HIGHKEY mature warning! Includes rape and stuff so you're warned :)
Bailey hated the moans that were escaping his lips, he hated the way his thighs trembled, wanting more, like nothing was enough. He hated the way he begged for more, how more boys kept coming in after hearing about the slut in the bathroom, and how it was never ending.
He wondered how much time had passed or how many people had used him as their cum dump; he lost count a while back. He felt light headed, and felt another person stuff themselves inside of him. Two in one- still nothing he hadn't really already done.
His vision was blurring, how much longer would he have to bear with this?
Adrian threw the ball into the cup and cheered, the girl playing against him groaning and downing the beer like it was nothing. He had taken a break in the middle, chilled on his phone, until this girl in a tiny skirt and a tight black bralett had come up to him, twirling her long straight hair between her fingers, asking him to "play with her".
Obviously, he had known what she meant, but played dumb. He wasn't going to reject her completely- she was pretty hot, no lie- but he wasn't the type to hook up. So they played beer pong, which Adrian was fantastic at.
He laughed as she tried throwing the ball, clearly completely drunk, and it missed by a long shot.
"Yo!! Bro!" he heard a guy say loudly to his friend, "You check out the bathroom?"
Adrian couldn't help but listen, he'd heard everyone say something about checking out the bathroom and going on that direction but didn't know what was happening. It was a bathroom, how special could it be?
"Yeah dude, the guy has a good ass." his friend said. Both of them were so drunk.
Adrian furrowed his eyebrows. A guy?
"He just passed out, bro, no joke." the first guy said, "He took so much dick, and he took it easily. He's a real slut yo, and he kept asking for more."
His friend laughed, "There was definitely something in his drink though, seemed like he didn't even want it half of the time."
Adrian felt himself getting angry, this guy was clearly in trouble, drugged, and now he was passed out, and nobody cared. They were laughing about it, if anything.
He ditched the beer pong and went up to them, "Wait who?" he asked.
"That new guy, bro." the first guy said, "The one with the girly name. Brittany? Brooke?"
Adrian's eyes widened, panic rising in him, "Bailey!" he exclaimed, and ran at full speed to the bathroom, which a couple of boys were exiting.
He pushed the door open and saw Bailey alone in there, lying motionlessly on the ground. Adrian bent down and lifted up his head, looking at his tear-stained face in concern. He felt revolted by the sight in front of him, by what all these boys did to Bailey. That's why he left, Adrian knew he shouldn't have let him go alone, he knew that he didn't look okay. Someone drugged his drink and used him.
Someone opened the door and Adrian turned at them with rage in his eyes, "Go away!" he shouted, and the person quickly left, closing the door.
"Assholes." Adrian grumbled, and let the tap run, wetting a towel to clean him off. He then found his clothes and put them on him, "Let's get out of here."
He lifted Bailey up and put him on his back, carrying him out of the ruckus of the party, back to their dorm. He put him down on his bed and tucked him in before taking off his own shirt and throwing it to the floor.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed angrily, "I swear to the fucking gods, who the fuck would do such a thing?"
He looked at Bailey with sad eyes, "I'm sorry I was a bad friend." he whispered and sat on the bed with his head in his hands.
Bailey's eyes fluttered open and he saw the sunlight flow in through the windows. He saw Adrian sitting on the bed in his football uniform, unlacing his shoes.
"Adrian?" he said softly and Adrian looked up and smiled sadly.
"Hey, how you feeling?" he asked and Bailey let out a little cry, trying to get up but collapsing back down due to the pain.
"Like crap." he said, and memories of the previous night came flooding back, "W-Wait, how did I get back here? Did Tristan bring me or something?"
Adrian shook his head, "Tristan left with some guy from another school in the middle of the party. I brought you back."
Bailey looked up at him in surprise, "You did? Oh, thanks. Um, you cleaned me up as well I guess."
Adrian nodded, "But I couldn't do... Everything. You know what I mean." he said, and Bailey nodded as well.
Bailey looked down, feeling awkward. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to bring up the events of the previous night? Adrian must have known what happened, right?
Thankfully for him, Adrian came and sat down on his bed next to him, his expression serious.
"Look I'm sorry that had to happen to you." he said, "I can't believe I let Tyson get away with drugging your drink and doing... That. He's a sick bastard, it was hard to not beat him up at practice. Everyone's talking about it, though. I'm really sorry."
"Calling me a slut?" Bailey asked, and Adrian nodded, "Yeah." Bailey said, "It was bound to happen, huh?"
Adrian was confused by that but decided not to ask, "I think you should stay in bed today. Don't come to school, everyone will be too mean to you."
Bailey scoffed, "I couldn't get out of bed if I wanted to. It hurts way too bad." he said, "It's fine, I'm used to it."
Adrian looked down silently, biting the inside of his cheek. He finally turned to Bailey and opened his mouth to say something, before closing it again. He couldn't say it. But he had to, he needed some clarification.
"Bailey." he said, and the smaller boy looked up at him, "When you worked, uh, were you a... Um... A prostitute?"
Bailey looked down and felt tears well up in his eyes. He nodded slowly, and the tears began running down his cheeks, "It wasn't a choice, you should know that. My dad forced me into it at the age of twelve. Twelve. I was an innocent boy who just wanted his mother back."
Adrian leaned down at hugged him.
"It's okay, it's not your fault." he whispered, the information registering in his brain. How was he supposed to respond to something like that?, "I'm here for you, I promise."
Bailey let out a quiet sob, his tears soaking Adrian's shirt.
“Thank you.” he said softly, “Thank you so much.”
Adrian pulled away from the hug and gave him a small smile, ruffling his hair, “Your past doesn't control your future. Don't dwell on what your father did to you, it doesn't change the fact that you're a lovely, sweet boy with a promising future.” he said sweetly, “And don't worry” he added, absentmindedly kissing Bailey's forehead, “I'll keep your secret safe.”
Bailey smiled at him, “T-Thank you.” he said, his heart swelling. He was definitely falling for Adrian.
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