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Water dripped down the sky like splatters of blood. Tommy carefully stepped over the growing puddles, back hunched to avoid getting rain in his eyes. His white shoes were browning and his school uniform was soaked. He shook his head, blond hair sparkling with the weight of the water. A car drove past, hitting him with a wave of water. Tommy stumbled. He barely avoided falling into a puddle as he glared at the road beside him.
He needed to get back to his house. Tommy pushed his hair out of his face, speeding up. He wasn’t sure if this torrent of water would go away but it was better if he didn’t risk it. Wilbur would be so disappointed if he had more stains on him. He didn’t want that, would rather be a corpse than disappoint his brother. Familiar houses drew closer and he shakily grinned. He couldn’t wait to get home and collapse on his bed. Tommy had so much homework, courtesy of being 16 and ‘mature’. Yeah right. Tommy scoffed, walking closer.
Tommy paused at the corner of the street. He could go the normal way home, but the alleyway had a roof and would also take him there. He didn’t want his schoolwork to get damaged. His shoes sloshed with water as he walked into the alleyway. It was dark like the site of a murder and he shivered. Better than the pouring rain outside. Tommy held onto the straps of his bag tightly, eyes squinted to try and see in the dark.
Oh, there were people in here. Tommy tried to identify them, walking up to them. It was Wilbur’s friends. Charlie, Schlatt, and Ted. He didn’t know why they were all in an alleyway- maybe they were just getting out of the rain like he was? As he got closer he could smell smoke. Schlatt was smoking a cigarette. Didn’t they know that smoking was bad for them? It would destroy their organs from inside out. Tommy didn’t want to annoy Wilbur’s friends, so he just nodded to them and walked past them.
Tommy was yanked back as someone grabbed his bag. He yelped, gripping onto the straps of the bag tighter. Ted was holding his bag, grinning. That was a terrible grin. Tommy shivered, more from fear than the cold. He wasn’t stupid, Wilbur had talked to him about the dangers of going into alleyways. He didn’t think he’d see just how true that was now.
“What do we have here?”
“Little Tommy is stuck away from his big brother!” Schlatt laughed, leaning against the wall.
Tommy glanced between the three of them, shaking. Were they going to mug him? He didn’t have that much money. As Ted spun him around to face them, he ran through what Wilbur had told him. Would they make him take drugs? He didn’t want that. Tommy hoped they’d just chat to him for a bit, he really didn’t want to come home with the smell of cigarettes on him.
“Can I go? I need to get home…”
Schlatt glanced at Ted, seemingly asking him something with his eyes. Ted waved Schlatt off, walking closer to Tommy.
“I don’t think you can go home just yet, I think you need to learn why you don’t go into alleyways.”
“What did you even think was going to happen?” Charlie piped up, spinning around a pen in his hand. “Did you really think that going in here would be a good way to go home?”
Tommy shook, nodding slightly. His hand unconsciously went up to his hair and he tried to get all the water out. He was so afraid. Wilbur hadn’t told him about his friends doing this. The alleyway almost seemed to close in on him in his panic. Rain hit his ears like hands slamming against a door.
Maybe they’ll just steal his money and go away. Tommy didn’t want to die in an alleyway. He didn’t want them to beat him up, Wilbur would be so disappointed when he saw the bruises. Ted seemed to be the one in charge of this operation and the air almost seemed to spark around him. His shoes sloshed as he took a step back, shaking. Tommy’s stomach felt like it was doing gymnastics, and not in a good way.
“Well, we’ll just have to show you what happens to little teens who go into alleyways.”
Schlatt grabbed onto his arms, pushing them behind his back. Tommy startled with shock. He tried to rip his arms out of the grip but Schlatt was too strong. His heart sped up as he tried to escape. This was a terrible idea. The grip on his arms was almost enough to bruise. Tears formed in his eyes as he kicked out, trying to kick the man behind him.
This day couldn’t get any worse. Charlie, having finished a quiet exchange with Ted, helped Schlatt take off Tommy's schoolbag. Fuck, he was getting mugged wasn’t he. He just hoped that they wouldn’t make any obvious wounds. Cold hands trailed his shirt, unbuttoning it as his arms were forced against his back once more. Why were they taking off his shirt? Maybe it was just to inflict wounds that Wilbur wouldn’t see. Tommy nodded to himself, gulping.
