"Pretty Boy x Quiet Kid"
Short story contains contents of rape, sexual abuse, and suicidal thoughts.
Read at your own risk
Goemon looked up at the albino with a bright red blush, wide-eyed as he was pinned down to the ground. This isn't exactly how he thought his day would go.
That morning, Goemon had his test handed back to him only to have it be the worst grade he has ever received as a high school student. And it wasn't even a decent grade, it was the lowest grade in the class. He was given the exception to bring up his grade with some extra homework assignments and study material to prepare for the next test, but that was as good as it was going to get.
"So, you're going to figure out how to bring up your grade and pass the next test?" Goemon's friend Saizo asks him as they sat in the shade of a tree in the school's courtyard, enjoying their bentos for lunch before they got on with the rest of their day.
"I don't know, Saizo, but I don't want to study myself. I think I'm going to have to find a tutor." Goemon sighed, picking at this rice and fish.
Goemon wasn't the smartest one in the bunch. But he passed his classes enough to where he is on a path to graduation. He was known as something else in the school; Pretty Boy. He took no offense to the nickname, but it didn't quite suit him. He is quite popular with the girls in his school and is known as one of the hottest men in his class. His friend Saizo right behind him.
"Do you have anyone in mind?" Saizo takes a sip from his water bottle, watching his friend sit with his shoulders slumped.
"Is there anyone in our class who is smart enough to teach me this shit?" That wasn't his only concern.
He was picky with who he wanted him to study with. The other guys in his class kinda hated him or looked up to him like a Sex God, which he found quite creepy. And the girls would always try to flirt with him. He thinks they lose brain cells every time he comes into the room.
"I would help but I have track after school." Saizo shook his head, giving Goemon an apologetic look.
"Nah, it's fine. How is track going by the way?" Goemon asks, switching subjects to take his mind off of the thought of him failing his senior year of high school.
"Not bad. One of the captains quit so now we're looking for a replacement. And we have a meet coming up if you want to watch." Saizo closes his bento box and ties it in his cloth bag again.
"Man, don't I miss track." Goemon leans back against the tree and looks up through the branches, remembering his 5 years spent on the team.
"I would say you should try joining again, but we're halfway through the year and you have other things to worry about." His friend says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and found that the bell for lunch to be over was about to ring. "Hey, come on. Let's get to class."
Goemon looks down at his partial eaten bento and nods. "Yeah, let's go."
Class was over and Goemon roamed the halls in boredom. There were few people left in the school, it was either the student body and their jobs or it was the students who stayed after for club activities. Goemon had still yet to find someone who he is willing to hire to help him pass the class and graduate. Until he passed classroom 3-B, someone caught his eye.
Sitting in a desk closest to the window, a quiet-looking student read a book in his hand and seemed to have zoned the world out of his mind. The classroom was quiet and empty, silent enough to hear the student's breathing. Goemon watched him for a moment and attempted to register this student and felt somewhat lost. He doesn't quite remember seeing him around the school, or even ever.
Walking into the classroom, Goemon walked up to the student and sat in the seat in front of him, chair between his legs and looking back at the still person. He doesn't seem to acknowledge his presence as he sat in front of him and stared at him for a hot minute.
"Hey, quiet kid," Goemon calls, but the student stays still and continues to read.
Goemon continues to watch the student and observes him as he read. He wore a beanie over his head but his white locks spilled out and over his face. He had a pale complexion to him but it didn't seem to have any issue to him as he had a lovely shaped face and red thin lips.
A sudden tapping was than heard. It was faint but Goemon heard it. Dull and faint. He didn't see anyone around and the hallway was empty. None of the windows were opened and there wasn't any wind outside. Frowning at the strange sound, Goemon looks back at the student and heard the faint tap coming from him. It was a faint metal tap that was being tapped against something hollow.
"Are you the one making that sound?" Goemon asks confusion before the albino student silently opens his mouth slightly and stuck out his tongue, revealing a metal piercing on his tongue that seemed to have been the source of tapping.
Gomeon let out a grumble as he watched the kid not react to him in any way. It was kinda getting annoying in the silence of the room.
"Maybe I'll just call you Mouse since you're so quiet. But let's be honest, mouses make more noise than what you made in the last 5 minutes."
