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“C’mon, you’ll be fine.” Anran critiqued, playfully elbowing her younger brother.
“Hey! I said quit that!” Wuyang laughs, he couldn’t be angry. He loved his sister’s playfulness.
Especially now, exam season. They’d only gotten so much time to be siblings before they had to be students again. They had to focus more on studies, and trying to pass.
“I’ve gotta head out for now, promised some guys I’d train them a little. I trust you can make it back to the locker rooms safely? Or do you need me to walk you to them?” Anran teases once more, putting on a fake accent as she pretended to flex her muscles.
“I’ll be fine Anran, I’ll see you later.” Wuyang turns, taking a few steps before he stops, “love you.”
Anran, already far away still manages to acknowledge him. “Love you too! Don’t die until I get to kick your ass again!”
Wuyang rolls his eyes, making way to the men’s locker room. He swung a towel over his shoulder. grabbing a change of clothes from his assigned locker, he made way to the showers.
It was empty, nobody really liked to spar during exam season. Thank god for that. Aside from a few guys here and there, he had the whole locker room to himself.
He took his time, lathering his hair real nicely and combing his fingers through it. Letting the water rinse the tension out his shoulders.
After about 40 minutes, he’d dried off and redressed. Taking the extra time to brush out his hair. He heard the door open, and didn’t bother to look up. Probably some guys just trying to shower. Or so he thought.
He could feel their presence behind him, so he turned. Offering a shy smile.
“Sorry, am I in your way?” He politely asked, moving out the way of the other lockers. Oddly enough, their eyes only followed him. He stared back. One was tall, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. The other had freckles, with brown eyes that matched his hair.
He was a little uncomfortable, but went back to brushing his hair.
“You’re Wuyang right?” One of the guys finally spoke up, “The kid who helped with the null sector attack?”
Wuyang turned back, face a little flushed as he nodded. “Yeah! That’s me, I don’t do autographs.” He joked, hoping to cut through the thick tension.
“You know.. we could use someone like you.” The other guy said, leaning closer into Wuyang’s personal space.
“He’s right. With exams week, we’re awfully stressed.” The other of the duo pretended to think.
“Oh, in what subject?” Wuyang asked, finally putting the hairbrush down.
“No no, we’re pent up.”
Wuyang was shoved, and the taller of the two- the darker haired boy, held him down.
“Hey! What the hell-“ Wuyang exclaimed, only to have his mouth covered by a large hand. He smelt like sweat, gross.
“Relax sweetheart, you know you want it.” The boy added, rubbing his half hard erection against Wuyang’s rear.
Wuyang’s heart stopped as he realized what was happening. He tried to squirm, to kick free and run away. It was pointless, the other was heavier than him.
Wuyang’s sobs were muffled, and he turned to see the other laughing, recording.
He wanted to scream, to plead for mercy. His thoughts were interrupted as he was yanked to his knees, and the boy with the camera’s cock was suddenly right in front of him.
This wasn’t happening.
It was a nightmare.
He’d wake up
Any second now.
The hand from around his mouth was removed and just as he tried to shout, there was something slimy and hard in his mouth.
It tasted terrible, felt too heavy on his tongue. He looked up, tears pouring from his eyes.
The boy was still laughing, cruelly pointing the camera at his face.
Wuyang gagged around the length when it was pushed deeper into his throat. The guy groaned, and went to pull Wuyang by his hair.
He pulled out until just the tip was at his lips, then shoved back in all the way. Wuyang was full on crying, trembling as more and more pre-come coated his tongue.
The sounds of wet slurping began to pick up in pace, filling the locker room’s otherwise quiet atmosphere.
“God, look at how pretty his eyes are.” The other boy, still holding Wuyang’s wrists together, comments. He leans in and plants a kiss on Wuyang’s shoulder, sucking enough to leave a dark purple mark.
Wuyang sobs, trying to shake him off. He began to squirm again when the one restraining him reached into his pants.
He was half hard, anybody would be. That didn’t make him feel any less ashamed.
The cock in his mouth halter, and warm liquid shot down his throat.
“Swallow.” They both command, staring at him expectantly.
Wuyang wants to disobey, to spit and beat them both up. Then he remembers the camera. They’re still recording him.
If that video got out he’d lose everything. His reputation, his friends, even Anran would disown him.
He swallows his pride and with it the hot cum.
“Good boy, bend over for us. Show us that ass. Don’t even think about screaming. Got it?” The shorter of the two barks out orders.
Wuyang can’t help but cringe. He nods though, trying to catch his breath. He gets onto all fours, lowering his face down to the floor.
He hates how this feels. But that doesn’t stop him from pulling down his pants and underwear.
The taller one uses his leg to push Wuyang’s legs apart. Wuyang feels exposed. Like some sort of display for everyone to gawk at.
The cold air pricks at his balls, and even more so at his taint as one of the guys spreads him open. Which one? He didn’t even look back to see.
He was too flushed, the cool floor doing no good to help relieve the heat in his face. Not that he was insecure.. he wasn’t big but.. not small either. Average. Clean shaven, smooth in all the right places.
He jerked upward when he felt something prodding at his entrance. The two guys had traded places, taller one got to have fun with Wuyang, and record. The other got to hold him down.
Wuyang cried out when the boy thrust in harshly. No lube or prep. Just raw penetration. His eyes were wide as he scrambled for something to hold on to.
He made sure not to make a sound, chewing on his lip as the sound of skin on skin started to fill the area.
His body felt like it was on fire, and he could feel slick liquids dripping from his hole to the floor. He tried to ignore just how bad it hurt. He was being torn into, like he was someone’s personal toy.
Soon the sobs started, then the hiccuping. He was begging now, begging the two to stop it.
“Please- please! I’ll do anything you wa-want..!” Wuyang whined out as the boy thrust just shy of his prostate.
It shouldn’t feel good, so why did it.? Why was he getting off on being violated?
“You’re tight.” The boy groans, making sure to get a clear angle of his cock going in and out of Wuyang.
He settles on top of him, moving the camera to capture his and Wuyang’s faces.
Wuyang looked fucked out, face hot and red, drooling, eyes wide with fear and arousal.
His eyes rolled up when the boy hit that spot that made him see stars.
“Fuck!” He cried out, unable to stop himself.
“You like creampies?” The guy asks, thrusts becoming sloppy.
“What’s that?” Wuyang questioned through tears.
“This.” The guy grunted, stopping and blowing his load inside Wuyang.
Wuyang gasped, coming untouched at that very second. The two saw, and laughed at him. As if they were mocking him.
“Thanks for the quick fuck, Wuyang.” The taller one speaks up, tucking himself into his pants. When had he pulled out?
“Remember, you say anything.” He waves the phone around, “this video goes straight to Anran.”
Wuyang was on the floor, sobbing. Yet he nodded.
With that, the guys walked out. They left Wuyang alone in silence. Silence that let his mind race and heart pound.
Wuyang curls in on himself, protecting himself from another potential assault as he comes down from his high
This wasn’t the end, they wouldn’t let him be. Not as long as they had that video.