Lust and Wrath

Chapter 4

Daniel Bullei's Point of View-

Warning, gay sexual content :P

I gulped, picked up my stuff, grabbed my homework from the teacher and then left the class. The hallways were empty and quiet after the door shut. Nobody was in sight, which was a reassuring and paranoid at the same time. I began to walk towards the hallways towards the front of the school, or at least where I thought it was. I can do this, my mum is in the front office waiting for me, all I need to do is get to her.

My shoes were the only sound in the hallway.

Or at least the only ones I could hear.

Something grabbed my shoulders, and jerked me around. And there he was, standing in front of me, giving me the same glare we had both grown accustomed with. I cringed at how tall and overpowering he looked. His fists were clenched at his sides, waiting to strike I guess. I was barely even half my way to the office, and this happened.

"You tried to run away?" he mocks. "How fucking pathetic."

I didn't understand why he was so mad at me. All I did was accidentally bump into him, it's not like I murdered his best friend or something. "Why are you so mad at me, what did I ever do to you, you jerk?" I say, standing up for myself.

My glasses fall of my face onto the floor, and my eyes jerk themselves close after my cheek has been impacted by a fist. I whimper a little, and fall onto the floor, on my knees, hand on cheek trying to caress the pain. I can feel myself crying a little, I should have never opened my mouth, now I just marked my grave.

He laughs at how weak and pathetic I am, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. He kneels down towards me, pushes me down to where I'm laying flat on the floor, and gropes me where the sun doesn't shine.

What the fuck?

"What do you say, we go have a little fun?" He gives me an evil smile.

Oh no.

He stands up, and grabs my right leg, and pulls me easily like a bag down the hallway, ducking beneath doors that lead into classrooms. He's going to do something to me, something terrible, I don't know if it is what I think it is, but the signs he just gave are none the less more obvious. I try to claw at the floor, but my fingernails jerk back as he continues to pull me. "Please, let me go!" I shout. "Help!"

But it's too late, once we're standing in front of one of the school exits. He bends down again, and lifts me above and onto his shoulders, and started carrying me as if I was limp. With my short height, and his height being like a foot taller, it's only natural that he'd be able to carry me with such ease. He doesn't even care if I'm still conscious, I'm upside-down, facing his back, while he carries me like a backpack.

I try to shout out loud with my frail voice, but we're already outside before it anybody can even hear me. He walks down the small steps, my head thudding against his back, and he finally steps on the gravel of the school's side car parking lots. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it, please! I'm sorry!"

He continues to ignore me, while he walks wherever he's going. He steps inside a small door on the side of the school, and locks it behind him. How he even got in, I don't know. How he's able to lock it, I don't know. I don't know anymore, somebody just help me for the love of God.

He surprisingly, gently places me down on my back, to where I'm facing him standing above my face. He gives me a grin, nothing good can come of this.

He hastily unzips my skinny jeans, and pulls them down. I try to get and and run away from this homophobe, but he restrains my arms, keeping them on the ground. He takes off my boxers, revealing my length. I am so creeped out right now, there isn't even a definition in the dictionary for how shocked I am. There is no doubt he is a gay homophobe, and what he's about to do is something terrible and no doubtedly cause me to lose my virginity forever.

He unzips his faded black skinny jeans then, and takes off his boxers, revealing his manhood right in front of me. I struggle as hard as I can to get away, but he doesn't budge. He then releases his hands, and topples me over. This is escalating way too fast for me to even comprehend. He sits on my hind legs, and that's the point where I feel as if life is fading away altogether.

He pauses for a second, doing something where I can't see, and then he starts to rub it all over my bum. "Scott, stop it!" I shout out his name, but he ignores me and continues. It's going to hurt. I'm not ready, and he's going to hurt me. He's going to rape me.

I hear him spitting on his hands, and rubbing it on his length, and then without a word, he penetrates me.

"F-fuck," I cough out. That hurt like hell, and he's finally inside of me. I think about trying to reach my phone, but it's in my pants behind me, so I'm basically hopeless.

I've always dreamed of having a gay boyfriend and maybe, maybe, having sexual intercourse, but not like this.

He oddly stops for a few minutes, which luckily gives me enough time to adjust and catch my breath, and then he starts thrusting slowly. It's really painful, and I just want him to stop, and yet it feels so good. What he's doing is wrong, and he needs to go to jail for it, but he's targetting my weakness right now. I can't believe I was so blind as to not see him walking down the hallway. My first day of school, and I get raped, goody me.

He starts thrusting harder, and he begins to moan. "Fuck, Daniel!" I've never felt so much pain before in my life, and it's only seconds before my virginity is taken away. I can already hear him coming to his high. In a matter of seconds, with increasing pain, he jerks to a stop, which I guess means he already filled me.

There were so many thoughts rushing throughout my head that I probably couldn't feel it happening. He slowly pulls out, leaving me still facing the floor on my nose, and I hear something get tossed in the trashcan. Whatever it was, I could honestly care less. This guy just took my virginity away. A tear reaches my mouth, which tells me I've been crying for a while now, and he didn't even care.

I turn my head around, to see him standing at the exit of the bathroom, and looking at me straight in the eyes. His facial expression is much more calm now, no wait.

It's almost like he's full of... Regret?

He shakes his head, and walks out of the bathroom without another word. I don't know what that was all about, but I'm still comprehending the fact that I've just been raped by one of my classmates.

I'm going to call him out, I'm going to tell somebody. This is beyond far, an empty threat was at the beginning, and now he literally took my virginity away without my consent. I'm going to press charges against him, sue him, hopefully he'll get kicked out of this school and never come back.

And yet, a little thought in my mind tells me- that I shouldn't...