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Posted on 2007.03.27 at 18:34
Current Mood: distresseddistressed
Title: Bruised and Broken
Author:  hannahdevine 
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mat/Jon
Disclaimer: ******I don't own Kill Hannah or any of its memembers. I don't know them either. This is fiction for the entertainment purposes only.  This is FAKE. None of this happened, and if it did... I would probably cry.  It's just a product of my overactive imagination, I have too much time on my hands.
This chapter contains forced bondage, as well as nudity. The chapters following get worse, so if you get squeamish, I'd stop here.  I am also not responsible for underage readers. Please respect the rating, the warning, and any laws your state or country may have set in regards to erotica and the like.
Mat and Jonny are kidnapped and the future becomes uncertain for them... 


Jon awoke, naked and with a splitting headache, not to mention thirsty and disoriented. He didn't know where the fuck he was at first. Taking in his surroundings, the dingy interior of the back of the van in the dim lighting made everything suddenly come rushing back.

His whole body ached from lying on the cold, dirty floor of the vehicle. He tried to sit up but realized something that felt like cold metal around his ankles prevented him from moving in any direction. Handcuffs pinned his hands behind his back as well.

Mat was lying on the floor next to him, also naked and bound by handcuffs. Jon wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, but he couldn't.

Other than the two of them, the van was completely empty. "Mat, baby..." Jon called out softly. "Mat, wake up. Are you okay?"

Mat's eyelids fluttered open, and he took in Jon and their situation. He let out a small gasp when he realized he couldn't move. "Jonny, where are we? What's going on?" he asked calmly, but his eyes screamed fear. Jon felt so guilty, knowing it was all his fault and hating himself for getting Mat into this.

"We've been kidnapped,” Jon answered, “and I think they drugged us. I don't know where we are, though."

Tears trickled down Mat's face. "What are they going to do to us?" he cried.

Jon wanted to be as gentle with Mat as he could and spare the singer what little details he had already heard them discuss before he was drugged. He remembered them talking about selling them, but he didn't know if was just said to scare him into cooperating with their demands. Either way, he was not going to tell Mat what had been said. "I don't know, baby. I just don't know," he lied gently.

Mat began to cry softly, and Jon’s arms ached with the desire to grab him and tell him it would all be okay. Yet he couldn't do anything; his words were all he had and they weren't doing much good at all right now.

"It hurts, Jonny," Mat whined tearfully, trying to shift around to make himself a little more comfortable. Jon nodded, knowing the hard floor of the van was probably torture for Mat’s tender body.

"I know it is, Matti, but it probably won't last that much longer. They probably just think that we have a lot of money since we're in a band. Maybe they’re trying to get ransom or something for us."

"But we don’t have a lot of money, Jonny," Mat told him, his voice reaching a whole new octave with worry. "Everything we have goes to promoting the band."

Jon swallowed hard, knowing Mat was right. The only thing of value he had was his car and he was still making payments on that. Hopefully, they didn’t want much money, if it was a ransom situation. And maybe they wouldn’t kill them when they couldn't get what they were hoping for.

Just then, laughter was heard outside and the back door of the van was thrown open. "Well, look who’s awake, Ritchie!" Hannah cried, jumping into the van and plopping down in between the two frightened men.

Ritchie just waved his hand and dismissed Hannah's comment. "Do you want to inspect them or should I?" he asked.

"What is there to inspect? They look perfect,” she answered him. “We'll make a fortune off these two pretty boys!”

"Just need to make sure they aren't disfigured in any way or anything. It was dark when you undressed them and shackled them down,” Ritchie explained. “You know the usual. If we can't make money off of them, we'll have to dump them here before we move on."

"I know, I know! We'll do it one at time,” Hannah replied with a sigh. “Get Charlie up here to hold them down so I can undo the shackles and roll them over."

"I'm right here! I'm coming, Hannah!" The big man who had drugged Jonny the night before appeared beside Ritchie, panting and a little sweaty.

