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"BEEP, BEEP!" yelled my alarm clock, waking me up with a start. I slammed my fist on it and sat up, groaning as I scratched my long shaggy brown hair and rubbed the sleep from my blue eyes, yawning.
"Jack, are you up yet?" yelled my brother Josh, "because I'm leaving for school."
"Yeah," I croaked. I stood up cursing the cold wooden floors. I grabbed a towel and got in the shower. After the shower, I got dressed and got all of my stuff for school, making extra sure I didn't leave my music behind. I left the house and locked the door. I walked to school and went to first bell. The day was so boring, it was the same everyday. I went to all my core classes, ate lunch, and then went to study hall, Spanish, and finally band.
I was now going to the unpredictable soccer practice but I was still bored. I stopped in the hall and hoped something very interesting would happen today. I changed in the locker room with the guys and went out to the field. At first it was the same old warm ups, but then Mr. Sone came out and took Mr. Josh, our coach, inside. The other guys and I played a game of soccer then headed off to the locker rooms because Mr. Josh never came back out. Unfortunately the doors were locked, so I went around back to open the front door.
When I opened the back door I heard noises- it sounded like two people heavily breathing, like they had just finished the mile and someone else was crying. I peeked around the corner and almost screamed. Mr. Sone and Mr. Josh were raping some blonde boy. Mr. Sone had his dick in the kid's mouth and Mr. Josh had his in the kid's ass. I was disgusted at myself as I started to harden at the sight of this. They moaned really loud then threw the kid to the ground, laughing and yelling threats at him as he got dressed quickly and ran right past me through the back doors. The coaches went to the front door and let all the kids in. I sat with my back to the lockers and listened to the guys shower, change, and leave. Not long after all the guys had left, Mr. Sone came back calling my name.
"Jackie? Where are you? Come out, come out where ever you are," he turned the corner and looked down at me grinning evilly, "found you, whatcha doing? I heard you had been sitting there for a while. What'd you see?"
"N-Nothing," I whispered, scooting back. He walked toward me until I was against the wall, then squatted in front of me.
"Some how I don't believe that, not with a boner that size," he said grabbing my crotch. Mr. Sone frowned, "don't lie to me Jack."
"I won't tell anyone I swear! Please just let me go." I cried as he knelt in front of me, his knees under my thighs rubbing at my crotch. "Are you going to rape me?"
"Awww, don't look so scared Jack, I think you'll like it," he leaned in and kissed me. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I bit down hard. Mr. Sone yelped and pulled back. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, hitting it so hard against the wall I saw white dots causing pain in my head, neck, and upper back. He put his knee on my crotch, pushing down, causing me to cry out.
"You want to play games, fine," he yelled in my face, "Mr. JOSH! He bit me."
"Really?" he said walking toward us, "Jack, you hurt Mr. Sone?" I nodded and he slapped me hard. "We don't bite, got it?" I nodded. Mr. Sone stripped me of my clothes and forced me to kneel in front of the bench as he grabbed my cock and dug his nails into it, making me whimper.
Mr. Sone shoved his cock in my mouth, making me gag; he started to fuck my mouth. Mr. Josh was tying something around my balls, as Mr. Sone was moaning. Some time after, Mr. Sone grabbed my head and shoved it into his pelvis, moaning real loud, and started filling my mouth with his liquid, forcing me to swallow it.
"Jackie, I want you to beg me to fuck you, you whore." Mr. Josh whispered in my ear.
"Please just let me go, I just want to go home." I cried.
"Beg me Jack!" Mr. Josh said firmly as he pulled on the rope that tightened on my balls, causing me to cry out.
"I just want to go home! I won't tell!" Mr. Josh picked up his belt and began to whip me with the belt buckle. I started to bleed and cry out.
"Beg bitch, beg!" he yelled.
"Please let me go," I begged and he slapped me.
"The next words out of your mouth better be 'Mr. Josh please fuck me' or I will beat you to a pummel!" he yelled. The room was silent except for my pounding heart and heavy breathing. "Well?" he asked.
"Please, Mr. Josh ....... let me go." I said. He punched me and he and Mr. Sone beat me for what seemed like hours. Finally they stopped, but Mr. Josh grabbed my face and said, "Beg me."
"Let me go home please," I begged and he slapped me. He whispered something in Mr. Sone's ear and left. Mr. Josh came back moments later with a picture of my family.
"I'll give you till Friday to come to me on your knees after practice, begging me to fuck you or I'll rape, torture, and kill all of your family!" he yelled. Tears filled my eyes blinding me, but unfortunately I didn't need to see to know his next move. "Starting with…." he pointed to some one on the picture "Josh."
Mr. Sone threw me against the wall so that my wrist hit the floor first. Pain struck up my arm causing me to cry out and they both turned to leave, laughing.
"WAIT!" I yelled, causing both to spin back around to me.
"Yes?" said Mr. Josh.
"I'll do it," I said standing up.
"No need to stand up, I want you on your knees where sluts like you belong," he said viciously. I got on my knees.
