WARNING: hey, theres all the nasties that go along with rape(m/m, explicit sex) in this story, also drug use, blood and torture and just a whole mess of meaness. so if you think thats crap, THEN DONT READ MY CRAP STORY. i think its crap. i mean, who wants to read that kind of horrible stuff?

To be Ripped

It had just been an ordinary day and an ordinary school field trip.

It had been supposed to.

The senior high school students in the painting class went to a very big land park. There were hills and trees and creeks everywhere in this park that was known for it’s beautiful gardens and sculptures. The assignment, they were to paint a scenery for painting class. Sebastian sat in the front along with the rowdiest boys on the yellow bus, all hooting and encouraging the bus driver to gun it going up and then down the hill to the entrance of the parks admittance gates. Sebastian raised his hands in the air as if he was on a roller coaster when they reached the top of the hill to go down it. The other guys raised their hands and screamed like little girls, gaining laughter from the back of the bus. After the teacher paid the fee, they went in and the bus dropped them off. Seb grabbed his book bag that held his paints, an easel, and brushes in it just like everyone else. The teacher had the box of canvases and would distribute one to each student when she got off first. Sebastian stood looking at the surroundings of the park. His tall skinny frame in a pair of torn up light blue jeans, and an equally tattered black pull over hoodie with black high top shoes. The art teacher gave him two canvases. She always slipped him an extra one. Miss M. was his favorite teacher, and he her favorite student. He winked at her, she winked back and moved onto the next student.

All sixty students with their bags and canvas stood inside the front of the entrance to the park. Miss M. stood by a tall man in a complete black suit who had dark brown hair, piercing green eyes and slightly pale skin. Sebastian took no notice of him. He was busied wrestling with the other guys. He heard someone speaking though, saying something along the lines of no vandalizing, no stealing, no leaving the park without your teacher, no drugs, no smoking, etc. . . .

The man finished and then Sebastian heard his teacher say, “This defiantly meaning you Sebastian.”

Sebastian stood up from wrestling and laughed at her joking comment. He knew it wasn’t personal. Boldly and loudly he said, ”all this talk about breaking rules is making me hard.” That got a huge laugh from all the surrounding students.

And then the man in black next to miss M. added, ”Also, no sex. Either.”

There was another big laugh from the students, including Sebastian and the teacher. Then the youths began filing in a line to get in. Each student showing their school id to this man, when Sebastian’s turn was up, the man held him for a second.

“Are you going to be breaking any rules’ today Sebastian?” The man spoke cooly with an accent. Sebastian pointedly looked at the id card that hung from his neck against his expensive looking suit, spotting his name. Sebastian looked back up smiling.

“I promise Marius, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” Sebastian said full of sarcasm as he drew an imaginary x across his own heart, or else it wouldn’t count. The guys behind him shouted in obnoxious laughter and pushed him forward past the guy.

Sebastian walked forward, unaware that Marius had his eyes on him. Alone now, he took his lip ring out of his pocket and put it in his lip. He walked on until he was drawn to some particular scenery that caught his eye, he would take his time and let the perfect spot find him. He had more than four hours to paint the nature scenery the assignment called for and then whatever he wanted and he would still have at least more than an hour left. He was a quick painter. The guys wanted him to go with them, but he liked to be alone when he painted. After ten minutes of walking up a grassy hill he had found his spot; a pair of green leaved trees, and far below behind them he could see a creek, the sun shining on the water sending glares and shimmers blurred outwards. Sebastian’s eyes could see the trees far away in the distance going in a row, their leaves in autumn colors, it was none the less perfect. What was even more perfect was a copper colored metal statue that stood nearby; a man bursting forth upward form what look liked an icy whirlwind. He set his bag down and set up his stuff and began to paint eagerly, aware of nothing lost in his own world as painting took over his mind, body, and soul. Finishing it and giving it another once over with his eyes he set it aside to dry and began sketching out the statue in his sketch book.

Finishing, sketchbook in hand he got up stretching and decided to walk on down to the creek, he had a nicotine craving and was going to risk smoking a cigaret. Sebastian was an all-together law-abiding kid, except for his habit of graffiti. Seb and the law didn’t see eye to eye; he called it art, but the cops called it vandalism. Sitting down in front of the small creek water on the rock gravel he took out a cig and lit it, put it between his licked lips and dragged hard on it. Sketchbook plopped down on his lap he began to warp and change things on the second sketch of the statue, turning it into something of his own imagination and Waa-lah! A new creation; a hand reaching straight up pleading, leaves stuck on the suffering males skin. Seb was definitely feeling the autumn season. Sebastian puffed again on the cig and let the smoke out in circular rings as he leaned his head back, it had taken him a long time to learn that little trick he mused. And then quiet unexpectedly, he heard a voice say,

“I guess you didn’t hear me when I said no smoking.”

Sebastian’s head turned quickly around, he saw it was that Marius fellow from the gate standing there behind him, smiling.

“Shit.” Sebastian breathed out. How was he going to get himself out of this?

Sebastian looked up at Marius and said, “I wasn’t going to start a fire. I swear.” That sounded pathetic. “Honestly. I was even going to put the bud in my pocket.” Sebastian said earnestly.

