Lunchtime was no better. He sat by himself like always in the corner of the cafeteria, watching as those around him laughed and ate and talked. Sometimes he wished he had somebody to sit with. Not even as friends, just close peers. They wouldn't even have to talk. They could just sit together in a peaceful silence. That would be fine.
Kurt was so immersed in his thoughts that at first he didn't notice his small corner table had become dark with the shadows of all sorts of jocks looming over him. He saw a large majority of the football team, some hockey players, a few of the swim team, and a couple of soccer players as well. He noticed that they were all strategically placed so that their bodies created a barrier that blocked the lunch monitors' view of anything that could potentially happen in the corner.
Kurt felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, taking note of the lack of an escape route. Nope, he was fucked. "What do you want?" He asked, failing to keep the shakiness out of his voice.
The boys all laughed at the look of fear on Kurt's baby face and a football player by the name of Rocky Johnson stepped forward, a hungry, eager gleam in his eyes. "Get her." He ordered, and Azimio and Karofsky stepped forward.
Kurt shot out of his chair and backed up until his back hit the wall. His arms were seized and his legs were pulled up, his feet ungracefully hitting the table.
"Stop!" Kurt yelled, kicking and struggling as they laid him out on the table. Baker and Lenganthol grabbed his arms and held them down on the table while Azimio and Karofsky spread his legs apart.
Kurt let out a scared cry and writhed desperately as Ricky walked forward and rested his hands on Kurt's narrow waist.
"What a pretty little faggot." He smirked and his hands slowly traveled up to Kurt's chest. He massaged his breasts before removing his hands completely and grabbing the hem of Kurt's shirt.
Tears were stinging Kurt's eyes and he knew that any amount of pleading wouldn't stop them.
That doesn't mean he didn't try anyway.
"Please! Please! Please!" He cried over and over as his top was removed and his bra unhooked, then ripped off as well, revealing his perky pale breasts and pink nipples that hardened as they hid the cool air. They flopped from side to side as he squirmed and writhed, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Very nice." Ricky smirked. "What do you think, boys?"
Kurt gasped and cried out as he felt several pairs of rough hands squeeze and press at his breasts as the flopped around. Ricky took them both in his hands and squeezed them together, laughing at the tears that fell down Kurt's cheeks.
It only got worse from there. His skirt was pulled down and off, then his shoes and socks were removed so that he was clad in nothing but the flimsy material of his thong, which was ripped away only a few seconds later, leaving him naked and exposed on the table.
Fully crying, Kurt pressed his thighs together and Ricky ran a hand over the front of Kurt's pussy, petting it before pulling his legs apart and spanking it a few times. "Hold them." He told Azimio and Karofsky. He smiled as Kurt started to sob. This was nothing like the carwash. At least his pussy hadn't been on display like an exhibit in a museum. Everybody had clear view of his hairless genitals, the lips of his vagina plump, pink, and much to Kurt's horror, glistening with wetness.
"Would you look at that?" Ricky smirked. He brought a finger up through the folds before holding up a single shiny finger to the rest of the boys. "Somebody's excited."
"Fucking queer. This is a fantasy. Being fucked in a roomful of guys." Karofsky snorted.
A bolt of fear struck Kurt and he looked up in alarm. Fuck? They were going to rape him? Here? At school? In front of everybody?
"Stop!" Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs. "Rape!"
"Oh shut up." Azimio said. "Nobody can hear you."
It was true. His screams couldn't be heard over the deafening chatter of the cafeteria. Kurt was about to try again anyway but the feeling of a thumb rubbing over his clit shut him right up as a wave of pleasure washed through him. He cried in discomfort as a finger entered his vagina, twisting around before a second finger was added. He whimpered in pain as the fingers scissored and stretched him.
"I can't wait to mess up your little virgin pussy." Ricky smirked, adding a third finger. Then he pulled them out and forced the fingers into Kurt's mouth. "Suck."
Kurt turned red in humiliation at the jeers he received as he was forced to clean his own juices off of the boys' fingers with his tongue. He tried to resist at first, but that had only gotten him another slap and the folds of his vagina were beginning to sting.
Ricky then walked around so that Kurt could see him if he turned his head. "Get ready." Ricky chuckled, unzipping his pants and pulling out his mammoth-size cock. Kurt nearly fainted at the thought of having it inside of him.
"I promise to do whatever you want, just don't rape me." Kurt sobbed. "I'll give you money, or do your homework or anything! Just please don't do this!"
"Begging?" Ricky sneered. "Thought you were better than that, Hummel."
Kurt's face crumpled at that and he turned into a sobbing bawling mess on the table.
"This is just pathetic." Karofsky scoffed.
