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It was always like this. I would wake up, go to school, get beaten up, yelled at by teachers, and come home to no one, or to my parents screaming at each other. I wallowed in self pity as my regular bullies kicked my stomach; it was calming in a way. Usually when I was submissive the beatings would stop sooner, however I was anything but submissive when I noticed a glinting knife.
Immediately my entire body was on high alert and I was desperately trying to scramble out of the alley. “Where do you think you’re going faggot?” the quarterback of the football team smirked. “Jesus, please no no no no no!” I yelped, high pitched desperate sobs being forced out of my chest. “Oh don’t worry I won’t kill you, I think I’ll just tear out one of those pretty eyes, or maybe I should just cut your tiny fucking dick off!” his eyes had got a deranged look in them as he got closer to me with the switchblade. I knew no one would hear me scream as we were too far from school. “Please don-“, “Get the fuck away from the kid”.
A man with long dark hair had stepped into the alley, he had a gun in his hand and he looked even more angry and deranged than the quarterback. “If you don’t get away from him I swear to god I have good enough aim with this thing to blast your fucking cock off” he said his voice deceivingly calm. The blonde redneck immediately dropped the knife backing away and then like the coward he is he ran out of the alley abandoning his friends. His friends looked at the man with the gun one more time before following the jerk back to the school. “I, god, Th-thank, thank you so much, so much” I choked out looking up at the man. He quickly dropped to his knees next to me “Are you okay? Any injuries? Those fucking idiot jocks never fucking change” He murmured while running his hands all over my body poking and checking for bruises. “OW!” I yelped when he poked my stomach, he promptly pulled my shirt up over my head. “Shit” he whispered staring at the large black and purple bruises which had bloomed all over my pale torso. “I’m- I’ll be f-fine, j-ju-just it‘s all good, tr-ust me.” I mumbled tears still flowing down my face. “Is there anyone home?” he asked looking at me with his big, greenish hazel eyes. “I’m a-able to t-take care of my-myself” god why can’t I stop stuttering! Why won’t he stop looking at me with those goddamn eyes! I was thrown out of my mental tirade by him sighing and looking away.
“Come back to my apartment, I’ll get you cleaned up and stuff?” he asked. I hesitated, since he was a stranger and I had just met him, but then again what did I have to loose, things couldn’t get worse. “Yeah, thanks, my name is Frank” I mumbled hiding behind my long light brown hair, it fell to my shoulders and it was all soft and pretty like a girls’ hair, another reason for the jocks to call me a fairy. “ Oh my name’s Gerard!” ,he had this really big smile which showed all his little sharp vampire teeth, “ my friends like to call me Gee and you should totally call me Gee because I really wanna be your friend”. That was literally so adorable that I just had to smile. Still hiding behind my hair I replied with “I wanna be friends too, and y-you could call me Fra-frankie if you wanted”. He smiled at me “My car’s this way Frankie” he said as walked towards the alley’s entrance. I scrambled to get up and quickly grabbed my bag running after him as best as I could. He had an average car which was made totally awesome by the stickers of the best punk and rock bands in the world.
“I love smashing pumpkins! Oh my god the misfits, guns n’ roses! Dude like, black flag and mindless self indulgence! You have the best music taste in the world!”I yelled in excitement. “Thanks! Your coolness has gone up to like infinity. A totally hot guy into punk and rock, man did I get lucky!” he said grinning as he got into the car. I quickly got in after him putting my bag in the backseat. “You think I’m hot?” my cheeks were burning. He hmmed in response before putting a misfits CD in and cranking the volume up as he pulled out. “ Why did you have a gun? And What were you doing at the alley?”, I asked,
“I mean people don’t go there often”. Gerard’s face grew really pale and he looked like he was going to throw up. “Gee! Are you okay?” fuck I always said stupid shit to make people hate me! why couldn’t I just mind my own business? “I-no um look can we not talk right now?” he said agitatedly. “Yeah,yeah no sure” . The rest of the ride was in complete silence other than the misfits asking “Do you scream?!” from the stereo.
The building Gerard lived in was pretty nice. It was just this really simple beige colored building but I thought it looked like a really cozy place and I kind of immediately fell in love with it. “What time do you need to be home Frankie?” Gerard asked breaking the silence. “ Um my parents aren’t gonna be home at all until this weekend, so I could hang around as long as I want and my home really isn’t far. It’s like 10 minutes away” I said. “Well I would really like it if you stayed over because you know, you are injured and I should watch over you and make sure you don’t hurt yourself more?” he trailed off, his voice making the statement a question. “I-uh-I mean I could if you; uhm like wouldn’t I be b-bothering you?” I responded with another question. It was one of the things my mom constantly yelled at me for. Great Iero you’ve gone and annoyed him now, no way does he want in your pants- I paused mid though. Oh god, one pretty guy helps me out and now I want him in my pants. “You wouldn’t be bothering me at all not like I have plans or anything!” he sounded cheerful but there was a certain note of…was that depression? I looked at him more closely and upon the observation noticed that he had bruises under his eyes and his posture was slouched, his dark hair was drenched in grease.