A tense moment and then unexceptedly Marius also took out a pack of cigarets and looked back down at Sebastian, who laughed and held out his own lighter. A flick of his wrist and the lid flipped off, the flame rose high and blue hot. Marius smiled a thanks and sat down by Sebastian, knees up and elbows placed on them. He was mildly impressed that the dude wasn’t worried about getting his suit dirty. Marius leaned his face toward the flame with the cig between his lips and pulled back when it lit. Sebastian flipped the lid closed, slipping it back in his pocket and then put his own cig back into his mouth innocently. Quiet moments where Sebastian caught Marius staring at his short blonde Mohawk, it was a “fuzz” one. Meaning it wasn’t shaved or anything on the sides, but short and even longer on top, he could push the hair up to the top-middle making it stand up in a Mohawk. Marius noticed Sebastian watching him and he withdrew his eyes from the blonde locks of hair and instead stared at the kids large blue eyes, which reverted to finding the gravel interesting.

Marius smirked knowingly and casually said then, “I saw your painting up there. You’re quite talented.” Enjoying how the boy got uncomfortable, Marius looked forward at the creek.

Sebastian automatically blushed and got shy, he didn’t take compliments well. Like most artists, he thought his stuff was shit. He just nodded his thanks incapable of speaking, nervous until the man took his piercing eyes off him. Seb puffed the very last of his cig, took it from his lips, put it out on the bottom of his red high-top Converse shoes, then spit on the tip of the hot end and lastly, he put it in his hoodie pocket. Marius chuckled, he took out his pack and flipped the lid and held it out to Sebastian.

Sebastian peered down seeing a bunch of colored cigarets. “Interesting.” Sebastian mused.

“They’re flavored.” Marius said casually, but Seb caught onto the lure.

“Want one?” He asked Sebastian.

Sebastian grinned and nodded, he chose a red one. “Always was a sucker for redheads.” Marius chuckled.

Sebastian lit the red tip and breathed deep, inhaling the smoke and exhaling, tasting.

“Cherry.” Sebastian said in surprise and laughed.

Puffing the cig heavily over and over, Seb found surprisingly that he liked it a lot. He was completely unaware of Marius watching him eagerly, his eyes of a stalking hungry predator. Sebastian felt dizzy for a second, vision blurring as he watched the skinny tall tree as its top would sway and bend in the breeze, and then it went away. He heard Marius speak then.

“Im going to be honest with you Sebastian. In a minute or two I will be taking you into the woods behind us, probably forcibly.” A quirk to his lips and a nod of his own head in agreement.

Sebastian unglued his eyes from the endless leaves in the tree tops and tilted his head to the side to look confusedly at Marius as he dragged on the red cig. Marius continued to stare forward at the creek as he spoke.

“Where I will fuck you and hurt you. And probably kill you.” Marius said calmly, normal.

Sebastian stared dumbfounded, gapping at Marius, surprised at his sudden use of foul language. His mind not taking in the threat yet.

“You have this feeling right now that’s telling you im not joking, but that I am very serious. Your thinking of escape now, of running away . . . well, technically not at this very moment, because the drug I laced in that cigaret is making your logical thinking rather slow.” Marius turned his eyes back on Sebastian, amusement in his eyes, his face blank and expressionless.

Finally taking in what he said, Sebastian looked in his eyes one last time and then turned away. He stared at the cigaret between his two fingers, then puffed on it determinedly and then flicked it into the water. Sebastian looked straight up into the sky as the plume of smoke began to escape from his lips and nose, yeah, there was something defiantly wrong with it. He was feeling nauseated and sleepy.

Just as the last wispy trails of the smoke left his pink dry lips, he ran for it.

His shoes pounded and the sound of crunching gravel was loud that turned into unnerving silence as he ran up grass and . . . he tripped! Hoisting himself up from the grass and stumbling as he looked around wildly in full blown panic. He saw dizzily trees, bushes, Marius? No, no. Where was he? Head snapping around in unease and to run again, but Marius was right there in front of him. A sudden blow to Seb’s jaw sent him spiraling sideways, grunting as his back hit against the trunk of a tree, knocking the breath from his lungs. About to fight back . . . but instead, he dropped to his knees right there and vomited. Fingers clawed at the ground as his mind split into two from the busting headache. He felt so ill and woozy. All he wanted to do was goto sleep.

He looked up slowly and met Marius staring expressionlessly down at him.

“Listen. Listen to me, please. Please don’t do this.” Sebastian whispered as his upper body swayed close to the ground in nausea and vertigo.

He was grabbed up by his sweater, and was being dragged away. He could barely see because the world was spinning around him, then his vision blurred black from the pain in his head. He didn’t see what was coming. His back slammed up against a tree, he grunted in pain and his head rolled on his shoulders. He was sweating profusely. His chin was caught and his head was held up and forced steady.

“Im going to use your whole body to make me feel good.” Marius whispered in Sebastian’s ear.

Marius grabbed the sides of the boys’ head, and Sebastian’s eyes finally focused and the dizziness faded. Marius moved in closer, a gun was suddenly pointing into his face. Seb gasped and flinched, pupils dilating and eyes widening as he moved his head away. He could feel the cold of the metal on his ear. Sebastian looked out of the corner of his eye seeing murder intent, his eyes shut tightly, he began to sob.

“Don’t scream. Don’t fight me.” Marius murmured, half of his face and lips smashed against Seb’s cheek before plunging his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth, almost choking him from the violent action.

Sebastian cried out and pushed his assailant off.

