A constant nightmare


       And worst it got. As days passed, Shouta had to come to realize that no one was going to rescue him.
       Not his parents, not even his friends.
       Somehow he was cut off from the real world as soon as he step foot on his uncle’s farm –that was his only conclusion.
       Thankfully, or unfortunately, this new day would prove useful as prove of concept.
       —Hey kid! —The uncle shouted from downstairs—.
       —Yes, uncle! —Shouta firmly replied after running down the stairs—.
       —I ran out of materials to finish the barn’s expansion. I need you to take a bus to Shiozawa to get more while I finish coating the wood.
       Kaoru also gave Shouta some money as he said this, using hand gestures to point to the general direction of the bus station.
       —Get to Shiozawa, buy my things and come back. Waste any time and I’ll make my time’s worth with you.
       The threat did not even upset Shouta. He knew his uncle would keep having his way with him either way.
       His mind would not even bother to think of using this opportunity for running away, calling for help or even postpone the time spent together. He knew deep inside, none of that mattered.
       So, he simply took the money, a list of the materials needed and their measurements and went on his merry way.
       
       ***
       
       Like any other day, the streets and roads were seemingly empty of life as Shouta walked to the station.
       Again, a perfect opportunity to run away from his uncle, yet he did not stop. He kept on walking until he reached his destination as ordered.
       He bought a ticket, waited for a bus to arrive and got up with no delays.
       Even now, the bus too appeared to be empty much like the town. Only one passenger and the driver who did not even bothered to look at Shouta other than to take the ticket from him.
       The only passenger on the other hand; was completely asleep, apparently. Eyes closed and arms crossed.
       Hoping to feel some level of safety, Shouta sat close to him and kept to himself while the man –with great timing– yawned and glanced at him, paying Shouta a wicked grinning smile.
       Never had he felt so entrapped than when the doors closed. That glimmer of hope died as fast as it came to be.
       Thankfully, the trip felt short as he used this chance to rest as well –letting the sound of nature be his lullaby for the duration of the ride as he wondered how it would be if he too could fly like the birds that sang to him or turn into a dragon like his friends did. He missed them so much.
       Making it to Shiozawa is what put the nail in the coffin to Shouta’s idea of being trapped in another universe. Much like his uncle’s town, this one was also seemingly empty and soulless –almost like a ghost town.
       Shouta followed Kaoru’s instructions and made it to the workshop without an issue, bought what he needed and walked back like nothing had happened.
       Up to this point everything seemed to be as normal as ever and even gave him back his sense of security again –thinking this was just another errand. For the next hour or so, Shouta smiled again.
       But reality didn’t take long to dawn on him once more.
       Waiting at the bus stop, he noticed that the same bus was there to bring him back –even the same driver.
       And even the same passenger.
       Shouta instincts kicked in –having him wager between being late and dealing with his uncle or risking it all and taking this clearly suspicious ride.
       Given that he had no issues on the first trip, the wager seemed to be a no-brainer at the time. Shouta got on the bus.
       Adamant on the idea that he was being paranoic, little him sat next to a window –hoping to get distracted with the scenery.
       Nonetheless, this amounted to nothing. Out the blue, the sole passenger now sat next to him.
       Shouta was confused, afraid.
       The man kept looking at him with an evil grin he knew too well, touching the boy’s shoulder, face and groin.
       He tries to make the man stop, but the strength is overwhelming –he can’t fight back. His only choice is to let himself be groped by the hands of this stranger as they slither down his shirt or reach under his pants.
       Calling out the driver for help seems futile as the bus refuses to stop and the driver refuses to look back.
       Trapped, Shouta knows. Just like with his uncle, this stranger would have his way with him and there was nothing he could do but pray it ends quickly and with him still alive.
       He wants to numb himself, there is no reason to keep resisting if he can’t –and struggling would just make things worse.