"Mice." The student simply corrects as he flipped the page of his book and continues on in silence.
"Oh, but that you reply to." Goemon groans in annoyance, dropping his head on the desk and running his hand through his hair.
It wasn't a moment later when he heard the book lay down on the desk and the student shift in his seat. Looking up from the desk, Goemon meets with his auburn eyes and finds a blank expression.
"I finish a chapter before having conversations." The albino explains in a hushed voice.
"Great, well now we can have an actual conversation. I'm Goemon, from class 3-C."
"Kotaro. 3-B."
"Great! I'm just curious if you by chance were an expert at any of the subjects we have been taught this past year?" Goemon gives the kid a nervous grin, praying internally that this guy could maybe be his tutor since he doesn't seem to give a shit about him.
"You need a tutor." He replies with a statement like he knew his position already.
Goemon looks at him in surprise for a moment before falling into the desk again and groaning, "I'm desperate."
"Do you have your things?" Kotaro asks, standing from the desk and putting his book into his shoulder bag.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I do. What are we,"
"I have some of the books on the subjects that would help you out." Kotaro begins walking out of the classroom with the Pretty Boy trailing behind in confusion.
"We're going to study at your house?" Goemon asks, catching up to the student.
"You want to pass the next test or not?" Kotaro glares at Goemon from the side, finally giving him an emotion after the past half hour.
"Tch." Goemon clicks his tongue but continues to follow in silence as the two walked down the streets of Iga.
They walked in silence side by side, Goemon glancing over at him from time to time. He had a strange feeling that he knew Kotaro from somewhere but he couldn't put his finger on it. The constant staring made a chill go up Kotaro's spine, turning slightly and catching Goemon's eyes. To his surprise, Goemon turned away with a blush on his cheeks and pursed his lips whilst looking down at the ground. He doesn't seem to understand how such a pervert and seducer would suddenly try to avoid eye contact and blush around him.
"Is there something you want to ask?" Kotaro keeps his eyes steady on the redhead next to him, continuing to keep a still expression.
"I'm just trying to figure out where I know you from," Goemon replies, causing a lump to form in Kotaro's throat. "I haven't seen you around the school but then again, I'm always minding my own business and doing my own thing. Did we go to middle school together?"
Kotaro halts as Goemon continued to walk ahead before noticing that the albino was falling behind. Looking back at him in curiosity, Goemon finds Kotaro standing and staring at him with a look of dismay, his eyes glazing and brows furrowed in.
"You don't remember?"
"We did go to the same school, didn't we?"
Kotaro looks away from his golden eyes and stares down at the ground for a moment before answering, "Yeah. Yeah, we did."
Picking up his stride once again, Kotaro kept his eyes off the student next to him as they continued towards his house. The rest of the way, Kotaro tried hard to keep the memories away from his sights. It was hard enough to try to forget them, but he knew if he was ever going to be able to surpass over such an event, he was going to swallow his pride and tutor the man next to him.
Goemon didn't know why Kotaro was suddenly acting like that, but he also didn't know him so he wasn't quite sure what to expect. Pulling out his phone, Goemon texts Saizo quickly and hope that he was either on break or they were done with club activities for the day. A minute doesn't go by before Goemon receives a text back from Saizo; asking who he found to be his tutor. Goemon smiled slightly, hoping that he made the right choice if Saizo were by chance to know the guy.
"We're here." Goemon looks up and finds a small apartment complex standing at 10 stories but looked to be full of suites. The courtyard was taken care of and looked like a zen garden, and to enter the building Kotaro had to swipe a card before entering an open lobby with a concierge greeting him with a bow.
"This place is fancy," Goemon comments as they step into the elevator.
Standing in silence as they made it to the top floor, Goemon continued to follow Kotaro until they made it to the room at the end of the hallway. Unlocking the door with the card again, the two enter the room and Goemon let out a sigh. The front hallway was dimly lit as it paved a way towards the kitchen and living room.
"You can put your stuff in the living room. Some of the books you'll want are on that shelf." Goemon drops his shoulder bag on the sofa and looks back at the wall of books behind him.
"This is a nice place, Kotaro." Goemon nods his head as he scans the room again.
