Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

On a subway ride home one night, a boy loses everything to a stranger he doesn't even know. Rape. malexmale stuff so beware. Don't read if you don't like. oneshot

Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 966 | Visits: 412 | Status: Completed

Innocence

Note: This probably isn't very good. It's just a short little thing I wrote to try and kill my writer's block. I'll leave it up for you to decide.

Warning: This contains rape and malexmale stuff. If you don't like it, then don't read it.

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It was late at night and I was just getting off work. It was incredibly dark; there were no light posts to help me find my way to the subway. I wrapped my jacket tighter around myself in a vain effort to keep myself warm. The subway was deserted. It always was at this time at night. It was a miracle that it still ran this late. I bought a ticket and entered the station. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw three men follow me. I waited at the platform, my breath rising in front of me in a cloud of steam. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the men again. I shifted uneasily, waiting desperately for the train to come. I was finally blinded by two lights that came from deep within the tunnel and breathed a sigh of relief. The train slowly stopped and the cold metal doors slid open. I scrambled on. It was deserted. I stood, too anxious to sit. I gripped the cool metal bar with my fingers and waited. The men came on. My breath caught in my throat. Something about them made me uneasy. Don't know why. The doors closed and the train took off. I held my breath and counted the stops. One…two…three…four…

Finally after the fifth stop they approached me. There were only three stops until I was home. I prayed that I would make it. In a blur, they moved. Almost like clockwork. I was held tight by two of them and the third, who looked like the leader, moved towards me. He had huge hands. He cupped my chin and forced my head up so that our eyes were equal. Cold brown eyes stared into my blue ones.

“He's rather pretty,” he said in a ruff voice. His hands ripped my shirt open and caressed my skin. I flinched and tried to pull away, but I was held tightly in place. He moved fast and forced my pants and boxers down. My breathing came in short gasps as he leaned in towards me. His lips brushed mine and his tongue ran across my lips. His breath stank terribly. Suddenly, the other men were pulling my shirt off and ripping it into strips. I opened my mouth to try and scream but I was paralyzed with fear. One of them saw me trying to scream and clamed his hand over my mouth while the other tied me to the bar above my head with thick, tight knots. My feet were tied to the bottom of the seats in the same way. We stopped at several more stations including mine, then headed out into the countryside. There were no stations here, just dark empty fields and silent houses. The leader came up to me and ran his hands down my body, touching every single part. Nothing was left untouched. His hands were freezing. Lower and lower they went, tracing my muscles and lovingly caressing my skin.

“Oh your skin is so soft,” he whispered in my ear. He ran his tongue over it, making me shiver. It ran down my neck and across my shoulder. Meanwhile, his hands worked down until he reached…you know. A boy's most private part. I wanted to cry but no tears came. His body pressed against mine and he was panting. I closed my eyes as his body slid into mine. It was over. My virginity. Lost. Stolen. Some guy I didn't even know took it from me. A complete stranger. Our bodies rocked in time with the train. My knees threatened to buckle but I was forced to stay upright. I gritted my teeth as he slid around inside of me. Pain, so much pain. I could barely breathe.

Finally, he pulled away and untied my bonds. I dropped to the floor weakly, all my strength washed from me. I held onto the seat in front of me for support. They laughed as the subway creaked to a stop. They left, still laughing. Tears finally formed in my eyes and streamed down my face. Soft sobs escaped from my lips. I just wanted to die. Curl up on the floor and die. So that's what I did.

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