"Hi this is Dan's phone sorry I can't take your call right now please leave a message after the tone"

"Hi Dan, its Phil I lost you at PJ's party so I'm walking back up home. I run out of money for a Taxi so I'll see you when I get home" Phil said quietly. He hated walking home at night when people were with him, so on his own was about 10 times worse. He felt a hand on his wrist. His body tensed up in pure fear.

Oh. My. God. This is it I am going to die.

He spun around to see Chris smiling behind him still holding on to his wrist. Phil allowed himself to slowly relax.

"Did I scare you?" Chris giggled

"Yes, you did I thought I was going to get attacked" Phil breathed

"Oh don't worry you'd have to be unlucky to get attacked round here. It's quite a clean area only about one crime happens here in like a year. Anyway where did you go? Dan was looking everywhere for you"

"I just left him a message I couldn't find him so decided to head home"

"Oh well I think he's already home he took a taxi, I better be off, stay safe Phil" Chris smiled running off in the opposite direction.

That's when it happened.

He was walking by a deserted alleyway when somebody grabbed him and pulled him into the passageway. Whoever it was pushed him up the wall hands pinned above his head. His heart was thumping in his chest. Maybe its one of the boys playing a practical joke on me. He thought, but that thought was soon pushed out of his head when the person started stroking up and down his chest.

"Ooh, we got a real pretty one this time boys" The man chuckles still stroking up and down the trembling boys chest. Every bit of hope and positivity left in Phil's body was replaced by fear. Phil couldn't hear what all the men surrounding him were saying the fear had deafened him as well as muting him. The next thing he knew he was being pushed to the ground. His hands and knees were burning from the rough gravel beneath him. One of the men tied his grubby fingers in Phil's hair forcing him to face upwards. Phil opened his mouth to say something, scream maybe but was quickly silenced by a punch in the nose.

"Don't bother, no one will care you worthless piece of s**t, do what we say and this will be over quickly" before Phil could reply the leader of the group thrust his fully erect penis into Phil's unprepared mouth, choking him. Phil had to fight the bile that was rising in his throat as the man thrust deeper and deeper into the back of his throat making him gag. The other men were stroking roughly and violently up and down his body. Up his sides on the insides of his thighs creating bruises wherever they touch. Phil felt the man fill his mouth with his liquids before he pulled out and put his hand violently over Phil's mouth.

"Swallow!" The leader commanded and waited for Phil to follow his order. Phil grimaced as he felt the vile stuff run down his abused throat. The man punched Phil in the face watching as he fell to the ground. The man proceeded to kick the scared man in the ribs with a resounding crack. Phil screamed in pain earning him a slap round the face.

"Be quiet… Dom" The main man shouted making another man obediently come forward. "I believe it is your turn today" He questioned earning a wide grin on the mans face.

The man pulled his trousers down to his ankles in record time as Phil waited for him to the same as the last man but he knew this was different as a man started to undo Phil's buttons as well earning him to squirm as it registered what was about to happen. The man through Phil's jeans and boxers over towards other five men. He placed Phil's legs over his own shoulders and without preparation thrust into him. Phil was a virgin in that area and felt as though he was being torn apart from the inside. He let out a long loud scream of pain and knew from then on he would never be the same again. I'm disgusting, like he said I'm worthless there is no point me going home tonight Dan won't trust someone as filthy as me being in the house with him. The man kept punching him in the face as he continued with the assault. Phil couldn't deal with hearing the mans moans of enjoyment he was getting from his own pain, the comments of how tight he was. He couldn't deal with the stinging, the burning and the relentless pain. He couldn't deal with the pressure the man was putting on his hips making them feel as though they would snap. Soon the man was finished but the other five were yet to have their turn. When all six had finished he was left alone, crying and in pain.

Please save me.