Before I start, I do have to warn you that I will put explicit details in here. Thank you, and you may proceed.
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I had wished I had some company this one afternoon, after I had movie hopped. If I did, I wouldn't have been the way I am now. Greasers can't walk alone too much or they'll get jumped. We get jumped by Socs, or Socials. I remember this one time my friend, Johnny, was jumped real bad – left him scared of his own shadow.
Anyway, I was walking home, wishing that I had some company, when there was a low rumble behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know who was stalking me. I quickened my, looking for a place to duck in and to hide or see if there was another greaser to scare them away. My feet thumped across the asphalt in a near run now. My house was only a block or two away. I turned around as the car flashed by. Its red paint gleamed in the near set sun. Its tires screeched as the vehicle halted. I stomped my feet for an emergency stop then turned to run around the car. The doors swung open and two Socs popped out, running to meet me. One stepped in front of me, grabbing me and throwing me to the floor. I groaned as my head hit and my vision blurred.
"You trying to run from us, Grease?" one asked, his breath stank of alcohol. He pinned my arms and legs down before I had time to react. When my vision came back, I glared at the one pinning me down though my body was shaking so much that it was a joke. In fact, he laughed. The other guy watched me, standing directly behind his friend. He didn't look as drunk and he didn't look as amused.
I struggled against my hold, thrashing but the hold only grew tighter. Panic was an understatement. Socs had never treated us greasers greatly, we were always the ones they picked on because we were 'trash', the poor guys, the hoods; the lower class. They were unnerving to be by on their own; even more when drunk. You would wish that if you got jumped, they would be sober.
"Get off of me," I spat.
"You would think that you enjoy having people on top of you."
"What…?" It took me a second to realize what they were talking about. I gave them a disgusted look. "You're sick."
"Hey, I'm only telling you beforehand what the only thing you greasers are good for, and even then it's horrible."
I glared at him. "Get off of me."
"I don't have to do anything you say, bitch." He slugged me in the stomach, growling. Once again I groaned, tears now swelling in my eyes. He punched me again and again and all I wanted was to curl up in a ball.
"Help!" I screamed, yelling out the name of everyone in my gang: Soda, Darry, Dally, Johnny, Two-Bit, and even Steve. But I knew that this attempt was futile. No one was coming.
The Soc slapped me glowering. "Shut up!" The glower soon turned into a smirk. He turned to look at his friend. "Do you agree that he needs to be taught his place?"
"Yeah, but—" before his friend could finish, the one on top of me turned back and leaned down so that he was whispering in my ear.
"I'm going to show you what a greaser like you could only do—the only profession you'll be accepted for." His hot breath against my ear made me cringe in disgust. Before I could register what he had whispered, the Soc's mouth covered my own. He shoved his whiskey-tasting tongue in my mouth during my time of shock. It moved around, sliding slowly across every little groove and bump in my mouth. I shut my eyes to not look at his closed eyes and tried to move my head away but he just forced it back into place every time. I bit down on his tongue, tasting iron. He moved his hands from my wrists and put them on my chest, trying to push away. I grit down harder until he kneed me in the crotch, making me gasp. He pulled away, holding his mouth.
"You little fucker!" he hissed, slapping me. "Don't you dare fucking bite me!" Once again he slapped me then moved so that he was grinding on me, letting out a slight moan as he became hard. I wanted to throw up thinking that he had a boner because of me. His hands slid under my shirt. I tried to push him away but every attempt I made, he dug into my crotch, making my arms go limp.
"Stop…" I whimpered, sobbing.
"Cunts don't speak."
"Please… s-stop."
He slapped me. "What did I tell you?" His head whipped around to his friend. "Are you going to help me or not?"
His friend was pale, looking mortified. "Man, I can't help you… This is wrong…"
"Wrong? Continuing the natural order is wrong? Stop being a pussy and help me teach him his place."
"No."
"Fine then, I'll. Do. It. Myself." With each word, he dug in my crotch harder. I mewled.
"Fine but… but don't do it here. People could see you."
"Good idea." The Soc stood up, dragging me with him. He shoved me inside the backseat of the car before climbing back on top of me. His friend got in the front seat and started to drive. Each bump in the road caused our hips to collide. My shirt was pulled off and dropped to the floor. He looked down at me, eyes full of lust. He took off his shirt then his pants, his erection flinging out.
