Disclaimer: I can't own Spider-man! I'm not nearly that old.

Info: AU; takes place during highschool in a world where Peter is not Spider-man.

Warning: Starts out non/con and ends with rape. Oh, and man-on-man action

Harry: Here's another warning: This sucks!

Me: You're only saying that because you're not the one that gets to ravage Peter!

Harry: So, it still sucks.

Me: That's not-well maybe it is. Reviewers, I need you to tell me if this sucks or not so I can prove a very jealous and *glances over* Harry stop rubbing yourself!

Harry: but Pete looks so *ahhh!*

Me: Sorry for him. Anyway help me prove Harry wrong, please! Here's the Prologue.

Prologue:

Flash Thompson has always noticed Peter Parker more than anyone else. Even when they were just eight year old, Flash realized that Peter's lips were supple and his body was lean. At that age, not knowing why he noticed such things about Peter or what that may make him, Flash showed his feelings in the typical childish way: bullying. He constantly teased, poke, and made fun of Peter, the more hurt Peter got the better. Even in his infantile stage, Flash especially enjoyed it when Peter Parker -or Puny Parker, as Flash would habitually call him- cried or was humiliated. This perverse relationship continued well into highschool when they were both Juniors. Flash's taunts and proddings became more and more physical every year. Occasionally, Peter had to even wear a cast due to one of Flash's antics. Of course, Peter lied, saying that he broke it either by bicycling or falling down. Everyone either believed it or didn't care enough to was why no one noticed when Flash followed a lone Peter to the deserted science lab.

Begin the story!

It was a real scorcher of a summer day. Peter Park wore a short-sleeved light blue shirt with faded brown cargo shorts that came just above his knees. But even with that he still had a fine sheen of sweat in every crevice of his body. The sweat kept causing the gray backpack that was slung over his shoulder to slip off. He had to keep stopping and pulling it back up. Trying to lessen the heat, Peter tried to stay under the shade of the trees as much as possible as he made his way to the older, smaller science building that was now the main science center. Students were given the option to work there doing simple errands (washing the test tubes and beakers, looking after the experiments, buying supplies, etc.) and herder stuff, like doing their own projects/experiments, in exchange for learning about a career in science or as a scientist. Peter was the only student who signed up for it ths school year.

Peter quickly entered the center and, after breathing in the cool air, he went through the door and into Class C. The door opened on to a spacious, high-walled room. It was filled with several long stainless steel tables and a chalkboard/white board combo in both the front and back. There were three test beakers, held up with self-supported tongs, standing on the table second closest to the door. Peter went to that one, dropping his bookpack on the table closest to the door. His turned his back to the door and leaned over the table with the beakers on it.

Each beaker was filled with a differerent liquid: one blue, one red, and one purple. Peter pulled out a capped syringe needle that he had kept in the front pocket of his cargo shorts and, upon opening it, he squirted out one centimeter exactly of clear liquid in each. After a moment of observation, Peter jotted down what he observed happening in each beaker in the respective notebooks that were resting in front of them. He left them there from the last time he was there. Since only Dr. Curt Connors and him were the only people who actually used this room with any frequency, Peter regularly kept his experiment notes in there. Due to his continual focus on the trio of beakers, Peter failed to notice Flash's prescence at the door.

A pair of blue eyes were peeking in through the door's window, a heinous smirk flitting across a youthful face. His smile only grew as he saw Peter's upturned rump facing the doorway. A twitch in his pants made his next step clear. Carefully opening the door, so as not to make a sound to alert the busy Peter, Flash slid into the room. He was right behind the brunet before Peter even realized that he was there. And even then, Peter only realized that because of the strange pressure he felt on his butt.

"Whaa?" Peter looked back in surprise at the sudden feeling and was distured when he saw who was behind him and figured out what that "strange" pressure must be coming from. "Fl-Flash, what are you doing here?" Peter tried to slip around Flash, but he just repeatedly moved in front of Peter. The noticeable bump in Flash's blue jeans created a rather uncomfortable sensation against Peter's thigh. Peter's attempts to wiggle away from Flash only produced an even bigger and harder bump. Flash, starting to get drunk off of the pleasure-pain that his rowdy

member was causing him, pressed harder against Peter and started doing a slight humping-jerking motion against him. "Fl-Flash, wh-what are you doing?" Peter'sb breathy whine was filled with fear and something he couldn't/wouldn't think of.