"I'm going to change out of my uniform." Kotaro ignores the redhead and closes the door behind him.
Leaning against the door, Kotaro felt his heart racing out of his chest as he finally registered that he brought his attacker in his own home alone.
"This is fucked up." He whispers to himself as fragments of that night flashed behind his eyes.
Shaking the thoughts away, Kotaro doesn't rush as he undressed from his school uniform and into a plain black yukata with a white belt that wrapped around his waist three times.
Goemon sat staring blankly at his assignments and suddenly felt stressed at the amount of work he was given to bring up his grade. A buzz from his phone kicked him out of his thoughts and a text from Saizo made him confused.
Kotaro Fuma?
Goemon raised an eyebrow at his friend's question. He replied with a simple 'yes' before the dots on his phone pop up and stayed for half a minute. A photo was sent with a text following,
Kotaro was the kid we were made to rape 3 years ago.
Goemon's heart skipped a beat as he read the sentence. Taking a closer look at the picture, Goemon saw a kid with hands tied behind his back, naked from the waist down, a gag in his mouth, and thick black cloth covering his eyes. But even that much, it finally kicked to him that his tutor was raped by him.
"Do you want anything before we start?" Kotaro's voice startles Goemon as he nearly jumped out of his skin and tosses his phone. The albino gives him a strange look as he finishes tying his belt, pausing as he stared at the redhead sitting on the ground with a nervous smile.
"Oh, what, no, I'm good." Goemon smiles but he felt the sweat run down his back as he shivered in his skin.
"I ruined this guy's life. From what I can tell, he doesn't seem to know what's up with anything." Goemon thought to himself, woefully wrong about that.
"Alright." Walking over to the kitchen, Kotaro made his way to the fridge and pulled out two cans of ginger soda before walking over to the living room and placing one of the cans next to Goemon on the coffee table. Goemon looked at him in confusion when he places it next to him, but thanked him anyway for it. "What are we going to work on first?"
Goemon looks down at the stack of assignments before grabbing the first paper from the top. "Chemistry."
"Hmm," Kotaro observes the assignment sheet before asking for his test scores. "You didn't do too bad. From the looks of it, you may just need a refresher on the elements and compounds."
"Okay. That's good." Goemon takes a long drink of the soda before he notices Kotaro's yukata slipping off of his shoulder, revealing a curved scar on his shoulder. The flesh in the scar was a pale pink that stood out on his pale body, making the quiet kid look more badass than with his school uniform on. He then became curious about how he got it.
"That looks like a nasty scar." Goemon comments, nodding to his naked shoulder.
Pulling up the yukata, Kotaro continues to stare down at the piece of paper in his hands but completely ignoring the words on it.
"Got it when I was a child. Some freak event." He mutters under his breath.
"Yeah, I guess we all go through one of those in our lives." Goemon let out a small laugh of nervousness, attempting to lighten the mood around them but it only made the atmosphere stiffen.
"Yeah, you're right, I bet we all do go through them." Kotaro's aura darkens and it made the chills creep down Goemon's body, giving him goosebumps and standing up the hairs on his arms.
"Kot- agh!" Goemon was suddenly pinned down by the albino and stared up at him in fear.
"Considering you are the one that gave me this scar, I say we both had a traumatic event that night." While his voice was flat, the grip on his wrists said that he may have been extremely vexed with Goemon at the moment.
"Shit! So he does know!"
Goemon stared at Kotaro's bright red eyes, shivering in his skin as they pierced through him. They were scary to look at but gave off a sense of beauty as they gleamed with the light flooding through the windows. It was the first time he's seen his eyes like this.
"To think that I was going to let it go. You fooled me for a minute when you seemed to not remember the time you fucked me and messed me up on the inside. Barely even acknowledging me as a human; using me as your little fucking toy." Kotaro slowly slides his hand to Goemon's neck and gripped it tightly. Goemon tried to move his hand away but it didn't seem to budge. "I tried to go unnoticed with you these years. I tried to forget about that night. I tried to die this sick habit and bury the dirt and filth I am."
"Ko-tar-o," Goemon struggles to breathe as the grip got tighter, choking him with little effort.
"That won't satisfy me, though." Kotaro's grip loosens and the redhead let out a gasp for air.