       But even then, after realizing it all and coming to terms with it, Shouta’s body refuses to listen. It wants to run, to survive.
       After all, there is no stronger force than the instinct of survival.
       Thus, he struggles anyway –moving around his seat, trying to push the stranger’s hands away from him, only to consequentially trigger the man’s wrath.
       Shouta is now stripped from his clothes. Shirt tossed away and pants half-way down as the assault continues.
       The man climbs on top of him; the kid is pushed against the windows as he witnesses his assaulter pull out his cock in front of his eyes.
       His small mouth opens; the stranger smiles to the involuntary invitation.
       Foul smell emanates from it, a disclaimer about its taste.
       It’s more than what Shouta can handle, his mouth getting stretched and filled by the man’s size. He can’t breathe.
       The boy pushes against it to no avail as his throat widens to fit it all.
       Moaning comes out of the stranger’s mouth as he is pleasantly surprised by the tenderness of Shouta’s face –as if it was made for this exact purpose all along.
       The warm interior mixed with abundant saliva. Even if he wanted to hold back to make the best of it; there was no way to stop himself from going all out. Paired with the sluggish sounds of Shouta’s struggle; the moment called for him to break the little boy apart by smashing his hips against his face.
       Shouta’s head hit the window over and over, he cried in pain –and the tears became lubricant for the man raping him.
       The stranger’s grunts grew louder as he continued to thrust his hips against Shouta’s face. The boy’s small body trembled with each impact, his cries muffled by the man’s cock still lodged deep within his throat.
       The man seemed lost in his own pleasure, oblivious to Shouta’s suffering, or getting pleasure over them. He panted heavily now, sweat glistening on his forehead as he pumped harder and faster into the boy.
       The sounds of the assault grew louder, more intense. Shouta's cries turned to sobs as he felt himself being torn apart by the stranger's brutal actions.
       And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went still. The stranger pulled out of Shouta’s mouth, leaving him gasping for air. He looked down at the boy with a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion etched on his face.
       The stranger’s eyes roamed over Shouta’s battered face, taking in the tears and snot that streamed down his cheeks. A twisted smile spread across his face as he reached out to wipe away a particularly stubborn tear.
       Shouta flinched at the touch, his body trembling with fear and pain. The stranger chuckled low in his throat, seeming to take pleasure in the boy’s distress.
       The man leaned forward, his breath hot against Shouta’s ear.
       —You're such a good little boy. —He whispered, his voice dripping with malice—.
       Shouta whimpered softly, trying to push himself away from the stranger once more. But it was no use –he was trapped beneath him, helpless and vulnerable.
       The man’s hand slid down Shouta’s body, groping and squeezing as he pleased.
       The stranger seemed to be savoring every moment of Shouta’s torment. He took his time exploring the boy’s small frame, leaving no part of him untouched. Shouta shuddered beneath his touch, tears streaming freely down his face now.
       the man’s eyes glint with a cruel, lustful light as he looks down at Shouta’s broken form sprawled across the floor of the car. He licks his lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
       —Oh, we're not done yet. —He growls, reaching out to grab Shouta by the ankle and drag him closer. The boy cries out in pain as his body scrapes against the rough metal.
       The driver watches this unfolding through the rearview mirror, his own arousal evident in the way he grips the steering wheel tighter.
       Shouta tries desperately to scramble away but it’s no use –between one moment and the next, he finds himself flipped over onto his stomach. His naked ass is presented obscenely now.
       The stranger chuckles darkly as he kneels behind Shouta and grabs two handfuls of that soft flesh, squeezing roughly.
       —You’ve got such a perfect ass. —He purrs—. I can’t wait to ruin it.
       Shouta whimpers fearfully but there’s nowhere fo him to go, trapped between the stranger’s body and the car seat. He can feel the heat of the man’s breath on his skin he leans closer.
       The driver shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his erection straining against his pants.
       —Hurry up. —He barks impatiently—. I want my turn too.
