WARNING! RAPE SCENE!
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Hotstreak layed in his bed staring at the ceiling, his jeans still undone and his eyes wide open with shock.
"What the hell...? What just happened...?" Hotstreak looked at his calendar and sighed in relief. It was saturday. Suddenly Hotstreaks dad started calling him. "Frankie boyyyy!"
He didn't bother to zip up his jeans and opened his door and walked over to the banister and looked down to see his father. "What is it?"
"I'm goin' out for a bit...! Met this hot bitch named Karina.. Gonna totally screw her brains out. Don't know when I'll be back probably gonna be out for the weekend!"
Hotstreak rolled his eyes. His dad met another hooker. Oh what a surprise... Hotstreak thought in disgust. "Sure whatever, have fun."
He returned to his room and shut the door. He turned on his computer and started surfing the net not knowing what he was looking for. He leaned back in his chair and groaned.
"...I'm not gay!" Hotstreak yelled.
"I can't be... Whatever it probably doesn't mean anything." He rested his head on the computer desk in his arms and fell asleep. He started to dream... And ironically... It was about...
-Hotstreak's dream-
Hotstreak sat on the stair case at school with Richie and the two were passionately making out.
Slowly he took off Richie's shirt and started licking his chest then viciously kissing him with hunger and lust.
Richie moaned and pulled Hotstreak closer. The blond boy started rubbing the read heads crotch and then un-did Hotstreak's pants reveal his large hard cock and started stroking it.
Hotstreak then un-did Richie's pants and started stroking his cock as well. Richie then got on his knees and started giving Hotstreak a blow job.
The blond haired boy slipped his hand up Hotstreak's shirt and started feeling up his abs and mucsly chest. Hotstreak threw his head back and moaned loudly.
"R-Richie... I-I'm gonna cum..." Richie kept sucking and Hotstreak cummed in Richie's mouth.
Richie swalloed Hotstreak's 'cream' and then kissed Hotstreak.
Hotstreak later awoke to his sheets damp and his crotch feeling all sticky. "Life just loves to bite me in the ass with unpleasent irony!" He grabbed a towel and began to clean himself up and then replaced his sheets. He looked out the window. It was getting dark outside. He turned and looked at his reflection in the mirror that was on the wall above his dresser. He punched the mirror causing a huge crack in the center.
His knuckles began to bleed from the few broken shards of glass that cut him. "...I can't be this way! And especially not for a person like Richie!!!"
"...Ugh... Alone for the weekend... My old man wont be back till god knows when.. What should I do? Times like this I wish I had some friends... ARGH! I'm so bored!"
Hotstreak put on a clean T-shrit and walked down stairs to the living room.
He laid down on the sofa and turned on the television then started switching through channels.
"boring... boring... boring..."
Hotstreak turned off the t.v. and went to put his shoes on then walked outside the front door and went down the street.
Hotstreak heard some people yelling at someone in the alley across the street.
"Sound's like someon's gettin' mugged. Hm..." Hotstreak crossed the street and walked down the alley and followed the sound of the voices.
Richie getting mugged by three guys who looked much older. Richie was held against the wall by the other two thugs.
"Listen blondie, I wont say it again. GIVE US WHATEVER YOU GOT!" said the thug leader.
Richie looked at the thug. "I thought you said you weren't going to say it again." Richie replied.
The thug punched Richie in the jaw. "If you wont give us anything then I supposed you can do something else for us. The thug put his hand on Richie's chest and slid it down. The innocent blond boy's eyes widened and just as he was about to yell one of the thugs covered his mouth.
The thugs hand then slipped down into Richie's jeans and started foldling him. His mind reacts against the will of his mind. The thug felt Richie's hardening member and started stroking it. He got closer to Richie's face and licked his lips then forcing a kiss on him. He forced his tongue inside Richie's mouth and explored inside his mouth violently. The muggers tongue tasted like cigarettes and alcohol.
Hotstreak lost track of the voicesand got confused. The alley ways in Dakota are dangerous and complex. He started to get worried. Sure Hotstreak wasn't exactly a nice guy but someone could be in serious danger. It isn't like when he threatens someone like Richie into giving him money. Situations like this on the street could end ugly.
The mugger undid Richie's pants and revealed his hard cock. He kneeled before Richie and looked up at him. He grabbed the blond boys dick and stroked it. "Big thick uncut cock. Just the way I like them." He put his mouth on Richie's cock and started sucking it.
"hehehe, You like that don't you, you fucking slut!" The thug on Richie's right said.
Richie's eyes began to swell up in tears and let out muffled screams. Hotstreak was able to hear it and ran in the direction he heard it. As he turned around the corner he stared in shock and clenched his fists. "You fucking low lives, GET OFF OF HIM!!!"
The thug stood up. "What? You want a turn?" He asked evily. Hotstreak picked up an iron pipe and ran towards the thug and smacked him in the face with it and hit the other two thugs behind the neck with it. He turned around and saw Richie on the ground curled up into a ball. His face was wet with tears and dirty. His pants still undone and his penis semi-hard as it was turning soft again.
Of all people... This is awkward...