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Akaashi Keiji was a model student at Fukurodani Academy and was seen as a role model by many of the underclassmen. He was always polite to everyone around him regardless of status or age. Despite his growing popularity among the students and staff he continued to remain stoic, unaffected by all of this attention until recently.
He had stayed after school longer than usual and that was his first mistake. A teacher of his had asked him for his help before he left since there were no other students around; how could he decline? As long as he made it home before it was dark then everything would be alright, he decided.
By the time he had left the school, the sun was just about to set and it would be dark in a matter of minutes. Akaashi didn’t by any means live in a dangerous or sketchy neighborhood but he lived in the city and once it was dark there was no telling what could happen. He had walked home in the dark before but that hadn’t been for years since he was but a child and just didn’t know better.
Taking a shortcut through the park was his second mistake. Akaashi hadn’t passed through this park since he was a child trying to run home long after the sun had set before dinner to avoid a scolding from his mother. He supposed now wasn’t any different from then as he walked across the soft dirt.
“‘Scuse me,” A gruff voice from behind him speaks suddenly and he jolts in surprise before turning around to face the man calling out to him, “Do you happen to know where I can find this address?” He holds out a piece of paper in front of him with an appreciative smile. His accent was a bit loose and he didn’t sound like he was from the area. On his wrist was a tattoo of a blue sunflower. Weird. His third and final mistake was talking to this stranger and he would come to regret it for the rest of his life.
Approaching the seemingly confused man, Akaashi peered down at the small piece of paper residing in his hands only to find it was blank. Furrowing his brows in confusion he doesn’t even have time to respond when the man’s fist comes into contact with his jaw, the impact knocking him to the ground.
“What are you-” He asks angrily before a hard kick to his gut silences him with the exception of harsh coughing and pained cries. His back is pressed against the dry dirt with his arms wrapped around his stomach and sides protectively. The man now looming over him gives a toothy grin before punching his face repeatedly, leaving him bruised and disoriented. He opens his mouth to scream as loud as he could but he's stopped when the man’s hand clamps over his lips, his calloused fingers pressing roughly into his cheeks.
“Don’t scream or else, Keiji.” He warns in a low voice before gripping his hair and roughly snapping it back to force him to look at him. The man can see the fear in Akaashi’s emerald hues from the light of a nearby lamppost as he straddles his waist, pinning the defenseless boy’s body down and pushing him further into the dirt. Removing his hand slowly from his mouth, the man plunges two of his large fingers into his victim’s warm, wet mouth. He coughs and gags on the appendages forcing their way into his mouth. His nails scrape against the back of his tongue and he’s sure he’s going to vomit.
“S-Stop-!” The high school boy chokes out helplessly before the two fingers are pushed deeper into his mouth. They massage his tongue and occasionally against the inside of his cheeks, collecting as much saliva as possible while simultaneously choking him. When they’re suddenly pulled out, Akaashi coughs violently as he gasps for much needed air. The man gives a low grunt as he lifts himself up and grabs the boy beneath him by the hips before flipping him over and pressing his face into the dirt with his back arched and ass up in the air. He begins unbuckling Akaashi’s belt and his terrified eyes widen as he begins to struggle again, thrashing and kicking against his assailant.
“Enough of that.” The man lets out a guttural grunt of annoyance as he grabs a fistful of the boy’s short hair and lifts it from the ground and then proceeds to bash his face into the ground. The boy was sure if there weren’t dirt beneath him he would have broken his nose or worse. His assailant moves his hand to grip him by the back of his neck to keep his head pressed to the ground as the other works his belt off from the loops of his trousers. Akaashi digs his knees further into the ground in hopes that he can’t remove them properly as he silently fought against him. Seeing this, the man simply smirked amusedly and pushed his trousers down to his thighs, revealing his black boxer briefs.
‘Oh god,’ His mind races and he feels his heart hammering in his chest as panic begins to swell within him, ‘He’s a pervert…!’
“I’ve been watching you for awhile now, Keiji,” He lets out a hoarse laugh and he sounds as though he were a chain smoker, “And you look much better underneath your uniform than I thought…” His hand lets go of his neck and begins to trail down his curved back before moving to his chest as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. Akaashi shudders violently against both the cold and the man’s foreign, unwanted touches.
