Adrian McIntyre

“Adrian, c’mon have a drink.” Adrian’s best friend, Toby smiled.
“Guys I don’t drink.”
The five friends were all hanging out at Adrian’s house. They hadn’t wanted to be babysitted but Adrian’s big brother, Drew was downstairs.
Jared, Toby, Keith, Blaine and Adrian. They were all currently sixteen years old but they had been inseparable since they were thirteen. Adrian was always the voice of reason. Their conscience. And tonight they were experimenting with alcohol. The bottle of tequila sat half empty in the middle of the small circle of boys. Adrian was the only one who hadn’t dranken any yet.
“C’mon just one. What could it hurt?”
Little did Adrian know that this particular glass that was extended to him had been tampered with. It contained a little… surprise and it could indeed hurt. More than he could imagine at his young age.
“Fine.” Adrian took the glass and chugged it, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat. “Happy?”
The other four boys grinned.
“See was that so bad?” Jared smirked.
Within the next few hours, Adrian’s vision started getting hazy. It was a chore to keep his lids open. He eventually blacked out, collapsing on the floor.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX*1 Hour Later*XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Adrian’s eyes blinked open. His vision was blurred. He could make out four fuzzy figures surrounding him. He could feel that he was on the bed. He also felt rough ropes rubbing against his wrists and ankles. He was tied to the bedposts.
“Guys…?” He murmured. His voice sounded distant… gargled.
“No I’M going first!” Blaine shouted. They were arguing about something. Adrian didn’t want to know what. But they stopped and turned to the boy tied on the mattress when he spoke.
They shared a devilish smirk, their minds all wanting one thing. To cause pain. They’d had this planned since the day they met Adrian. He was the perfect victim… so innocent. They finally agreed that Toby would go first.
“Wh-wha…?” Adrian mumbled, barely able to think.
“Relax, Aid… we’re gonna make ya feel real good.” Toby laughed, and the rest joined in, not unlike a pack of hyenas.
A breeze slid in through the open window. Adrian shuddered and he realized. He was naked.
Laughs and whistles were heard as Toby undid his belt and let his pants slide to his ankles.
“T-toby… please.” Adrian reached out blindly, trying to grasp his so called ‘friends’ shirt.
Toby smiled as he climbed on top of Adrian, straddling his hips. He aligned himself with his friend’s hole and pushed in. Without prep, without anything. Just roughly plunged into Adrian’s virgin hole.
Adrian wanted to howl out in pain. It hurt so bad. And Toby’s thrusts only became rougher, deeper, harder, faster. But he couldn’t scream. He couldn’t struggle. He could not even attempt to defend himself. He could feel the pain but it was as if it was not him Toby was violating. He was looking in on this awful scene, watching the poor helpless boy. He couldn’t describe it. Guess this was just one of the many reasons to stay away from drugs.
“Drew…” Adrian whimpered, he couldn’t cry out for his older brother. He didn’t even know why he’d want to. All he and Drew did was fight. Hell, why would he think Drew would help? Maybe Drew would join in. Adrian thought as Toby finally exploded inside him. He thought it was over when he pulled out but it had just begun. It was Blaine’s turn.
The same painful sensation occurred all over again. Silent tears trailed down his pale skin.
He couldn’t move. Whatever had been slipped in his drink made sure of that. A small whimper passed his otherwise tightly sealed lips. His eyes clenched shut, his hands balled into fists, erect at his side.
All this time, as Keith and Jared took their turns, Adrian’s ears were filled with insults.
“You’re worthless!” “Dirty slut!” “You’re nothing but a good fuck!” “You should’ve known we really didn’t want you as a friend, who would ever want you?”
Finally, once they were all finished the pain stopped for a few blissful minutes. Then four simple words spoken in Toby’s deep southern drawl made his blood run cold.
“Hand me the knife.”
“N-no. Please. Guys…” Adrian still could barely hear himself. His words were unintelligible although it took all his strength to get them out. His wrists and ankles were untied. He would have ran but he was still not capable of movement. He let out his first scream of the night as the knife was plunged into his lower back. He felt something carved into his lower back but he couldn’t make it out.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The familiar Scottish accent rang in Adrian’s ears. He glanced warily at the door. Drew.
“Shit guys!” Toby exclaimed, they all quickly dressed and were out the window before Drew could collapse on his knees beside his brother.
“Adrian! ADRIAN! Please tell me you’re alright!” Drew sobbed, eyeing his semen and blood covered brother, face down on the mattress. Adrian managed to shake his head slowly. He wasn’t okay, not by a long shot. Adrian grabbed his brothers hand and it took everything he had but he moved it to the bleeding wound on his lower back. Around the place where a tramp stamp would be.
“R-read it.” He croaked hoarsely.
“Wh-whore.” Drew cried. “It says whore…”
Adrian nodded.
“R-rape.” He whispered.
“I know darlin… I kn-know.” Drew hiccupped. “J-just go to sleep. We’ll deal with it in the morning…” Drew said, tears falling down his face. “I love you. Sweet dreams.” Drew slept in a chair right beside Adrian’s bed that night. As you might have guessed, his dreams were not very sweet…