He had the looks of a man who hadn’t showered, slept, or eaten in weeks, on top of that I could unmistakably now make out the same sadness I had in my eyes shining through in his. “Yo-You’re depressed?” I mumbled looking up at him form under my bangs. “I-How the fuck do you know that?!” he snarled glaring at me, suddenly extremely hostile. I squeaked in surprise then my hand trembling I pulled back the sleeves of my uniform showing him the scars scattered all over my arm. He took in a trembling breath before falling on to the couch.
I’d definitely made a mistake, I hastily pulled the sleeve down again and turned about to run out the door. “Wait NO!” Gerard sprang back to life yelling, I immediately froze obeying him knowing that the beating would hurt less if I was submissive. “Come here.” His voice was calm again almost soothing. I turned and headed back towards him keeping my head down. “Sit” he said patting the cushion next to him. I kind of stumbled over and sat down. “How often are your parents home?” my response was an immediate “Rarely”. At my response he promptly used his arms to cage me in with my back against the sofa cushions. His breath was hot on my face and I suddenly realized he was drunk I could smell the liquor and cigarette smoke. I never knew my dick to get so hard just because a guy smelt like whiskey and smoke. One of his hands slowly moved down the cushions and onto my lap.
“uhm” I whispered my face was burning red. “I want to fuck you. Yes or no?” he mumbled his lips suddenly mouthing at my neck. My really sensitive neck. “Ahn Yes o-oh yeah.” I moaned “please!” His hands gently trailed down from my neck dancing closer to my cock. What the fuck how old was this guy? I didn’t even know him what was I doing trying to get him to fuck me into his couch! “Mmmn gee how - oh ahn how old are you?” I whimpered as he continued kissing. He chuckled “I’m 20”, he mumbled phrasing each word with a kiss, “I’m an artist, my last name is way, and I’m into awesome music”. I pushed him back a little before switching the position so that I was straddling his hips.
“I’m 16, my last name is Iero, I’m a faggot who get’s straight A’s and beat up every day in highschool” I whispered palming his cock. “You forgot the fact that you’re a virgin honey” he smirked before flipping me over and pulling my shirt over my head. “H-how do y-you know that” I whimpered my cock twitching when I felt his warm breath on my neck as he started to play with me nipples. “Because of those delicious noises coming out of your mouth even though I’m barely touching you” he grinned before sticking his tongue down my throat again.
Immediately my entire body was on high alert and I was desperately trying to scramble out of the alley. “Where do you think you’re going faggot?” the quarterback of the football team smirked. “Jesus, please no no no no no!” I yelped, high pitched desperate sobs being forced out of my chest. “Oh don’t worry I won’t kill you, I think I’ll just tear out one of those pretty eyes, or maybe I should just cut your tiny fucking dick off!” his eyes had got a deranged look in them as he got closer to me with the switchblade. I knew no one would hear me scream as we were too far from school. “Please don-“, “Get the fuck away from the kid”.
A man with long dark hair had stepped into the alley, he had a gun in his hand and he looked even more angry and deranged than the quarterback. “If you don’t get away from him I swear to god I have good enough aim with this thing to blast your fucking cock off” he said his voice deceivingly calm. The blonde redneck immediately dropped the knife backing away and then like the coward he is he ran out of the alley abandoning his friends. His friends looked at the man with the gun one more time before following the jerk back to the school. “I, god, Th-thank, thank you so much, so much” I choked out looking up at the man. He quickly dropped to his knees next to me “Are you okay? Any injuries? Those fucking idiot jocks never fucking change” He murmured while running his hands all over my body poking and checking for bruises. “OW!” I yelped when he poked my stomach, he promptly pulled my shirt up over my head. “Shit” he whispered staring at the large black and purple bruises which had bloomed all over my pale torso. “I’m- I’ll be f-fine, j-ju-just it‘s all good, tr-ust me.” I mumbled tears still flowing down my face. “Is there anyone home?” he asked looking at me with his big, greenish hazel eyes. “I’m a-able to t-take care of my-myself” god why can’t I stop stuttering! Why won’t he stop looking at me with those goddamn eyes! I was thrown out of my mental tirade by him sighing and looking away.
“Come back to my apartment, I’ll get you cleaned up and stuff?” he asked. I hesitated, since he was a stranger and I had just met him, but then again what did I have to loose, things couldn’t get worse. “Yeah, thanks, my name is Frank” I mumbled hiding behind my long light brown hair, it fell to my shoulders and it was all soft and pretty like a girls’ hair, another reason for the jocks to call me a fairy. “ Oh my name’s Gerard!” ,he had this really big smile which showed all his little sharp vampire teeth, “ my friends like to call me Gee and you should totally call me Gee because I really wanna be your friend”. That was literally so adorable that I just had to smile. Still hiding behind my hair I replied with “I wanna be friends too, and y-you could call me Fra-frankie if you wanted”. He smiled at me “My car’s this way Frankie” he said as walked towards the alley’s entrance. I scrambled to get up and quickly grabbed my bag running after him as best as I could. He had an average car which was made totally awesome by the stickers of the best punk and rock bands in the world.