"Good, now crawl toward me." I did, and once I was in front of him he shoved my face into his crotch. At first I tried to pull back, but stopped when I realized how useless it was. He shoved me back, "Did you feel that?" I nodded. "Good now I want you to beg for it." I swallowed hard.
"Mr. Josh please f-fuck m-m-e."
"How bout you try 'Mr. Josh, please take your large cock and shove it up my useless ass because I'm just a toy for you to abuse. Please treat me like the slut I am', you say that and I'll give you what your begging for you whore."
"Mr. Josh, please.... take your large c-cock and uh, shove it up my u-useless a-ass because I'm just a uh, t-toy for you to um, a-a-abuse. Please treat me like the um, the ..... s-slut I uh, I am." I stuttered, trying not to cry. Mr. Josh picked up the rope pulling it hard toward him, causing me to cry out. He shoved my head down.
"Save it, you will need it while I'm fucking you till you bleed just like you wanted bitch!" He laid me on my back and spread my legs apart; he roughly toyed with my cock and balls. Then he took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and said "Put it where you need it bitch!" I slowly led it to my ass and pressed it against my hole. Mr. Josh rammed into me, causing me to scream from the pain. Tears streamed down my face as he pounded in and out of me. Soon my sounds of pain turned to pleasure because he continuously hit this spot that caused a rush of pleasure to ripple through my body. Soon I was moaning like the slut he had described me as. I was like the biggest slut in the world, lying on the ground begging for some 30 year old man to fuck me.
"Jackie you're a whore, say it!"
"I'm a whore," I whispered. Some how I was flipped on my hands and knees and Mr. Josh was grabbing my hair, pounding in and out of me. Finally he moaned and a warm liquid filled my ass. He threw me to the ground and Mr. Sone came up and kicked me hard in the ribs.
"That's right slut, you're my bitch!" they left laughing.
I sat up leaning against the back of the wall, feeling faint. I wasn't sure I could walk. I began shivering, I felt like a thick ball of ice was resting in the center of my abdomen. My entire body began to shake. I felt a bit like jell-o and was positive I couldn't get to my feet. My mind was like a whirlwind, replaying what had just happened. My stomach felt very sickly, I was sure I would puke. I tried to will it away. I didn't want to see the white that would make it real, I just wanted to forget. But as much as I tried, the whirlwind never stopped, it never even slowed. My head began pulsating. What had I done? Had I just allowed myself to be tainted? Why had I stopped them from leaving? I could have let them leave and told someone what happened, so why didn't I? I knew the answer to my question and before I could lock it away it burst. I had wanted it! I was a whore! How could I go home? How could I face my father, Jasmine, and Josh? They would hate me and kick my dirtiness to the curb. I can't disappoint them, I can't.
With that thought, I got to my feet and stumbled to the shower, desperate to clean up. I turned the water on, as hot as it would go. The water scolded me but I didn't care. I started scrubbing my skin, but as much as I scrubbed the feeling wouldn't go away. I began to cry in my frustration. Was being clean such a difficult task? I fell to my knees sobbing; my skin was bright red from the temperature of the water, and the scrubbing of my skin. I could feel the tingle behind my neck and I knew what was about to happen. I gagged slightly on my tears but it was enough, my lunch and everything after it came back up. I puked and puked, I felt like I was puking up my insides. As I began to believe I would never stop, I did. I was shaking harder than before, feeling sicker than before, and even felt more lightheaded than before. I stood quickly not wanting to look at my puke. A little to quickly apparently, because I fell back down and fainted.
"JACK!" I heard someone yell. I opened my eyes as someone reached me. They took off their jacket, wrapping it around me. Next I could feel them adding some towels.
"Oh porcupine what happened?" I automatically curled into my brother when I heard my nickname; he called me porcupine because of my hair which stuck out like crazy.
"Josh," I said curling into him. He held me tightly, pulling me away from the water.
"I'm right here buddy," he whispered, pulling me even closer, "did you have a seizure?" I stiffened remembering what happened. Josh's pure mind thought of a simple, innocent cause to how he found me- my epilepsy acting up. How could Josh even possibly come to the conclusion that I had fucked my gym coaches? I knew I wasn't ready for Josh to shun me, so I nodded.
"Jackie I'm sorry, I know how scary those are for you," he whispered rocking me. I buried my face into his neck, his familiar smell of cigarettes and Old Spice calmed me down some.
"I wanna go home Joshie," I sobbed. "Please can we go home?"
"Yeah, sure thing kiddo," he scooped me up. Josh wasn't much bigger than me, but had no problem lifting me.
"I can walk, please put me down," I whispered tiredly. Josh ignored me, grabbing my stuff and walking me out of the locker room. As Josh carried me through the hallways of my school, I heard many gasps and whispers. Halfway to the parking lot we were stopped by Mr. Gonzales.
"What is going on?" he asked, his voice hinting at a Cuban accent.
"He had a seizure and collapsed in the boy's locker room," Josh explained. Mr. Gonzales took my stuff from Josh and helped us to the car. Josh set me down in the front seat and shoved my backpack in the back.
"Take him to the hospital," Mr. Gonzales said before walking back to the school. Josh didn't say anything, but I knew instantly we weren't going home.
