Caged
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Category:
1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
33,614
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Caged
Author: C.Roxane
roxyfic.tripod.com
Written: 03/02
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of TFatF, I do
however own this story and all the original characters in
it. You may read it, enjoy it, save it to pc, but you may
not copy it, print it and sell it, or re-post it anywhere.
M/M (NC-17) Warning: Violence, Language, Sex,
Non-consensual, Politically Incorrect, Offensive, Etc.
I am re-posting my old slash stories. They were here for
several years and then were purged during one of AFFs
‘situations’. I decided at that time not to re-post them
(you have no idea how much crap I’ve had to deal with in
regards to these stories!) until I could find a way of
doing it securely. I had hoped the stories would just be
forgotten. Recently, it came to my attention that a
“person” had uploaded them to the open web, where
absolutely any kid could easily read them. I tried many,
many times to get this bitch to remove my stories. She,
however, is of the opinion that once an author posts their
work to the web, that the author no longer has any rights
to those stories – that people like her (with no talent of
their own) can do whatever they want with them. I
strongly disagree. I would also hope that any
appreciative fanfiction reader would also disagree with
her. It was because of people like this lying, stealing,
manipulative bitch, that I stopped posting my fiction to
the web. It now remains safely on my hard drive.
I am hoping that anyone who does a Google search on my
name and finds any of these slash stories that are now
posted on AFF would take a moment and drop an email to the
“person” :: cough :: Christy :: cough :: who is
stealing my stories and let her know exactly what you
think of her harassing and disrespecting a fanfiction
author.
Anyway, enough of my ranting and thank you for letting me
vent :) I hope you enjoy my old, old, story.
Caged - 1 - Brian
Brian walked across the yard.
He could feel the eyes on him--hostile eyes--hateful eyes--hungry eyes.
He looked up at the walls. He looked at the doors. He looked at the guards and watched with resignation as they turned their backs. He could expect no aid from them.
Indeed he had been on the receiving end of several smirks--from the guards.
He was dead meat. They knew it. He knew it. They knew he knew it.
Christ, he was a cop, or used to be, so of course he knew what kind of reception he would be getting behind the stone walls and iron bars of Rumsford Correctional Institution.
It was a warm spring day, which was unfortunate for Brian. The sun was shone brightly. It gilded his golden hair and called even more attention to him--if that were possible. He walked easily. His long strides sure and confident. He ignored the convicts, who had stopped whatever they had been doing and were now making no secret of watching him.
The silence of the yard foretold violence soon to come.
He was scared, but he knew to show it would be fatal. He headed across the yard, pretending to have a destination in mind. Looking neither right nor left he kept his vision focused on a bench that sat under a small tree.
He didn't make it.
Several large forms appeared in his path. He never paused, just angled his steps to bypass them. They sidestepped to block him once again.
He stopped and looked them over. Three large men stood shoulder to shoulder to shoulder forming a wall of muscle that prevented him from moving forward. He slid his eyes to the side and caught a shadow closing in on him from behind. No escape that way either.
"I don't want any trouble," Brian said in his husky voice as he looked at the tall man in the center.
"Trouble?" the short one on the right laughed. He revealed crooked, tobacco stained teeth. "You're not gonna be any trouble at all, are you Sweetie?" His short, uneven beard couldn't hide the way his mouth twisted into a leer.
Brian breathed deeply--preparing. He turned slightly as he risked a quick peek behind him. He was surrounded. There were six of them.
"Don't bother lookin' for help, Mary Sue," the tall, red nosed man in the center spoke. "Ain't no one cares about ya' here." He smiled as he hitched his prison issue denim pants up around his thin hips. "Ceptin' us o'course." He thrust his groin forward and used his big hand to rub suggestively at the bulge beneath the thin blue material. "Screws say you a cop that went bad. Turned on your brothers." Brian felt the circle closing in on him. "They ain't gonna' help you. In fact," the tall man leaned forward conspiratorially, "they raffled your ass off." Red-nose took a step closer. "Guess who won?"
Brian swung and the big red nose got a lot redder as his fist made contact with it in a spray of blood.
They were on him then. Five of them trying to bring him down as their leader moaned in pain with his broken nose.
Brian used his long reach to its best advantage. He was a good fighter--smart, skilled and utterly ruthless. He held them off for a long time, but the odds were stacked against him. He felt a blow to his ribs crack the bones. An elbow to his jaw made him see stars and stagger. A kick to his knee almost took him down, but he managed to fight free.
He stood there panting in fear and rage and horror as they moved toward him. He gritted his teeth and stood ready to fight to the end and he would have too--if two heavily muscled arms hadn't wrapped around him from behind.
He struggled but his arms were pinned against his aching ribs. He tried to kick backwards, but the man behind him lifted him off the ground and tightened his grip until Brian nearly passed out.
"Relax, Brian," said a deep, gravelly, familiar, voice in his ear.
Brian went limp. His neck arched backwards as his head rested on the massive shoulder of his captor.
