Introduction

"No...No" I said as I struggled to free myself from the guys. "Get off of me…..LET ME GO!"

"SHUT UP!" one of the guys said as he pinned my arms down to the ground and another kicked me and shouted, "Turn over."

"No, please stop, Le...L…..LET ME GO!!, HELP, ANYBODY HEL—"SHUT UP" The guy pinning my arms down said as he punched me in the face and spit in my mouth.

What was I to do? I couldn't do anything but obey. They would do nothing but continue to torture me if I hadn't otherwise.

"Mike, turn him over" The guy standing over me said as he looked at me and smiled.

I've never seen these guys before; they don't look like they're from around here. Maybe they just moved in town. Hopefully so. That way I can report them for what they are about to do to me.

Mike, the guy holding me down, unzipped his pants and pulled his wanker out. "Watch this Jeff." He said as he pissed in my face, causing my reaction to be so predictable. I turned over to keep it from getting in my face.

I tried to make a run for it. I quickly got up and took one step when Jeff grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to him. He wrapped his arm around my waste in the front and whispered in my air. "Now you're going to play nice today. You're going to enjoy every second of this. And if you don't" He pulled out a pocket blade from his pocket and directed it to my throat "Then you and your pretty little body of yours will make it home tonight in pieces. I'll cute you apart, piece" (he slid the blade down across my chest) "by" (he then slid the blade to my private area) "Piece."

Jeff slid the blade up and down my private area of my pants to try to get me in the kinky mood. It really didn't help any seeing as I'm being forced to do it. I don't know why this has to happen to me. All I wanted was to take a shortcut through the woods to get home from the movies. I couldn't bear to walk 25 minutes across the sidewalk again, when I can cut through the woods and make it home in 15 minutes. Why? Why did it have to be today that I chose to take the shortcut?

Jeff slid the blade up to the button keeping my pants on and slowly cut it off to make sure my body remained beautiful so he could gain pleasure of it. "Mike, hold him" he said as he pushed me into the arms of Mike. And sure enough Mike held me down, face first, in the dirty grass. I figured, with my face being forced in the ground like this, there's on way they can see me cry. And that's exactly what I did. I cried. Why is this happening to me? Am I being punished for my sexuality? Am I supposed to enjoy being raped by two guys just because I'm gay? Nobody deserves this type of punishment. God I love you, I really do. But why me? That's the question of the fucking year. Why?

Jeff slowly walked behind me and stood over me. I know because I felt his presence. Not to mention I heard him taking his pants off. "Please don't do this" I said hopelessly, trying to find some way to sound convincing that I should be let go. "My friends will be worried if I'm not home, please don't do this" "Ha, you're friends will be worried if you're not home." Jeff said as he took his blade and made his way over to my face and held the blade to my throat. "You think your friends will worry if you're not home? Hmm..." Jeff checked out my entire body before his face turned red from anger. "PLAY ALONG NICE AND YOU'RE friends WILL BE HAPPY YOU'RE EVEN HOME AT ALL!!" he yelled and then realized he lost his cool. "But how will your mother feel if you make it home in pieces?"

There is no way out of this. I have to do as they say or I'm a dead man. Ok I can't make it home dead, I have to stop crying and pretend I want it. Ok I can do this…… But…. I can't. I can't stop crying. I'm going to die tonight. This is it… My final breath.

Jeff took the blade from my neck and walked over to my feet. He pulled my shoes and socks off and tossed them behind him. Then he slowly made his way to my back and slipped his hands through my shirt and rubbed his hands up and down across my back. I could feel his rough hands searching my body. He opened my legs in the style of a snow angel and sat down in the center of them, but behind my butt. He then took his hands and felt across my lets until they met with each other to the pant pockets on my butt. He rubbed forward and backward and left and right.

Mike released my arms and grabbed my head with one hand and forcefully pushed it down in the dirty grass. I had no idea why he did that until I heard the sound of a zipper. I can't believe I'm about to get physically raped in both directions. "Let's make him squirm Mike" Jeff said as he grabbed the top of my pants and yanked it off along with my boxers.

This is it; I'm really going to die tonight. This is my final breath…

"Lift up your head and enjoy every moment of this" Mike said "and while you're at it, get in the doggie style position so my captain can have a little fun of his own… Oh, and if you refuse, Well…. You know the deal."

Mike looked up at Jeff and said "Tim is going to thank us later."

What? Tim? Is he the reason why I'm about to be raped?