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How to save you (Astra and Tristen)
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Jul 31, 2016 12:08PM
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How to Save You
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I play Guy A, we PM any sexual content, you must be okay with talking about graphic things like abuse and the like.
Guy A has had a really hard life and at only 15 he became part of an escort service. It has been two years since he started and it is nothing like what he had hoped. The people in charge treat the boys just as bad as a regular pimp, it just seems nicer to everyone else.
Guy B first went into the military for a few years and then became a cop. He is not out to anyone around him, but he does go to gay bars every once and a while.
One night, while guy B is out at the gay bar, he is approached by the owner of the service and offered a date with any of the boys he wanted. Guy B thinks of the opportunity as a way to go undercover, but deeper inside, he wanted to not be so lonely. Once Guy B picks Guy A to take out, he begins to fall for the fragile boy and no longer wants to arrest the young man. He just wants to care for the boy and take him away from the place he is in. Guy A is too scared to go with Guy B and runs out. Guy A returns to his boss, but has not gotten the money, so he hurt. His boss goes too far overboard and puts Guy A into the hospital.
Will Guy B get Guy A to testify against his boss? Will Guy A be safe with Guy B?
However detailed you want. All I really need are the basics to go off of, since we already have the prompt, you know?
Jesse Graft
Age: 17
Personality: Unlike most of the others in his field, the trauma Jesse has experienced hasn't hardened him. He is still shy and very loving to most people. Though, he can "space out" at times when he feels scared and simply retreats in his mind to a better place. He is jumpy and easily scared.
Past: Jesse originally ran away when he was turning 15. His father was incredibly abusive and he only stayed to protect his mother. When she died in a car crash, he packed his bags and left. A man offered him a job and said he would be taken care of, of course this was a lie, but by the time Jesse realized it, it was too late.
Astra wrote: "can appearance be art?"Yeah, sure!
Name: Timothy "Tim" Hunterage: 26
appearance: http://orig03.deviantart.net/12c1/f/2...
Personality: serious but easy-going young man in his mid-20s. He’s in a way the perfect big brother : the nicest, most popular hunk in college, only 5 times as gifted, 5 times as cool, 5 times as smart – and 10 times as dedicated.
He will approach everything with the confidence born of amazing talent and incredible training. Yet he manages to never seem pretentious in the slightest, always caring for others and being genuinely attentive.
At times, a casual observer might think his Motivation is Thrill of Adventure
However, what actually makes him tick is a deep, burning desire to make the world a better, safer place where justice actually exists.
He has faced so much danger and monstrous opponents straight from a nightmare since his early teens that he seem to be fearless and take physical pain in stride without much of a shock. To him it’s a mere part of his job, and he can actually defy physical or mental torture with a smile.
Even when badly hurt, he’ll still act in a stalwart and generous way, saving innocents and bearing little grudge. Likewise, although his life has been a terrifying emotional grinder, he’s outgoing, gentle and well-adjusted.
(( Maybe you could start with him being approached by the owner and picking out a guy?))
Tim sat at the bar, staring into his full glass. the ladies man, best cop in the squad, and here he was. He had never felt particularly attached to women, they were just people to him. but men were different. that's why he came to bars like this, searching for someone special. or maybe it was just seeing people in situations like he had been.the owner walked over to Tim. "I've seen you around here before. you're a regular. maybe you'd like a date with one of the boys. Any one you want"
"Sure" Tim said almost immediately. this was a chance to go undercover and unearth the truth. protect others in the future.
Tim followed the owner, to see his options. he felt a pang of sadness that he hid well.
Jackson, the man in charge of keeping the boys in check, yelled at them to get in the line up. Jesse knew; someone was coming for them. He got in the line up like everyone else, but he wore more clothing than the others. His layers of clothes covered the scars he had gotten over the years, but it didn't cover the bruises on his neck where someone had been choking him. It was a cold room and they all stood against the wall, waiting to be examined like a piece of fruit at the grocery store. Jesse shivered as the man entered with his boss, their eyes locked as Jesse bit his bottom lip, be he quickly looked away.
(his clothing: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...))
Tim bit the inside of his cheek. he wanted to protect all of these boys and hurt everyone that had hurt him. but he couldn't, not yet. then one boy in particular drew his attention. the boy looked familiar, a lot like a friend Tim had had while in the military. a friend that had died in combat. pushing away the dark thoughts, Tim pointed to Jesse. "him"
Jackson grabbed Jesse tightly by his upper arm, jerking him forward towards Tim. Jesse did his best to hide his wince when Jackson grabbed him. He almost always had bruises from where Jackson would grab him. Jesse walked over to Tim, not looking him in the eyes; some guys didn't like that. When he reached the man, he reached his hand out to shake the man's hand, revealing his raw wrist from the shackles they sometimes used on him. Jesse never knew if he would rather stay or go with the customers. Staying there was terrible, but sometimes the customers could be worse.
