StarLit / Yaoi

StarLit / Chapter 9

// Yasuma Yuki's Perspective //
Warning: mature content ahead

I couldn't help but shake as he threw me into the back of the car. For all my time with Shiro I almost forgot about my uncle and his good friend. I did my best to cover how heavy each of my breaths were. It was like they were keeping quiet to hear me crying. I pinched my forearm in the hopes of keeping silent.

"Yuki" my uncle's husky voice rattled back where I sat. I flinched. "You never told me where you were going"

"I... Fell asleep at my friend's house" I could feel the lump in my throat with each lie I spoke.

He huffed. "And you couldn't give your uncle a call to let him know where you were?"

I could feel myself trembling. I was shaking more than the car I was shoved into. "I'm sorry"

"Shut the fuck up!" He slammed his fist into the steering wheel. I felt paralyzed, widening my eyes as far as they would go. "How dare you! Did you think they would accept you into their house? Huh!" At any moment it seemed like he was going to turn around and punch me. "Don't ever think of doing something like that again. You understand?"

I nodded furiously. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry"

He grunted. "Should just lock you in the bathroom. There's really only one purpose in life for you"

"Please... Don't" I fell silent, just barely saying the words.

I begged for the car ride to last forever. I knew that as soon as we got back to the house I would have a long night of pain. Out the window I saw the apartments and houses blurring on by. It reminded me of Shiro and the small bit of happiness. I never rested with someone like that before. It was nice. Really nice. I closed my eyes for a moment to remember the nice feeling all I could before I went back.

When the car stopped I opened my eyes again and stopped breathing. Just outside my window stood the house my uncle lived in and the place I feared. I unbuckled myself from the seat and just as I was about to reach for the door it swung open. My heart sank as my uncle dragged me out of the car. "Come here!" He commanded, pulling me close and clamping down on my wrist. He didn't let go of me even after we got inside.

He threw me onto the couch and crawled on top of me. "So I'm curious, exactly how long did you think you could run from me?" His fingers found their way around my waist and pulled down on my pants. My heart beat faster as the other guy grabbed and held my hands down. "Well!"

"I wasn't running. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm so sor-" slap. The skin on my cheek felt raw as he pulled his hand away from my face. I let the tears fall right then.

My pants hit onto the, my belt clinking against the wooden floor. Next he worked to pull my boxers down past my knees. I pulled my legs together. "Stop!" He slapped me again.

"What's with this sudden burst? Usually you just sit there and let us have our way, little doll" he hissed, leaning down and looking straight into my eyes. "Doesn't matter. I'm sure it'll be all the more fun if you struggle"

I stared into his eyes. His crooked smile changed to a slight glare. "What's with that look?" Only then did I realize I was glaring at him. "Don't stop. It's better to see that fight in you. But no matter how mad you get you won't stop me from doing this-"

Suddenly I arched my back as I felt a foreign object press between my thighs. My breath hitched as he pulled it in and out of me slowly and sometimes fast. He giggled, like he was enjoying my pain. "How does that make you feel?" I didn't answer. I was in a great deal of pain, but at the same time that pain subsided and all I was left with was unbearable pleasure.

I shook my head, trying not to move my hips too much. He tilted his head. "Really? Your body seems to disagree" he chuckled, flicking my member which caused me to shiver. "Your adorable, Yuki. Just like a girl. Speaking of which someone would like to see you in a skirt and dress. I'm thinking Daisuke could practice his photography too, wouldn't you agree?"

The man holding my arms down, Daisuke, nodded. I jolted, realizing what they planned to do. "Don't move" Daisuke grunted.

Uncle pulled the toy out of me and placed it on the side. I hadn't cum yet so I hurt really badly. I longed for more. He picked me up bridle style and carried me to the other side of the living room where the camera layed. He took my shirt off and sat me down in the stool, completely naked. Before Daisuke took the picture uncle threw a dress at me. "Put it on" be commanded.

I placed the dress on and sat back down. It was a short dress that showed off my upper thighs, but I didn't have hair there. Uncle always made me shave for this sort of thing. A few flashing lights had me blink and faltered.

The pictures were always the beginning of the madness. After this, people showed up and dragged me into the back room. That's the place I fear the most. Anything can happen in that room. They do whatever they want for however long they want.

And so for hours they continued to have their way with me.

I don't know how much time passed when I woke up. My skin felt cold and my lower half hurt beyond all belief. I pushed myself up and looked around. The outside was pitch black. I moved my hand in the dark until I felt someone beside me. Uncle lay beside me, his chest bare and sleeping soundlessly. Pulling the covers off just a bit I realized I was completely naked. I pulled the covers over myself again, putting my head down.

I felt so violated and used. It made me sick just thinking about my uncle and his guests.

There wasn't a thing I could do, except sit here and cry.