He climbed up into the back of the van and motioned for Hannah to scoot out of the way. "Let's get this one first," he said, pointing to Mat. "The other one causes me too much trouble.”

Ritchie laughed. "Do what you have to do. Like I care.”

Hannah undid the shackles at Mat's feet, then unlocked his handcuffs. Charlie rolled him over quickly unto his back, and Mat cried out as a loose piece of metal scraped the back of his leg. Charlie laughed. "Wow, this one is a crybaby. Someone’s going to have fun with him."

"Just shut up and do your job! Charlie, drag him out here,” Ritchie ordered. “Not that you really have to drag, he looks like he doesn't even weigh a hundred pounds,” he added with a chuckle.

Charlie laughed stupidly. He reached under Mat's arms and pulled him into a sitting position before lifting the small man into his arms and began making his way out of the van with him.

Once outside, he sat Mat on the ground and Ritchie ordered him to stand up. The frightened man scrambled to get to his feet as fast as he could.

Ritchie came around behind Mat, reaching out and grabbing a clump of his hair and jerking his head back. "If you even think of running, pretty boy, I will break your neck," he spat into Mat's ear. "Do you understand me?"

Mat nodded his head frantically, too afraid to speak.

Charlie seized his shoulders. “Yeah pretty boy, don’t run or you’ll get hurt,” he repeated laughing.

Ritchie rolled his eyes at Charlie and released Mat’s hair, walking around to face him. He grabbed the terrified man’s chin, yanking his head from side to side. He then lifted each of Mat’s arms and looked them over.

Mat felt his eyes bore into him as Ritchie examined every inch of his body. Finally, the very thing he had been dreading occurred as the man drew his attention to the most private parts of Mat’s frail body. His calloused hands jerked the singer’s cock up and examined it closely before focusing his attention on his balls, handling them just as harshly.

He then ordered Mat to turn around and bend over, an order to which he quickly complied. Ritchie's rough hand ran over his ass and spread his cheeks open, grunting as he forced his hand between Mat’s legs, finding where his balls hung and giving them a hard squeeze. Mat had never felt so violated and humiliated in all of his life, and tears ran down his face.

"This one is just fine," Ritchie announced as he grabbed Mat’s hair and jerked him into a standing position once again.

Hannah sauntered over and gently tilted his head back. She then placed a black leather dog collar, with a huge ring affixed to the front of it, around his neck. "I knew you'd be just fine. After all, you're just so pretty." She reached down and ran her thumb over the head of his cock. Despite the horrible situation, he felt himself harden at her touch and he hated himself for it. She laughed and promised him that maybe if he was good they would play later. She attached a heavy chain to the collar around his neck and led him back towards the van.

Jon hadn't seen anything they did to Mat, so he had no clue what to expect when Charlie climbed up in the van. "We should just drag this one out, he is going to give us problems, Ritchie, I can promise you."

"Fine, get up there at his head." Ritchie said as he undid the part connecting the shackles to the floor of the van. He didn't remove the shackles around Jon’s ankles, however, instead choosing to get up and unlock the handcuffs around his arms. Then he wrenched his arms above his head, where he cuffed them again. "Okay. Charlie, roll him over."

Charlie did as he was told, rolling Jon over unto his back. Then, just as he had with Mat, he pulled the guitarist into a sitting position.

Ritchie got annoyed at how long it was taking, and pulled the man forward roughly, lifting his small thin form into his arms. He dumped Jon onto the ground and glared down at him. "I'm not taking those shackles off your feet because I don't think you will cooperate like your little friend over there did,” he told Jon coldly. “Once you’re standing, you'll have enough room with the chain between the shackles to do everything I tell you to do. The only thing you won't be able to do is run. Got it?”

Jon nodded.

“Now get your ass up off the ground,” Ritchie snapped.

Jon turned himself around, placing his hands on the ground in front of him and using them to pull himself up as quickly as he could.

