#24--May 7, 2019
*Warning triggers for rape, any type of sexual assault, and rape of a minor.
When Peter Parker was two months shy of his eighth birthday, he decided that he didn't want to play a game.
"Skip!" seven-year-old Peter cheers gleefully, running up to his friend.
"Einstein!" the teenager shouts back equally as cheerful, setting a hand on the younger boy's shoulder. Peter wraps his arms around Skip's waist excitedly, grinning a broad smile at the teenager. "What's got you so excited, Einstein?" Peter, who is practically bursting in excitement, quickly fills his friend on the news.
"Aunt May and Uncle Ben are going out tonight and said that you can come over until they get home!" Peter squeals as the two made their way into Peter's apartment building. Skip lives a few blocks away but would usually walk Peter home after school ended since he walks past his school on the way home. "Can you come over? Can you!?"
Skip flashes Peter a big smile. "Of course, Einstein! We're friends. Why wouldn't I come over?" Peter grins at that. Steven 'Skip' Westcott is his only friend. None of the other kids at school wants to be friends with the over-talkative asthmatic kid. None of them wants to hear him rave about the latest technology that Tony Stark made.
Peter excitedly talks to Skip about what they could do while his Aunt and Uncle are out. "Maybe we can watch a movie? Or play Monopoly? Oh! I know! We can build something with my legos!" Peter suggests, his eyes lighting up as they walk through the front door of his apartment.
Peter runs up to his Uncle and throws his arms around him, grinning up at the man. "Guess what, Uncle Ben! Guess what!" Ben grins down at his nephew, ruffling up his hair as he chuckles at his nephew's excitement.
"What?" Ben asks. "What?"
"Skip said that he can come over tonight!" Peter squeals excitedly, turning back to look at Skip who was currently leaning against the apartment door frame.
"That's great, buddy!" Ben says with a smile, looking up at the teenager.
"I'm going to go," Skip tells the man, pointing a thumb behind him. "I've got a new game for Einstein and me to play. You can call me when you need me to come over. See you in a bit, Einstein!" Peter pouts as Skip closes the door behind him before grinning in excitement. He wonders what new game Skip had for them to play.
Would it be a board game? A card game? Some sort of memory or logic game? Whatever the game may be, Peter hopes it will be fun. But, Skip's games are always fun. So he doesn't worry too much.
Peter jumps up and down excitedly when someone knocks on the door. It had been a few hours since Skip walked Peter home and Aunt May and Uncle Ben were all ready to go out on their date. As usual when Skip comes over to babysit, Aunt May and Uncle Ben go over what to should anything bad happen. They've never had to use the emergency information or anything before, but they always do, just in case.
"Thanks again, Skip," Peter could hear Aunt May say.
"It's no worry, Mrs. Parker," Skip tells the woman. "I don't mind hanging out with Einstein."
"Well then," Ben says, drawing the conversation to a close. "I guess we better head out or we'll be late for dinner. Have a fun night, boys! We'll be back by ten at the latest. Please have Peter in bed by then."
"Of course, Mr. Parker," Skip assures, flashing a smile at the duo. "You and Mrs. Parker don't have to worry about anything. Go have some fun. Everyone knows you deserve it." With a final goodbye to the two boys, the couple left, leaving Peter alone with Skip.
Unable to hold down his excitement, Peter bounds up to Skip. "What kind of game do you have?" Peter asks Skip eagerly, eyes shining behind his thick-framed glasses. Skip just chuckles at the overexcited kid, putting his backpack down and heading into the living room.
"It's a fun game, Einstein, but we'll play it later," Skip says with a broad grin. "How about we watch a movie or two before we play it? We'll play it in your room before you go to bed. It shouldn't take long." If Peter found anything wrong with Skip's wording, he says nothing. Because Skip is his friend and they are going to play a new fun game! He just has to be patient, that's all.
And so, Skip and Peter settles into the living room with the lights off and the movie Skip brought over playing on the screen. Throughout the movie, Peter couldn't remove his thoughts from the game that Skip wants to play. What is so special about it that it had to be played in his room and right before his bedtime?
Eventually, the credits to the first movie began to roll but it is only seven o'clock. Peter's Aunt and Uncle aren't due home for another two or three hours, but Peter's bedtime is coming up soon. His bedtime is at nine since it is date night. "Hey, Einstein," Skip starts, checking the time, "I think we have time for another movie before we can play that game and get you to bed."
Peter grins at his friend and another movie was loaded into the DVD player and begins to play. It isn't uncommon for the two to spend his Aunt and Uncle's date nights watching a few movies, but usually, they would play a few games before Peter had to go to bed. Peter hopes that they'll have enough time to play the game.
As the second movie progresses, Peter can't help but notice how fidgety that Skip becomes the closer his bedtime comes. Perhaps the teenager is as excited for the new game that Peter is? If Skip seems this excited then the game must be really fun! And so when the credits began to roll, Peter gets really confused when Skip tells him to get dressed in his pajamas.
