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"Welcome to your initiation." Mitchell Cafferty grinned, a mouthful of braces. But although the smile was unnerving, that hadn't and wouldn't intimidate him.
Jake stood there in his holey jeans and a graphic tee with torn sleeves. Nothing he'd been faced with in Prowse gang of teens had phased him yet. Scoffing, Jake scrubbed a hand through his unkempt hair, squaring his shoulders to whatever his peer had in store for him this time. Mitch was hardly the ringleader. He was just a lackey following orders. "I've already stolen for Jonah. I've already proven myself."
"Pff. You're the son of our Mayor, Jonah isn't taking chances with you. Consider yourself a special case. You get passed this next test and everyone will know whose side you're on."
Jake narrowed his eyes when Mitchell nodded to one of the other guys, Trent, he believed was the name. He was a couple of years older, out of High school, an all around average guy. The only distinguishing feature he had was an eyebrow piercing. Trent wasn't gone long, but what he dragged in with him had caught Jake by surprise, as his jaw dropped open. He was quick to recover, but could only ask, "What the hell is going on here?"
"Jake! Jake. Help me." Eric cried. His younger brother, by about three years had wrested with Trent, but the older boy was stronger. He was in that weird stage where he wasn't quite comfortable in his own skin, and he couldn't have been more opposite to Jake. Eric was excelling at school, he had a few friends, and was the Mayor's youngest son. He was...should have been off limits.
Mitch caught Eric in his arms when Trent pushed him in his general direction. Eric wasn't tied down by any means, but he also wasn't putting up much of a struggle either. Most likely because he was outnumbered and scared. Jake growled low, thankfully no one had picked up on that, when he noticed that they had already had a go at him. Eric had a split lip and the start of a shiner around his eye.
"What are you doing?" He did his best not to give himself away, only showing his anger.
Eric had kept that wide-eyed doe stare, those blue eyes swimming in unshed tears and unspoken pleas. Smirking devilishly, Mitch pressed his face into the side of Eric's hair. The way he inhaled Eric's scent, made his brother cringe in his arms, and Mitch squeezed his fingers around his bicep even further in. Jake took a step forward, before backing off. He needed to know more before he flew off the handle.
And he really did want to ride with these guys. They were his ticket out of this boring, and horrible town. Not to mention, hanging out with Jonah and his gang really pissed his father off. It was a win-win, except, he hadn't expected them to drag Eric into this. Sure, he wasn't close to his brother, the kid got on his nerves and he hated him most of the time, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about where this all was leading. He was never going to be the 'protective' older brother.
"Don't you mean what are we going to do?" Those dark eyes were upon Trent, in some twisted silent pact, and Jake felt the horror when he saw Trent readjust his pants to conceal his bulge.
"You can't be serious." Jake miraculously didn't sound as panicked as he felt.
Eric's own blue orbs flicked frantically between all parties, being too young and naïve to understand what was happening, but knowing enough to comprehend that he was in trouble. And where was Jake? Just standing there letting this all go on in front of him. He hadn't come to his rescue when they had cornered him and beat him up, and Jake wasn't about to save him now, either. Those tears were at the rims of his eyes when Mitch pushed him down to the ground. He let out another grunt as the side of his face hit the pavement of the side alley they were somewhat hidden in.
"Oh we're serious. Mitch do you want to hold him down or do you want first dibs on his virgin ass?" Trent was still giving Jake the side eye, and when he noticed the tic in his jaw and the confliction crossing his features, he interrupted Mitch, "Oh. Unless you have a problem with that Jake. Do you? Because I can call Jonah right now."
Jake swallowed harshly, seeing the gun hooked into Trent's pants when his shirt had ridden up, but he hardened his eyes and went over to Eric. He loathed the way Eric's expression and his eyes shone with hope, only to be dashed away in the following moments. "Why would I have a problem with it? In fact, I want first dibs. He is my brother after all."
"Jake." Eric could barely speak. His voice was scratchy, full of disbelief, and only rose in panic and pitch as his older brother knelt down over top of him. "Jake, no. Please. Don't do this to me. No. Jake, stop. Stop it!"
He whimpered, shaking violently, kicking at Jake when Jake's hands went to the front of his pants to undo them. He innately knew this was wrong. He was a uncomfortable and he couldn't stop pleading with Jake, even though it didn't deter him. He blocked his kicks with ease, knocking his legs out of the way and then dragged down his pants and underwear. Eric started crying when he was exposed to the other two males and lost the will to resist when he was rolled onto his stomach.
And his voice dropped off completely when Jake freed his own privates, and his cock laid at his crack. Jake wanted to stop, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to check if Eric was alright. His younger brother had gone so still and quiet, when he had just been whimpering and yelling at him to stop. But he heard the soft sniggers behind him, the looming presence still watching them, and they'd pick up anything encouraging and sweet he said to his brother to calm him down.
He'd had to think of Emily and what the pair of them had done last weekend just to get stiff and he cursed himself inwardly for doing this. There wasn't much of a good choice here. Even if he backed out and lost this chance with Jonah's group, he got the distinct feeling they'd still have their way with Eric. Him too if they felt slighted. He tried to tell himself that, and that it was better if he did it, rather then Trent or Mitch.
Jake would be gentler and safer, as he discreetly took out a condom package from his back jeans pocket tore it open and rolled it onto his shaft. Neither boy seemed to care that he was doing it, more amused that he was actually going through with this. He didn't have lube on him, they didn't throw any at him, so he had to spit down and smear his saliva around the rubber. For all his justifications, it didn't stop the sharp pain to his heart when he finally pushed passed the ring of muscle, just to hear Eric's agonized holler.
That was all he did, before he fell silent once more. Jake ignored the taunts of the other two as he strained to hear anything at all from Eric. Only all he heard was labored breathing and the occasional harsh moan and sob. The ones that slipped out of his mouth, the ones he had no control over. When he bowed over his back, thrusting more on autopilot, for the benefit of their audience, he saw the thousand yard stare.
Sorry. Oh shit, I'm so sorry. It was a mantra in his head. Eric looked dead, and somehow this was worse than seeing betrayal, anger or hatred in his brothers face. It hurt him so deeply, that not even the tight heat enveloping his cock could keep him hard. He was softening, and Jake bit at his lip, went through the motions and then let out a convincing groan of completion into Eric's hair before his flaccid cock had a chance to slip out of Eric's body.
Afterwards, he was quick to rip off and hide the empty condom in his pocket and tuck himself back inside, marginally concerned that Eric didn't do the same. He just laid there, motionless, save for the trembling.
"I trust this was enough to convince Jonah?" Jake's tone was bitter.
Mitch exchanged a look with Trent, who smirked in approval. "You're in. Jonah and the rest of the guys will never question you or where your loyalties lie again." Trent and Mitch had turned to leave, not caring what happened between the brothers now that they had gotten their kicks in and Jake could hear their laughter and jovial banter fade away.
"Fuck, Eric." Jake let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, as he fell back down to his knees beside Eric, trying to get him to talk to him as he helped pull his pants back up to his waist.
Finally, Eric did snap back to reality, but only to cry. He was stumbling forwards on his hands and knees, crawling away from him while he wailed loud and ugly. Jake was only getting a few words of 'Don't' and 'No', but when he heard Eric's hysterical, "Don't touch me."
Jake had instantly backed away from him, standing up and giving him space. He knew better, knew he should have left it alone, anything he said was not going to fix this, but he still found himself speaking to Eric's retreating form. "I'm sorry. Eric. Eric, Trent had a gun. I had no choice. I had to-"
"Go to hell, Jake."