Kyle awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. He Jumped up in fright, nearly falling out of the bed. Once he realized it was the clock he sighed heavily and slammed his hand on the off button. He immediately curled into a ball and cried. The memories of last nights encounter coming back. He was hoping that it was all just a nightmare but now. The blood on the bed was proof enough of that.

He calmed down once he realized how cold he was. Realizing he didn't have ANY cloths on. He leaned over and got his pants and a random tee shirt from the floor and achingly put them on. That wasn't so bad. He tried to walk but soon had to hunch over. He hissed in pain trying so hard not double over and stay standing. "Kyle! Time for breakfast young man!" His mom called from down the steps.

There was no way he was able to even walk to the door let alone the steps. Maybe if he faked sick enough his mom would let him stay home. He slowly made his way to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet bowl and...he hated doing this to himself...forced his finger down his throat, making himself at least sound like his going to puke. His mom heard it from downstairs and walked up to his the bathroom and lightly knocked on the door. "Bubby? You alright in there?" He spoke up weakly while leaning on the bowl. "I'm just not feeling well mom." She sighs and calmly walks in. her face falls in concern a little seeing her baby looking so ill.

"aww I'll let the school know you wont be in. Do you need me to stay home with you?" He shook his head. "No, I should be able to take care of myself. I'll just be sleeping all day." She smiled weakly but suddenly there was another set of footsteps, then he head the same gruff voice he heard last night. Making his heart stop in pure terror. "Everything ok up here?" He sees Kyle near the bowl and he almost wants to smile smugly.

Sheila chimes in. "Oh Rick! Kyle is just a little sick, he'll be staying home from school today." Rick knelled down to eye level and smiles, since sheila cant see him. "Poor thing." Him and Kyle locked eyes for a moment but it felt like hours to the trembling red head. He saw the worst kind of predator in those eyes. Waiting to capture him.

He stands back up and puts a calming hand on sheilas shoulder. "Don't worry, I can stay home with him." Kyle swore he went pale when he looked him directly in the eyes. "I'll take good care of him." Sheila just smiled. "Oh good. Well I'll going to get ready and go then." Sheila leaned down and gave her son a kiss on the head. "Feel better bubbla. I'll see you later." Kyle remained silent, watching his only help walk out the door. soon as she was out his true colors shown and he knelled down with the tiniest of smile/smirk gracing his scruffy face. He gently touched Kyle's face. Kyle was scared stiff and barely breathed. "Your so beautiful Kyle." Suddenly he stood up and closed the bathroom door. Locking it. Sealing the small Jews fate. He turned around and unzipped his front. "It'd be even more beautiful to see your lips around my cock. Get over here." Kyle bit his lip to keep from crying. He couldn't move, he was so scared.

Suddenly rick bounded over in the small bathroom and grabbed Kyle by his hair, also clamping a hand over his mouth. Kyle cried out in pain as he dragged him some two feet by his hair. He whispered harshly, thru his teeth once Kyle was where he wanted him. "When I say to do something, you do it." Then he suddenly punched him on the side of his face,making him fall over but he was soon lifted upright by the back of his neck. Kyle's face was met with the cock that violated him just that morning.

"Suck it or I make you suck it." Kyle complied out of fear. He just wanted to sleep. He just wanted this nightmare to be over. As his lips touched the mans member he nearly wanted to puke. All his mind kept chanting was. ! Apparently to Rick he he wasn't fast enough. Rick grabbed his hair and pushed his head back and fourth, causing the poor red head to gag. Rick suddenly pulled out, out of breath. He grabbed Kyles Arm and dragged him out of the bathroom. And threw him into his room roughly. Rick grabbed the lube he used last night and lubed himself up. Kyle tried to get away. "No! Stop this! Please!" But before he could stand up, Rick grabbed his ankles ,effectively stopping him from escaping. A sob escaped him. He didn't care if family was home anymore. He just wanted this to stop.

He nearly ripped the pants off Kyle and started pressing his cock to the abused entrance. Kyles hands were tiny in comparison to the huge hands holding down his wrists so tightly. He tried so hard not to scream to cry out in pain. Tears continued to pour down his face once rick was all the way in. he started thrusting fast. His cries ignored by the moans coming from above him. Suddenly Rick grabbed Kyle's neck, pressing his thumbs into his windpipe. Kyle couldn't breath. For 25 agonizing seconds Rick remained like that. He then felt Rick come inside of him. As Rick started to stand up he started laughing lowly as Kyle caught his breath, coughing.

"Poor thing." Kyle was too scared to even move as tears of fear started running down his face. Rick gently held him and picked him up by his arms. "There..we..are. How about you go to bed and I'll come check on you later." He walks Kyle back to his bed and kyle complies. Too scared to move or fight. He sat down on his bed and rick started handing him the covers. "Go to sleep." Then he smiles smugly.

He starts to laugh lowly as he walks out the door but suddenly he stops and turns around. "I just thought of something." He walks over a little faster, causing kyle to curl up but rick goes to his bedside desk and grabs his cell. Kyles heart dropped, his only other chance for hope gone. More tears fell but he was too scared to move. "Don't want you talking too much. You should be resting." Then he walks out the door, nearly slamming it. Kyle's chest heaved with repressed sobs and tears but he was scared that he would come up again if he was too loud. He figured he should listen and try to sleep. He knew Eric would come for him. He would know by now that something is off. Kyle laid down and curled into a ball. Keeping his cries quiet.

