Warning: This chapter contains rape and explicit scenes. Just a forewarning.
Peter awoke to the familiar wonderful sensations coursing through his body and felt someone between his legs, stroking his thighs and groping him mercilessly. Long curly hair tickled his legs and Peter sucked in a breath as he realized the nightmare he had just had was just that. Wendy was still with him and was now bringing him to the brink of insanity with her mouth. Peter's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out a throaty moan. His clothes had been removed and discarded and Wendy was taking him deeper than she ever had. He barely lasted another minute before he released and tried to catch his breath.
"Wendy," he moaned and leaned up to look at his lover. The face that revealed itself was not his beloved Wendy's however, but the face that now haunted his nightmares.
"Guess again, boy." With a yell, Peter pushed himself back and retreated into a corner, curling into a ball. With a chuckle, Hook backhanded Peter and sent him flying to the floor. Standing over his enemy, the pirate glared at the boy and he suddenly had the image of slitting the boy's throat. It would be so easy, he thought. Just do it and it would be the end of Peter Pan. But Hook couldn't bring himself to finish him off so easily. After all, he hadn't had any fun with him yet. Deciding his lust for blood was nowhere near his lust for flesh, Hook bent down and quickly tied Peter's hands tightly behind his back. Peter struggled for a moment then looked up at Hook with a fire in his eyes.
"Where is Wendy?"
"Is she really all you can think about right now? Tell me boy, what is so wonderful about your Wendy? She isn't nearly as beautiful as you give her credit for."
"You have no right to talk about her! She is mine, she always has been and she always will be." Hook stared at him for a moment then threw his head back and laughed.
"You boy, are a riot. You'll never know what love is. You will die alone and unloved, just like me. We aren't so different, you and I."
"I'm nothing like you," Peter spat.
"Oh you would like to deny it but deep down we are practically the same person. Both doomed to wander Neverland for all eternity, doomed to die without love, doomed to always feel that loneliness-"
"Shut up Hook!" Peter tossed about, glaring at his hated enemy. Shocked, Hook stared down at him. Peter's chest moved up and down with heavy breathing, his eyes were cold, and showed no fear. It was finally a flash of the Peter Pan that Hook knew so well.
"I have loved Wendy since the first time I laid eyes on her. She saved my life with her kiss when you were about to finish me off. But you lost that day. Her love saved me. And I went to London everyday to peer into her window and I never stopped loving her. And even four years later, when you captured her and used her to get to me, she still loves me. Despite it all, she loves me and gave herself to me completely, body and soul. It is you who will never know what love is…but I definitely know what it is and feel it with all my being. Even if you kill me today, my love for Wendy will always live on and she will always feel me with her. So do your worst, Hook. Her love will always protect me. You can't hurt me because I have the love of the most wonderful woman that ever lived." Pausing, Hook leaned down and his fingers closed around Peter's throat. Squeezing, wanting to choke the life out of the boy before he could say another word, his fingers constricted around the boy's windpipe and he began to gasp for air. Seeing Hook lean his head toward him, Peter thought he was about to be knocked out and murdered but he felt Hook's lips on his and his eyes widened in horror. Hook's tongue drove into Peter's mouth and Peter immediately felt sick. Pulling away, Hook's eyes bore into Peter's and his mouth curled into an evil grin.
"You're becoming quite a man, Peter Pan. But you still have so much to learn." Shoving Peter's face into the floor, Hook fumbled with his trousers and straddled the breathtaking body before him. His hook slipped into the rope and pulled, making Peter's back arch painfully. His hand gently traveled down Peter's marred back, tracing his spine and down to his arse. He delivered a sharp slap on Peter's cheek, making him jump. Hook leaned in close and whispered in Peter's ear, "I'm going to make you forget all about your precious Wendy. It will be my name you will be screaming." Peter tossed his head and tried to throw Hook off but Hook pulled his arms further back, making Peter's body scream in agony. Hook sucked on his finger and inserted it into Peter's virgin hole. Peter was squirming in anguish and Hook grabbed a fistful of his hair and made him hiss in pain.
"Stop fighting me. I have no problem with slitting your throat here and now. If you want to keep that from happening, start cooperating." Peter lowered his head to the floor and he felt the tears stream down his face. Hook hissed at him to push back on his knees and he spread Peter's legs apart with his own knee. Peter felt pain in his backside as Hook started to ease in. Hook used the beads of moisture from his cock to lubricate the passage but just barely. Hook inserted another finger and Peter felt himself being excruciatingly stretched. Peter whimpered, even begged for him to stop but Hook ignored the boy's desperate pleas. Tiring of the resistance, Hook pushed all the way in, drawing a blood-curdling scream from the boy. Feeling like his body was being ripped apart, Peter's blood and tears ran across the floorboards. Hook pulled out and thrust back in, grunting in pleasure. Peter felt broken at last; this brutal violation of his body seemed to be the final straw. He no longer hoped Hook would let him live; in fact, he hoped the steel hook would end his suffering at any moment. Hook grabbed at Peter's hair and increased his thrusts. Rutting over the boy's broken body, Hook felt himself getting close. Pulling out, he released all over Peter's back and said nothing when Peter collapsed to the floor. Silently, Hook gathered his clothes and left Peter in a weeping mess.
His hands still bound behind him, Peter lay on his side, his entire body crying in pain. He let the tears flow freely and felt that all was lost. Wendy was lost to him; even if he found some way to escape, how would he ever find her? And Hook had broken him in some way he never thought would be possible. He had just lost the will to live. Glancing around the room, Peter searched for some sort of weapon to help him end it all. Hoping to see a gleaming blade or perhaps a vial of Hook's dreaded poison, he pushed himself up and searched the room. Finding nothing, he sank to his knees and continued to sob. Peter Pan had never felt so hopeless but he no longer had a single happy thought in his mind. Tinkerbell was gone, Wendy was lost, his dignity, his heart, his soul—they had all been snatched away by Hook. Lowering himself to the floor, he allowed his ocean of tears carry him away from this seventh circle of Hell.