       The stranger just smirks, taking his time to grope and fondle Shouta’s ass cheeks before finally spreading them apart.
       —Patience. —He chides, spitting crudely onto Shouta’s puckered hole—.
       The boy flinches at the sudden cold wetness but before he can even process it, a thick finger is pushing inside.
       Shouta cries out sharply at the intrusion, clenching down instinctively around that invading digit. The stranger just laughs cruelly and begins pumping it in and out roughly.
       The driver grunts in agreement, fumbling with his zipper one-handed as he keeps his eyes glued to the depraved scene in the backseat.
       Shouta’s body is wracked with sobs now, tears streaming down his face as the stranger continues to finger-fuck him brutally. He can feel himself stretching obscenely around that thick digit and it terrifies him.
       The driver finally frees his throbbing cock from its confines, stroking it slowly as he waits for his turn.
       The stranger adds a second finger, scissoring them roughly inside Shouta’s tight hole. The boy screams at the sudden burning stretch but no one cares –they just want to use him for their own pleasure.
       The driver starts pumping his cock faster now, drooling precum onto the seat.
       —Fuck. —He groans—. Hurry up before I cum all over myself.
       The stranger smirks wickedly at the driver’s impatient demand, enjoying the power he holds over both of them. He continues to stretch Shouta’s tight hole with his fingers for a few more moments before finally pulling away.
       —Alright. —He says, his voice dripping with cruel amusement—. Let’s give you what you want.
       He grabs Shouta by the hips and lifts him up slightly, positioning that small ass right above his own throbbing erection. The boy whimpers fearfully but there’s nowhere for him to go –he’s completely at their mercy.
       The driver shifts in his seat eagerly, stroking himself faster as he watches this unfold through the rearview mirror. His cock is rock hard and leaking copious amounts of precum now.
       —You ready? —The stranger asks mockingly, rubbing the swollen head of his dick against Shouta’s stretched hole—.
       The boy shakes his head frantically, but it doesn’t matter –in one brutal thrust, the stranger slams inside him to the hilt. Shouta screams bloody murder at being so suddenly filled and impaled, his body convulsing around the thick intrusion.
       The driver groans at the sight, he had enough and is now standing to the side, unwilling to wait another second without trying out Shouta’s hole.
       —Fuck yeah. —The driver growls, spitting crudely onto that puckered entrance before pushing inside alongside his partner—.
       Shouta’s eyes widen in shock as he feels that second cock invading his ass, stretching him impossibly wide. He can’t even scream anymore –all that comes out is a strangled gurgle as both men start to move inside him, fucking into him from the same hole with brutal force.
       The stranger sets a punishing pace right from the start, slamming into Shouta’s tight heat over and over again. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the car as he takes what he wants from that small body.
       The driver isn’t much gentler, thrusting roughly in time with his partner until it feels like they’re sawing Shouta in half. The boy writhes between them, tears streaming down his face as he’s used like a cheap fuck toy.
       The stranger reaches around to roughly fondle Shouta’s cock, wanting to wring every last bit of pleasure from him. The boy whimpers at the stimulation but his body betrays him –he can feel that familiar heat building in his groin despite everything.
       It only takes a few more thrusts before both men are ready. The stranger slams into Shouta one last time and holds himself there as he starts to cum, flooding the boy’s insides with thick ropes of semen.
       The driver follows right after, burying himself balls deep as he pumps load after load into Shouta’s ass. He groans loudly at the intense sensation, eyes rolling back in bliss.
       One man on top, the other behind him, both with their massive cocks ripping him apart as he gets filled with cum to the brim.
       Despite all the torture he had endured until now, this seemed to have gone far and beyond the threshold. He lost consciousness after a while.
       Only to wake up abandoned, near the bus stop and with his purchase in hand.
       Defeated and hurt, Shouta crawled back home –hopefully his uncle did not wait too long.
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