"What do you plan to do with me?" Goemon asks, almost certain he knew the answer.
"I plan to rape you." Goemon's body froze in fear. Kotaro said it with such a straight face it made him worry how much of a psycho he was.
"You fucking pervert." Goemon voices through his teeth. "It happened 3 years ago. Let it go!"
Kotaro only tilts his head to the side as he listens to the student under him.
"Why me?! I wasn't the only one who did those things to you!"
Kotaro leans into Goemon's neck, running his lips smoothly over his skin and his jawline to his ear. Hissing, Kotaro licked the redhead's ear, gliding his tongue piercing against his ear lobe while leaving it wet and warm.
"You were an easy target."
Goemon suddenly remembers a fragment of the night. He stood in front of a well-known gang leader known as Oda who was known for raping young children and even selling them on the Black Market. But what was as clear as day was what he said when he threw young Kotaro on the ground and watched him crumple.
"He was an easy target."
Goemon was spaced out before he noticed that Kotaro forcefully spun him on his stomach and tied his hands behind him with the belt he wore around his waist. He had no time to react as he was suddenly powerless against the albino.
"Kotaro! Stop! Untie me you little," A gag was put over his mouth and tied tightly behind him.
"Now, we wouldn't want any dirty mouths, do we now?" Kotaro's voice suddenly changes as it was now a deep, sexy voice that made Goemon shudder as he breathes against his ear. "You look uncomfortable. Maybe I should place you somewhere more pleasant."
Kotaro picks up Goemon from the ground before tossing him onto the sofa. Without his arms, he lay on the sofa for a moment before Kotaro grabbed his hair and pulled him up.
"You look like a fish out of water. And that is a massive turn off." Kotaro skillfully unbuttons Goemon's uniform shirt and exposes his bare skin to him.
Goemon blushes bright red in embarrassment as Kotaro touches and sucks on his nipples, stimulating them unlike he thought they could. His piercing slid roughly on his skin as he swirled his tongue around his nipple and gave the redhead a strange sensation on his chest.
"Well, someone's getting excited." Goemon glances down and finds Kotaro's hand gliding over the tightness in his pants. Grabbing the dick through the fabric causes a wave to flow through him and he let out an attempted moan, only to have it muffled by the gag in his mouth.
"Are you trying to say something?" He tightens his grip on his dick again and watched Goemon moan painfully. His expression begging him to stop. "Let's see if we can get you to cry loud enough to hear what you're saying."
Kotaro begins to take off Goemon's pants and underwear swiftly as he cried for him not to. But Kotaro doesn't respond to his pleads as he tosses the clothing away and leaning down between his legs with Goemon's dick inches from his lips. Kotaro narrowed his eyes and smirked at the redhead and stared him into the eyes as he licked his shaft from his balls and up to his head. Goemon flushed in embarrassment as Kotaro's red eyes stared at him and his tongue licking his dick. Sliding his dick into his mouth, Kotaro massaged his shaft with his tongue and piercing, skimming his teeth and playing with his balls as a tease. This caused Goemon to moan into the gag and unconsciously buck his hips against his seducer's mouth.
"Ah! Body! Please stop enjoying this!"
Goemon's body begins to tremble as he felt himself about to come, moaning loudly and pushing his body into the sofa to try to keep it from coming out. But it doesn't work as the next moment he released his cum into Kotaro's mouth and felt his body sink into the cushions.
Kotaro takes in all his seed and held it in his mouth. Pulling out his now limp dick, Kotaro felt some loose semen trickle down his chin before wiping it away with his thumb. Standing from the ground and straddling the tired redhead, Kotaro loosens the gag from his mouth and takes it out of his mouth and allowing him to let out his voice.
"You're fucking sick," He begins before Kotaro locks his lips with his, opening his mouth and pushing out Goemon's seed into his mouth.
Parting from him, Kotaro swiftly covers his mouth with the gag once again as the taste of his semen took over. Some even dripping out of his mouth with his saliva and leaving streaks down his chin.
"You're disgusting. Who would have thought that you would be messy." Kotaro comments with a grin as he leans down again and licks away the streaks of cum and saliva.
Kotaro gets off of Goemon's lap before pushing him down on his back and hovering over him with his hard dick at his entrance. Goemon stared up at him with wide eyes and felt himself about to cry.
