Prologue
Hutch
Ihurt everywhere.There wasn’t a muscle in my body right now that wasn’t screaming at me as I made my way back to the cabin that I was currently sharing with three other guys. The coaches at the camp had worked us to the bone today, and even though I loved every single minute of it, the only thing I wanted to do right now was take a shower before I crawled into bed and slept.
I had to admit I wasn’t exactly thrilled when my parents suggested going to football camp this summer. Sure, I had dreams of going pro, but I was a fifteen-year-old boy with pretty much on my mind twenty-four hours a day.
Tits, ass, and pussy. The ones that happened to be attached to Mya Lane, my girlfriend, back home in Ocean View. Sure, we hadn’t gone past second base, but we were getting really close. I could feel it.
I pushed the door open to the cabin, only to be greeted by the stench of sweat, stinky feet and... Good lord, what was that? I was spoiled rotten not having to share a room with my kid brother, Patrick, and whatever it was smelled like rotten fucking cheese right now. I tried not to dry heave as I grabbed some clean clothes from my bag, a towel, my soap, and then headed down to the showers to wash up.
Maybe I could call Mya later tonight. It had been a few days since we had spoken, but that wasn’t for my lack of trying. She was busy working at her parents’ grocery store, and like me, was too exhausted most nights when we actually did make contact. I stripped out of my workout clothes and dropped them on the floor before I turned on the water in the shower and stepped beneath it. The water pressure wasn’t nearly as good as back home, but right about now, I didn’t care. The hot water unknotted the tensed joints and muscles that I didn’t even know I had. My coach at Ocean View High worked us vigorously during the school year, so this was saying a lot.
The man never let us slack off, and if someone even tried? Everyone single of us suffered for it.
I was looking forward to getting back to school this fall. I would most likely make starting quarterback this year, and along with the rest of my classmates, and players, we would rule the halls of our school. I would have my beautiful, smart, girlfriend—
Without warning, my arms were yanked behind me as something was dropped over my head, obstructing my vision. I tried to fight, but whoever it was much stronger than I was.
“Don’t try to fight this,” a masculine voice hissed into my ear. “There are more of us than you can handle on your own, Hutch Kelly” His friends’ heavy laughter followed behind his words. It sounded like they were all men.
I didn’t recognize the voice. I didn’t listen to what he said either and kept struggling as I was yanked onto my back and they began to drag me across the wet concrete floor. “Fuck off.” I slammed my head against the floor, which caused bright stars to explode behind my eyes.
Someone clucked their tongue against the roof of their mouth. “Now, now, Hutch, if you fight us, you’re only going to make it that much worse for you.” I was flipped onto my stomach before my hands were tied behind my back. Then I was pulled up onto my feet. “Walk.” Something cold poked me in the back, and I shivered despite the fear that swirled in my belly. I had gone on plenty of hunting trips with my father and uncles to know the feel of a gun.
A hand wrapped around my arm to the left. “If you run, we’ll make you wish that you were never born, boy.” Then my skin was pierced brutally as he dug his nails straight into my arms.
I wasn’t sure how far we walked, but it felt like a million miles. Since I couldn’t see with the sack over my head, I stumbled, fell, and had to be helped getting up more than a few times. I never said a word as we moved. Never even peeped, hoping that they would let me go if I played along. Finally, they shoved me down onto my knees and I felt grass and damp leaves against my naked skin from the rain from the night before. One of them clamped a hand down on my shoulder while another spread my legs.
That was right about when I suddenly realized what was about to happen. “No!” I didn’t even recognize the sound of my own voice.
Another hand landed on my elbow as I was pushed facedown into the ground. “Relax, Hutch, you might fancy enjoying this,” he insisted and laughed when I tried to kick back at him. That just resulted in having my legs pinned down by one of them. I was strong for my age, but whoever it was, was much stronger.
“You should feel honored. You’re so much more attractive than the rest of them,” another one remarked. Like it was something anyone would even want to be proud of.
I fought like hell as best I could. I screamed and I cried as each of them — I counted six — took turns raping me. They didn’t use lubrication, but they did use protection because I heard the sound of the condoms being ripped open in my ear every single time. The sounds of their voices in my ears, their groans, and grunts as they plunged into me from behind would forever stay drilled into my memory as they got off inside me. Tears stung my eyes, poured down my face, and before long, I wished they would kill me. I bit down on my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood because I refused to make any noise. I didn’t want them to know how much pain I was in or that right now I wished I was dead.
Then once they were all finished, they left me where they raped me in the middle of the forest, broken and bleeding, with the sack still over my head.
I must have passed out at some point because when I came to it was dark, I was alone and untied. I cried and screamed out into the black forest until I threw up my lunch from this afternoon. My body shook as I got to my feet, my legs threatening to give out from beneath me. This felt like a nightmare that no one, male or female, should ever have to live through. If I thought I had been in pain from practice, I didn’t even know what pain was as I weakly tried to navigate my way back to camp.
Each step sent searing pain through my backside, and more than once I had to stop, tears sliding down my face. I didn’t want to touch myself. I didn’t want to see what I looked like, for fear it would push me completely and totally over the edge. I’m not sure how long it took me to find my way back to camp, but when I did, I stopped at the showers, the same ones that I had been ripped from hours before, and found my bag sitting where I had left it.
I washed off, dressed without looking in the mirrors, and then limped back to my cabin. No one saw me. Not a soul was awake. I crawled into my bed, forever changed.
I would never be the same.