Marius stumbled back a step, smiling and breathless, he had enjoyed the youth’s taste.

Sebastian fell to his knees without Marius there to hold him up, and he began to crawl away wildly, his sight dizzy again. His paces fast on his hands and knees, but to dizzy to see where he was going but only knowing he had to get away. He halted, feeling too ill and dizzy to move anymore. Hands fisted in the dirt trying to get steady, to still his swimming eyes. He felt a thick tree branch laying on the ground under the leaves and cold mud under his hands. He dug his fingers deeper and he grasped it tightly, it was unseen what his hands’ had. He heard Marius come right up behind him.

“Didn’t I say not to fight me?” He said in cruel amusement.

Sebastian heard the crunch of leaves right behind him, he twisted and swung the branch hard, aiming low for Marius legs. But it was caught! By Marius who yanked the stick out of Sebastian’s hands with such strength it pulled Seb with it. Sebastian looked up fearfully from the man’s feet, he opened his mouth to scream for help, it was half way out of his mouth when Marius slammed the end of the branch into the side of Sebastian’s head at his temple knocking him black. He came to a moment later, lifting his head and he groaned, letting his head drop to the ground, his neck too weak. He pushed up, managing to get on his elbows and knees, so tired. His head was yanked up by his hair, making his neck arch backward.

Marius was almost singing as he said, “no no nooo,” and wagging his finger back and forth while he did it. He was amused.

He dragged Sebastian up and threw him against the closest tree, almost as if Seb was the ball in pinball. Marius the player. A strong body crushed against Sebastian’s smaller one. Trapped, Marius hands yanked open Sebastian’s pants button, his hand touched at Sebastian’s belly button before sliding down underneath the boys underwear. Seb squirmed as he was grabbed down there and stroked.

“Please stop.” Sebastian cried out into Marius shoulder.

Marius pressed his lips into Sebastian’s ear sweetly, “Are you a virgin?” He asked smiling against his ear. Sebastian did not answer, Marius squeezed tightly making Sebastian yelp. He dug his nails in the sensitive skin until Sebastian answered.

“Yes.” His face turned up as he squirmed from the pain. He heard Marius chuckle, ”This is going to be fun.”

Jutting his hips into Seb’s, he kept him pinned to the tree as he stroked Seb’s face and neck, staring at him as if he was a precious gift. Seb going limp as a wave of sickness took him. Seb bleated in surprise as he was pushed suddenly, stomach flipped as he fell through air and then hit the ground.

Marius had pushed him off a small drop off behind the tree. The trees’ roots hung out of the dirt and covered part of the dirt wall of ground the tree stood on above, about seven feet incline. Where Seb sat on the dirt, it was completely blocked in from all sides by a heavy growth of tall bushes and the wall of roots and earth behind him. Marius jumped down. Sebastian held his head in-between his legs, he was crying, he felt like he was going to be sick again.

“I miss judged your body weight . . . I used too much of the drug. That’s why your feeling sick . . . Don’t worry though, it’ll pass.” And then Marius yanked his head back by his hair and stuffed cloth into his mouth and quickly looped a rope around his head tying it, the rope cut into the corners of Seb’s mouth. His sluggish hands went up to his mouth in reaction to this new fear of being tied up.

Sebastian tried using his limbs to get up and away, but only managed to scoot away. Marius put an end to that quickly. Seb screamed as he received a sharp kick to his ribs. But Marius didn’t stop. Only when Seb started to cry did he relent his punishment. He pushed Sebastian onto his back with his foot. Foot digging into his spine, he reached down and grabbed Sebastian’s hands and tied them together. He flipped the boy back over so he could see his eyes of fear. Blood had built up in one of his blue eyes that had taken the blunt of the hit from the tree branch, his face sweaty and horrified. Sebastian tried to yell for help, but what came out was just a sad choke. Hot tears spilled from his eyes.

Marius put a knee between Sebastian’s legs, his smile wide and he leaned down and ripped Sebastian’s hoodie completely off with force that lifted him up off the ground. Sebastian struggled anew and received several sharp slaps to his face. Seb’s chest and abdomen were beat red from where Marius had kicked him repeatedly. Marius moved slowly down to Sebastian’s feet, his breath quicker than before in excitement. He untied Sebastian’s shoes, Seb tried kicking him but failed when Marius’ fist was swung back shooting forward and landed a blow to his eye. The busting headache returned instantly almost blacking him out. Marius was done untying his other high top and slipped both shoes and socks off. His eyes traveled up to watch Sebastian who had his eyes wide with fear; one eye blacking and had blood in it.

“Way thinner than I judged.” Marius said quietly as he moved up, his face lowering to the boys belly.

Sebastian began to shake violently as kisses began just below his belly button. Sebastian prayed for it to stop; Being groped, fondled, licked, and sucked. His tied hands beneath his body were being crushed from Marius weight on top of him. A muffled yell escaped audibly as Marius yanked at Sebastian’s jeans. He pulled them all the way down Sebastian’s legs, left only in his boxers now. Marius laughed when he saw the little pair of thin shorts that had crude comments all over them, reaching forward Marius pinched Sebastian’s skin on his hip bone that stuck out before standing up. He smiled down at Sebastian as he slowly undid his shirt buttons after taking his suit jacket off. He undid the cuffs and then Sebastian saw his pale naked chest and flushed nipples. Sebastian turned cold, he himself was undressed, and Marius was stripping off his own clothes. Sebastian knew what was coming. He brought his legs up to his chest to hide.

