David Nielsen.

I started on this a while ago. Now I'm bored as fuck and finally got time to finish it <333 It sucks but here is how he died.
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David locked up his office as he headed out the hospital doors. He’d had someone cover his shift tonight. He’d been working literally 24/7 and it was catching up with him. He didn’t want to be too tired and fuck up something during a surgery. He yawned as he turned the corner and continued walking. His phone buzzed with a text.
“You going to be home tonight???”
It was his boyfriend, yes his MALE lover. He grinned at the screen.
“On my way right now babe.”
“Yay! You better hurry. Miss you <3”
“Miss you too honey.”
He grinned as he snapped his phone shut and put it in his pocket. Just as he put the phone away he was pushed hard from behind, sending him stumbling to the ground. He fell hard, hitting his face off the gravel. He cursed and whimpered before throwing himself around on his back, looking up for who had pushed him. Surrounding him were four large men, each twice his size. One had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, two of them had pocket knives and the other had a baseball bat. David eyed them all nervously as he tried to scramble away. He could’ve tried to fight back. He was a fighter. But his nose was bleeding horribly from when he’d been knocked down. He was so tired. He could barely see straight, let alone fight.
His ankle was grabbed by one of the men who laughed.
“Goin somewhere faggot?” He smirked.
David looked up at him as he was drug back.
“H-home….”
“Eh, maybe when we’re done with you.” One said, the others all laughed.
David trembled.
“Please…. Just let me go home….”
They simply chuckled and drug him off to the side of the road.
He tried to crawl away again, only to be struck in the head with the baseball bat. He fell to the ground once again. They rolled him back around onto his back and tore open his shirt. They threw it to the side and began attacking his sides with powerful kicks. David whimpered and stayed still as they continued the attack. He pleaded and begged them to stop.
They seemed drunken as they laughed. One of the men with a pocket knife knelt down and plunged it into his abdomen. David let out a blood curdling scream as the word FAGGOT was carved into him.
Suddenly his pant button was being messed with. Someone was yanking down his jeans.
His eyes widened as he looked up at them all with teary blue eyes.
“P-Please.”
They simply laughed, mocking him in snickers.
Once his pants were off his boxers were ripped open and he was thrown around to lay on his freshly bloodied stomach. He hissed. He had never been so scared. He was barely conscious, his vision hazy.
But he heard the crack of that bottle of Jack. Someone had smashed it over his head, the warm liquid soaking his hair and upper back along with his own blood.
“Hey he wants to butt fuck, fine by me, let’s let him.” One of the men grinned.
David shuddered, not having the energy to turn around and look at what they were doing. Suddenly something long, hard, cold and jagged was forced into his tight hole.
He howled in pain.
“See? He likes it!” They laughed and David forced himself to turn around. The neck on the broken bottle of Jack was being used as a dildo…
They laughed as they continued forcing it in and out of his tight heat. He wasn’t a virgin but it had been a while since he’d last fucked anyone.
It jarred his insides as he felt it tearing himself.
He screamed at the top of his lungs for help but none came.
They continued just beating the fuck out of him, using him as a punching bag, ripping out chunks of hair.
He could tell he was close to death.
If only they’d leave… if only he could get home in time… he could save himself… but they wouldn’t leave him alone…
He was bleeding so much, from so many places…
He was barely conscious, just praying for it to be over as they fucked him with various vibrators, three at a time shoved in his hole.
Finally, after almost an hour, they walked away, still laughing about what they had done.
David was limp, his eyes rolling back in his head. He could barely breath. He was going to die.
He pulled out his cellphone and dialed his lover’s number, barely having enough energy to do even the small task.
His boyfriend answered on the first ring.
“David?! David baby where are you!?”
He only got shallow breaths and sobs in response.
“David?! Are you okay?!”
“Danny… I love you.” He managed, his voice low and hoarse.
“David what the fuck is going on?!”
“Just… say you love me… please…” He wanted it to be the last words he heard.
“I love you but-” The rest of his boyfriend’s words faded out as his world went black. The phone fell from his hand with a thud as his body went limp.
Four hours later, David Nielsen was pronounced dead.
He’d spent his whole life helping people… and no one could help him when he needed it the most…