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Xander gave a sharp cry when he was showed against the wall. The force made him fall to the ground. He rolled, his hands scraped up by the gravel, and tried to get to his feet, escaping his pursuers. A boot crashed down on his back and he sank down, pinned to the ground.
"About time someone teaches you a lesson, Xander Harris." He heard one of them say and he closed his eyes, feeling the rain soak through his clothes. Why couldn't he learn to keep his mouth shut? He had known that they would snap but he just had kept pushing and pushing until he had the whole football team after him and now he was caught in a dark alleyway far away from safety. The boot disappeared and Xander rolled over, staring up at the glaring faces.
"Guys, I was only joking with ya!" He told them, offering them a friendly smile. He was far away from the areas Buffy usually patrolled which meant she would be a no show and he had to take himself out of this mess alone.
Sean, the captain of the football team, came over to him and punched him in the nose to Xander's surprise. He put his hand over his bleeding nose and stared with disbelief at Sean. "You broke my nose, man!" He snuffled, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.
"Aww, prettyboy is upset because I broke his nose." Sean said and his gang snickered. "Let's give him something real to cry about."
"Stop!" Xander cried as he was flung over, brutal hands forcing his face into the gravel. "Don't!"
His protests were ignored and he gasped as his pants and underwear was pulled down his ass. His eyes widened as he heard the sound of a zipper pulled down and realization slowly hit his dazed brain. Hands pushed him down, hindering him from moving and he bit through his lip, trying to make himself wake up.
Jonathan stared at the sight in front of him, not knowing what to do or where to go. Some guy, one of the popular ones, had told him to follow and blindly he had. He had known they were after the Harris kid and that had made it safe.for *him*.
"I.I don't think you should." He stammered and one of the boys heard him and came up to him.
"Why? Is he your *girl*friend, Jonathan?" The large male asked him, threateningly looming above him.
Jonathan rapidly shook his head, not wanting things to get ugly for *him*. "No. I just meant that Buffy."
"The bitch ain't here now, is she? Besides Buffy Summers can *suck* my cock!" The guy commented, a drunken laughter escaping his throat. His friends grinned, one giving him a thump on the back in approval, before turning his attention back to Sean and the loser.
Jonathan's dark hair frizzled in the soft rain and he pulled absentmindedly at the locks as he watched the rape of Xander Harris.
Xander stared unseeingly at the gravel in front of his face. He swallowed as a brawny thigh forced his legs apart and yet another of his bullies took place behind him. His senses were screaming but there was nothing he could do. His body was rigid in pain as one more thick cock forced its way into him. His butt cheeks had begun to redden by the many pelvises that had smacked against him and the cold rain falling down on him made him shiver. A sob left his bleeding lips when the cock was withdrawn and a laced up boot left a dirty footprint on his bare buttocks. Hate squeezed his heart when he realized it still wasn't over. Even if their attention wasn't fully on him at the moment they were still holding him down.
When Jonathan looked into Xander's eyes he could see himself. They were both jaded. Their innocence long ago snuffed out by the cruelty of young men. It was considered normal, really. The stronger preying on the weaker but Jonathan was sure it was never meant to go as far as this.
"Why are you standing there for? It's your turn." One of the boys said, bringing him slightly out of his shock and his face turned ghastly when he understood what they wanted him to do. He thought of running away, like he should have done hours ago, but a strong, firm hand clamped down on his shoulder, almost fatherly leading him towards Xander.
"Of course you're going to give him a go, son." The man told him and Jonathan blinked at the stranger's angelic face. He didn't know him and he saw that the others didn't either but they didn't seem to care about his interference. It strangely felt like he had been there all along and maybe he had been there lurking somewhere in the shadows.
The pressure of the man's hand increased and Jonathan sank to his knees. His fingers dug into the bruises on Xander's hips and he stared down at the bent, unmoving head. The others cum had made Xander's hole slick and Jonathan barely felt anything when he pushed the head of his cock through the torn ring of muscle. He could smell a tang of blood and watched his pale penis glisten of cum and blood. Was this supposed to make him feel that moment of satisfaction?
Jonathan turned his face up towards the sky. It really was a pretty night when he came to think about it. Starlit, dark sky and soft thumping of raindrops falling on his face, hiding his burning tears.
Yes, he was a chickenhearted, short loser and he would burn in hell with the rest of them. Funny really how easy it was to go from victim to perpetrator.
The End