“Please, stop,” He begs as he tries to shy away from his intrusive touches to no avail, “If you let m-me go I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
“I know you won’t, Keiji.” He chuckles darkly and roughly pinches one of his nipples, earning him a high pitched cry from the boy. With his other hand, the man begins rubbing his large hand on the insides of Akaashi’s thighs before he begins palming at his flaccid cock lazily through the material of his boxer briefs. The boy tenses and his breath catches in his throat. He was the only person to have touched his own cock, such as when he masturbated, but now it was being touched by someone else- someone he didn’t even know.
‘Stop touching me-!’ He wanted so desperately to scream out but bit his lip harshly instead as his legs began to shake once he realized just exactly how far this was going to go. His nipple is given one last aggressive pinch before his assailant's hand is rubbing his large hand down his chest and stomach before ultimately it’s resting on his ass.
“Do you like it from the front,” He continues to stroke his now half-hard cock to emphasize what he’s saying, “Or from the back?” He hums amusedly as he begins to massage his left cheek with his hand, causing Akaashi to tense up. “Guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?” He laughs again and he swears it sounds like a classic villainous laugh.
“Please, no, no, d-don’t…” Akaashi tries again, his hope of escaping being crushed to a minimum. The man says nothing as he hooks his hands beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly, as if humiliating him even further, pulls them down to rest on his thighs along with his trousers. Resting comfortably behind him, the man resumes stroking the boy’s now free cock until it’s fully hard and beginning to drip with pre-cum. He hated this; he hated this so much and yet his body was responding when his mind was practically screaming how much he disapproved. Why was his body reacting like this? Feeling warm air on his ass, he turned his head as best as he could only to find that his assailant was spreading his cheeks apart and blowing air against his puckered hole, causing it to twitch involuntarily.
With his cock being pumped with one hand, the man presses his lips against his left cheek and bit down hard, causing the other male to yelp in pain. Licking the minimal traces of blood from the wound, the man dragged his tongue across his cheek and to his hole. The man spread his cheeks apart even further and flicked his tongue over his hole which twitched under the stimulation. Akaashi could feel the tip of his tongue penetrate him and he whined pathetically at the intrusion as his cock continued to weep with pre-cum.
Tears began to cloud his vision and roll down his face, seeping into the dirt beneath his body. He also wishes he could just seep beneath the dirt and hide. Unfortunately, his mind rips him away from his momentary apathy and throws him back into his disillusioned reality. His whole body trembled beneath his touch and his cock spurt familiar white fluids and he sobbed.
Retracting his hand from his now soft member, the man hastily licks the fluids from his fingers. He moves away from him and for a naive moment Akaashi thinks he’s going to be let go until he hears the distinct sound of a fly coming undone.
“No!” Akaashi screams with new found strength and determination. His flame is quickly put out when his assailant begins landing punches to his back until he’s laying flat against the ground in defeat. His body was so sore from all the beatings he had taken in and he didn’t even want to move. He just wanted to close his eyes and just forget.
The man lifts his hips up and Akaashi groans in pain. Without warning, his attacker shoves his erect cock inside his ass, tearing the muscle as he buries himself down to the base. The high school boy lets out a blood curdling scream that would have been louder had his throat not been raw from screaming and protesting against him prior. The man on top of him- inside of him, lets out a pleasured moan and begins thrusting violently inside of him and it felt like his entire body had just been ripped apart.
“Fuck, you’re tighter than I expected…” The man grunts as the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin and pained wails is permanently etched into both of their memories.
Some time in, Akaashi had lost consciousness due to the immense amount of pain searing through his body. When he awoke, he was still in the pitch black dark with a dimly lit lamppost sitting several meters away. When he sat up he winced at the sudden pain in his hips and looked down to find his clothes had been neatly put back on aside from his unbuttoned pants and shirt. The memories of being violated so mercilessly flood back into his mind and if he had any contents in his stomach he was sure he would have vomited.
“I-I’ll kill him,” Akaashi’s voice was hoarse as tears pricked his eyes once more as he began to shake violently, “I’m going to find him and I’m going to kill him. I swear it.”