"Suck it," he ordered, bringing my head closer to his dick. I tried to push back but he stroked me again and my body gave out. "Do it well and don't bite or you're dead meat, greaser." My lips trembled, hot tears still continued to fall down my face. He grabbed my hair and shoved his dick down my throat. I tried to frantically pull away but that only made it worse. He moaned loudly as my lips moved up his shaft. He thrusted deeper in my mouth and pulled and pushed my head so that I would pump him. The Soc kept muttering words of pleasure and moaning. It seemed like forever until he stopped pushing my head. He shot his load into my mouth, the bitter liquid dribbled down my chin. My first instinct was to spit it out but he covered my mouth with his hand.
"Swallow it."
I weakly shook my head. He grabbed my hair and yanked it. "Do it or we'll do that again." Reluctantly, I complied. He leaned down to lick the remaining cum off of my chin. I didn't try pushing him away – it would be useless anyway and only get me hurt even more.
He pushed me back down, pulling off my pants in one swift motion. He scanned my naked body over before asking, "By any chance, are you a virgin?" I didn't answer him but that was all the proof he needed before saying, "You are… Sweet. I'll make sure to leave my lesson engraved into you…" He fondled with me and kissing me. He grinded against me, slowly growing hard again. He flipped me over and without prepping me, he plunged in.
Pain: that is all I felt as he thrusted in and out me. It felt like I was being torn into two. Each thrust and moan that he made, made me feel even dirtier. "You like that, you slut?"
"N-No..." He slapped me in the ass when I started to speak. I yelled, fingers digging into my palms. He stroked my dick as his pumps got faster until he once again shot into me. He pulled out, breathing heavily. I slumped on the seat, staring blankly at the back of the driver seat. My body was still shaking uncontrollably. The Soc reached down to his pants and pulled out a switchblade from his pocket. He flipped it open, bring the blade near my shoulder blade. The sight of it jolted my body and I tried to get away as best as my body could move but each small movement felt like fire and I couldn't move my arms to reach for the door handle. The Soc slammed his fist into my back.
"You do what I say, grease," he snapped, taking the blade and dragging it across the same area. The stabbing pain in my shoulder made me scream again. He carved something on my shoulder blade before throwing the blade on the floor. "Stop the car."
My body lurched forward and my vision was starting to turn black and I wanted to pass out but my body refused as I was too scared to even blink.
"Shit man, that is so messed up. We are going to be in so much trouble," his friend whined.
The Soc leaned down towards my ear. "You, don't tell anyone about this or else I'll make sure not to hold back next time." He licked my earlobe causing me to shiver.
"At least put his clothes on man, make it less suspicious."
"Good idea."
They slipped the clothes back on me before throwing my limp body out of the car and speeding away. I didn't try to move away and leave—my body was in too much pain. I couldn't cry any more. My body was sore.
I have no clue how long it's been until I could finally stand but it was dark, the only thing that lit the streets were the streetlights. I pushed to my feet with a slight groan, leaning against the nearest street light for support. Each movement was like fire but I pushed myself to stumble to my house. I didn't recognize the area so all I could do was wander in the cold night until I find a familiar street. My hands were tight around my arms and my steps were limped. My breath ran from my lips with each shaky breath. I kept looking back to see if anyone was following me; to see if they would come back for me. A car passed by, illuminating my body in light for a second as well as the few drops of blood that followed on the ground behind me.
Finally, I was on a street that I recognized and before I knew it, my house was in front of me. The lights were still on and for a moment, I thought that everything was going to be okay, but that was until I remembered what had happened to me. Still, I had to go in. Or maybe not at all…
Slowly, I walked up onto the porch and entered the house. No one was waiting for me in the living room; no one was in the house. Good, I don't want them to see me or deal with them right now. I walked to my room, closing the door behind me and finally broke down. I sank to my knees, curling up into a ball, and dryly sobbed. My whole body felt sticky and gross and dirty and violated. I ripped off my bloody clothes which had dried cum splattered on it and threw it across the room in weak frustration. I rubbed at my body but each rub took me back in time, replaying what had happened. Being nude reminds me what had happened.
Despite the protests of my body, I got back on my feet and slid into clothes, feeling a little bit more comforted, and then saw my clothes crumpled in the corner of the room. I grabbed it and threw it in the waste basket under my desk with sad anger. I threw myself on the bed, exhausted. All I wanted was to sleep and hope that everything would be okay in the morning… but that seemed like a good dream that was never going to happen.
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This is the winner that you guys picked. This is going to be so different to write so I hope this goes well.
I'm going to being putting in a lot of run on sentences on purpose and sentences that have a lot of 'and's in it. I want to try to make this a bit more realistic and seeming like he is actually telling the story. It's going to be like the books 'Catcher in the Rye' and 'The Things they Carried'… sort of. I'm also going to be putting in small references to things that you'll probably pass over but if you see them, yay.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.