I've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth and take off your pants

"Come on come on where are you?" Patrick nervously asked himself, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel,

"Damn it! Where the fuck is he?"

He continued driving down the isolated street, the last place any of his friends or family would expect, at least until he met Pete. Pete Wentz. Every time he heard that name his ears rang. After all he’s the one who introduced him to the most wonderful but the equally the most excruciating and horrible thing he had ever experienced. Heroin.

"One hit wouldn’t hurt," was what he kept telling him, "come on, one more" until their roles were reversed and Patrick was the one asking for more. Patrick had been able to keep his problem a secret for a little while until his parents eventually found him shooting up in the bathroom. After many fights with them, he was kicked out.

His friends tried to help. Joe's cure to everything was pot and it helped at first, but not for long. Andy eventually stepped in and almost did get him clean. But every time he was close to beating the drug, Pete, who had an uncanny ability to pop up mysteriously at the worst possible moments, was always there whispering in his ear. After trying to get clean for the last couple of weeks the withdrawals had become too much for him to bear and it led him back to Pete.

As Patrick turned the corner, he saw Pete leaning against one of the local drug stores talking to a smaller boy that couldn’t have been older then nineteen. He stumbled out of his car as quickly as possible.

"Hey Trick," Pete said with a huge grin on his face, "Haven’t seen you in weeks!"

"I need it," Patrick said, struggling to keep his balance.

Pete's smile just got bigger. "And what would that be?"

"You know what!"

"Oh that!" Pete took a small plastic bag filled with white dust out of his pocket and handed it to the other boy who looked just as desperate as Patrick. "Here you go Ryan. You and Brendon don’t use it all at once!''

Ryan grabbed the bag and walked away in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. "Cute kid, he and his boyfriend are long time customers." Pete said, almost as if he owned a company of some sort, "Anyway where were we?"

Patrick’s anger began to grow as Pete continued to taunt him. "Pete I need it.''

"Oh yeah! That! Sorry babe, my mind has just been everywhere today. Follow me to my office, Mr. Stump," he said, leading him into a nearby alley, "How much you got?"

Shit, Patrick thought, nervously digging into his pockets looking for some form of money.

"Uhh, how much can this get me?" he asked holding up two dollars.

"A burger...ten years ago!" Pete scoffed, "Listen Trick, I’m trying to run a legitimate business here. Now that’s just insulting!"

"Pete please!" Patrick cried, grabbing on to the sleeve of Pete’s hoodie, half begging and half struggling to stand, "I promise to pay you, just this once. I...I'll come back tomorrow an-and I’ll pay double, I swear!"

"Sorry, I just can’t!" Pete answered. "You’re my friend, but my customer first."

They both sunk to the ground with Patrick sobbing into Pete’s chest, "Please...I pr-promise...just one hit!"

"I’m sorry Patrick," he said almost robotically.

"I’ll do anything...anything you want! Just give me enough for the night, please."

"Anything?" Pete repeated as a devilish grin formed on his face, "Come! Stand up and stop crying I think we can work something out." He pulled Patrick up and started wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Pete smiled and pushed him against the cold brick wall, "We're gonna have a little fun.''

Patrick's P.O.V

Before I knew what I was agreeing to, he thrust his tongue into my mouth, hands roaming every inch of me, and then pulled away with a smile, "Turn around and take off your pants."

"Pete I don’t think..."

"Shh. You want the drugs right?"

I didn’t know what to say. All I could say was "yes" and do whatever he said. I quickly undid my pants as he undid his and turned around. He stepped closer and pushed me harder against the red wall. I held my breath as he slid his hands all over my hips. My heart began to race as he started kissing me lightly in the back of my neck while he rubbed his growing erection into the back of my legs.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this! I’m fucking eighteen! Barely out of high school. I’m supposed to be in college, getting a pretty girlfriend, having fights with my roommate about who’s paying rent, not letting some guy fuck me in a alley for heroin.

"You’re gonna enjoy this!" I jumped when I heard his voice, making him laugh.

"Don’t be scared," he whispered again, "Suck!" he said, pushing two of his fingers into my mouth. God he tasted like fried chicken and rubbing alcohol, but I continued to do what he said unsure of what he was doing. He finally took his fingers out of my mouth, leaving an aftertaste that would probably last a few days. I closed my eyes, dreading his next move, until I felt him push one of them into my opening.

"Pete! Fuck!" I screamed.

"Shut up!" he said, putting a second finger in causing me to scream again.

"Fuck, I swear to God Trick, if you get us caught!"

If I get us caught, this was your fucking idea you bastard. A huge sigh of relief came over me when finally pulled his fingers out.

"Ready or not babe!" he laughed and thrust himself into me, causing me to shout even louder then before.

"Pete p-please!"

"Just relax it'll get better." he moaned, thrusting in and out harder and harder.

I felt like my entire body had been engulfed in flames. I had never felt something this unbearable in my entire life but I was in too much pain to scream for help. The more he pushed into me, the more I wished I was dead. It felt like somebody was ripping me apart from the inside of my stomach.

"You’re so fucking tight...come on...shit" he groaned into my neck, slamming me harder and harder into the wall.

"P-pete, please it...it hurts!" I continued to cry in between each painful thrust.

"Shut the fuck up...before I do something worse!"

I don’t know what could be worse then this, but I tried to be as quiet as possible. I closed my eyes and dug my nails into the bricks on the wall I was being slammed into, while tears poured down my cheeks. He just continued on and on until I became numb to everything except the pain. My vision was blurred and my voice couldn’t make any noise except for strangled groans, which Pete seemed to mistake for pleasure.

"Ohh...god...yes!!!" he moaned out when he came. My voice finally came back to me when I screamed at the hot liquid that filled me and stung my insides. When he finally pulled out of me, I collapsed, laying face down on the ground and unaware of where Pete was. I looked down to my legs seeing that they were not only covered in Pete's cum but streams of blood mixed with it flowing down my thighs.

"Pete," was all I could manage to say, "Pete!" I continued to croak out his name until I saw his dark figure standing over me laughing.

"Don’t worry, I'll hold up my end of the deal." He kneeled down and turned me over onto my back, which hurt like hell, and wrapped a belt around my forearm. As soon as I saw the needle, I smiled for the first time that night.

"See, I would never break a promise," he said while feeling for a vein to insert the needle in, "You were a pretty good fuck babe!" I let out a huge breath when the needle finally made contact with my skin and the warmness of
the drug filled my body.

''Next time though," Pete stood up and tossed a pair of boxers at me, "I won’t be as kind when you forget the money."

After a few moments of silence he walked back over to me and knelt down by my ear, "And if you ever tell anybody about this..." I closed my eyes, trying to push the tears back, "I will devote the rest of my life to making yours complete and total hell."

I stayed motionless on the ground unable to move after he had left. Not knowing where to go, I drifted off to sleep in the cold, dark alley.

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