"Let me just remind you what it felt like to be fucked by a kid like you." Goemon viciously shook his head with tears in his eyes. He knew what Kotaro was talking about. They didn't prepare Kotaro on that night and just fucked him bareback, and he did that to him.
Kotaro thrusts into Goemon's virgin ass and felt the tightness of the anus around his dick. The albino let out a moan in pleasure as it tightened around him but Goemon didn't feel that in any way. His moans were painful as his ass was ripped open by the albino's thick dick. Tears streamed down his face and he regretted both the decision from 3 years ago and today's decision to follow Kotaro home.
"That felt great. No wonder you continued to fuck me, even when I was a rag doll on the floor." Kotaro suddenly begins to thrust into Goemon, pulling his hips into his dick and getting balls deep into him.
Goemon screamed into the gag. It was too painful for him to handle such brutality from intercourse. Keeping his eyes away from the man over him, Goemon prayed that he wasn't going to last long and he could be out of the apartment right after. Goemon is then flicked on his dick, looking down to find Kotaro's hand wrapped around the shaft of his once again hard dick and his thumb circling the top of the head.
"You're getting excited there, Goemon. You've already got the precum spilling over the top." Goemon shuddered when he began giving him a handjob, begging him to stop as he felt like he was about to come again.
"I'm tired of this position." Without hesitation, Kotaro pulls Goemon from his back and bring him up to his knees with his face on the sofa.
Goemon lets out a cry when Kotaro thrusts back into him and he felt him hit a certain spot deep within him. Spasms run through his body and he cries out in painful pleasure. His dick stiffens and the need to come grew as Kotaro teases by gently stroking it and playing with his leaking head. He begged through the gag and cried in pain as the stiffness was becoming unbearable. Even attempting to buck his hips into Kotaro's hands seemed impossible.
"Fuck. I'm going to come." Goemon looks back at Kotaro in panic as he felt his dick throb in him as he thrust into him a few more times until he pushes his dick deep into him and unloads his semen into him. Not a moment after, Goemon felt himself release without any hand help and collapsed on the sofa; twitching from the orgasm he just had.
"What troublesome." Kotaro slowly unties his cloth gag and the belt that held his arms behind him before picking up the redhead in a cradle and carrying him to his bedroom.
Kotaro watched the passed out student for a long moment before deciding on taking a hot shower to clean up the sweat and cum all over his body before drying off and tying the yukata around his waist.
Looking back at the living room, Kotaro let out a sigh in annoyance when he saw how messy it was. There was even a stain from Goemon on the cushions of the sofa where he may need to wash thoroughly and their clothes scattered all over the place. Walking back into his room, he sits at the edge of his bed, staring at the victim sleeping soundly and probably in some pain. He could only think of how little his stamina was. While Kotaro was raped for 5 hours straight, Goemon barely lasted 15 minutes at most. Whilst Kotaro accomplished his goal to refund the deed done to him, he did not regret his actions towards the man. He deserved it after what he did.
Goemon woke up to the smell of smoke, opening his heavy lids to find the albino sitting on the ground and leaning back against the bed with a cig between his lips. He was silent like always and stared into his own world. Goemon ogles the man in front of him before he sits up in bed and voices to the man,
"Smoking is bad for you."
Kotaro looks back at the redhead and exhales some smoke, giving him the expression that he didn't care.
"You can take a shower when you are ready to get up. And you can also borrow my clothes afterward." Kotaro suddenly stood up from the ground and made his way towards his bedroom door.
Goemon's eyes follow until he noticed some scars on his back. With the yukata wrapped around his waist, Goemon had a clear view of the slashes on his back and suddenly felt remorseful for him.
"Wait," Goemon calls to Kotaro before he left the room. "Why are you suddenly being nice to me?"
Kotaro stared at him for a moment before tilting his head to the side.
"I raped you. Not killed you." Was his simple answer, giving Goemon a confused expression. "Due to your stupidity, I am still your tutor. When you finally decide to come out of this room, we can get back to where we left off." And with that, he disappeared behind the door, leaving Goemon alone in his room.
"What an idiot." He mutters under his breath before a small smile paints his lips.