Ricky motioned for the boys holding Kurt to move him forward so that his legs were hanging over the edge of the table. He quickly gave his already hard a cock a few jerks then rolled a condom on and lined it up with Kurt's throbbing cunt. He started out slow, then quickly began to speed up, thrusting harder.
Kurt screamed in pain, weeping as he felt a pinch and tear inside of him.
"That must be the cherry." Ricky grunted.
He grabbed Kurt's legs on either side of him to get a better angle, pounding into the screaming virgin (not so much anymore) beneath him as all around him, jocks rooted and cheered him on. He felt himself getting close and with a few more deep thrusts, he came inside of Kurt with a groan. He lazily thrust a few more times then pulled out as his cock began to soften. He removed the condom and tossed it onto Kurt's lunch tray, then surveyed the naked sophomore on the table in front of him who was sobbing and broken-looking.
Kurt curled into a ball as he was released and felt somebody redressing him. He opened his eyes to see Quinn beside him.
"Get up." She ordered.
Kurt looked up at her in dumb surprise, tears still falling.
Quinn eventually grew impatient and pulled him up herself and he then realized that somebody was tugging his uniform back on. Quinn had his bra in her hand and he was guessing that his torn up thong had been thrown away.
He was blind with tears and paralyzed by the trauma of what had just happened. Santana and Brittany grabbed his arms and led him to the locker room where he was once again stripped and taken to the showers.
"Clean up." Quinn ordered.
Kurt cleaned up. He washed away the dirt, the sweat, the imaginary semen, and every trace of Ricky, Puck, Karofsky, Azimio, Baker, Lenganthol, Chaz, Josh, and every other jock that had laid a hand on him. He scrubbed and rinsed and soaped and lathered, but no matter how hard he washed, the memory stuck to him like bumper stickers to a car. Fucking impossible to remove.
When he got out of the showers, Santana, Quinn, Brittany, and all of the other girls were gone. He grabbed the towel they had laid out for him and walked over to his locker, only to find that his clothes were completely gone. His bag was probably still in the cafeteria.
So this was the icing on the mercilessly sadistic cake. Being forced to walk down the hallway, dripping with water, makeup runny and smudged, hair wet and tangled to the cafeteria; clad in only a towel. He shivered as the cool air hit his skin and he cringed at what sort of bacteria he was picking up on his bare feet. The towel, while thankfully fresh and not see-through, was barely long enough to cover his bottom. His neck and face were flaming red as he walked down the hall, desperately trying to ignore the stares and taunts, the suggestive calls and whistles that seemed to be constantly follow him.
A hand touched his shoulder and he screamed and flinched. He whirled around only to come face to face with Ms. Pilsbury, the school guidance counselor. Her face was laced with concern.
"Kurt?" She asked. "Are you alright? You're not wearing any clothes." She presented him with a large blanket that she wrapped around his shoulders and to his humiliation, he started to cry.
Kurt was sitting in Ms. Pilsbury's office when Burt arrived. He had a cup of coffee from the teachers lounge and he was still wrapped in the blanket, all of his clothes having been stolen.
"Is he alright? What happened?" Burt asked. "I brought clothes like you asked."
Ms. Pilsbury nodded, her hands folded together in front of her. "Kurt? Why don't you get dressed?" She suggested.
Burt did a double take at Kurt, realizing then that his son/daughter was naked except for a blanket. "What's going on?" He asked in surprise. "Where are your clothes?"
Kurt remained silent until Ms. Pilsbury took the clothes and set them in his lap. "Why don't you go to the teacher's bathroom and get dressed?" She repeated.
Kurt stood, his hands trembling slightly as he accepted the clothes and left, his bare feet padding on the floor.
Burt and Emma both watched to make sure he safely made it across the hall to the teacher's bathroom before sitting down at her desk. "Please take a seat, Mr. Hummel." She said, gesturing to a seat and Burt could easily hear the troubled tone in her voice.
"What's going on?" Burt demanded to know. "Why's my kid naked in school?"
"We think his clothes were stolen while he was in the locker room, judging by her-his wet hair." Emma said nervously.
Burt looked at her, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "There's something you're not telling me."
Emma fidgeted in her seat, her fingers tapping on the desk. "Umm, Mr. Hummel, Kurt was extremely upset when I found him in the hallway. He screamed when I touched him and refused to leave the office until you arrived."
Burt tensed. "I don't understand. Kurt said everything was fine. That the bullying had stopped."
"He didn't come to use with any complaints, but I noticed that there are bruises forming on his forearms." Emma said, breathing heavily. She was getting anxious. "A few lunch monitors had reported a big crowd around a table. A-and they found a used condom on a lunch tray where Kurt was sitting."
Burt's fists clenched. "What are you trying to say?"
Emma took a deep breath and placed her palms flat on the desk.
"Mr. Hummel, I think Kurt has been raped."
*A/N: Congratulations. You have reached the end of the story.