-About the story-
Shay is a seventeen year old senior in high school he believes he is completely strait until one day he gets raped in school. His mother moves and makes him switch school. With the trial going on she thinks it's not safe for him to be anywhere near his rapist. After moving to a new school thinks start to normal out in his life for a while, until he realizes he is pregnant with the rapist's baby. Things in his new school start to fall apart when he begins to show, his belly getting noticeably bigger. People know now and are not hesitant to make fun of the boy. Only one person can save him from the things that trouble him, the bad boy of the school. Not only does he help save Shays life he changes it in a way he never thought possible. The soon to be dad is falling for the rebel, but is distressed because he became homophobic after his rape. Is there a way that the pregnant teen can change that bad boys life for the better and get him off of the downward spiral he lives in as well as make himself happy?This is an original slash fiction, that means there will be boy on boy sex in this story. There are things like rape and pain as well as male pregnancy. If you don't like it don't read it. I own the plot! I do not own the character pictures but I do own the characters in this story. I do own the characters in this story.
Chapter 1
The nightmares got worse and worse every time I would fall asleep. I relived those moments over and over in my mind. No matter what I did I couldn't get past what had happened to me. Everything was so raw and seamed real in every dream I had it was like the rape was happening again. I was back in that locker room. I had just tried out for the football team and everyone was getting showered and ready to leave. They shoved me around and called me a 'fag' all of them left the room but the kid who was destined to be the quarterback once again. He shoved him around some more before leaving the room.
I looked into the open gym locker and grabbed my fresh clean clothes out of my bag. I smiled to myself thinking of the date my girlfriend and I had planned that night. I was so out of it I didn't hear someone come back into the room. My thoughts were broken when I felt a pair of hands grip my hips, they pulled at the towel I wore making it fall down. Showing my rear to said person. I heard a chuckle; I looked over my shoulder to see the football coach. I gasped fear taking my body over when I felt something prod at my cheeks. I tried to wriggle free of his grip, but he wrapped his arms around me and thrust into my anus. I couldn't help but scream in pain.
"That's it you little faggot scream, no one is here to listen." The coach panted into my ear, I tried to get away again but he stopped me. He wound up throwing me over the long bench that lined the locker room. It had no back or sides so I fell to the ground, I couldn't do anything but hold myself up onto my hands and try to wriggle free. But I couldn't. The pain continued as he began to pump into my entrance, he was panting as his arms wrapped around my middle. He leaned his body up against me so his chest was against my lower back slightly as he stood. His hips slapped and slammed into me as I screamed out in pain. I couldn't help the tears that welled in my eyes.
"No- p-p-please stop!" I begged not being able to stop the sobs wrecking through my body. His hips sped up, and I couldn't help but moan out at one point in time. For some reason whatever he just did really felt good. My penis to my dismay hardened causing it to brush against the cold metal bench every time he would thrust in. "Please stop!"
"You like it you little faggot!" He spat giving an extra hard thrust, doing whatever he did before making it feel good. My dick pulsated for some reason aching for a touch. I couldn't control it. I would have never had sex with this man a day in my life if I had the choice. Why is my dick reacting to this? I am strait. I have a girlfriend. That's when it hit me. He's taking my virginity. I couldn't help the sobs wreck though my body as he gripped my hardened member with one hand. Holding me tightly with the other, he pumped my cock. My body reacted to the touches; I tried not to think about what was happening, to get it to go away however I could. It didn't work; I eventually spilled all over his hand and my stomach. He grunted and thrust into me a few more times slowing his actions as he spilled his seed into me. He shoved me over the bench, causing me to lose my balance and tumble to the ground. He zipped himself up and ran out the door. All I could do is lay there and cry. I cried for so long I passed out.
Let's just say I wound up waking up when the janitor shook me awake. He had managed to find my cell and called home in the time I was sobbing once more. It took all I had to stand up and pull up my pants. My mom showed up and took me to the hospital. They took a rape kit and tested me for STD's, they said I had to come back in a few months to get retested just to make sure. The whole time I cried, I couldn't fathom what that fucker had done to me. I felt even dirtier because I actually got off while he raped me.
My name is Shay Daniels. I am a seventeen year old senior; I live with my mom and dad as well as my little brother Derek and his twin Melissa. I am what most would call the odd one in my family. My mom has dirty-blonde hair and my dad's is brown. My siblings have my mom's dirty-blonde hair as well as dads brown eyes. Me I have natural black hair and green eyes unlike my dad whose eyes are brown. My sister wines at me and tells me she wishes she had my natural black hair every other day but I just smirk at her and tell her that I'm the unique one out of all of dies it black and sometimes blond. I have one piercing on my lip but other than that no needles have touched my skin. My family is not really religious but they always tried to get me to believe in god. I don't know what to believe.
Anyway life had been good for a while. My dad got a promotion and my mom was supper happy for him. My siblings seemed less annoying. Kids did pick on me at school calling me either a 'faggot' or 'emo' all of the time. The jocks hated me yes but they never picked on me to the extreme. You know I don't see why they assume I am gay; I am strait by all means. I have a girlfriend and had never even thought about a man until it happened. I was raped, by my own teacher in my school three weeks ago. Said event caused my life to turn upside down. Now we have moved, switched schools and are going through pressing charges on that bastard.
Nothing has been the same, I can't sleep. I can't eat and I seem to have caught a case of homophobia along the way. Too bad I don't know I'm secretly gay yet huh?