The end for Simon

The streets were mostly empty as Simon skulked through the peasant's quarter towards the tavern. He kept his hood up, doing his best not to be noticed and yet, when he arrived to find only a handful of local drunks scattered around the room his heart sank, his desire for anonymity immediately forgotten.

He ordered an ale and found a seat, drawn inexorably towards the familiar booth which happened to be unoccupied. While there were no signs of the debauchery that had occurred there all those weeks ago, Simon's memories were ignited as he sat down and took a swig of ale. Everywhere he looked brought back flashes of that night, the sights, the sounds, the smells... the sensations. Simon lost himself in his memories, accepting several refills and drinking them down absent mindedly as his erection throbbed within the confines of his trousers. He had disassociated so far from reality that it was a shock when he heard a gruff voice addressing him.

"Ya right there lad?" asked the voice which belonged to a very large, hairy and rather unkempt looking man. As Simon's eyes refocused he continued. "Lookin a bit lost ya are... sure yer in the right place?"

Simon nodded up at the man whose strong, gruff demeanour caused him to break eye contact and lower his gaze. Unfortunately for Simon, his gaze was drawn towards the man's crotch where, nestled behind a rather damp looking stain on his filthy pants, was a very obvious bulge.

Again the big man's deep voice broke the silence, "Like what you see lad?" he asked with a chuckle, his large hand reaching down to grab at his crotch, finally tearing Simon's eyes from it. How long had he been staring?

"Nothing ta be ashamed of lad... I can see yer innerested." the man continued, his lips parting slightly as they formed a leering grin. "Was a young lass 'ere a while back... was none ashamed at all she was. Loved it she did."

As realisation struck Simon that this was one of the men from that fateful night, his gaze slipped once more. He watched, stunned as the man unbuttoned his trousers and released his cock, the thick, half-hard member flopping out heavily and seeming to point demandingly at Simon. The sight mesmerised him, the scent had him parting his lips and that was all the encouragement the burly man needed. Simon's mouth opened as the thick cock came closer and closer, until it pressed past his lips and into his **** mouth. The man let out a grunt of satisfaction, his big hand coming to rest on Simon's head, and that was when the young man lost himself completely.

Simon didn't even hear when the big man whose cock he was now fervently sucking called out across the bar, alerting his fellow drunks that they had "another one" on the go. He was oblivious as several men crowded around his booth and began to paw at him and stroke their engorged members, eagerly awaiting their turn. And there was no way he could have seen the diminutive, hooded figure rise from their seat on the other side of the room, her cackle lost in the cacophony of grunts and cruel, demeaning jibes that assaulted Simon's ears.

The witch's cackling laughter grew louder as she stepped out into the street, pausing to glance and shake her head at the spot where she had been so rudely knocked over by the young man inside. The young man who right now was having his clothes torn from him and his body violated by the lowest thugs in town. The young man who was loving every minute of it.