Precious and fragile things

His head spinning he angrily stood up, he felt the darker haired man grab at his wrist but he tugged his arm out in protest, angrily stating that he was going for a cigarette before storming out of the tour bus.

It was pitch black outside as the curly haired boy began to walk, the only thing lighting his surroundings the burning end of his cigarette. It was remarkably cold outside and all he was wearing was a leather jacket, some leather trousers and a tight harness around him constricting him. Without a shirt it was pretty damn cold, but Martin hadn't originally planned on storming out in a huff.

He continued his small walk until he heard a wolf whistle from the right of him, "alright fag? Don't you think it's a bit late to be out now" one of the men remarked. Martin tried to ignore what he heard even though that word sent pain through him, he tried to keep walking but one of the men grabbed one of the rings attached to his metal harness dragging Martin over.

Martin looked absolutely pathetic compared to these three he barely came up to their shoulders and they were big and burly unlike Martin.

Martin tried to wriggle free but the man only tightened his grip. "So fag, you're going for the kinky outfit tonight rather than the pathetic little black dress, huh?" The man mocked and Martin just screwed his eyes shut trying to ignore the remark.

Martin knew that he stood no chance against these guys he was tiny, he couldn't fight them off. He reached into his back pocket retrieving his old leather wallet. "Here take it, keep it just leave me alone please" Martin begged hoping to solve the problem but the men only laughed at him.

"Oh that's not what we want" he remarked and Martin was left stunned and confused, he didn't understand? That was until he was forced onto his knees in front of one of the guys who proceeded to undo his zipper and reveal his dick to Martin. Tears welled in the innocent boy's eyes as he begged for anything but this but he was silenced by a harsh slap to the face.

The curly haired boy couldn't bring himself to move but one of the other guys forced his mouth open and soon enough he was gagging on the other man. Tears streamed down his face as he constantly hit the back of his throat.

Suddenly Martin felt one of the other guys sliding his icy cold hands all over him, starting at the top of his chest, and suddenly his hand was down Martins pants feeling around. The curly haired boy had never felt so disgusted and he couldn't stop it as the third man held his hands tightly in place.

The boy squirmed in place which only resulted in a sharp punch to his side. All he wanted was for this to end. The biggest man removed himself from Martins mouth and he assumed it was over letting out a slight sigh of relief before the guy chuckled, "you didn't think I'd go that easy on you did you?"

Martin let out a choked sob before he received a sharp blow to the face that he knew would result in bruising and blood.

One guy held him firmly in place by the metal ring attached to his outfit while the other removed his trousers.

The delicate boy shook with fear, begging them to take mercy on him but they would not listen. The first guy rubbed his hands all over the boy as he shook. Suddenly he was flipped over and without warning he felt the guy force into him with absolutely no preparation.

He screamed out at the pain and knew he was bleeding but there was nothing he could do to stop this torture. A hand gripped around his neck making him gasp for air that told him to shut up.

While the other two let their hands roam all over his once porcelain body the biggest man continued to pound into him until he groaned loudly.

Martin knew he was bleeding, badly. He was in worlds of pain he could swear that one of them broke some of his ribs. The men laughed at his suffering composure chucking his clothes at him and telling him to beat it.