His Best Man's Boyfriend

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e for lunch, they have the best mushroom Risotto in town, and I am a sucker for it. Once we get to the room, he

der against the wall whi

, I say bet

dies, stripping each other as fast as we can. He's fast, and I like it. I don't like guys who don't know what they

in the eyes and smile, "Should we get a drink first?", I ask taking not step away from him, but he pulls me from t

at the hell? He goes from all fifty shades to zero in a millisecond. His eyes look distant and cold, and he doesn't look like the same men I was just making out with just now. Two men are standing at the door with wicked smiles on their faces. They al

Looking at the three-man

he nods his head. Sebastian grabs his shirt from the fl

", I ask lookin

, Sebastian", One of the guys sa

g the faggot here", Sebastian

s says as Sebastian takes a step back

like this. I know a few people that have suffered from humiliation and aggression because of their sexual

d I fall back, hitting the back of my hand on the coffee table. I feel th

as I put both my hands on my nose,

the taller

mach. They start to beat me and insult me. Sebastian grabs my hair pulling it back while the others tear my clothes ap

ven seen them before in my life. Why are they doing t

l the other things they keep doing. They bend me over the bed, and I can't help but think of Archie. I hope h

t I can't. Everything hurts, and I can't. Slowly I mo

shouldn't. He used to be so carefree when we were younger. I remember the day we met. He looked so scared when he was brought to our shared bedroom. I was only there for two m

to say, but no

, and I hear the door burst

voice say. I can't really move, so I close