"...no I'm not." Paul cries out as Jason grabs him and ymthrows him to the ground. "We're gonna stuff you full of cum you little boy whore. You can take that message back to Louis."
"B-but the truce!" Paul begs as Vinny holds him down and Jason starts licking his body.
"Fuck the truce," Jason laughs. He holds out a hand to Paul's lips. "Spit." Paul obeys, thinking Jason will use it to lube up but squeals in disgust when Jason simply smears it all over his face. The jock leader turns on the water and sprays the scared band boy.
"Dylan, Connor, work him over," Jason commands. Paul screams again as Dylan thrusts into his ass and Connor rams his dick down his throat.
"Be a good little bitch," Dylan coos as he rides the freshman. Dylan jizzes into the young boy, whose ass throbs in pain. Tears streak down his face as Connor cums in his mouth too.
"It isn't over yet," Jason laughs as he pushes Dylan aside and sticks his own dick into Paul's ass. Vinny rams his penis into Paul's throat and the boy screams again as he is anally and orally raped. He feels his jock captors cum inside of him and prepares to leave for the band locker room safety when Jason's words freeze him.
"Now let's stretch the little bitch's hole!" Paul gets up and tries to run, only for Dylan to grab him by the waist and lick him thickly, coating the squirming boy in saliva. He throws Paul to the ground. Without mercy, Jason and Dylan shove their dicks into his ass at the same time. Paul cries in pain as his asshole is stretched. Connor and Vinny stuff their penises into his mouth to shut him up. The width is too much and Paul simply drools around their dicks. When all four boys pump him full of cum again, they pull out.
Jason bites his earlobe painfully. "Go deliver the message to Louis," he says huskily. Paul can't get up because of how badly in oain he is. He crawls toward the door, jock semen leaking from his body. The athletes laugh and spit on him repeatedly as he exits and drags himself into the band lockers.
Louis sees the state he's in and hurries over, kissing the injured freshman tenderly. "What did those assholes do to you?" he asks as he helps the cream-filled boy to a bench to lay down.
"T-they wouldn't hand Dylan over," Paul shudders as tears overtake him. "And t-they gang raped me."
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