,
roxyfic.tripod.com
Written: 03/02
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of TFatF, I do
however own this story and all the original characters in
it. You may read it, enjoy it, save it to pc, but you may
not copy it, print it and sell it, or re-post it anywhere.
M/M (NC-17) Warning: Violence, Language, Sex,
Non-consensual, Politically Incorrect, Offensive, Etc.
I am re-posting my old slash stories. They were here for
several years and then were purged during one of AFFs
‘situations’. I decided at that time not to re-post them
(you have no idea how much crap I’ve had to deal with in
regards to these stories!) until I could find a way of
doing it securely. I had hoped the stories would just be
forgotten. Recently, it came to my attention that a
“person” had uploaded them to the open web, where
absolutely any kid could easily read them. I tried many,
many times to get this bitch to remove my stories. She,
however, is of the opinion that once an author posts their
work to the web, that the author no longer has any rights
to those stories – that people like her (with no talent of
their own) can do whatever they want with them. I
strongly disagree. I would also hope that any
appreciative fanfiction reader would also disagree with
her. It was because of people like this lying, stealing,
manipulative bitch, that I stopped posting my fiction to
the web. It now remains safely on my hard drive.
I am hoping that anyone who does a Google search on my
name and finds any of these slash stories that are now
posted on AFF would take a moment and drop an email to the
“person” :: cough :: Christy :: cough :: who is
stealing my stories and let her know exactly what you
think of her harassing and disrespecting a fanfiction
author.
Anyway, enough of my ranting and thank you for letting me
vent :) I hope you enjoy my old, old, story.
Caged - 1 - Brian
Brian walked across the yard.
He could feel the eyes on him--hostile eyes--hateful eyes--hungry eyes.
He looked up at the walls. He looked at the doors. He looked at the guards and watched with resignation as they turned their backs. He could expect no aid from them.
Indeed he had been on the receiving end of several smirks--from the guards.
He was dead meat. They knew it. He knew it. They knew he knew it.
Christ, he was a cop, or used to be, so of course he knew what kind of reception he would be getting behind the stone walls and iron bars of Rumsford Correctional Institution.
It was a warm spring day, which was unfortunate for Brian. The sun was shone brightly. It gilded his golden hair and called even more attention to him--if that were possible. He walked easily. His long strides sure and confident. He ignored the convicts, who had stopped whatever they had been doing and were now making no secret of watching him.
The silence of the yard foretold violence soon to come.
He was scared, but he knew to show it would be fatal. He headed across the yard, pretending to have a destination in mind. Looking neither right nor left he kept his vision focused on a bench that sat under a small tree.
He didn't make it.
Several large forms appeared in his path. He never paused, just angled his steps to bypass them. They sidestepped to block him once again.
He stopped and looked them over. Three large men stood shoulder to shoulder to shoulder forming a wall of muscle that prevented him from moving forward. He slid his eyes to the side and caught a shadow closing in on him from behind. No escape that way either.
"I don't want any trouble," Brian said in his husky voice as he looked at the tall man in the center.
"Trouble?" the short one on the right laughed. He revealed crooked, tobacco stained teeth. "You're not gonna be any trouble at all, are you Sweetie?" His short, uneven beard couldn't hide the way his mouth twisted into a leer.
Brian breathed deeply--preparing. He turned slightly as he risked a quick peek behind him. He was surrounded. There were six of them.
"Don't bother lookin' for help, Mary Sue," the tall, red nosed man in the center spoke. "Ain't no one cares about ya' here." He smiled as he hitched his prison issue denim pants up around his thin hips. "Ceptin' us o'course." He thrust his groin forward and used his big hand to rub suggestively at the bulge beneath the thin blue material. "Screws say you a cop that went bad. Turned on your brothers." Brian felt the circle closing in on him. "They ain't gonna' help you. In fact," the tall man leaned forward conspiratorially, "they raffled your ass off." Red-nose took a step closer. "Guess who won?"
Brian swung and the big red nose got a lot redder as his fist made contact with it in a spray of blood.
They were on him then. Five of them trying to bring him down as their leader moaned in pain with his broken nose.
Brian used his long reach to its best advantage. He was a good fighter--smart, skilled and utterly ruthless. He held them off for a long time, but the odds were stacked against him. He felt a blow to his ribs crack the bones. An elbow to his jaw made him see stars and stagger. A kick to his knee almost took him down, but he managed to fight free.
He stood there panting in fear and rage and horror as they moved toward him. He gritted his teeth and stood ready to fight to the end and he would have too--if two heavily muscled arms hadn't wrapped around him from behind.
He struggled but his arms were pinned against his aching ribs. He tried to kick backwards, but the man behind him lifted him off the ground and tightened his grip until Brian nearly passed out.
"Relax, Brian," said a deep, gravelly, familiar, voice in his ear.
Brian went limp. His neck arched backwards as his head rested on the massive shoulder of his captor.
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