He needed a plan. Seb sat up slowly, taking the weight off his hands, and just then he knew how to get away. He looked down at his naked feet in a ploy, and then suddenly looked to the side at the bushes as if he had heard a noise.

Marius took the bait and looked that way.

It gave Sebastian just enough time to bring his tied hands under his legs and over his feet swinging them back to his front and charging Marius at the same time. His shoulder went crashing into Marius’ chest, completely sending him backwards.

He fell through the bushes.

Sebastian heard a splash. He made a mad dash up the small cliff by the tree, using its roots to grab hold of and climbing up it. He had his hands on a thick root, all he had to do was hoist himself up with the help of this root and he would run like there was no tomorrow. He would never see Marius again . . . and that’s when it happened.

Excruciating pain.

It took his breath away. His heart hurt, he felt faint. He looked at his hands that were holding the root, his tied together hands that were on top of each other. They now had a long skinny knife going through them. Sebastian’s screams were muffled, Marius was holding the knife handle down, there was no way Sebastian himself would be removing it unless he wanted to split both his hands in two. Blood was spilling from the wounds, trailing down the roots. Sebastian’s fingers twitched sickly, and his whole body shook.

“That’s for disobeying me Sebastian.”

Marius took his hand off the handle. The blade must be deep into the root, for it was standing straight up as soon as Marius hand lifted off. Sebastian tried to lift the top hand only to scream in pain. There was no way, the pick through and through both hands and deep into the root. The handle of the blade prevented Sebastian from just sliding them up and off the blade.

He looked at Marius, who never took his eyes off Sebastian.

“I’ve never had a virgin before.” He said smiling suddenly. Sebastian began to panic and thrashed about, trying to yank his hands up to loosen the pick out of the root beneath his stabbed hands. It only caused more pain and no difference. He couldn’t even use his mouth to try to bite the blade and yank it out that way.

“Calm yourself, and ill take it out.” Marius said softly.

Sebastian groaned in pain. After several futile attempts ending in nothing but more pain, he sank slowly to his knees in defeat. He tried to calm down, his head falling down between his shoulders, chin resting on his chest. He breathed heavily through his nose. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks to fall on his chest and further roll down like beads of sweat, blood spilled down his raised arms from his low sitting position on his knees on the ground, the blood dripped off from his elbows to his thighs and underwear.

He was weakening, giving up. The pain was so excruciating. He just wanted it to stop.

Marius was so much stronger than Sebastian, so much faster. He couldn’t escape Marius, he couldn’t get away from what he was going to do to him.

He felt the blade slide out from the inside of his hands wounds, the feeling of the moving metal was sickening. His tied hands fell, the pick not there to keep them there, his belly slid down across the roots as he fell down boneless and landed on his side on the dirt, clutching his bleeding hands to his chest.

Marius landed on his feet before Sebastian.

Sebastian sat up wearily and looked up at him in terrible dread.

He stepped up to the sitting boy and slapped him hard. Seb’s face slamming against the roots and his mangled hands grabbed tightly onto the roots for a purpose as Marius beat at his body and mostly his legs with kicks and stomps. When it was over, his small body slumped against the dirt ground. Marius yanked Sebastian’s head up by the hair from behind, and in doing so, his light body lifted too in a painful bent backward standing position.

Marius spoke into his ear, “Next time I will break them. Understand.” He snarled, he pulled harder on sweaty, bloody and dirty hair and Sebastian managed a nodded yes. Marius threw his head back down.

Falling, skinning his knees and elbows as he landed on them, Seb’s face lay against the dirt. He heard Marius walk away. Lifting his sore throbbing head up, he saw Marius standing a good length away. His fierce gaze on Sebastian.

“Come to me Sebastian.” He said quietly and then added a cold “Now,” in command.

Sebastian looked to the ground, wishing it would open up and swallow him. He feared Marius. There wasn’t an option of disobeying him. Seb turned his sight to his own legs, unbelievably bruised also bloody. The tears came as he hoisted himself up by sliding his back up the roots until he stood up. Chin held up looking into Marius face, the cruel smile, the hungry mouth, the lust filled eyes. Tears spilled from Sebastian as that second of pride of not giving up passed and was overtaken by pain and fear mostly, he lowered his eyes. His head angling down, his beaten legs shook as he took a step forward. His knees banged against each other and then he crumpled to the ground. He lifted his face off the ground, and he looked up to see the angry face of Marius. Sebastian’s gaze fell to the ground, too afraid to look back up. The tears spilled and Sebastian shook his head, he couldn’t, it hurt too much. He jumped when Marius half yelled “Now,” again.

At once, Sebastian lurched forward to obey, though he stopped in pain from using his hands. He propped up his elbows on the ground, his tied shaking mutilated hands raised in the air to keep from using them. On his knees and elbow, his forehead on the ground in between his elbows, he slugged forward like that, feeling nothing but pain and humiliation, tasting and knowing brutal pain. His elbows touched Marius shoes, Sebastian quit moving forward only then.

“Look up Sebastian.” Marius said softly.

