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Kurt shivered as the five men surrounded him, the first one he'd run into, who wore a leather jacket and had light brown curly hair smirked as he let his hands run down to the bottom of Kurt's jacket and shirt. He kept his eyes on the frightened teen's face as he forced the shirt up, the man behind him, with dark black shoulder length hair, also wearing a leather jacket... in fact they all did... moved his arms from around Kurt's chest to grab his arms, forcing them up so that the other could yank the shirt and jacket off.

Kurt whimpered and let a soft sob escape his lips as the man in front of him chuckled softly, smirking as he reached up to brush a hand over Kurt's bruised cheek. A second later his hand moved, grabbing his chin and forcing the other to look into his deep green eyes, his free hand brushing a strand of blond hair from his eyes as he just stared at the other.

"Please let me go," Kurt whispered out in a frightned voice as the man chuckled softly, his emerald eyes boring into the teen's bright blue ones. He said nothing as he leaned forward, capturing the others lips in his own again, his cigarette having been given to one of the other two men who'd just been watching everything so far.

Kurt let out a muffled cry into the kiss, tears slipping down his cheeks as the four men around him laughed, watching what seemed to be their leader, claiming the youth's lips in the harsh kiss. When the man finally pulled away Kurt coughed a bit, gagging a little at the disgusting taste in his mouth... cigarettes and strong alcohol. He wanted to throw up right then and there.

He glanced up after a while to the two quiet men behind the blond leader, his eyes pleading. The messy dark haired brunette smirked at bit at the look in the boy's eyes and licked his lips, the other male with long straight dirty blond hair chuckled as he shook his head... no way in hell this kid was getting out of this... he was theirs until they got tired of him. Sucks to be him...

Blue eyes turned to the ground at this point, tears still slipping silently down Kurt's cheeks. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he felt someone else's lips against his neck, kissing and nipping at his flesh and sending light shivers through him. He mewled and blushed a bit at this but didn't dare move...

Kurt winced and let out a yelp as the man behind him opened his mouth a little wider and bit a little harder... ok... a lot harder. Pain shot through his flesh as Kurt tried to yank away which only really caused more pain before he stilled, shivering as the leader finally let his face go and the one behind him pulled away from his neck.

"Be a good boy and you'll get out of this in one piece..." the leader spoke as he pulled a knife from his pocket, letting it glint in the limited light of the alleyway before he put it away again... he knew he'd gotten the point across to the kid and if the kid tried anything... he wasn't afraid to show the kid he wasn't full of bullshit.

Kurt tensed when the leader pulled out the knife, nodding, frightened, as he went quiet, trying to stifle a sob as he stared at the threatening sharp tool. He moved his eyes to the leader as the man nodded, looking to the one next to Kurt with the light curly brown hair who smirked and reached out to grip Kurt's arm, the one farther from him.

Kurt shivered, eyes snapping to the curly haired male as the one behind him leaned into his ear, "turn around kid..." he let out as his arm was yanked, almost forcing him to turn anyway. He awkwardly did as he was told, frightened and trembling as he stared at the man who had been behind him before but was now in front of him.

The leader smirked now as he let his hands wander over Kurt's bare back, moving around him to run over his chest and down towards his hips as Kurt felt the man's leather clad chest press up against his back. He let out a quiet meek noise as he shook his head as the man shifted a little higher, pressing his hips to Kurt's lower back, letting the frightened boy feel his hardened flesh through his jeans.

"N... no... stop please stop..." Kurt cried out though not loud enough to draw too much attention. All he got from the men, however, were quiet laughs as the dark haired male in front of him finally shifted to back up a bit as he grabbed Kurt's arms, yanking them forward and forcing the boy to fall forwards onto his chest as the five of them laughed.

Kurt struggled with the male's tight grip, wincing and clenching his eyes shut as his chest hit the ground. When his arms were released, however, he didn't move. He was now in a laying, kneeling position, chest on the ground but his knees still curled up somewhat underneath him. He was afraid to budge... it was just best to do as he was told. He did curl his arms around his head after a few seconds, however, as he sobbed softly.

His sobs got a bit louder as Kurt felt the leader's hands moving down to his belt, back still pressed to Kurt's own and the others hard clothed erection resting against the cleft of Kurt's ass. The man grinned with triumph behind him as he finally undid Kurt's belt and pulled it out of the loops, cooing in the youth's ear, "That's a good boy..."

Kurt's whole body was trembling as the blond male brought his belt up, smirking as the dark haired male nodded, letting out, "Put your hands behind your back, baby," causing Kurt to tense and shake his head, letting out a panicked utterance of, "N... no... no, no..." His breathing was shallow and he couldn't calm himself down anymore.

The leader glared down at the boy though Kurt couldn't see it and the curly haired male and the black haired male in front of Kurt instantly moved to grab Kurt's arms. The teen began struggling frantically and before they knew it he was letting out a shrill scream that echoed through the dark night air.

The moment the scream left his lips Kurt would regret it as the leader dropped the belt to the alleyway floor and pulled out the knife. He glared daggers at the boy as he quickly moved the knife to his shoulder, not thinking twice before slicing a long gash through the flesh though not overly deep... but it would bleed...

Kurt made to scream but the curly haired male had let go of Kurt's arm and pressed his hand over the others mouth, yanking him up by the hair at the same time. The black haired man just watched as the boy finally went limp, letting out frantic pained whimpers as blood slipped down his back from his sliced shoulder.

"I told you to shut your trap you little shit... next time I go for your pretty little face got it?" the leader growled out as Kurt let the two other males yank his arms back so their leader could tie him up with the belt. The dirty blond haired male smirked as he handed the belt to their leader who tied Kurt's wrists behind his back leaving him pretty much at their mercy as he cried softly.

Kurt yelped as a hand slapped over his already bruised face, pain flashing through his blue-green eyes as he went still. Curly brown haired male let his eyes piece into Kurt's own as he hissed out, "stop your fucking wailing you stupid little faggot or so help me god I'll cut that tongue of yours off."

Kurt let out a shaky sob as he clenched his eyes shut, shivering as he took a few seconds to force himself to calm down and stop crying. He was so scared... he knew these men would do what they threatened... And that scared him more then anything. He'd never been so scared in his life... not even when his father had told him his mother was dead... cause his father wasn't here this time... he was all alone.

"Much better..." The leader cooed as he let his hands shift down to Kurt's pants again now that Kurt wasn't struggling anymore. He could hear the others soft frightened panting breaths but he ignored them as he let his fingers reach the front of Kurt's pants, undoing the button and the zipper before starting to pull them off the others slip hips, tugging at the tight fabric.

Kurt felt paralyzed as the man undid his tight pants and began to slip them off his hips. He knew there was little to nothing that could save him from this fate now... He couldn't help but silently pray that this was some kind of nightmare... that he'd taken Mercedes' offered ride and gotten home safe and was resting comfortable and warm on his bed, asleep with his father just above him in his own room.

But Kurt knew that wasn't the case... he'd made a bad decision and he was going to regret it... probably for the rest of his life... he just prayed the rest of his life lasted longer then this very night... if he did what they told him to he might just live... though he wondered half-heartedly if he'd even want to live after this.

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