"Aww, what's wrong Puny Parker. Do I scare you? You know you like it, you little whore!" Flash mocked, roughly groped Peter's bum with steel-like fingers. They dug so hard into Peter's behind that the pain caused him to yelp outloud. Flash, ignoring his cries, began rubbing his blue jean-covered bulge against Peter's fastly growing own. Flash smirked when he felt Peter's arousal pressing against his own. Letting a pleased moan escape from his throat, Flash pulled Peter down on the table. Peter's half-serious "nos" and "stops" only excited Flash all the more, encouraging him to pin Peter's wrists down as he grinded against him. The beakers on the table wobbled, and different colored liquids dripped unto the table. The notebooks fell to the floor with a clatter, adding to the half-pleased moans coming from Peter and the lustful grunts that the constant humping elicited from Flash. Moving his hands off of Peter's wrists, Flash leaned further enough away from Peter's flushed form that he could easily see his prey's "happiness" straining against the zipper of the cargo shorts. Peter didn't even try to escape from Flash's clutches. Casting a lascivious gaze at Peter's hot and bothered form, Flash swiftly unzipped Peter's shorts, not caring if the zipper caught on his cock. Peter gave a pained hiss as a part of the zipper nipped his engorged dick as it came down. Peter's dick boinged back and forth like a tied down balloon in the wind. The head of his cock was a dark red that matched the light crimson that trailed down from the slit to the coppery, hairy hilt. Flash's mouth watered as he stared at it and, unable to help himself, he pinched it right on its scarlet head. The his that this elicted from Peter made the already impressive bulge in his pants stretch even further. Not wasting any more time, Flash pulled up Peter's blue shirt to above his nipples and zipped down his own pants, being careful not to nip his cock. Flash's cock was monstrous when compared with Peter's. It's head was almost completely black with blood and stood horizontally over Peter, barely missing Peter's erect nipples. Flash soaked in the look of outright disbelief and fear that had suddenly filled up Peter's eyes. "Open," he commanded. When Peter refused to respond, still staring in shock at the blonde's monster cock, Flash forced Peter's mouth on his raging member.

"Mrghpf!" Peter's protests were almost completely muffled by Flash's thick and freakishly long cock ramming his throat. The force of the impact of Flash's cock thrusting into Peter's mouth, slammed his head against the steel table under him. Tears stung his eyes as bowel rose in his throat. Peter was literally gagging on Flash's cock. Some pieces of the light breakfast he had ate that morning was thrown up. The force of Flash's dick exiting and entering, pulled the bits of filth out of Peter's broken mouth and propelled them away outside. He was glad that he didn't usually eat Lunch. He couldn't breathe and he couldn't cry. His mouth felt like it was on fire and Peter was positive that when Flash deepthroated him all the way, a good portion of that dick was truly down his throat. He could feel it sliding against his uvula and esophagus. Flash continued to face-fuck Peter for all he was worth as his pumps grew increasingly more frantic and sporadic. Even through the pain that his raped and stretched too far throat caused him, Peter recognized the selfsame erratic movements that all guys went through when they were nearing their climax.

Lifting his pert ass up to a steeper angle, even more of Flash's god-like penis was able to be crammed into Peter's sore throat. Spittle and cum flew as Flash came into Peter's mouth. He kept pounding into his victim until he was fully satisfied, milking the last drops of salty sperm out of his horce cock. Peter's face was a mosaic of cum with little smears of blood. Of the large quantity of sperm that had eagerly flooded down Peter's throat, enough had missed its target to coat the brunette's face in a veneer of a milky, sticky substance. On his lips, blood spilled out from the prey's slit lips.

Peter's throat constricted as he it was about to expel the cum that had swam down it earlier. Flash let him pull over to the side of the table so that he could spit up the cum that would come up. They both knew that even if Peter was able to dispel every single drop of Flash's salty cum, it would be too late. The deed was done. Peter had tasted Flash and Flash had marked Peter as his : nothing could change that now. They both knew that Peter was now going to be eternally used as Flash's slut, whether the brunette wanted it or not. The thought made Peter's eyes unleash another fountain of tears. They slithered down and mixed with the cum and blood on his face. Flash laughed cruelly at Peter's face and, after zipping up his now limp but still formidable cock, began to walk to the door. However, before he left, he punched Peter right in the eye. The unexpected blow knocked Peter down over the table, the resulting crash and sob from the rape victim pulled another laugh from the brute. This action finally wrested the beakers from their holders, spilling their contents all over Peter's naked chest and crotch. The beakers' broke on Peter, sending their minute pieces of glass into his exposed torso and thighs. After raping Peter with his eyes since his body wasn't let up to it, Flash left. He had to hit Peter before he went. He couldn't help himself. he could never resist hitting Puny Parker.

Me: Okay how did you li-?

Harry: It was horrible! However, if this was about a certain Green Goblin and Spidey, maybe-

Me: Ignore him. Anyway, I want to know what you liked/hated about it. So that I can make it better. Also, I plan for this to be a oneshot. But if enough people want me to continue this, I will.

Harry: What! That's disgusting! Who wants to read about some blonde football freak ! Everybody knows brunettes are the way to go! In fact, me and Pe-

Me: SHUT UP! IF YOU DON'T BE QUIET I WILL NEVER WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT YOU AND PETER! GOT THAT?!

Harry:*crickets chip*

Me: Good. Anyway, all reviews are welcome. Flamers welcome. Your flames give roasted hotdogs a special spiciness to it that I LOVE!