Sebastian did slowly, and received a kick to his face when he saw Marius’ cruel smile. He landed on his back. He saw the sky, blood flowed from his nose and lip and a wound at his hair line. Blood on his eyes making his vision double with a blue sky and a red sky sliding onto each other in double vision. He watched a bird flyover by, and then became aware of what was happening. His legs propped over Marius naked shoulders. Marius head in between Sebastian legs, his member lay to the side, weak and lank and not responding to Marius licks down its length. Seb started to choke, his stomach heaving up and down from the sick scene. Pain surged through him cutting his chokes off, Marius nails dug into his hips and pelvic bone. He jolted as he felt a tongue suddenly rim around his anus, around and then suddenly pushing into his entrance, causing Sebastian to clam and tense up, holding his breath as pain and pleasure washed over him. Sickness washed over him as he looked back down at the scene again. He closed his eyes, unable to watch his rape take place. He settled his tied mutilated hands over his eyes, crying. He screeched as he felt something thick and hard push into him, screams were muffled. His tied bloody hands laying over his eyes were grabbed and pulled up and over laying on the ground above his head. A hand kept them trapped there. Another hand lay against the side of his face, hot breath gusted on his cheek.

“Look at me as I rip you.” A cruel voice whispered onto his lips.

Sebastian opened his eyes as Marius lapped at Seb’s lips with his tongue. His body struck with pain, aching pain as Marius thrust in again and again. Sebastian turned his mouth away from the intimate kisses. Kisses then traveled down his neck. Vision blurred with tears, but he kept his eyes open. Eyes blinking tears out as the pain did nothing but increase with each deeper and harder thrust. Marius melding Sebastian’s rear against his groin, their bodies becoming one rocking motion. He felt Marius tense up and let out a low growl, one of Sebastian’s legs fell off Marius shoulder as he penetrated him once more before pulling out. Sebastian continued to stare lost into the blood spotted sky. Numb to the core. He felt nothing anymore.

“Look at me Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s air dried wide eyes turned from sky to the voice. A naked Marius on his knees between Seb’s thighs, holding onto the leg that still lay hung over his shoulder, his piercing cold eyes locked onto Sebastian’s eyes. Eyes locked together, Sebastian watched as Marius slid his face slowly up and down the inside of his hung leg. Sebastian’s eyes broke contact with Marius as he watched the tongue snake out of Marius mouth and lick its way up and down his thigh . . .

“Sebastian.” Marius whispered trying to get his attention, ‘'How does it feel not to be a virgin anymore?” Marius asked and he let Seb’s leg drop to the ground.

Sebastian continued to watch Marius in a trance, the drug taking him from reality.

Marius slowly straddled Sebastian’s hips, privates pressed against each other, his in a condom. Marius rocked his hips against Sebastian’s. He peered down into Seb’s dazed face, a look of disappointment showed on Marius facial features. He settled his elbows on the ground with the boys head between them, touching noses, he stared into Sebastian’s eyes.

“Your pupils are dilated to the extent of yours eyes being black, not blue.” Marius chuckled, “And here I was thinking I had broken you, but I see now, you’re just drugged out of your wits.” Marius said amused.

Then his smiled disappeared quickly, “But amazingly, your still fighting me. Aren’t you Sebastian? Fighting the pleasure I give to your body. Fighting the urges your body wants to release.” Marius told him steadily.

“You’re not like the others Sebastian, you’re different. They never fought me like you did. Too afraid, they were. But in the end they all gave in, letting out moans of ecstasy, thrusting their own hips. You though . . . haven’t. You’re still fighting me. I can see it here.” Marius said grabbing hold of Sebastian’s stiff member.

Sebastian’s body jumped at the sudden contact.

Marius let go as he watched Sebastian’s eyes roll wildly unfocused in his head. He grabbed the boy’s chin and Sebastian’s eyes focused slowly on Marius.

“I want it. Do you understand? I want it. You will give into me Sebastian. You will stop fighting.”

Marius said defiantly and grabbed the naked boy under the arm pits and pushed his back against the flat wall of earth of the cliffs’ drop off.

Sebastian in a sitting position now, his back against the wall of dirt, his head rolled on his shoulder. Sebastian felt himself lifted up, he forced himself to open his weary eyes, his beat legs wrapped around Marius middle. His back against the cold dirt, he could suddenly feel himself sit on top of Marius erection, he tried to scramble backwards, but the wall behind him wouldn’t show mercy and stayed solid and unmoveable. His teeth bit into his puffy bruised lips in agony and denial.

“No Sebastian.”

Marius breathed on his chin. He felt his hands grabbed, numb of all feeling, he opened his eyes again and saw his hands untied, he didn’t even really care that they were un tied, he didn’t even think. He just lifted his dead weight hands off the ground and set them on his private to hide it that was pressed against Marius abdomen. He heard a laugh in front of him, he saw Marius’ hand lift Sebastian’s own hands off his private and lay them on the ground to the sides.

“Don’t be shy.” Cooed a faraway voice that’s lips frequently kissed his forehead. He felt hands run smoothly from his knees to up his thighs where they began to caress his waist. His head too heavy to lift up. Sebastian could do nothing but watch the hands. Hands that started to rock his hips down and forward, grinding him on top of Marius. And then he felt the penetration, his back hit hard against the cliff side wall as Marius thrust up and pushed Sebastian’s hips down. A gasp muffled, as unfamiliar feelings flooded him causing Seb to tilt his head back and up as he closed his eyes. He felt the rope scratch against his skin that was wrapped around his head into his mouth for a second before it was gone, and then he felt the tug of the cloth being pulled out of his mouth. He breathed in heavily, his breaths turning into pants as a mouth attacked his throat, the hot hungry mouth sucking harshly on his skin, but eliciting a feeling of wanting more in him. His legs tightened around Marius waist unconsciously as Marius quit thrusting Sebastian’s hips down.