'shackles' Tim thought coldly as he shook Jesse's hand gently, knowing the right movements so it wouldn't hurt Jesse. 'they're using shackles on these poor boys' Tim offered a kind, small smile. "I'm Tim" he said gently as he did a look over of all of Jesse"s visible wounds and categorizing them in his mind
Jesse gave a faint smile and nodded, "Hello Mr. Tim, I'm Jesse." He said the words he had been trained to say to the men who came to get them. He was careful to not look to closely at the man, as some of them didn't like that. The owner led them out of the place and onto the sidewalk where Jesse chewed his lip, wondering what they would be doing and what he would have to do.
Tim relaxed as soon as they were outside. He leaned on his car, pulling out a pack of candy sticks. He nibbled on these candy sticks as a way to keep him from smoking, after Jay had tried to get him hooked. "Do you want one? sugar free" He asked then sighed, setting the open box on his car hood. "you don't have to be formal or anything with me. Tim is fine"
Jesse looked nervously at the box and then at Tim, "No, it's- I'm good, thank you." He knew he was lying, they only fed the boys once a day and if you didn't get anything while you were working, that was all you got to eat. He didn't like eating food from the customers, he had been drugged that way one too many times. He stepped closer to Tim and took a deep breath, he felt like he could get closer to Tim, but he didn't want to let himself trust the man yet.
Tim shrugged. "Alright" He said, going over to the drivers side of his care. "Feel free to get in" Tim pulled out his wallet, keys and police badge, which he kept in his pocket while off duty, before getting in. he hoped maybe if Jesse saw his badge the poor boy would feel more comfortable around him.
Jesse opened the door and sat in the passenger seat , pulling his seat belt over him. As he clicked the seat belt in place, he saw the man's badge. A wash of fear fell over Jesse's face and he lost all color on his face. "Oh... I - Please don't arrest me I swear-" He took a deep panicked breath as he held the seat belt tightly.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm one of the good cops. I'm not going to arrest you" Tim said, referring to the term bad cop, good cop. He was still thinking about his deceased friend. Even in the silence as he started heading to his apartment. then he sighed. "I couldn't arrest you...."
Jesse relaxed a bit in his seat after the man said he wasn't going to arrest him, finally actually looking at the man. Tim was beautiful, breathtakingly so, actually. Jesse let a confused look come to his face with the last statement Tim said, "Why couldn't you arrest me? I mean, I don't want you to, but ... Why can't you?"
Tim decided to be honest. "I was in the military for a few years. I had a really good friend, fastest runner on the squad. we were bunk mates most of the time. then one day, he went on a mission I wasn't part of. there was only one survivor. he didn't make it... that friend looked a lot like you,"
Jesse looked down at the floor and frowned, "I'm really sorry about your friend. " He then set his hand on top of Tim's. He felt less nervous as he talked to Tim, but once they parked he felt all of his anxiety come back in full force.
Tim had been surprised by the physical contact from Jesse. then he parked in his parking space at his apartment. He grabbed his stuff and got out of his car. his apartment building was actually a higher end building. he walked insignia, heading for the elevator, expecting Jesse to follow
Jesse followed Tim quickly, looking around, but not too much. He has a slight limp which he had hidden early, but no longer felt the need to. The place was nice, nicer than most of the places men took him.
Tim waited for Jesse to get in the elevator before putting in his key for the penthouse floor. Tim was silent as the elevator went up to the penthouse level. The elevator opened right to his apartment and his went inside, dropping his stuff on the kitchen counter and throwing his jacket over the back of a chair. "There's food in the fridge, bathrooms first door on the right, and feel free to get comfortable." Tim walked to his study.
Jesse stood by the door, not moving either way, "Wait... " He stepped towards where Tim was going, "I'm sorry... usually ..." He wasn't sure exactly what to say, "Is there something you wanted me to do for you?"
"No," Tim said shaking his head. "Just take care of yourself." He was conserned for Jesse's health and would make sure to take care of the injuries he had seen later, but he had to take care of something first.
Jesse was confused by Tim's words, but he nodded anyways. He went to the kitchen and looked around. He grabbed a granola bar from the cabinet and ate small bites of it as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen.
