His name was Rick and was a friend of his dads. He had started coming over the house more and more often and always had gave Kyle a weird feeling but he was always so nice. So polite and gentlemanly. All he was doing was hiding the monster underneath. And now tonight while Kyle was asleep he came thru his bedroom window at exactly 3:06 because Kyle had woken up to a sudden noise which happened to be the window slamming shut too fast. He woke up groggy and looked at the clock, out of habit. He barely saw the bright red numbers on his clock before a large hand covered his mouth along with a sharp knife to his neck.
Fear ran thru the redhead like an icy dagger down his back. Suddenly a gruff voice whispered in his ear. "Scream and you die. Turn over on your stomach." Tears started welling in his green orbs. His body started to tremble but complied with the mad man as the knife withdrew from his neck. Rough hands started to feel him up and lips gently attached at his neck in a mock of a loving gesture. Lips stared kissing and nibbling as his hands started to undress him from his pajama pants. Suddenly he felt the cool of the knife at his back again but this time it was cutting thru the fabric. A sob escaped Kyle before he could stop it. That shirt was the last thing right now between life and his sanity. It was Eric's favorite shirt and when they first got together he gave it to Kyle as a "thank you for accepting me" gift. And now it's ruined.
He suddenly felt a hand grab him roughly by the hair, jerking his head up painfully. "One more sound, you die." The man went away for a moment. Kyle felt the weight lift off the bed. God...what was he doing? The lack of contact made him panic but he wished he was gone longer as he suddenly felt something large and slippery enter him. He knew it wasn't that mans cock, skin would be even slightly rougher with lube. Kyle almost distracted himself from the pain momentarily with these thoughts but that was before it got past the entrance.
His hands gripped the blanket so tightly as he tried so hard not to scream or yell in pain. But it was so hard not to. It hurt so much. Tears fell down his face,wetting he pillow underneath his head. His small body trembled with suppressed sobs. Suddenly Rick moved the sex toy in and out of him, forcing his entrance to stretch.
He bit down on the pillow in an attempt to keep quiet. It felt like an eternity before he stopped but he then felt something a bit bigger then the toy start to enter him. He couldn't hold back anymore, he screamed in pain. Suddenly his head got yanked back and Rick suddenly entered him with one large thrust and a knife now put to his throat as he hissed in his ear. It meant to come out venomous and it did but it was laced with a pleasurable moan.
"I said keep quiet." Kyle could feel the cold metal up against this throat, he could feel it break the skin just a bit. Rick forced Kyle back down into the bed then started thrusting into him hard and fast. Large, rough hands forcing him into the mattress with a bruising force. It took so much to keep quiet. What felt like hours but was actually 30 seconds,Rick came hard inside of the red head. Filling up with his tainted seed.
Rick breathed heavy for a bit, coming down from his stolen high. After he got his senses back, he yanked Kyle's head up again by his hair and whispered darkly. "Don't you even think about telling anyone. I'll be watching you, tell anyone there dead. Now get some fucking sleep you whore. I might be back for more tomorrow." He finished his sentence with a low laugh. As he lifted off the bed, Kyle was catatonic, unable to move until the threat was gone.
After a few seconds of him gone, Kyle's body reacted and he ran fast as he could toward the toilet. He nearly didn't make it as he vomited into the porcelain bowl. But his stomach was empty,making him dry heave. He was hoping whatever seed Rick left he could vomit out. He felt so disgusted. Not so much that it was rape and he was being violated. He felt disgusted because it wasn't Eric doing those things. It was somebody elses hands on him, touching him. He only wants Eric for that and no one else. He felt like a cheating whore but in the back of his mind he knows its not his fault. Some of his rational mind still survived that ordeal. Once his body was calmed down he broke down into a puddle of tears.
His lithe shoulders trembled with sobs. He slowly crawled to his bed. Once his elbows were propped up on the mattress, he felt the fabric of Eric's now town shirt. He quickly gripped it and brought himself onto the bed. He quickly curled into a ball, convulsing with sobs and hiccups. He tried to keep them quiet so he wouldn't wake anyone. His breathing got faster and he knew he was running head first into a panic attack but he couldn't bring himself to care. Then realization hit. He couldn't hide this.
Eric was smart and knew him better then anyone. How would he hide something this big from him? By morning he'll probably have one message on his phone asking if hes ok because he seems to have this freaky sixth sense but only with Kyle. Perhaps it would be safe to tell him, Eric can defend himself if Rick tries anything. He's a big boy and (which kyle found out by accident) has many weapons, large and small scattered and hidden thru-out his house. Surly he can defend himself if it came down to it? Hell, he'll probably even kill the fucker. Thou when he finds out what happened...his murder will turn into slow torture. Kyle wasn't sure when he fell asleep but he wished the sleep was never-ending.