Broken Soul

Disclaimer – I do not own any of these beautiful people and if I did Tommy and Jason would be locked away from everyone and be sort of forced to make many private videos for slash crazed fans like myself.

A/N - Okay guys this is where the story starts to get really serious. Thanks to everyone who is reading and review and big thanks to Baby Kitty for helping me with this story.

Summary - Pain, Sorrow, and shock. All rolled up into one night that no one will forget.

Nightmare

Suddenly grabbed and shaken by strong hands, Tommy forced his eyes open, cringing as he found himself face to face with his captor. “Jeff.”

“Well it looks like the little fag is awake.” Jeff sneered.

“Jeff what are you doing?” Tommy asked still dazed from the chloroform.

“We’re going to teach everyone what happens if you’re gay and go to our school.” Jeff spoke with an evil glare.

“Dude, seriously let‘s think about this logically. We both know you can’t get away with this. You can’t seriously expect to kidnap me and hurt me and get away without any consequences. Let’s do all of us a favor and let me go now. You won’t get into anywhere near as much trouble if you do what you are planning. I’ll have a restraining order against you for my safety, but beyond that, nothing will happen. If you do decide to carry out with whatever this is. You’ll be in serious trouble, dude. What is the freaking point? I’ve never done anything to you, what do you possibly have to gain from hurting me”

“One less fag in the world.” Matt sneered. ‘This is seriously getting worse.’ Tommy thought.

"Jeff--" Tommy began, right before Jeff's fist slammed into his’ mouth, nearly snapping the jaw and sending him reeling backwards. Immediately, Tommy felt blood spurt into his mouth and the fresh, salty taste that came with it. Falling back, he landed in the arms of someone else; Matt caught him and spun him around, burying his fist into Tommy's stomach, doubling him over. More of the group joined in as they continued to beat Tommy. Every area of his body was a target with their favorite area being his ribs. As he bent forward, clutching the broken ribs in his chest, a fist came thundering upwards and into his chin, knocking him backwards, groaning in pain, onto a bed.

He landed on a suitcase, the metal clasps digging into his spine. As the case was ripped out from under him, he felt hands on both sides, digging into his shoulders, pinning him to a bed. He screamed, and opening his eyes, he saw all six of them with sneers on their faces. One used both hands to clamp down over his mouth, nearly suffocating him as well as silencing him. His muffled gags were heard, but ignored.

Tommy squirmed as large, rough hands held his shoulders and arms fast, and an alien hand tore at the waistband of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers in one, harsh tug. He screamed again into the alcohol-smelling palms of the teen gagging him. Frightened, he attempted to buck his back upwards to push them off, but to no avail.

When they got off him, he opened his mouth to scream again, but was stopped by one of the jocks. Jeff pulled out a tube and held it directly in front of Tommy. Tommy stared down at it, frightened, scared, and afraid to what Jeff had planned. The inside of his mouth was still bleeding and his ribs ached with a dull pain.

The man, still holding the tube at Tommy's face, brought his free hand down to his belt and unloosed it, unzipping his fly and letting his pants drop to his ankles. “Roll him over, guys."

Tommy started to cry. His mind filling with the image of his dead body made the fear stronger. The group got closer and forced him to roll over on the bed, baring his backside to the six teens. A few laughs came from the group. Tommy continued to weep, closing his eyes and pretending none of this was happening.

The bed sank a little as Jeff climbed on, positioning himself behind Tommy. Before he had a chance to move any more, the guy thrust himself inside Tommy, unmercifully grinding his organ into the young teen's cavity, brutally tearing him in many places. Tommy screamed, biting his lower lip and clutching the bed in agony. He convulsed with terror and anguish. The older, burly teen pressed inwards and pulled out, over and over, not rhythmically, but angrily, tearing him over and over. Tommy could no longer scream, but the tears were unending.

Jeff finished, spilling his semen into Tommy, emptying his organ and then pulling out harshly. Tommy whimpered with a small voice, his back pulsating with discomfort. Suddenly, the gun was in his face; the teen who'd just raped him now held him tightly around his throat. He shivered, staring at the large teen, his eyes empty before pushing him hard onto the head board.

Then someone else had jumped onto the bed, jumped onto Tommy. Fists pounded into his back, beating him just for the sheer joy of it. Every hit made him wail. Tears had never poured so furiously from his eyes. The other man, still on top of him, had stopped beating his back and he heard the unzipping of a fly. Gasping for air, Tommy grunted again as another man slammed into his most tender area from behind. He felt something hot and wet coming drizzling between his legs and he guessed that he was bleeding from the anus, having been ripped and torn so many times by being entered roughly. He wanted to scream, but had no energy to do so.

Blood was coming from his mouth, from his chin, from his rectum, and from numerous other places on his body. He couldn't even cry any more, it was too painful to move. Lying there, he gasped as something else was pressed against his backside, much to the howling laughter of the group.

But it wasn't a penis that was pressed against his bloody opening.

"Go on, I bet it won't even fuckin' fit, stupid ass!" One voice said to another. Another series of roaring laughter echoed throughout the dimly lit bedroom. Something cold and hard pressed against him and with unadulterated panic he shut his mind off from the world.

"Oh… oh God no... God please no..." He whispered, choking on sobs, tears, and blood. "Please..." He cried one more time.

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Blood was still running down his leg. He could only see with one eye, since they had punched him in the left eye so many times it had swollen over into a large, purple welt. His back was spotted with black bruises, as was his rib cage and entire chest. Tommy reached out with one hand and reached for the door. He didn't know how he'd made it.

They'd all raped him. All six of them. The blood wouldn't stop postulating from his anus and mouth. Matt had been the last, and, as he came in Tommy, he leaned down, resting on the fresh bruises and shoulder muscles, before falling into a hysterical fit of laughter.

And they'd let him go. They just tossed him outside, bloodied, beaten, raped, and violated. He had lain on the ground for over an hour before getting the strength to move. It hurt.

He'd stumbled through the back roads to the houses on Crawford Street. He needed help. He couldn't walk far enough to make it to a hospital, as he was already limping badly. Choking up more blood, his mouth still burning with the metallic taste of blood, he threw himself against the door. Tears hadn't even found their way out of his eyes, as that would have required energy and he had none.

Kat opened the door as Tommy collapsed onto the ground. Before Tommy could even settle, Kat had Tommy in her arms. "Dear God..." She mumbled to herself, letting Tommy grab onto her shirt, letting her be held. “Kim! Trini.” She cried as she could. The two girls rushed to Kat’s side after seeing what had become of their friend. Kim rushed back into the house, grabbing her car keys as the other two cradled the bloodied and beaten Tommy lovingly in their protective arms.

To Be Continued…