“Moan for me.” Marius whispered brokenly in a husk against Sebastian ear. Fingers twisted one of the nipples as the other began to rub his private.

“No.” Sebastian gasped. ”Don’t make me.” Pain evident in his voice. ”Please.” He said in a pitiful quiet whine. Both of Seb’s bloody numb hands fisted in the dirt, unaware of pain surging from them. A yelp from Sebastian as Marius thrust painfully hard. Sebastian’s hands flew to the wall behind him trying to find some leverage, something to hold on to. His head turning left and right in agony and ache, his breathing wild. His heaving chest arched out so far it was flat against Marius hard muscled chest, finger nails digging into the wall of dirt.

“It hurts doesn’t it? Just let go.” Marius said against his tightly squeezed shut eyes.

Dirt fell from the wall as Seb clawed at it. “Not with you.” He gasped out. “No.” Sebastian whispered. “Not my first time . . . Marius, please.” Sebastian began to cry.

“It hurts so much.” Sebastian sobbed quietly. He yelped when Marius thrust roughly again, and again he rammed into Seb and forcing him down deeper onto him. Sebastian’s legs unhooked from each other behind Marius, and spread his legs further apart. His heel’s digging into the ground, dirt rained down from Sebastian clawing into the wall of dirt.

“That’s it Sebastian, open wider.” Marius growled in pleasure as he thrust easily into Sebastian now.

Seb grabbed hold of Marius arms, his nails dug into the skin drawing blood that slowly fell down his arm. Sebastian’s hand slowly slid down Marius arms, smearing the blood as they went, they clasped onto Marius hands that were clamped to Seb’s hips, grinding them down. His bloody hands wrapped around Marius wrists, his own hands now swaying with the motions of their act, his whole body rocking with the motion, the rhythm. Sebastian leaned his face against Marius chest.

“What are you doing Sebastian?” Marius asked, his lips by Seb’s ear, he was enjoying the boy giving into him.

Sebastian could hear it in his voice. He leaned his head back against the wall, the pain, the pleasure, the ecstasy erupting but not eruption, not releasing was causing the most incredible agony on his body and emotions. He looked into Marius eyes finally, the cold eyes that never looked away from him, that never missed any emotions that showed on Seb’s face.

“Harder.” Sebastian whispered so quietly, but Marius had heard it. His breathing erratic.

Marius was surprised though, causing his thrusting to stop. Sebastian whimpered loudly. Marius face blank, his eyes left the bruised face and moved down to take in the view of their connected bodies.

Sebastian’s eyes dropped too, he looked at their connected bodies, aware now that he was thrusting onto Marius by himself, on his own accord. That was what drew Marius eyes downward that is why he was expressionless. He was surprised of Sebastian’s willingness.

This wasn’t rape anymore, was it? Sebastian thought.

Sebastian’s private was an unbearable stiff erection, it leaked at its tip. Sebastian became aware of his hands holding onto Marius wrists that held his hips. His nails digging into Marius skin making blood well up there. Nothing moved, Sebastian could only hear their harsh breathing as he picked Marius wrist up and moved it over onto his erection, laying it down there upon the burning flesh.

Marius grasped it willingly, his fingers curling tightly around it. Seb wrapped his hand around Marius hand that was holding his erection tightly. Eyes closing in pleasure as Marius hand began to pump and thrust in union with Sebastian’s movement, their pace began to get harder and faster. Sebastian was panting harshly and making small yelps and moans.

Marius kissed and licked Sebastian’s lips, tongue trying to penetrate into his mouth.

Sebastian opened his mouth willingly and began to kiss back just as roughly, even more so.

Marius began to pull back for air, but Sebastian had both of his hands now holding onto the back of Marius head, keeping it there, smashing their mouths together. Seb shoved his tongue deep into the man’s mouth. Marius had both hands now fused around Sebastian’s erection, he was fisting and pumping wildly in union with each thrust that had the boy’s back hitting the wall behind him again and again. Sebastian couldn’t keep up with his own thrusting back, could no longer, his body jelly. His body quaked as a spot deep inside him was hit by Marius thrust that melted him to quivers.

Sebastian finally lost it, his whole body clenched tightly onto Marius so hard he could feel himself from the inside milking Marius of his release again, making Marius groan against his mouth. Sebastian bucked and cried out as he arched into Marius tight fists. His whole body jerking even after his ejaculation. He collapsed against Marius, dead weight, almost feint.

There was a thud as Marius landed on his back against the ground. The side of Sebastian’s face lay against Marius heaving chest. His fingers digging into Marius shoulder, drawing blood. He could still feel Marius in him, his hands still wrapped tightly around Sebastian’s spent length, now slick with hot sticky seed. Sebastian could taste the sweat on Marius skin in his mouth, and it made him sick. He rolled off Marius, the larger organ slipping from out of Sebastian’s anus. He collapsed onto his side, back to Marius as he curled up in fetal position, and sobbed. He was disgusted . . . with himself.

Why had he done it? He was confused. Was it consensual or rape? Is he gay, why had he given in like that? Wasn’t this man a serial rapist? This man had hurt him, threatened him, spoke to him of possible murder.