Eric sat in class, his foot shaking restlessly . He'd been calling and texting Kyle all morning and he got no answer. He was in his last class now and it couldn't go faster. Kenny looked worriedly over toward Eric and scribbled something a some notebook paper. Quietly handing it to him. Eric opens it up. "You ok dude?" Eric writes back. "No. That damn Jew hasn't replied back all day." Kenny replied. "He's sick, hes probably sleeping and cant reach it." "It's not like him to have his phone far away. Something is wrong and I'm going to find out." Kenny sighed. He wanted Eric to see reason and calm down but he knew he was right. He felt something to. Something was wrong.

Once school ended Eric nearly ran out the door to his beater pick up truck. He quickly started it up and sped off to kyles house. He stopped in front of it with a screech and walked up to the door. He knocked on it about 4 times. He waited a moment then the door opened. He didn't recognize the man but right way he knew something wasn't right. Rick smiled kindly. "May I help you?" Eric was taken aback. Too lost in thought. "ahh yeah. I'm here to see kyle." Rick stood aside. "Right upstairs." Eric mumbled a thank you and jogged up the stairs.

He knocked on the door and came in without an answer. "Kyle? You in here?" Kyle woke groggily. "Eric?" The large brunette stepped into the room in large strides and sat on the bed by him. "Why didn't you answer any of my calls or texts?" Kyle sat up slowly. He had no idea what to say to him. He remained silent. He looked sternly at kyle, seeing the faint tint of a bruise on his neck. Before Eric could talk Kyle froze soon as the door opened once again. Rick walked in carrying a bowl of soup. "kyle, I made soup for you." Kyle kept quiet and looked down and spoke quietly. "Thanks." Rick smiled softly, like a caring parent and put the bowl down softly on the desk next to Kyle's bed. He gently ruffled his hair. "Poor thing is so sick he can barely walk." Rick locked eyes with kyle, reminding him silently of what happened. Kyles eyes filled with tears that he held back.

"I'll leave you two alone. I'm sure your friend has been very worried about you." Rick walked out the door, making sure to lock eyes with kyle, smirking where Eric cant see. Eric quickly turned back from watching Rick leave. He looked at kyle sternly. His hand gently touching the bruised neck. He needed to know. He spoke quietly. Almost lowly. "Who the fuck did this to you? tell me what happened right now." A tear went down Kyles face. Kyle looked down, shamefully. He spoke quietly, almost a whisper but Eric heard it loud and clear. "He raped me." His mind went numb. He wasn't sure if he heard right. If his Sick-with-worry mind might be catching up with him. But no. he heard it.

He tried to keep the boiling rage underneath contained in front of his broken boyfriend. He needed comfort now. Kyle shakily brought out his hands. Eric gently took a hold of both Wrists. Touching them as if they were made of the finest glass. Bruises. Dark ones. Eric's mind began do analyze it. Kyle was pinned down and that sick fuck was into choking.

He ran his shaking hands thru his brown hair. His elbows now resting on his knees as if the words Kyle spoke were large weights on his shoulders. He spoke. Almost to himself. "I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him." Kyle tried to keep the bubbling cries from him escape but a quiet sob came out of his mouth before he could stop it. Eric quickly looked up and saw Kyles chest heaving with quiet cries of anguish. He leaned more on the bed til he was sitting next to Kyle with his legs on the bed and held him gently. Running a hand thru his curls gently. Kyle turned his head into Eric's chest and cried loud as he could, making sure it was muffled.

Eric held on to him tighter as he cried. He wanted to cry himself. How could he allow his little Jew to befall to such horror? He was suppose to protect him. And he failed. Eric bit his lip, and closed his eyes tightly,trying to keep away his own tears. After the both calmed down enough Eric finally got some information out of him.

"So who is he anyway?" Kyle spoke tiredly. "He's a family friend of my dads. I should have known better. I felt something...off with him but I let him sweet talk me into thinking he was a decent guy." "Why is he here today? When did this happen?" "He practically lives here. He hangs out with my folks all the time." Kyle suddenly spoke quietly. "And...last night. He snuck thru my bedroom window. That's why I stayed home from school.. I faked being sick and my mom came right away but..I didn't know rick was here for breakfast." Eric sighed heavily and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry Kyle. I couldn't protect you." Kyle sat up and looked confused. "Why? What are you sorry for?" Eric didn't even look up to meet his boyfriends green orbs. "I wasn't here to protect you." Kyle was about to speak but Eric stopped him and spoke first, his voice wavering just a bit. "I couldn't protect you...but I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure he never touches you again." a tear went down his face before he could stop it. Before Eric could roughly wipe the stray tear away kyle held his face in his hands.

"This wasn't your fault that this happened. It was three in the morning. No one would have expected something like this to happen. But I know whatever I say wont make you change your mind so..just don't get caught." Kyles voice broke at the end. "your all I have."