Chapter 1
Peter kisses his sugar sweet strawberry lips and he hums in amusement. He purrs when hands slide up his hips. He's never felt so loved, he's never felt so comfortable in his own skin before. He moans into the kiss and allows his tongue to force its way into his mouth. He's slowly being undressed, he's being pampered carefully and he feels like a prince. He grinds down onto Peter and he gasps.
"A-am I doing good?" He wants to impress him.
He's breathless. He chuckles and forces Peter back up and kisses him again. He's holding him tightly, so tightly Peter can bearly breathe. His chest is unbound and is flushed, pressed against his chest. He can't breathe. He roughly grinds down on him again. He doesn't like this game anymore. He swallows thickly and his heart is pounding in his chest. It's painful.
"You like that Einstein?" He growls, his smile is wolf like. His fingers wrap around his wrist, tightly. They're pushed above his head pinning him down. The grip hurts so much. He chuckles nervously.
"S-Skip th-this was fun. But really, I-I have to go home now." He tries getting back up but Skip uses his body to force him back down. He panics and starts struggling against his bruising grip and body weight. He shakes his head.
NO! NO! NO! He doesn't want this!
"P-Please Skip!" He cries. "I don't like this game anymore!"
Skip leans back and Peter almost sighed in relief, until Skip speaks up.
"Don't act like you don't want this Paige." He snarls and Peter's eyes widen and well with tears. Skip doesn't stop there. "You wouldn't be so wet for me if you didn't want this." It's only then does Peter realize Skip's hand is in his pants.
There are fingers in his vagina.
Skip harshly thrust them and Peter cries out in pain. He bites his lips, he squeezes his eyes shut and puffs his flush red cheeks in embarrassment. He clenched his jaw trying to stifle a moan.
He hates his body, he hates how his body is betraying him.
"Feel how wet you are Einstein. God you're so beautiful baby. I'll take care of that tight little pussy of yours, don't you worry."
Peter wants to throw up.
Skip works quickly and Peter is trapped under him. Powerless and helplessly alone. Skip lines himself up and pushes his penis into Peter's vagina. He cries again, it hurts so much. "I-It hurts! S-SKIP! Ple-Please s-a-STOP!" He's pleading for mercy and when none is shown he starts to struggle.
Skip pauses abruptly. He grabs Peter's jaw harshly, holding his head in place. The grip is just as painful as the one on his wrist. He's going to bruise. "Stop moving." He growls, "It will hurt more if you struggle." Peter stills himself and Skip starts his unforgiving pace again.
He keeps whispering in his ear that 'it will hurt more if you struggle'. He whispers that to Peter again and again. It's said over and over like a prayer so it must be true. Peter quietly cries and whimpers as Skip hurts him. Over and over again.
He thinks about how he met him. He thinks about how he let him in so easily, because he was so desperate for love and friendship. He thinks about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He thinks about why he loved him. He thinks about this, and he cries harder.
Through the haze of skin on skin and sobs, Peter hears him moan out, "I'm close."
Peter freaks out, and he struggles harder than he had before, he cries out. He starts to scream, shaking his head no, no, no over and over. "NO! NO!" He sobs, "Please! Don't come insider me!" Skip forces his penis so far into him Peter shrieked. Skip covered his mouth.
He moans 'Paige' as he finishes inside of him. He's staring deep into Peter's soul and he is paralyzed with fear.
"See Einstein? That wasn't so bad. That game was fun." Peter knows deep down he knows it's not a game, but out of fear that Skip will hurt him again, he nods.
Peter stares at him, his hand still covers his mouth. Soft doe eyes have sad tears in them and he let's them trickle down his red, bruised cheeks. He feels humiliated. "I told you, you'd have fun." He pulls out and Peter cringes at the feeling. Skip goes to his room to get cleaned up and redressed. It takes Peter a few minutes to pick himself up off the filthy ruined couch. He covers his mouth to a muffle a sob as he feels Skip's semen and his blood seep out of his abused vagina and dribble down his thighs.
He feels violated.
He wanted it. His body wouldn't have reacted that way if he didnt. He wouldn't have been so wet if he didn't want it. He wouldn't have moaned like a filthy whore. He should have screamed louder. Fight a lot harder. But no. He gave up, not only his virginity, he gave up on himself. He feels sick to his stomach.
He grabs his slightly torn clothes and binder. He wants to puke. The heavy stench of sex in the air makes him want to puke.
He grabs a towel and shakingly cleans up his sore private part. His sobs turn into quiet sniffles. He struggles to put his pants back on. His legs and hips hurt badly. Skip comes back and helps him and Peter just wants to be as far as he possibly can from him. He wants to leave. He doesn't want to be left alone with Skip ever again.
"Don't tell anyone Paige." He whispers coldly in his ear. "You're a girl. They'll be mad at you if they found out. You're a little whore. You're my little whore." And Skip sends him on his way without a second thought.
Peter sobs and he has never wanted to die so badly in his life.