“I love smashing pumpkins! Oh my god the misfits, guns n’ roses! Dude like, black flag and mindless self indulgence! You have the best music taste in the world!”I yelled in excitement. “Thanks! Your coolness has gone up to like infinity. A totally hot guy into punk and rock, man did I get lucky!” he said grinning as he got into the car. I quickly got in after him putting my bag in the backseat. “You think I’m hot?” my cheeks were burning. He hmmed in response before putting a misfits CD in and cranking the volume up as he pulled out. “ Why did you have a gun? And What were you doing at the alley?”, I asked,
“I mean people don’t go there often”. Gerard’s face grew really pale and he looked like he was going to throw up. “Gee! Are you okay?” fuck I always said stupid shit to make people hate me! why couldn’t I just mind my own business? “I-no um look can we not talk right now?” he said agitatedly. “Yeah,yeah no sure” . The rest of the ride was in complete silence other than the misfits asking “Do you scream?!” from the stereo.
The building Gerard lived in was pretty nice. It was just this really simple beige colored building but I thought it looked like a really cozy place and I kind of immediately fell in love with it. “What time do you need to be home Frankie?” Gerard asked breaking the silence. “ Um my parents aren’t gonna be home at all until this weekend, so I could hang around as long as I want and my home really isn’t far. It’s like 10 minutes away” I said. “Well I would really like it if you stayed over because you know, you are injured and I should watch over you and make sure you don’t hurt yourself more?” he trailed off, his voice making the statement a question. “I-uh-I mean I could if you; uhm like wouldn’t I be b-bothering you?” I responded with another question. It was one of the things my mom constantly yelled at me for. Great Iero you’ve gone and annoyed him now, no way does he want in your pants- I paused mid though. Oh god, one pretty guy helps me out and now I want him in my pants. “You wouldn’t be bothering me at all not like I have plans or anything!” he sounded cheerful but there was a certain note of…was that depression? I looked at him more closely and upon the observation noticed that he had bruises under his eyes and his posture was slouched, his dark hair was drenched in grease.
He had the looks of a man who hadn’t showered, slept, or eaten in weeks, on top of that I could unmistakably now make out the same sadness I had in my eyes shining through in his. “Yo-You’re depressed?” I mumbled looking up at him form under my bangs. “I-How the fuck do you know that?!” he snarled glaring at me, suddenly extremely hostile. I squeaked in surprise then my hand trembling I pulled back the sleeves of my uniform showing him the scars scattered all over my arm. He took in a trembling breath before falling on to the couch.
I’d definitely made a mistake, I hastily pulled the sleeve down again and turned about to run out the door. “Wait NO!” Gerard sprang back to life yelling, I immediately froze obeying him knowing that the beating would hurt less if I was submissive. “Come here.” His voice was calm again almost soothing. I turned and headed back towards him keeping my head down. “Sit” he said patting the cushion next to him. I kind of stumbled over and sat down. “How often are your parents home?” my response was an immediate “Rarely”. At my response he promptly used his arms to cage me in with my back against the sofa cushions. His breath was hot on my face and I suddenly realized he was drunk I could smell the liquor and cigarette smoke. I never knew my dick to get so hard just because a guy smelt like whiskey and smoke. One of his hands slowly moved down the cushions and onto my lap.
“uhm” I whispered my face was burning red. “I want to fuck you. Yes or no?” he mumbled his lips suddenly mouthing at my neck. My really sensitive neck. “Ahn Yes o-oh yeah.” I moaned “please!” His hands gently trailed down from my neck dancing closer to my cock. What the fuck how old was this guy? I didn’t even know him what was I doing trying to get him to fuck me into his couch! “Mmmn gee how - oh ahn how old are you?” I whimpered as he continued kissing. He chuckled “I’m 20”, he mumbled phrasing each word with a kiss, “I’m an artist, my last name is way, and I’m into awesome music”. I pushed him back a little before switching the position so that I was straddling his hips.
“I’m 16, my last name is Iero, I’m a faggot who get’s straight A’s and beat up every day in highschool” I whispered palming his cock. “You forgot the fact that you’re a virgin honey” he smirked before flipping me over and pulling my shirt over my head. “H-how do y-you know that” I whimpered my cock twitching when I felt his warm breath on my neck as he started to play with me nipples. “Because of those delicious noises coming out of your mouth even though I’m barely touching you” he grinned before sticking his tongue down my throat again.
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