Title: Town Trouble

It is one in the morning on Saturday night and town is alive and ecstatic with power-drinkers and nightclubbers. The managers are cramming them in at up to £15 a head in some places, and at over £3.50 per drink, there's money to be made in this industry. People on minimum wage will spend hundreds of pounds in one night as they trawl from club-to-club slowly getting hammered. The town's gay scene is electric tonight. Two new nightclubs have opened in the last month and have proved a hit with the gay and lesbian community. There's the Colony which caters for regular homosexual customers who want to meet, drink and take it easy. And there's the Havana where those into leather and rubber can mingle in their overpriced bondage gear without fuss. It is at the Colony where fifty-five year old Anthony is heading. The roads and pavements were wet as it had been raining earlier, and you could see streetlights and neon signs reflected in the puddles. It feels like walking through the explosion of an expensive firework in slow-motion. Vibrant colours twist and distort around Anthony as he walks towards town.

The sound of nightlife gradually gets louder. What started out as a barely-audible buzz of static has quickly become a roar of dance music, screaming and laughter. Anthony continues walking past the various establishments. He sees drunken hen-nighters stumbling down stairs and landing in a heap of broken high-heels and shattered mobile phones. One of the bouncers looked up a woman's skirt before helping her to her feet. Anthony glances at the entrance door of Juice nightclub and sees two black doormen staring at him. Suddenly, their attention is quickly diverted to a fight between two white gentlemen metres away. One of the men has a bag of coke in his pocket which splits from the grabbing and punching. The two men claw at each other's faces in a shower of white powder. Their girlfriends just look at each other and run off in seperate directions. Nobody will even remember why the fight started or who even won. Police cars and ambulances are approaching to impose at least some order on the devastation.

Anthony turns a corner and the tall, bright sign of the Colony is in view. Vibrant pink with deep yellow text. All the letters are working. He arrives at the Colony and heads down a few concrete steps where he is greeted by the doorman who recognises him. They both nod and smile at each other and Anthony walks inside. He hears the door close behind him. Inside, the place is dimly-lit and warm with a few people chatting to each other.

He raises his head and squints his eyes at the bar. There's only a few other homosexuals stood at the bar so Anthony has no problem getting a drink. One of the most annoying things in the world is when a drinking establishment is packed out and yet people insist on crowding in front of the bar after they've been served. It's like, get out of the way. So Anthony orders a big glass of pear cider and after receiving his change, stands at the bar and looks over to the door just as someone he's never met before enters. The man smiles immediately as he enters the club. He's about 6' 2" with grayish hair, and Anthony is immediately attracted to him, but turns away as the stranger approaches the bar and stands next to him. To Anthony's surprise, the new man speaks with a strong American accent.

"I'll have a vodka and pure orange."

The bartender raises his eyebrows slightly, also surprised, then smiles and begins preparing the drink. Anthony wants to meet the man, but doesn't have the courage to say anything.

"Crazy nightlife round these parts, no?"

Anthony spins round and sees that the stranger is talking to him. He quickly tries to think of something to say back.

"Erm, yes. Always like this on a Saturday", he replies before drinking again and taking a deep breath.

"Are you on holiday around here, or...?" he manages to ask.

"Yeah," the stranger replies, "stayin' with some folks o' mine for another week and then it's back to the good old USA."

Anthony feels a lot more relaxed. The man's casual behaviour seems to have rubbed off on him. The man stretches out his hand towards Anthony.

"So what's your name, partner?" he asks.

"Anthony, you?"

The man clears his throat and says "I'm George, pleased to meet ya. You wanna head over to a table where we can get to know each other a little better?"

"Sure," replies Anthony, accidentally in a half-American voice.

Anthony follows George over to a four-seater where they both sit down opposite one another. They see drunken people staggering past the window next to them. Anthony is the first to enquire into what George's career is.

"What do I do? I push pens at Ellington Air Force Base. Signing papers, all that other garbage. Nothing too interesting. What I'm really into right now is my scriptwriting."

This intrigues Anthony, who asks " You're a scriptwriter?"

"Well," replies George, "I haven't had anything published or made yet or whatever, but yeah that's my true passion in life."

"That's excellent, I'll look out for your name on the next Hollywood Blockbuster!"

The two laugh, knowing that total failure is inevitable. George has the courtesy to ask about what Anthony does in life.

