Kassim was walking down the streets of the slum. It was late night and it's not a good idea for little boys like Kassim to be walking around in this area. But Kassim was a brave teenager, and strong too. He didn't have anything to fear in the dark. But today was slightly different.
He forgot to bring his knife with him, this time. But of course he didn't recognize it yet.
As he passed an alley a pair of hands grabbed him and dragged him in the darkness. It was a man way bigger than him. Judging by his cloths he wasn't an ordinary middle class man, but a noble high class. Kassim was filled with hatred and a little bit afraid to. The man pressed a knife to his throat and that was the moment he wished he had something on him, right now.
"Scream or try to run away and I will slice your throat, do you get me?" Kassim nodded and the hand let go of, the knife traveled to his back, and pressed into it uncomfortably. "Down with the pants boy. Come on, don't make me wait." The boy could feel the man erected cock pressing to his back side and did as he was told.
This submission from his part was strange and foreign but the power was at the ones hand who had the weapon. If Kassim would have something even a stick that would help him beat the big and muscular guy. But nothing in the alley.
"Hands on the wall" said as he undid his paints with one hand and the knife was yet again at Kassim's throat.
The man entered the boy painfully. He was big and without lubrication it was impossible to enter Kassim without tearing him into half. The pain was indescribable, as the man moved in and out then faster and faster to the point of his climax. Kassim's mind turned blank, he couldn't believe it was happening to him. He really was a scum how didn't deserved better?
Why this man have no mercy on him. Entering without preparation, taking the virginity of a young boy. Kassim wasn't even with a woman yet. And here he was, being raped in an alley.
Well rape was common in the slum, Kassim knew several other people who were raped. He know is horrible. He know it is painful, but he never imagined being like this. He remembered being afraid of his father that one day, he going to rape him or his little sister. He wouldn't let that, rather him, then his loved ones. Alibaba too…
The man, ejaculated in him, and the salty liquid stings his inside. Blood flowing down in his legs and now semen too. It was disgusting.
"Boy you are grate. What do you say about one more round?"
The man continued to violet him. Kassim didn't bother to stop his tears at this point.
He bite down hard on his lip so he won't scream. The knife on his throat was convincing enough. He fall to his knees and let the time pass by. After who know how many times the man finally finished. Took out a handkerchief and wiped off Kassim's blood then left the crying boy in the alley.