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Carlos did know a thing or two about sex, though he didn't know it was called that. All his life, Cruella had been beating the living shit out of him. But one day she didn't.
Carlos was twelve at the time. Cruella opened the door for a man who handed her some money. Cruella counted it (she was such a greedy woman) and then left, saying she'd be back in an hour.
As soon as Cruella was gone, the man approached Carlos, who backed away. But in a millisecond the man lunged at his victim, grabbing him by the arm with a steel grip. He threw Carlos onto his stomach and positioned himself on top of the boy, licking his neck. Carlos tried to fight it, but the man was violent and unrelenting. Unable to do anything but bite his lip, Carlos endured a terribly brutal raping that day.
And it wasn't the first time. Word spread, and Carlos unwillingly became a prostitute. Several times a day, his body would be used for sex. But he didn't care.
Granted, he hated it. But he had always hated his life. It was just something that happened to him. Evie was the only one who ever knew; she just always knew that kind of thing. When she asked him about what was happening, he told her that no, he didn't like it; but no, there was nothing he could do about it. Evie understood that there was nothing she could do, either.
Clearly he didn't understand just how wrong his situation was, but Evie didn't have the heart to tell him. It wouldn't have changed anything anyways.
Carlos did not know that the men were using him for pleasure. He thought they just did it to hurt him, hired by his mother to inflect new pains she herself could not. Carlos knew nothing of sexual pleasure.
Oh, but how he hated what was done to him.
When he came to Auradon, Carlos assumed that his sexual abuse was just another horror of the Isle, and could not happen here. So he let his guard down.
He should have known Chad was just planning on hurting him the moment he pulled out his penis. But now, it was too late. Chad was already on top of him, and Carlos did what he always did: nothing.
Chad hungrily bit at Carlos's mouth, raking his fingernails through the younger boys hair, then down his chest, over his abs, and down to his hips and thighs. Carlos writhed.
Chad paused for a moment to take of his shirt, which he threw across the floor. Before descending back on top Carlos, Chad pulled down his pants as well, leaving him in nothing but a white jockstrap. Carlos was still fully clothed.
Chad wanted to change that.
He took Carlos's lack of protest as a sign that he was okay with it. Not bothering to be gentle, the older of the two ripped off the younger boy's shirt, then his shorts. Perhaps Chad would have noticed all the scars and burns mixed in with the freckles on the exposed chest in front of him if he had not had all his focus on Carlos's black briefs.
With a rip and a hardly audible yelp, Chad threw the briefs across the room and, finally, looked down on a naked Carlos.
Carlos was so fucking beautiful.
A barely visible trail of hair led down from Carlos's lower abs and down past his v line (which was godly). The trail grew thicker then till it was a metaphorical bush sitting above the real prize. Normally Chad would disapprove of unshaven meat, but Carlos's pubes were only dark at the root, and white at the tips. It was fucking beautiful.
And there under his pubes lay his junk. He wasn't hard, he was too used to being touched for it to arouse him. Nevertheless, he was large. And thick.
His penis was darker in tone than his surrounding skin, except the head of it, which was pink. Carlos's piss slit rather prominent. Freckles dusted the shaft and the whisky remains of his happy trail grew from his round ball sack. His soft dick rested on top of his balls.
It was fucking beautiful.
Carlos was confused as to why Chad seemed interested in his front side and not his back side. But the confusion was replaced with frantic panic and wonderful pleasure when Chad cupped Carlos's ball sack in his hand and lifted the soft dick from its resting position. It was heavy. Chad squeezed it.
Then he remembered himself and rubbed what was in his jockstrap. Chad wanted to milk this opportunity for all it was worth and before pulling the jockstrap down, he straddled Carlos's face.
Chads hairy ass descended on Carlos. Chad groaned and wiggled until Carlos's nose was stuck between the older boys ass cheeks and pressing up against the thin white strip of fabric of the jock strap. As Chad rolled his hips and slapped his own ass, Carlos's nose pressed the fabric against Chad's sensitive pink hole.
Then Chad was up and the jock strap was down. He grabbed Carlos's ankles and lifted them up high.
Carlos closed his eyes and waited for the paint. But instead if something thick and hard, Carlos felt something wet. He opened his eyes to see Chad's face planted against the younger boy's ass. The wet thing that felt so strange (but... not painful) must be Chad's tongue!
The ass Chad was eating could not be described in a way that would do it justice. It was muscular, but not overly so, still soft. There was hair on it, especially around the hole itself.
Carlos's boy hole was small, but once Chad had spread Carlos's juicy ass cheeks apart, the hole was all he could focus on. It was pink, moist, warm, ... Chad's tongue pushed deeper. Chad's hand was feverishly tugging his rock hard erection. As Chad switched his angle slightly, Carlos's penis changed position from resting atop his balls to resting in his abs.
Chad took his right hand and slid his pointer finger into the tight entrance to Carlos's body. Chad then moved his hand and put the same finger that had been inside Carlos into his own butt. Although Chad was a top, he couldn't help touching his own hole to see what it had felt like for Carlos. Chad loved it.
Chad added a second finger to his own opening and his dick twitched. He couldn't wait any longer. He used his left and to angle his tool while his right hand stayed in his ass, and Chad plunged inside Carlos.
Since Chad wasn't very wide, Carlos's pain was bearable. But Chad WAS long, and he was in so deep that his low hanging balls were touching Carlos's butt. He pulled out, then shoved in. Chad's balls made a slapping sound at each thrust.
The older boy took his fingers out of his butt hole and used the same fingers to fondle Carlos's junk. For the first time in years, Carlos began to support a semi.
But he never became fully hard, for at that moment Chad could not hold off any longer. With a guttural cry, he released himself into the boy underneath him. He felt his own cum sliding along his shaft as he made a few last thrusts. Then, when he pulled it out, there was a loud squishing noise followed by a pop.
Carlos just lay there.
Chad pulled his jockstrap over his softened cock and stepped into his jeans. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his head as he left the room.
He didn't know why he left, he just knew he could't stay.
Carlos rolled over onto his stomach once he was alone and stood up. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at a sick, sick, disgusting boy who had just almost ENJOYED his own TORTURE. He gathered his clothes and went back to his own room where he immediately got into the shower.
His tears were unnoticeable mixed into the water cascading from the shower head and down his scarred body. A long time ago his mother had etched the word 'cunt' into the Carlos's right shoulder. It was very small, just about three inches in length, and it was surrounded by other cuts and burns.
He didn't know what it meant, but he absentmindedly fan his fingers over the letters as the water began to grow cold. He hated Chad for bringing the horrors of his past to him here in Auradon. He exited the shower and got dressed before heading off to find the one person who he wanted to talk to: Evie.
Meanwhile, Chad was on the tourney field, furiously running sprints and doing updowns, He had fucked Carlos, and it was great, but he wasn't happy. Far from it, he was angry as ever. Because looking back he realized something pretty fucking important. Carlos hadn't enjoyed it.
And Chad hated Carlos for that.