Arrows. In my head. Ow. That was Willows first thought, as she gradually
came to on some sort of rough carpeting. What happened? She asked herself
groggily. Shouting from another room made her eyes snap open quickly.
"What the hell were you thinking, stupid fuck?"
She could distinctly make out a small voice sobbing hysterically, almost completely masked by the shouting of the other voice, as she crept closer to a closed white-washed door. Slowly, quietly Willow opened the door, and as it opened on one hinge like a huge drunken mouth, she saw a slightly overweight balding man with a black T-shirt on towering over a small quivering boy in the corner.
"Did I tell you you could go mess around with your son of a bitch friend after school?"
The small boy mouthed a word that looked like 'sorry', but it was hard to tell because he was shaking so badly.
Speaking in a sugar-sweet, completely untrustworthy voice, the man said, "If your daddy found out, we wouldn't be able to play together anymore."
Willow recoiled in horror and almost screamed when that-that-thing began to grope and straddle the terrified boy.
"You like it don't you, bitch? You want me to fuck you senseless don't you faggot?" it said, dropping the honey-coated voice for a growl like a tiger.
"Y-y-yes," the poor kid choked.
Willow could do nothing but watch in a completely horrified trance as the boy's clothes were torn off him by eager and lustful hands.
"Stay there, or I'll kill you, you whore."
He got off the hysterical boy, who had been begging him to stop the entire time he was being undressed. The man crossed over to the bar, and grabbed two bottles of beer. He opened one of the bottles, forced the boys mouth open, and poured the entire bottle down his small throat, making him choke and sputter.
Then the older man drank his bottle, taking much more time, savoring the sight of the semi-conscious naked boy. For all she had seen, Willow was not prepared for what happened next. He got down on his knees, and pumped the boys stomach until he spasmed and vomited.
He grinned and began to straddle him again. "Wouldn't want you too drunk not to feel me fuck the shit out of you."
The man threw him onto the sofa forcefully, and crawled over the writhing boy. He tried to scream, but it was silenced by the mans tongue, which he shoved into the boys mouth. Then he picked the boy up slightly, and threw him back down on his stomach, using his hands to spread his legs.
Then Willow saw from the way the boy jerked, that the man must have shoved his dick into his ass. From where she was standing, she could see the tears of pain and embarrassment streaming down the boys face, and worst of all the look of triumph and lust in the mans face as he took away the young boys innocence.
"What the hell were you thinking, stupid fuck?"
She could distinctly make out a small voice sobbing hysterically, almost completely masked by the shouting of the other voice, as she crept closer to a closed white-washed door. Slowly, quietly Willow opened the door, and as it opened on one hinge like a huge drunken mouth, she saw a slightly overweight balding man with a black T-shirt on towering over a small quivering boy in the corner.
"Did I tell you you could go mess around with your son of a bitch friend after school?"
The small boy mouthed a word that looked like 'sorry', but it was hard to tell because he was shaking so badly.
Speaking in a sugar-sweet, completely untrustworthy voice, the man said, "If your daddy found out, we wouldn't be able to play together anymore."
Willow recoiled in horror and almost screamed when that-that-thing began to grope and straddle the terrified boy.
"You like it don't you, bitch? You want me to fuck you senseless don't you faggot?" it said, dropping the honey-coated voice for a growl like a tiger.
"Y-y-yes," the poor kid choked.
Willow could do nothing but watch in a completely horrified trance as the boy's clothes were torn off him by eager and lustful hands.
"Stay there, or I'll kill you, you whore."
He got off the hysterical boy, who had been begging him to stop the entire time he was being undressed. The man crossed over to the bar, and grabbed two bottles of beer. He opened one of the bottles, forced the boys mouth open, and poured the entire bottle down his small throat, making him choke and sputter.
Then the older man drank his bottle, taking much more time, savoring the sight of the semi-conscious naked boy. For all she had seen, Willow was not prepared for what happened next. He got down on his knees, and pumped the boys stomach until he spasmed and vomited.
He grinned and began to straddle him again. "Wouldn't want you too drunk not to feel me fuck the shit out of you."
The man threw him onto the sofa forcefully, and crawled over the writhing boy. He tried to scream, but it was silenced by the mans tongue, which he shoved into the boys mouth. Then he picked the boy up slightly, and threw him back down on his stomach, using his hands to spread his legs.
Then Willow saw from the way the boy jerked, that the man must have shoved his dick into his ass. From where she was standing, she could see the tears of pain and embarrassment streaming down the boys face, and worst of all the look of triumph and lust in the mans face as he took away the young boys innocence.