| It wasn't a 'why' questioning Tank's blow, it was a question of why the redhead hated him so much. What had he done to deserve such loathing? Tank reared back, confusion written all over his face. "Why what? Why'd I hit you? Or why am I doing this?" He wasn't prepared for the clarity and purpose in his brother's eyes. Honker looked at him with such intense innocence that he almost, for the first time, questioned why he hated the boy so much. Tank shook away such thoughts and let out a growl, jerking Honker to his feet by his wrist. Honker winced in pain from the other bruises on his body being jarred and found himself bent over his own desk, papers and books spilling onto the floor. An icy feeling spread from his guts as he felt his legs being spread apart, but unable to do anything under Tank's grip on his wrists. "Why�?" he mumbled, the words falling like tears out of his mouth. Tank said nothing, just shifted to hold both of Honker's slim wrists in one hand. The other hand snaked around to the front and deftly unbuttoned his jeans. "Why?" he asked again. Suddenly the whole world exploded in a symphony of pain that erupted from his injured jaw. Tank had grabbed a handful of his longish blonde hair and used it to slam his face against the desktop brutally. He was too dazed from the quickness of the blow to vocalize his pain. All he could hear was Tank's voice, dripping with a mixture of hatred and doubt as the redhead screamed out his anger. "SHUT UP!! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Tank hissed into Honker's ear as his hand simultaneously wrenched down the boy's zipper. "I'M SICK OF YOUR PATHETIC BLEATING VOICE ASKING ME THINGS I CAN'T EXPLAIN!! I HATE YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Honker screamed and struggled, flailing his legs around as Tank's hand pulled down his jeans and the underwear beneath. Unfortunately, that only served to impede the downward progress of the only protection he had. He froze as he heard another zipper unzipping behind him. This was it. Tank was going to hurt him in the worst way it was possible to hurt someone. He wasn't pretending�it was really going to happen. All he could do was take a deep breath and pray that it was over with quickly. Tank fingered the tight puckered opening teasingly, then pressed the teasing finger inside his brother, not bothering to stop even when he heard Honker's breath sobbing out in pain. He pushed the finger in and out, in rhythmic pulses along with the vibration of the younger boy's inner muscles. The muscles clinging on his finger made him harden and shiver with anticipation of the paradise that was to come soon. "Honker�I'm going to hurt you now. Because I want to show you that I'm in control here. You are nothing. Everyone says that you're so smart and handsome and nice, but that won't save you from the pain. I want to show you what I feel inside. I want you to feel my hate, my jealousy. I want you to meet my green-eyed monster, Honker." Tank stated simply as he pulled out his fingers, disregarding Honker's whimper of pain. He positioned himself at Honker's entrance, the hot tip of his penis jabbing at his younger brother's virgin passage. "Now repeat what I just said as I take you. I want to hear you say it!!" Honker did, choking out the words through a cloud of agony as he was impaled in one harsh slam. He repeated it in a delirious refrain as he was shoved against the side of the desk with each of Tank's thrusts. He remembered hearing little grunts and moans of pleasure as Tank rolled his hips to push in. Then there was the feeling of his wrists being twisted as Tank pulled out. Honker's stomach rolled and he felt like he was being split in half with every forced entry made into him. Honker felt the sweat dripping off Tank as his pace sped up even faster. Tears were flowing from his own face just as freely; he could taste their saltiness as they traveled down his cheeks and chin. This was the worst torture imaginable; even Tank's bullying when they were younger hadn't prepared him for this. //You're nothing more than your brother's toy now, Honker. How can you look anyone in the eye ever again knowing you let this happen? That you allowed your older brother to rape you?// He shrieked in pain as a hot liquid shot up inside him, burning scraped tissue as it was absorbed into his body. Dimly, he heard Tank cry out his name before a wave of disgust and revulsion pulled him under into blackness. * * * It was still dark when Honker awoke, bolting up in bed as though he had just suffered from a terrible nightmare. His whole body was drenched in sweat as he threw back the covers, hoping and praying it was just a dream. Yes, just let it be a dream. That was all he wanted. As he looked down, it wasn't what he got. He was lying in bed, naked and bleeding out from his anus. Honker whimpered in pain as he rolled over to his side and slid a finger into himself, morbidly curious. As long as he was only bleeding, it was all right. Let it just be blood, he could wash that away. If it was semen, he could never get rid of the taint, no matter what he did. Tank would have finally won. He brought his finger out carefully and looked at the pearly opalescence on the end of it, just hanging off his fingertip. Rape. Tank had raped him. What would happen now? He felt so tired� next back |