The Shadow I'm In

The boy’s free hand moved down my back, almost caressing my skin in a loving manner with his finger tips. But they were anything but loving to me. They lowered till they stroked one of the fleshy orbs of my ass. I struggled again, twisting and turning trying to get my arms free even if there was a burning pain in the shoulder that I had been laying on.

“If you stop moving, it might be good for you too.” The boy stated behind me, his voice was darker than before, coming out in a hiss almost growl. I didn’t care though this wasn’t right! He gave a sigh behind me. “I was going to be nice and prepare you, but since your being like this I’ve changed my mind.” My eyes went wide. I might not have been into the world of sex but I did know that not getting someone ready for anal sex was bad.

He moved my body onto my knees, my face and shoulders were pressed down into the mattress without my consent as I was still struggling against him. I was sure now that my shoulder had been dislocated, the pain from it was becoming unbearable. My sobs were becoming louder as he pushed my legs apart as far as they would go with my pants and boxers around my knees, moving in between them when there was enough room for him.

“The only thing that would make this better right now, is if I had a video camera so I could record all of this and give it to Scott as a birthday present.” That sent a wave of terror through me. He shouldn’t have to see me like this. Being weak. I felt the hard head of the boy’s penis press against the cliff of my bottom and the groan that came from him at the touch. “I can’t wait to pound into your tight ass. I bet Scott does it all the time. I would if you were my brother.” I shook my head as much as I could. No he didn’t even lay a hand on my shoulder, or give me a pat on the back. All our touches were by accident.

“My-my bro-brother isn’t l-like you.” I felt my mouth move and heard the words come out but I don’t remember telling my mouth to move or make a sound. The other’s cock was moving down to line up with my most hidden of places as a chuckle came from his lips.

“He isn’t is he?”

“No.” I stated without hesitation.

“Then he hasn’t taken your ass before? Your first time then? Or have you bent over for other baseball players as well? Or maybe the scouts from those colleges that he got interviewed for?” I shook my head, another sob coming from my form as the head pushed against the tight ring of muscle. He is on his team! He’s a baseball player just like him! “Is that why he got his scholarship because his brother had a good ass.” He almost choked on the last words the tight ring finally giving way letting him slide forcefully into me a little at a time. I had to turn my head into the pillow below my head letting it absorb my scream that burst from my throat at the penetration. My bottom was on fire, it was far worse than the pain that was still throbbing in my shoulder.

“Pl-please! Stop! It hurts!” I called out not controlling my voice as more and more sobs took over my form.

“Shut up.” His voice was strained when he spoke over my tears. “God! So tight! You are a virgin.” I felt drips down my thighs then as he started to pull back before pushing back in. He had let go of my arms, the two appendages laying on the bed, so both of his hands gripped my hips as he moved in me. I was limp, my body shaking from my sobs and the pain that it was in from both my shoulder and my bottom. His trust grow stronger and faster as my ass started to loosen around him and became slick with something.

“Please stop!” I begged again through my tears, the pillow below my head being soaked from the salty liquid. “Please, please, please! It hurts!” My hands gripped the blankets below them, twisting around, which caused my shoulder to scream in pain.

“No.” Was his only verbal reply but he picked up his pace, focusing my hips back to his every trust. I let out a wail as he forced my legs farther apart, the fabric of my clothing stretching to its max to the point were the seams were starting to rip. “You like taking my cock don’t you? You little whore!” One of his hands moved from my hip, going around my front to touch my soft cock. “Oh? So your not enjoying this then?” I squirmed to get away from the touch.

“S-stop!” His hand moved up and down my cock as he moved behind me, his trust having slowed down.

“Nothing would damage your mind more than getting off on what I’m doing to you.” He stated, his fingers rubbing over the head and down the shaft. I bit my lip. There was no way I would enjoy what he was doing to me! This wasn’t right!

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, my tear stained eyes open, looking over at my desk to his present again. Why wasn’t he coming for me? But why would he? I’m just his little brother. His girlfriend was hanging on his arm now, while dad patted his back as he blew out his 18 candles.

“I thought we had already covered that little Basil. I want you. And Scott dared me to touch you. I just had to follow through.” He pound into me for a moment. “And if I can’t have you the way that I wanted then I’ll take what ever I can.” He forgot about my soft cock to trust ruthlessly into me. “And what did I say about being quiet? We’re lucky that everyone is having so much fun at Scott’s birthday party without you there or else someone might have come to see what was going on and where you were.”

I hated to admit but what he said was true. No one was missing me. No one cared if I was being raped in my own bed or my parents’ house. Not even my parents. He was the light in their life and he was all they cared about.

“God! You’re so tight!” I tried to block out his voice, squeezing my eyes shut after the tears had stopped but they only had because I had cried them all out. “I can’t believe how Scott hasn’t done this before.”

“Stop it please.” I begged softly, not knowing if I was begging to be let go or just to have him stop talking.

“No.” He stated again, his voice sounding more breathless by the minute, while his breath grew more rapid. I couldn’t guess that he was getting close to coming. My hands gripped the shears below me harder as his hips took on a brisk and intense pace, no longer coming in measured trust. “God! Your so tight. I’m going to do this over and over again. Scott won’t know what’s happening to his precious little brother. “I’m going to pound your ass so many times. During school in the bathroom, having you bent over one of the sinks.” I stopped listening to him. He grunted above me, as I felt my ass filled with a burning liquid. More tears were somehow making their way in rivers down my cheeks again as he pulled his softening cock out of my bottom.

I fell over without his support, earning a cry of pain from my throat. Everything hurt. My eyes were squeezed shut as I heard him fix his clothes, zipping up his pants and re-buckling his belt to make him presentable to the outside world. His hand fell over my form. My muscles and body twitching away from the touch that trailed up my side, across my neck, to rest on my cheek softly.

“If your brother hadn’t said that then this wouldn’t have happened. Blame him Basil.” I shook my head. No. He was not to blame. He was trying to protect me. His hand wiped away some of the tear trails that ran down my cheeks. “So pretty.” He leaned over me and placed a soft kiss on patch of skin he had rubbed, then moved his lips down to place a kiss on my lips. Why was he being kind to me now? He just raped me! A sob came from my throat as I cracked my eyes open. The boy had left my bed and was making his was over to my door, leading to the outside world.

Black hair, tanned skin. My eyes widened. I knew this boy. He’d been hanging out with him for years. Since they were in grade school. His best friend. Ken Reefer. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled.

“See you are around Basil.” He opened the door, walking out and shutting it. Leaving me alone in my world.

My body was trembling. My shoulder and bottom hurt. My arms wrapped around my upper body after pulling my shirt down my form from where Ken had bunched it at my shoulders , the movement causing more pain to rip through my upper body. How could this have happened to me? Wasn’t I always the one that got looked over, because I was his brother? How could his best friend do this to me? So many questions were running through my head at the moment and nothing was making sense.

My knees curled up to my stomach, the fabric around them still intact. I winced again. When I moved everything hurt. I could still feel the cooling liquid slipping between my butt cheeks and down my thighs. At the moment, I didn’t have the energy or motivation to move let alone clean myself up. That would involve putting on the rest of my clothes and walking down to the bathroom. I couldn’t handle that right now knowing that everyone was still at our house for his birthday.

I reached down with one of my hands, going behind me to touch the tender area that had been the main place that the older boy had abused. I came across wetness and winced when my fingers came into contact. I brought my hand back up to my face, my eyes taking in the pink substance on my fingers. It was heavier red in places and white in others. I just started at my tainted fingers. I didn’t know what to do. Tears were still working they’re way out of the corners of my eyes as I stared at that substance that had come from my behind.

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