Ritchie stepped forward and began to examine him quite the same way he did Mat. Jon tried to pretend it wasn't happening, especially when the man drew his attention to his private area. "What the fuck?" Ritchie asked with a laugh. "Hey, Charlie, I ain't seen this in a long time. This one hasn't been circumcised!"

Charlie laughed and clapped his hands. "Surprises, surprises. Do you think we should leave it for them to take care of?”

Jon couldn’t stop a small sound from escaping him as Ritchie reached down and jerked his foreskin up to expose the head of his cock, cringing as the man ran a calloused finger over it. "Shit, maybe we should just do it ourselves. Do you think they’d give us as much money for him?" he demanded, looking up at Charlie.

Jon wanted to cry; he couldn't believe what he was hearing. They were talking about making a decision for him that even his own parents had left up to him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Well, whatever you think is best, Ritchie," Charlie said, reaching into his back pocket; he produced his knife and flipped it open. "But we may get more money out of him by leaving him the way he is and letting them choose."

Ritchie grunted while he thought about it. He released Jon’s foreskin and went on to examining his balls every bit as roughly as he had Mat's.

"Turn around and bend over!" he ordered. When Jon hesitated, he threatened, "Or I'll get that knife from Charlie and circumcise you myself. And I might not be able to stop the cutting once I get started.”

Jon gasped and promptly did as he was told. He felt Ritchie's hands spread his ass cheeks. "This one is fine. Now stand up straight so Hannah can collar you," he commanded, dismissing him.

Jon felt a wave of relief wash over him when the man was finished and Hannah strolled over with a collar identical to the one Mat now wore.

She winked at him and began placing the collar around his neck. "See, you can be a good boy when you want to be.” Tightening the buckle so that it fit him snugly, she added, “I knew you could do it.” She then patted his cheek, making him feel even more humiliated.

Hannah even went as far to ruffle his hair before she looked down at his cock with a frown. "But, sweetie, if you were my man,” she told him, “you'd have to be cut. Charlie would have been doing you a favor." She laughed and hooked a chain through the ring on his collar before leading him over to stand beside Mat.

Mat reached out for him, and Jon quickly fell into his waiting arms before they could stop him. When he risked a peek at the trio, it appeared that they weren’t even paying attention anyway. He rested his head against his lover's chest as Mat held him close and kissed his hair. Both of them cried.

"Matti, I'm so sorry," Jon said in between silent sobs. "I’m so sorry; this is all my fault."

Mat shook his head, shushing him softly. "You didn't know. It‘s okay, love, don‘t worry."

Jon continued to let Mat kiss his hair and stroke his back. "I love you so much, Matti."

"I love you too Jonny, so much," he answered.

Ritchie approached them with a couple of bottles of water. "Okay, break up the love fest; it’s making me sick." He handed the bottles to Mat. "You can help him drink this, because those handcuffs are staying.”

Mat took the bottles and helped Jon sit down on the grass. Sitting down beside him, he opened a bottle of water, which he placed to Jonny's lips and held in place while the other man eagerly drank. After Jon finished off most of the first bottle, Mat opened the second one and drank some of it himself.

Finally, he pulled the bottle from his lips and set it on the ground. Then he reached out again, pulling Jon into his arms. Holding the younger man against his chest, Mat wondered silently what was going to happen to them.

Chapter 3 coming soon enough...

***Okay...runs and hides under something too heavy to be moved...***


killhannahx3 at 2007-03-28 23:09 (UTC) (Link)
Whah, i want chapter 3!
Hannah Devine
hannahdevine at 2007-03-28 23:26 (UTC) (Link)
awww Pandora is editing it right now so it should be up as soon as I get back from her. If you want to read it unedited let me know and I can give it to you.
killhannahx3 at 2007-03-29 02:15 (UTC) (Link)

nah, i think i'll wait though...
Hannah Devine
hannahdevine at 2007-03-29 05:40 (UTC) (Link)
okay sure no problem. I hope it will be worth the wait for you. Do you have myspace, if so add me sometime. www.myspace.com/daisyrain13.
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