Before
He was in an alley, a body pressing up against him eagerly, leaving bruises all over his skin, hands grabbed greedily onto his hips, nails digging into the sensitive flesh like ripping talons. His groan of pain became mistaken for pleasure, a hand reached down to fondle him; he shivered in disgust, but opened his legs further to allow the man more access to him.
The touches continued until, impatiently, the man forced intry upon him. The young man bit his lip hard, making it bleed crimson down his chin and along the curve of his throat. All he could do was brace himself against a brickwall and tremble as he was pounded into relentlessly. He felt as though he were being split in two; his insides were a raging fire of pain.
It felt like an eternity before the man finally released inside him, and he could breathe. He panted for air, trying to regulate the oxygen in his system. He felt the man slide out of his body, and listened as he zipped his pants back up. Liquid dripped sluggishly down his thighs. A mixture of blood and seed.
"T-The money-" The boy managed, voice pleading. He didn't move from his position, afraid that if he did, he would be refused. Some people were just like that.
He would have asked for the money first, but had been pinned before he'd had any idea of what had been happening to him.
The man let out a harsh, breathless laugh, throwing a penny at him and then left him there shaking in humiliation and anger.
Allen sank to the ground and let frustrated tears slip from his eyes.
If only someone would save him from his desolation.