Sebastian felt drained and empty inside. He shook violently, and he whispered “hate you” over and over again non stop. He was suddenly pushed onto his back, he sat up quickly and looked disgustedly at Marius before him.

Marius grabbed his legs and pulled him closer. Sebastian noticed that his hands were clean of his seed that he had spilled into them. His slow mind wondered how he had cleaned his hands, until Marius bent forward and his head came down with his mouth which began to lick all of the white substance off Sebastian’s body. The insides of his legs, his belly, and slowly Marius tongue trailed down from his belly button, down his happy trail to his . . .

Sebastian’s knees rose up and his legs spread further apart as Marius took him in his mouth. Cold green eyes pierced Seb as his eyes rolled and closed, head tilting back as he leaned on his elbows, hands fisting in the dirt, chin nodding slightly from the warm pleasure. Sebastian bit on his swollen lips to keep from moaning, to keep from arching his hips to make himself go further down Marius mouth. Finally Marius took his mouth off Sebastian. Sebastian immediately coming out of his haze and snapping his knees together, his legs shut together tightly, hating himself even more for opening them yet again for Marius.

Marius laughed and licked his lips.

Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes off from Marius mouth, the skin that wasn’t bruised or bloody burned a red blush as Marius caught him staring. But this was Sebastian’s intention, his escape.

A naked Marius who was on his knees in front of a naked Sebastian, whom was on the dirt ground with his knees drawn up and held tightly together. Marius stared piercingly into Seb’s eyes, waiting to see what he would do.

“I see the drug has worn off.” Marius stated. “Are you going to scream for help?" Marius asked.

Sebastian didn’t blink.

“Should I tie you up? Hmm. Are you going to fight me?“ He asked amused but serious. His arms folded and crossed on his muscled pale chest that had a sheen of sweat, dirt and blood on it.

Sebastian never looked away, eyes glued to Marius. He got up on his knees then, back straight. Not shying at his exposed nakedness, making it obvious as he looked Marius up and down, Marius chuckled. Sebastian looked at him coldly, then suddenly wrapped his arms around Marius neck, his mouth grazing Marius lips.

“I won’t fight you.” And he sealed his mouth onto Marius lips.

Sebastian kissed Marius madly, and Marius kissed back roughly as his hands circled around Sebastian’s back pulling him closer. Body flush against Marius, Sebastian slowly rubbed himself against Marius. He kept his mouth locked to Marius, not allowing him to breathe . . . and then he did it.

He bit down, hard, onto Marius tongue.

Marius gave a strangled yell. He felt Marius trying to pull out of the kiss, pushing against Sebastian trying to shove him off. He stopped struggling when he knew Seb wasn’t going to let go, and just that quickly Sebastian did let go. He grabbed the sides of Marius head, his eyes full of fury and insanity as he stared into Marius menacing eyes.

“Thanks for the blow job Marius, but no thanks for the fucking.” Head cocking to the side then smiling insanely. “I never thought I’d loose my virginity to rape.” Sebastian snarled watching dark blood pour from Marius mouth. And just like that, before Marius could retaliate in rage, Sebastian struck with an elbow. Arm brought up and right shoulder twisting to the right and elbow snapping forward lethally. He heard the bone in Marius nose crack, and felt the splash of blood on the side of his face as he got up and ran. Running straight, he was headed straight for the creek behind the bushes. His right foot left the ground in a jumping spring, and just as his left foot leaped off the ground . . .

His ankle bone split in two.

He jolted and tripped in pain. He cried out. Unable to stop. His body none the less crashed through the bushes falling into the shallow creek water. He saw the rock before he landed, then his head split open as it hit the rock in the ice cold water, and then he blacked out.

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He heard nothing but the sound of the creeks streaming water. He felt nothing but the burning tear of his shoulder blades and arm sockets. He lifted his heavy eye lids once, his chins rested on his chest, his own chest. But how it could it be his chest? He saw puncture wounds that leaked blood, red he saw. Blood. His body, a body of blood. He was painted in his own blood. His blood. He was drenched in blood. It flowed in rivulets down his body and off his toes into the water below. Water below? He seemed to be frozen in mid air. The sun shown brightly over him, he heard the water, the wind in the trees, the birds. He saw his ankle was shattered, red and twisted and horrible, there was a long gleaming blade sticking out of it.

He flung his head back, his vision straight up now. He was hanging by his hands, bloody, and he saw dark holes in his palms in both of them. His wrists were tied together by a rope, a rope that hung from a branch of a tree that stretched over the running creek water, water that was tainted red. His thin long arms were blood red like the rest of his naked body.

He blacked out then. Aware of nothing but the sound of the creek, and the slight breeze that he felt on his sticky body. Far away voices. He could hear voices, alarmed ones. He could feel himself being roughly carried. He felt himself being laid down on a hard surface.

He heard crying and screaming.

Someone yelling shut up.

Someone saying we need to cover him up.

We need to stop the bleeding.

And then he heard his favorite teachers voice, she sounded afraid, hysterical, as she told everyone to calm down. She commanded someone to call 911.

Sebastian could have laughed, someone was playing a very good prank on her. She always got jokes played on her, no doubt she was overreacting as usual.

