The One

How it begins

"Stop! Please!", I try yelling, but it's no use. He won't stop. He never stops.

As he shoves my face into the pillow and forces his way into me, I cry out. He pumps his hips hard and fast, grunts and releases. I don't watch him leave. I'm too busy crying into my pillow. Ever since mum died, he's always been doing this. Raping me you could call it, if mum were still here I wouldn't have to go through this. I can't blame it on her though, its not her fault. It's his.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him walk back into the room while I'm still crying, "Stop crying before I beat you boy!", then he turns and walks away. Getting up, I pull my pants and boxers up then run out of the house, going anywhere but this house.

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Walking off stage I leave the rest of the guys and head for my dressing room. When I get there I go straight for my blade in the bathroom. Dragging it across my skin and pushing down just enough so that I can see my own blood. It's so satisfying. After all those years of my dad, after wanting someone I can never have. The pain is the only thing that satisfies me now. I drag it across my arm five more times and watch the blood pour out into the sink as I take a deep breath. Then there's a knock at my door and my heart leaps into my throat, "Larry! We're going to the pub. You coming?" While shuffling around in my bathroom and cleaning my fresh cuts, I answer him, "Yeah, just give me a minute okay, Edge?" There's not response so I take it he went back to the others.

Leaving my room with a long sleeve sweater on and my skinny jeans from the show, I spot the guys in the lounge. "Jesus man, it's about time", I roll my eyes at Bono and smile at Adam who returns it graciously. An arm encircles my shoulders and I look over to see Edge, looking a little too happy, nut I love seeing him happy. I'd do anything to make him happy. If he knew what I was just doing in the bathroom, he'd hate me, never talk to me again.

"Hello, Edge", he smiles- god, I love his smile- "Larry." He drags me towards the door while Adam and Bono follow us. He sits next to me on the drive there and he's sitting close to me for some reason, so close I can feel the heat of his thigh against mine.

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After a couple of pints we all decided to go back to my place. We're all sitting in my living room watching TV. "I've really gotta piss. Be right back." Standing up and walking to the bathroom, I go in there and do my business, but right as I'm about to open the door someone else opens it from the other side. I look and see, it's Adam. As he steps in I can tell he's drunk. He closes the door and pushes my up against the sink, "Adam. What are you doing?", laughing, he responds, "Relax, Larry. You're just too hot to pass up right now." His hands that were resting on my hips, now move lower. "Adam." "Shh..", he presses a finger against my mouth and finds the zipper to my pants with his other hand. "Adam..", I try my best to make him stop but I'm so powerless all because of my father. He would always hit me if I tried to get away and I didn't want Adam to hit me, so I let him have his way. Unzipping my jeans and getting onto his knees, I beg him once more. "Adam... Please..", he looks up at me, "Hush, Larry. You'll like this."

He licks my cock from root to tip, but I don't moan. I don't even react. I just leave him be, let him do whatever he wants to do to me. Soon enough he has my whole cock in his mouth and I can control when I lose it. It's nature and I couldn't hold back anymore. He swallows and stands up, briefly kissing my forehead before walking out. Then the memories start flooding back.