"I recently settled into a new office job. The rock and roll band wasn't working out so now I just do the computer stuff all day."

"You were in a rock band?" George asks, genuinely interested.

"Yeah," Anthony replies, "Kind of a Rolling Stones-style group. No good though."

George laughs and says "The closest I ever got to stardom was being the head cheerleader at my school."

Anthony laughs, but is unsure of whether George is joking or not. He's actually telling the truth. The two sit in silence for a few seconds, grinning and looking at their drinks. Anthony finishes his.

"What'll it be?" he asks George.

"Same again if you don't mind."

Anthony nods and walks over to the bar. George looks out of the window next to them and sees an ambulance drive past. The bartender places two drinks on the bar and Anthony pays him for them. Shortly afterwards, Anthony returns with George's vodka and pure orange, and his own pear cider.

George begins drinking. He awakens, unsure of where he is or how he got there. He is dizzy and cannot find the energy to speak or move his limbs. His vision is blurry. A figure stands over him, he can recognise the shapes but can't quite remember who it is.

"You're awake!" says Anthony.

It's Anthony. George is beyond confused. Has he been spiked?

"You know George," Anthony says, "The moment I saw you I wanted to fuck your brains out. You are the hottest piece of gay arse I've ever seen."

George cannot speak. Gay? George was not gay.

"I've seen a lot of gay men like yourself come into the Colony over the years but you are something special, my friend."

George is hearing these words but they're hardly making sense. He thinks he's dreaming. What was Anthony talking about?

"And now, George, you sexy American beast. I am going to have my way with you. Nobody enters the second-hottest gay bar in town without expecting to get a good, hard fuck at the end of the night."

And then it hits George. Gay bar?! He had no idea. Maybe he should have done some research into the area before heading into the first club he saw. Now that he thinks about it, there were no women in the Colony. The blurry-shape of Anthony has wandered off somewhere. George didn't even notice he'd walked away until several seconds after it had happened. He can hear the opening and closing of drawers. The noise is heavy on his ears. Anthony says something but George is too drugged-up to make out what he said. He hears the sound of footsteps approaching. Anthony still has his shoes on. The blurriness of Anthony's face morphs back into George's vision and George is startled to see a long, blue shape flopping around there as well.

He feels Anthony's hands dig into his side before he is quickly flipped over onto his front, lifelessly. George manages to let out a groaning noise as a reaction for when Anthony yanks off George's corduroys. The sound of Anthony unzipping himself sounds like a train screeching on its tracks and coming to a sudden stop.

"I'm gonna plow you in like a badger digging for truffles, George!"

Anthony thrusts his rock-hard erection into George's barnhole. The pain hits George suddenly; a blunt feeling all through his anus. George's face is being mashed against the pillow, which is soaking up all the moisture from his eyeballs. George can just about feel his rectum tearing and this is confirmed when Anthony complains about his penis being covered in blood. The sodomy continues for another eight minutes, with the victim just lying there and taking it, until Anthony ejaculates inside George's destroyed anus. For a second, George regrets leaving his favourite pistol at home, but then disregards it as he wouldn't have had the energy to pull the trigger anyway.

Anthony's head rolls back as he sighs, and slowly pulls out of George, who manages a low grunting noise but still cannot move more than a couple of fingers at a time. He wipes his bloodied shaft on George's underwear and begins zipping his trousers back up. George is paralysed from a combination of date-rape drugs and severe pain. Once again, he feels Anthony grab him at the side and flip him over. He lands in a puddle of his own sweat, blood and feces. His vision is still blurry and distorted although he recognises something. Anthony is stood over him with the wobbly blue shape again. It is a vibrator. George couldn't react if he wanted to, but Anthony rams the dildo straight into George's drooling mouth, breaking six of his teeth in the process. He takes it back out, and rams it in again. Each time he does this, teeth splinters stab into George's gums. His mouth is now practically no longer reconstructible. George's reflexes are forcing him to swallow huge mouthfuls of blood, saliva and teeth shards. Throughout the agony, George has only just realised his penis is still exposed. His instinct is to cover himself up but his movement is limited to only his wrists, fingers and toes.

Anthony takes George's flaccid penis into his hand and begins masturbating him. George can feel no pleasure but is aware of what is going on. He feels his penis get warmer as Anthony wraps his lips around it, and Anthony begins sucking George into oblivion.