Sebastian opened his eyes to see what all the commotion was, instead of seeing rushing water . . . why would he see water? He saw faces with expressions of horror, pale and scared faces, tears, and fear. Gasps as they saw his eyes open, that were filled with bloody, salty tears. Several backed up. He knew those faces, his friends, art students. His teacher, she was still by his side. She was speaking, what was she saying? All Sebastian seemed to hear was a roaring in his ears. He sat up. more people stepped back and gasped. He felt nothing. He wondered why everything was red, why were they all staring at him? His blood sight on his teachers face. His expression blank in confusion.

“Your going to be all right Sebastian. Help is on the way. Sebastian. Can you hear me?”

Sebastian saw tears running down her face. Her shirt was bloody, blood smeared all over her hands and arms. She was the one that needed help, why was help on the way for him?

Sebastian slowly looked around at the surrounding crowd of frightened students, girls huddled together crying, some guys holding the girls comfortingly, the guys looking ill and trying not to look at Sebastian. Why?

Sebastian face remained stone and blank. He heard nothing then.

He looked down then.

His skin. Crusted and caked with blood, mud, leaves, blood. Blood. He was naked. A shirt lay over his private. There was, these like tiny holes that looked black in depth and blood, deep cuts in his flesh. Wounds. He lifted his right hand up in the air in front of his face, his face blank of emotion. a slash that went through his palm. It was almost like a hole. He held up his other hand next to his right one, a hole in that one too. Were theses his hands?

Sebastian looked up at the sky in beginning panic. A red sky.

Then he saw Marius face. He remembered. Marius. Marius. The woods. Rape. He remembered it all.

He looked bak at his mutilated hands, down to his murdered body that had been stabbed countless times. All over his body, he looked like butchered meat. Back to his hands. His face froze in horror. His eyes wide.

About to break.

He gasped, again and again. He couldn’t catch his breath, and he gasped. His eyes staring at his body, his skin was smeared with blood all over. He shook . . . his hand’s violently shook.

Break.

He screamed in horror. Trapped in the memory of being next to Marius. Marius being inside him. He felt hands touch him trying to calm him, but he was not there. He was trapped in his rape and beatings and fear, replaying the torture in his mind. He heard girls screaming and sobbing.

“Don’t touch me.” Sebastian screamed in pain and fear.

Insane.

He flung his arms wildly around. ”No.” He screamed.

He cried harshly. He pushed dozens of bodies off him. His throat ripped a thousand screams. His body in shock from such trauma, he couldn’t stop screaming and crying. He continued to scream and cry and fight as he was held against the picnic table again and again. Lost to reality and stuck in hell with Marius there starring at him.

An ambulance came. He was stuck with needles. Screams that chilled blood. That swallowed your heart. That split your vision because you could hear the horror that had happened to him in those non stop screams. His body began to convulse and seizure in his delirium.

The medics yelled, “He’s going into shock.”

And that dark house took him again.

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Possible Epilogue/Ending.

He opened his eyes, vision blurred. He blinked his eyes a couple of times. No more red he noticed approvingly. His vision cleared. Tubes in his nose. Needles in his arms, clamps on his fingers. Bandages and wraps and stitches all over his body. He could fell the itchy fabric of the wrappings. His ankle was in a cast, a hard plaster one. His left arm in a sling. He sat up. The room was dark. It was night. The room white and sterile. Machines everywhere. Hospital.

“Thank you god.” Sebastian breathed out emotionally exhausted.

He sat up. All he wanted was his mother. That’s all he wanted. He took the tubes out of his nose, and it burned for a moment. He yanked the needles out, and the clamps off. The heart machine beside the bed said he just died. The sound of the heart stopped. No trace of breathing in the air support machines. The long noise. Sebastian pulled his legs out of bed. They were stiff in pain. He saw the crutches, he grabbed one and hoisted himself out. Using the stick for balance he walked limping and crippled to the door and opened it with his numb bandaged hand. He walked out into a brightly lit hallway. He saw what he wore. A hospital gown. How embarrassing. He heard a crash of glass suddenly. He looked up from his gown, a nurse stood in the hallway by the nurses stationed desk, shock on her face as she stared at him. Broken glass vials and a tray lay on the cold hard tiled floor in front of her.

Beyond her he heard a scream.

He looked behind her to see his mom at the end of the hallway, by a group of policemen and doctors.

“Sebastian!” She cried out.

Her blonde hair like his own. Her hair was messy, she was pale and her face tear stained. Her eyes red and swollen, tissues in her hand. She looked so sad and weary.

“Mom . . . ” Sebastian said pitifully as he began to sob frozen where he stood. She ran to him, and she held him as he sank to the floor. She spoke soothingly and hushed him in his ear as he just cried. His pitiful broken cries. She held him like that, she would never let go.

The End.

a/n
ugh, i know. awful.
place is based off a real park in ohio called pyramid hill. has sculptures everywhere, its beautiful.
went there for a field trip in highschool. yeah, i know, i took something innocent and twisted it.
morbid, but maybe itll give ya a good scare?
well thats that, thanks for reading.

additional info/additions
- He tried to go back to school. It was impossible, It would never be the same, he would never be the same. Everyone was quiet when he was around. His favorite teacher looked at him with only sorrow. They all did, pity and sorrow.
-When he and his mother stepped outside the hospital with their police escort, they were jumped by photographers and reporters. Shocked and afraid, he walked with his head down, by his mom. She led him to the police car. The ride home was silent.