Tim got on his computer and typed up an email that he sent to one of his brothers. He might need their help. Since, he wasn't the only one of the four with a dark past. Hopefully he could help Jesse, of course, he was ignoring the deeper feeling in his heart that was confusing him. He got up quickly, a bit frustrated and went to the bathroom and grabbed medical supplies before walking over to Jesse. He put everything on the counter.
Jesse swallowed the last bit of his bar and looked at the stuff Tim had sat on the counter, " What are those for?" He wasn't sure if Tim was playing some kind of game with him or if he was actually trying to help him. It was hard for Jesse to feel like anyone was doing something kind for no reason other than to be kind, he hadn't seen much of it in his life.
"I noticed the shackle marks on your wrists and the bruises on your neck. I also noticed how you flinched when your arm was grabbed. I'm going to apply some stuff to help with bruises and such." Tim explained, softly and kindly.
Jesse looked down to the ground when Tim mentioned the marks. He blushed a little as well, " You really don't need to... It's not that bad, it's just -" He looked back up at Tim, "It's just how ..."
"No, I will and am going to do what I can to ease your pain," Tim said. 'Because there was someone always there for me. Every cut cleaned and taken care of, of course, only to turn into scars' He thought.
Jesse nodded and and slowly took his flannel off, revealing a few cigarette burns and several more scars. He hesitated before taking off his shirt, knowing that's where most of his bruises are. "They look worse than they are, I promise." He then took his shirt off and let his head lower towards the ground, embaressed by just how many scars and bruises he had gotten.
Even having seen a similar thing so many times, it shocked Tim. he was upset with however had hurt Jesse and he was upset at himself because he wasn't good enough to stop this from happening. He started applying different ointments, depending on the injury, being gentle the entities time.
Jesse was surprised with how gentle Tim was being. He only even flinched once, which was not what Jesse was used to. As Tim worked, Jesse glanced over at the clock, had it already been an hour? He knew he would be in trouble if he was late again. "Thank you for... you know helping me out and everything. But, if you want me to do something for you, I need to do it soon because we only have an hour before I've got to get back. "
Tim thought carefully as he finished applying the ointments. "Don't go back. " he said, with a decisive tone. "I can help you hide and if you testify against those awful people then I can get them arrested, probably for life," Tim wanted to do everything in his power to help Jesse.
Jesse flinched as Tim mentioned staying, "I- I can't you don't understand... It's not really my choice and-" He was breathing heavily as he spoke, as the panic began to set in. "They'll know I'm here, we have gps monitors." He raised his arm to show him the black bracelet. We are too expensive to lose. He picked up his shirt and threw it on in a hurry, "You seem like a nice guy, but I can't" And with that he ran to the elevator and then from the building to the place they kept them.
Tim sighed, stressed and sad. he knew where and how the monitor could've been removed. but Jesse was too quick. gone in a Flash. Tim shivered remembering things he'd rather not. he would have to get help from all three of his brothers. if they would help him.
When Jesse got back to the place he was supposed to be, the owner and Jackson were not happy at all. The two of them screamed at him and began to attack him until he fell to the floor. Once he was on the floor, they kept kicking him over and over. He could hear his ribs crack as the kicks landed. Blood was coming out of his mouth and he felt like he couldn't breath. No, he really couldn't breath. As they kept kicking he felt himself drifting out of consciousness.
Tim had a long conversation with his brothers. In the end they decided Tim would hang back as back up and Richard would go in first in his vigilante garb better known as Red Hood. Jason was too young to risk so he stayed with Tim as for moral support and comfort, not that he wanted to be a comfort tool, but he was concerned about how Tim was pacing around so much because Tim was worried about Jesse.
The owner asked Jackson to take Jesse to the hospital after he didn't wake up for a few minutes. They had done this with him a couple of times before. They would just drop him off at the front door and then leave him there.
Red Hood was using tracker locators to find the place. He stopped on the roof of the building across the street. He was ready to jump in and attack but per Tim's request he waited to make sure his jumping in wouldn't hurt Jeese.Tim finally sat down with his laptop and pulled up all the street cameras in the city. He wanted to know every movement. Nothing would happen with out him knowing. Jason sat on the kitchen counter, glaring at Tim.
Jackson carried Jesse's unconscious body towards the car. Jesse was still bleeding from his mouth, but Jackson just tossed him in the passenger seat.
Red Hood jumped down from the rooftop, drawing his guns. It was rather hard to miss him, especially with how well known he had become in that past weeks. "Be careful" Tim's voice came from over the headset. Tim had seen Jesse being carried out to a car.
