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A handsome, muscular young man exited the front door of the run-down bar. "God, these late night shifts are murder," Timothy Johnston sighed as he walked to the bus stop. Working at 'Jake's Place' gave him extra money above his college allowance, but he would be ecstatic when he could quit the sleazy dive.

The young bouncer unzipped his jacket and cut across the street, heading through the nearby alley. He wanted to get to the Yonge Street stop before the bus arrived. One night last week the transit ran early and left him sitting on that cold bench for almost 2 hours before the next one finally showed. He spent the rest of the week both cursing and blessing his luck after that night had ended. He had avoided being robbed while he sat there alone, but his attempt to get a cab into the rundown area was a total washout. Tim had been so exhausted afterwards he ended up sleepwalking through all his morning classes.

Halfway through the alley a twitch of forewarning began to tickle between his shoulder blades followed by his internal alarms going off, warning of major trouble near. Looking quickly around, Timothy broke into a nervous trot, determined to evade this unknown threat. Still, better to be safe than sorry, he thought, then smiled at the memory of his mother's favorite saying. Suddenly, something large and unnaturally strong grabbed the young bouncer by the back of the neck and pushed him to the ground.

"Wwwhat...?" Tim gasped as he struggled to turn and confront whoever had jumped him. With the darkness shrouding his adversary's identity, he succeeded in getting one leg securely under him as he grappled with his opponent.

"You jumped the wrong guy, bud!" The young bouncer put everything he had into the strong right hook he threw at the jaw of his attacker. Expecting to be free after that solid hit, his anger turned to astonishment when his opponent continued to advance. Unseen hands picked him up by his jacket and shook him like a rag doll. The next thing Timothy knew he was flying through the air only to collide against the brick wall of the alley. With his head spinning wildly from the impact, he lurched unsteadily to his feet, barely aware of the deep, baritone voice maliciously intone, "Come here, little boy. It's time to play." A groan escaped him when he was viciously shoved against the alley wall again. Mercifully, blackness enveloped Tim as heavy blows rained down on his head and body.

Pain slowly dragged Tim back to consciousness. He was one massive ache with spasms of pain flaring from select points of his body. Vaguely noting the blood as it dribbled from his mouth, the young bouncer tried to bring his arm up to his lips. The slight movement turned the dull throbbing sensation that was running through his limb into a sharp agony. He took a quick, deep breath in reaction, then hoarsely moaned as his rib muscles clenched in painful, prolonged spasms. However, through all the points of pain he felt, the one coming from his rectum was the most intense.

When the enveloping fog partially cleared from his mind, Tim realized someone had an arm around his bare waist while a hand roughly gripped his right shoulder, holding him upright upon his knees. Feeling cool air moving across his lower body, he finally understood what was happening to him. MY GOD! He's raping me! Timothy screamed in his mind, though the only sound he managed to utter was a hoarse squawk.

The rapist became aware that his victim was awake and transferred his shoulder hold to the boy's long, blond hair, winding his fingers tightly within the pale tresses. With sadistic pleasure, he jerked his victim's head back, causing the young bouncer's spine to bow painfully. Grinning at the groan of pain he caused, the big man continued to pound into the unwilling body. He loved the feel! He nodded to himself and knew he had picked the right one this night: a virgin in anal sex. This one is almost as good as *him*!

Tim attempted to break free from his attacker, but a hard slap to the back of his head dazed him into submission. With silent tears of pain and humiliation flowing down his face, he endured the relentless pounding and attempted to tune out the sounds of slapping flesh and hard breathing coming from behind him.

After what seemed like hours of torment, Timothy felt the animal abusing him finally reaching climax. His body had gone numb to the pain with the exception of his anus, which felt like it was on fire as his assailant continued to forcefully violate him. He prayed the horrid nightmare would soon be over. His hopes turned to fear when his head was roughly jerked back and pain flared through his neck. Darkness swiftly engulfed Tim as his life drained away.

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