"But what about the game?" Peter asks in confusion. Skip only smiles that broad smile at him.
"Don't worry about that, Einstein. I just need to set it up while you get dressed," Skip informs him, walking over to his backpack. "Go ahead and get changed in the bathroom. I'll be in your room when you're finished." Peter nods, albeit in confusion, and dashes off in his room to gather his pajamas.
Peter quickly pulls on his pajamas, excitement coursing through his veins at the prospect of a new game. He bounds out of the bathroom and into his bedroom where Skip sits with a few magazines and a bottle of what looks to be lotion. There is also a towel sitting on his nightstand. Peter frowns in confusion at the excited look on his friend's face and closes the bedroom door when prompted by the older boy.
"I thought we were gonna play a game?" Peter says, crawling onto the bed and beside Skip.
"Oh, don't worry, Einstein. We are," Skip says. Peter's excitement lessens a bit at Skip's eager expression and somewhat creepy grin. Something is beginning to feel... off. "This new game is only played with the bestest of friends. So you may not have heard of it before. But I'm going to show you some pictures in these magazines and we're going to replicate them, okay?"
Nodding in confusion, Peter looks down at the magazines. He freezes in place. On the front cover of the magazine are two men. Two naked men. Peter's face flushes in embarrassment as Skip flips the page, showing one of the men with their mouth on the other's private.
Peter's excitement for this game has immediately been extinguished by this point. "Now, you're gonna touch me here, Einstein," Skip tells the boy, pointing to his privates. At Peter's wide-eyed incredulous and confused expression, the teenager explains. "Oh, Einstein. I know that you've never really had friends before me so you must not have heard of this game. Like I said before, only best friends play this type of game. And we're best friends, right? And good friends do this for each other. It makes them feel good."
Skip sighs after a few moments of Peter's silence. "I guess I'll have to lead, then," he murmurs, promptly beginning to unbutton his jeans. When Skip reaches for Peter's hand, the boy pulls it away. His stomach felt heavy and it was churning.
"I don't think I want to play this game..." Peter says slowly, trying to inch away from his friend. Skip just shakes his head like Peter was being unreasonable.
"Don't worry, Einstein. I promise you'll feel good," Skip promises warmly, wrapping his large hand around Peter's smaller one. Before the kid can pull away, Peter's hand is already in the teenager's pants and touching his privates. Peter tries to pull away, whimpering about how he doesn't want to play the game while Skip continues to make the boy touch him. Skip's sighs of pleasure make Peter feel confused.
On one hand he knows he shouldn't be touching Skip's privates, but on the other hand, Skip said that the bestest of friends did it and he is making him feel good.
After a few more minutes, Skip's hand slowly crawls over Peter's thighs, making the boy jerk back. Peter's thoughts immediately turn to how this was so wrong but then Skip is touching him and pulling his pants down. Skip pulls Peter's hand away from his private, instead choosing to reach for the bottle of lotion.
Peter tries to keep his pants and underwear on but Skip easily manages to pull them off and flings them across the room. "I don't want to play this game anymore!" Peter cries out as Skip begins to touch him. Peter flings his arms out in an attempt to get the teenager away from him but Skip just flips him over to his stomach instead, kneeling behind him.
"Don't worry, Einstein. It'll feel good," Skip assures, his voice sounding sickeningly sweet and syrupy. The teenager pries the boy's legs apart easily and Peter clenches his eyes shut, shaking his head as sobs began to pour out of his mouth, a steady stream of 'I don't want to do play anymore' coming out of him. They are coming out in whispered pleas as Peter's breathing becomes shallow. He is beginning to have a panic attack.
Peter cries out sharply when his bottom erupts in pain before the sound's muffled when a rough hand forces his head into his pillows. Peter can feel Skip's heavy breathing on the back of his neck and then the feel of his teeth biting at his shoulder. All the while Peter continues to cry that he doesn't want to play the game anymore while trying to breathe.
Peter tries to drown out the sound of Skip whispering in his ear. "You're doing so good, Einstein." "You feel so good, Pete." "You're an angel, sweetheart." "So tight." "So perfect, just for me."
Peter shakes his head and sobs into his pillow as Skip pulls away after a long moment that ends with a satisfying groan and a warm feeling in his bottom. The towel he saw earlier is wiping at his bottom and between his legs. Peter doesn't stop shaking when Skip works his underwear and pajama pants over his legs. He doesn't stop crying when Skip pulls the covers over him, telling him, "You can't tell May or Ben, Einstein. This is only a game that best friends can play. It's a secret. They can't know. You don't want to be a bad friend, do you?" He doesn't but he can't stop feeling or hearing him on him even when the lights turn off and the door shuts close and he hears his Aunt and Uncle come home.
He doesn't tell them until two months later and he doesn't see Skip anymore after the police officers come. And Peter thinks that now it's okay. It's not a secret anymore.
When Peter Parker was two months shy of his eighth birthday, his only friend and babysitter raped him.
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