The entire time, Ted stood there, watching. That gaze was terrifying, Tommy thought. His damp shirt was carefully lifted off before being thrown on a crate. He craned his neck, trying to watch Charlie. He would’ve expected that they would’ve ripped the shirt, but he supposed it made sense. That way Wilbur wouldn’t know what they’ve done.
“So Tommy, what has Wilbur told you about us?” Ted purred.
“Uh- he didn’t want me to hang around you guys? I don’t-“
Tommy cut off as hands circled his hips, rubbing against his skin. Ted laughed. He cupped Tommy’s face in his hands, smirking. Tommy hated that smug look on his face. He tried to break out of the hold, searching for Charlie. In the corner of his eye he saw him tracing his fingers up and down Tommy’s body. Tommy really wished he wasn’t restrained.
Smoke traced up his back. A cigarette pressed in between his shoulder blades and he let out a cry, falling into Ted’s hands. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. In the back of his mind he knew he was being a pussy- he was 16 and was still sobbing over cigarette wounds. The searing sensation was a stark contrast to the cold running up his body and he sobbed. He didn’t like this. The cigarette drew away and he exhaled in relief, looking up at Ted.
“And you didn’t listen? You deserve what’s coming to you, then.”
What was that supposed to mean? Tommy opened his mouth to protest but bit his tongue as hands dipped into his pants, moving them off. Oh no, oh no no no. Tommy struggled in earnest now. Was this about to happen? Was he about to be raped in a fucking alleyway by his brother’s friends? The grip on his arms got tighter, forcing him to stay still.
Cold air hit his legs as his pants fell to the floor. He gasped, screwing his eyes tightly shut. Charlie’s fingers traced his underwear. Tommy should’ve taken the footpath, anything over what was happening right now. Ted’s hand cupped his face tighter, one of his fingers spiralling over his cheek. Schlatt’s cigarette seemed to have been extinguished as he felt ten fingers digging into his arms.
A hand reached down his underwear. Tommy cried out before a hand covered his mouth harshly. He could hardly believe this was happening. Fingers circled his dick, dipping in between his balls. Tears formed in his eyes as he fought against the arms capturing him. This wasn’t right. He wanted it to stop. Tommy quietly sobbed into Ted’s hand as fingers circled his asshole. It felt so wrong.
“Open your eyes.”
Ted commanded. Tommy hesitantly opened his eyes, staring at him. He noticed that Ted and Charlie didn’t have pants- oh no. He fearfully turned his head to look at Schlatt. Yep, none of them had pants on. This was really happening. Ted’s dick slipped between his legs. Tommy began to protest underneath his hand, but nothing seemed to dissuade him.
Wait, he needed lube, right? Tommy remembered that in porn people would always put lube on their dick. His eyes widened as Ted pressed his cock against his hole. Fuck, he heard that it would hurt without lube. He struggled away from Ted, trying to get away from him. Schlatt’s body pressed against him as he was restrained. He couldn’t escape. Tommy tried to keep his eyes open as a tear dropped down his face. He didn’t want this.
He forced himself in. Tommy screamed, folding in on himself. The hand in front of his mouth didn’t muffle him enough as the noise echoed through the alleyway. Through his blurry eyes he could see a frown grow on Ted’s face. All he could feel was the agony inside his gut like he was dying. Tommy could swear blood was dripping down his legs. It hurt so badly. He had never had sex before, at most jerked himself off. This was hell. The misery was worse than when he had broken his arm.
Fingers pressed against his mouth, forcing their way inside. Tommy yelped but the sound was muffled. They spiralled around his cheeks, blocking noise from getting out. A hand cupped itself around Tommy’s dick as Ted began to move. He cried out with each thrust, beginning to sob loudly. Tommy was almost glad of the fingers stopping the noises from echoing, but if he was loud that would mean he could be saved.
It hurt so badly. Tommy’s vision went darker the further Ted went in. His asshole wasn’t ready for a dick and each thrust felt like it was tearing his insides out. Walls ripped apart and blood trickled down his asshole like a twisted form of lube. He sobbed, arms and legs becoming weak. He hated this. What would Wilbur say if he saw him now? Tommy had never imagined that he would be raped and by his brother’s friends no less.
