the door. He whisked off the covers and landed on top of Duo before he had a chance to react. He ripped off the thin flannel boxer pajamas, and ripped open his matching shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. He lifted the boy’s legs over his shoulders, and bore down with his own weight, keeping him still. He didn’t even bother to prepare the boy; he pushed into his tight ring in one push. Duo let out a loud scream in pain that was quickly smothered by the man’s hand. “And don’t you dare bite me, either, or you’ll get it worse!”
Tears streamed down his face as his uncle pounded into him. He missed school for the rest of that week and part of the next; he bled for at least three days as a result of his terrible uncle’s attack. He found it hard to walk for most of the week. After that, he pushed his heavy dresser against the door at night, and he kept a gallon jug in his room in case he had to go during the night. It worked for awhile, and eventually, he started to get back to normal. It didn’t help that he had to be around his teammates naked in the shower after practice and games, but he couldn’t let anyone find out what happened to him. One day, coming home from school, his uncle tried to get him right after set foot in the door. He ran away, and hid from him in a hallway closet, shaking and scared.
“No need to run from me, Duo!” Tubarov called out, “You’ve done it before! But I’ll go easier on you this time—I’ll use lube!” he laughed. That was the final straw. He balled his hands into fists, and felt something hard in his hand. He heard his uncle pass by the closet. When he felt that he was past, he crept out, sneaking up on his uncle. Tubarov sensed something was up and he whirled around. Too bad he didn’t see that helmet. Duo swung his helmet hard, taking out one of his kneecaps. Tubarov howled in pain as Duo ran around the house, gathering some essentials, and he came back and yelled at his uncle. “Fuck you! I’m outta here!” he screamed. “No, you can’t—you’re only 14! You still need me!” Tubarov pleaded. “NO, I don’t, you-you FREAK! My mind’s fucked up because of you!!! Do you have any idea what your years of touching and groping have done to me!? I don’t even know what I want anymore!” Duo ran out with tears running down his face.**
Duo woke up from his flashback dream. He looked at his watch. It was almost noon. The shade he was sitting in was now gone. He groaned and got up. He passed by snow cone vender, who had kids swarming all around him. While the vender had his back turned, occupied with at least 15 kids, he snatched one of the prepared cones off of his cart. “Hmm, I love cherry,” he said as he walked along, licking the sweet ice. He finished it, and tossed the cone on the ground. “Boy, that hit the spot”, he grinned. Then, his face turned into a frown as he realized the obvious: “This gig isn’t getting my ass anywhere!” he said out loud.
Duo was right; it wasn’t getting him anywhere. Most of the women were wives of blue-collar workers, so they most they can really give him were maybe a hundred tops. And that was after they might have saved for a little while. Some of the husbands were possessive, and held the purse strings; from those women, he was lucky to even get a twenty. The woman whose home he was run out of was his best customer, looked the best, and his only means to pay his rent. Since she was one of the few of his “clients” that actually worked, and her shift was opposite her hubby’s, she was actually able to give him a couple of hundred dollars a pop. “Well, I guess my ass is gonna be staying in a shelter for awhile,” he sighed. Although he was old enough to work a legit job, the only thing they have available for teens nowadays were fast-food places. And the thought of working 10-12 hour days only to get paid less than $200 bucks a week was not an option.
He passed a newspaper stand. He had some change, so he bought today’s paper. He snuck around the back and stole a girlie magazine from the pile next to the stand. He walked off into an alley to find a place to sit. He read the news. He always said that the world was always fucked up as it is. Then he picked up the girlie magazine. “Nice ones in here this month.” he grinned. He was flipping through the pages when he came upon—a want ad? There was actually a want ad section in the back of an adult magazine. “Now that’s crazy; who would’ve thought? Must be to star in porn or something.” Then he found something that caught his eye:
Help wanted at an extensive resort. Prefer attractive men/women between the ages of 18-35, and in excellent health. Must be willing to sign a contract for 2 years, and have your outside business in order when you come to apply. Call 555-5878 for more info if interested.
“Wow, now that sounds good. I bet they pay big-time, too! Gotta be, if you’re working at a resort!” Duo grinned.