Blood Tears

Chapter 11

The sight was horrifying to most. But would anyone help the poor broken boy. Nope. They look the other way. That was how the world was. People only saw what was advantageous to them. Anything else they pretend did not exist. Even the most horrifying of acts, they turn a blind eye to, then go to their homes and pray for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what they saw. Forgiveness for what they did not do. Forgiveness for what they did not say. But what they truly ask forgiveness for, is forgiveness for the mistake they will make again. The cycle repeats over and over with no end. However, they never ask the person who they screwed over for forgiveness. And that, is their most vital mistake.

The door opened with a loud, echoey bang, revealing the degrading scene that was unfolding. The two middle aged, beer bellied, balding men stood in the door watching with horrifying lust. They watched as the hobbo grinded himself on the poor boy, completely blinded by a sick version of lust. They both knew it was wrong. They knew they should have shoved the man off the child and call for help. But they didn't. Instead they watched with avid eyes. Hands unconsciously gripping their growing erections, stroking it over the fabric. Their legs carried them over to the scene. They knew what they were about to was wrong in every conceivable way. But did that stop them. No. It only brought on a different kind of pleasure. A forbidden kind.

The three men huddled around the poor unfortunate soul. One roughly yanked the boys mouth open and stuck his dick inside. Moaning from the hot, wet sensation of the boys tongue as he fucked the boy's throat. The second man sat on the child's torso, thrusting his dick on his chest. Lastly, the hobbo had pushed down the boy's pants and underwear and was fucking him like there was no tomorrow. Reveling in the tightness and heat. The old washroom was filled with nothing but the moans and groans of the men. Lust and pleasure overwhelmed them. It consumed their every morale. Their every thought. Their every action. Their moans and thrusts grew louder and rougher, not caring for the state of the boy. Not caring that the boy's mind was so far gone, it was to the point of no return. They did not care that blood gushed from the boy's hole from the unwelcomed presence. They did not care as blood flowed from the tears at the corners of his mouth. They did not care for the new bruises and broken bones they etched into his being. Each man came with a rough thrust and a loud moan. When they all stood up coming down from their high, regret filled them. They had to bear witness to their lust filled actions. Nowhere was the lust that once fueled them. Now, as they looked at the cum filled, bruised and blood soaked boy, all they saw was their mistake. They stared in horror at the condition they put the child in. They looked at each other and ran out of the dingy bathroom mortified, leaving their mistake behind, with not a single glance back.

Each prayed that night. They prayed for forgiveness for what they had done. Prayed that the boy was alright. Prayed that they would never commit such a heinous deed again. But their true mistake was that they never prayed to the boy. They never prayed to him to ask for forgiveness. Never asked if he was alright. Cause in actuality, they did not want forgiveness, they wanted to forget. Forget their mistake. That is why they will never get true forgiveness. 

The bathroom 

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