He was yanked off of Ted’s cock. Tommy sobbed with relief, blinking away the tears. Rough hands manhandled him onto a crate and pushed him onto it. Was this over? He was lifted up as he felt warmth underneath him. Fuck, it wasn’t that easy, was it. Tommy looked behind him. He was sitting on Ted’s lap now, and Charlie and Schlatt were in front of him. As he looked between the three, he noticed that Schlatt didn’t have a dick. Huh.
Tommy didn’t have time to think about that further as Ted’s cock pressed against his entrance again. Schlatt moved closer, running his thumb over his jaw.
“Fuck, you look so pretty like that. Too bad we’ll have to ruin you.”
As Ted shoved his dick inside him again, Schlatt pressed his pussy against Tommy’s dick. He sobbed at the feeling of his insides churning. His cock slipped inside Schlatt’s wet hole. The agony and pleasure mixed like a horrible cocktail. His lips were forced open by Charlie and another dick was forced inside. Tommy felt like he was about to choke as Ted thrusted into him. The sound of skin slapping against skin was something he never wanted to hear again.
Every time Ted moved, Tommy’s dick was forced further into Schlatt. His brain felt scrambled as he bounced up and down on the blond, hands firmly on his hips. Charlie was slowly moving in and out of his throat. Bile rose in his throat the further he went inside. He didn’t think he’d be able to walk after this. The contrasting rhythms drove him insane. Tommy almost wished they were all doing it at the same time. Like clocks set to the wrong time they drove him crazy.
Tears flowed down his cheeks freely. Every thrust forced Charlie’s cock further in his throat and his cock into Schlatt. Tommy felt himself about to vomit as he gagged. Blood ran down him and the feeling of fire ran through his body. He wanted to cover his face with his hands but there was Charlie in the way. Misery flooded through him like a forest fire. He didn’t want this. Ted’s dick stretched his insides, brushing past his g-spot uncaringly.
A click alerted him to the fact that Schlatt stopped. Tommy gasped past Charlie’s dick, struggling to get up and delete the photo. This did the opposite of what he was intending, shoving his cock far into Schlatt. Tommy moaned before gagging, bile spilling over his lips. He felt disgusting. Sweat from the three men ran down his body, mixing with blood on his ass. Schlatt laughed. His laugh was like a Jackals, cruel and uncaring.
Ted hit his g-spot. Tommy felt himself black out, cumming. Laughter arose beside him but the blood churning in his ears was too loud to hear. The pressure on his dick was gone now but Ted was fucking in earnest, abusing him like a flesh toy. Tommy felt disgusted with himself. He cummed because he was raped. What sick fuck did that. Vomit was spilling out his lips like mumbles but Charlie didn’t care, slamming into him like there was no tomorrow. He wouldn’t be able to speak for a while.
Cum filled his asshole. Tommy gasped, voice breaking. His eyes were burning as another tear forced itself out. He thought he would’ve ran out of water but there were always more tears to cry. Arms wrapped around him as Charlie’s dick forced its way down his throat, cumming. His brain was fizzy like static as he was moved off of Ted’s cock and Charlie withdrew.
Hands crawled around him, showcasing his dripping asshole to the camera. Tommy’s mouth was opened, vomit, cum, and blood spilling out onto the pavement. With a click clothes got tugged onto him, his pants pulled up onto him. Absentmindedly he noticed that he didn’t have any underwear on- he guessed it was damaged. With a heavy pat on the back he came back to reality.
“There we go kid, head back to Wilbur now, we wouldn’t want him to be worried.”
Charlie handed him his bag. Tommy took it, racing off. He didn’t want to stay and have that happen again. His whole core throbbed with pain and his legs felt like they would collapse any moment. Gasping for air, he shoved his way past poles and bins, reaching his door.
As he rummaged for his keys, his head went faint. A stab of pain forced its way through him and he felt like he was choking. Tommy sobbed, vomit splattering against his school clothes as his head went fuzzy. His legs and throat hurt so much. As the door opened, revealing a horrified Wilbur, Tommy collapsed to the ground.