Naze...?

“Ah!” Shunsuke yelped as he was shoved against a building wall in a dark alley.

“What’s little boy like you doing out here this late?” The figure asked. He had a cold tone to his voice.

“I’m not little! I’m nineteen!” Shunsuke replied. The previous year he had graduated from Bell Liberty and made the decision not to go to college. He didn’t have to and wasn’t forced to, so what was the point? “And I was going home from a restaurant!”

The stranger walked up to the redhead on the ground. He bent over and grabbed Shunsuke’s hands and pinned them up against the wall. He tried to remove the stranger’s hands, but they wouldn’t budge.

“You…what’re doing?!” Shunsuke demanded, tears forming in his eyes.

The stranger smiled. “You really want to know?” He asked.

He removed one hand, still keeping a tight grip on Shunsuke’s hands. He took the free hand and used it to venture up the smaller boy’s T-shirt. He yelped as the hand started to make circular motions on his right nipple.

“Please…stop…” Shunsuke cried.

Shunsuke gasped as he remembered what happened with that damned Vice Chairman Kuganuma Keiji. His memories blocked out what was going on around him. When he regained his senses, he was on his knees and there was something shoved up his ass.

“What on earth…?!”

“It’s a pen…for now…” The stranger said.

Pen…? Shunsuke realized the one person who has these techniques.

“Nakajima Hideaki?!” He halfway shouted.

“Bingo.” He shoved the pen in deeper. Shunsuke couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure, even though it was rape. “So you’ve finally remembered me, Taki?”

“I didn’t….ahh…want to…” Shunsuke replied. He yelped as Hideaki’s other hand went to stroke his member. He ejaculated instantly with a girly moan.

“Heh…you do know you sound like a girl when you moan?” Hideaki said, finally removing the pen.

“Sh-shut up!”

Hideaki smirked again and spread Shunsuke’s butt cheeks apart, just enough for him to insert his cock. He inserted it with a low, almost silent moan. He ignored Shunsuke’s begging to stop and kept thrusting. Shunsuke came again, all over his shirt and the ground. Not long after, Hideaki made one more painful thrust and then came inside of him. He didn’t fall to the ground like Shunsuke did. He just pulled up and zipped his pants.

“Nice meeting you again, Taki.” Hideaki said before leaving the poor boy alone in the alley.

Shunsuke just laid there, replaying the events that just happened. He was just about to doze off when he remembered that he had to go back home. Back home…where he’d probably tell his roommate…after a month or so. But still, no doubt he had to go home. The redhead got up, with great pain though. He managed to put his boxers and jeans back on. He tried to wipe off his face with his shirt, but he ended up getting ‘milk’ on his face, too. He sighed; today just wasn’t going well for him. He smelt of sex, sweat, and tears…not a great combination. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his cell phone, which was luckily still in one piece.

“Yukihiko…can you come pick me up? …… No, I’m all right. I just fell and hurt my leg, so I can’t walk very well. ……Umm…I’m at the light by that new restaurant that opened last week. …….Okay, thanks. Bye.”

Shunsuke hung up the phone and walked to the end of the alley. A few minutes later, a red Ferrari pulled up.

“Shunsuke!”

He looked up to see Yukihiko waiting. He faked a limp walking over and got in the car.

“Shunsuke, you look terrible!” He said. “Here, have a blanket.” Yukihiko grabbed the blanket in the backseat. He always had one prepared, just in case it got cold or something. He wrapped the blanket around Shunsuke, who was now shivering a little.

“…..thanks….” Shunsuke said.

That night, Shunsuke cried himself to sleep. Of course, it wasn’t a loud baby cry. It was more of a low whimpering. Good thing that his and Yukihiko’s room were on opposite ends of the hallway, or he’d never hear the end of it the next morning.


TBC...