#13 reasons why rape

FUCK - Justin Foley

I walk into the locker room and immediately close the doors, locking them. I start walking through, looking around. Then I see him. Justin Foley standing shirtless by his locker. He’s still glistening from his shower. He looks ready to go out and break some hearts. I quickly reach into my pocket for my rag. I then walk up.

“Hey Justin.”

“Oh… you…” He rolls his eyes and closes his locker. “What do you want?”

“I want you to apologize.”

“For what?”
“Are you kidding me?” I walk closer to him.

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I sent you that text a few weeks ago. I opened up about having a crush on you for years and that you were the reason I realized I was gay. Then you shared it with your buddies and they shared it with the school.”

“Oh yeah… sorry dude.”

“Sorry dude? You outed me to the whole world!”

“That wasn’t really my fault. Bryce took my phone and saw it. I wasn’t planning out it getting out.”

“Oh so…” I walk up to him. “This isn’t my fault then.” I put the rag over his face.

He starts squirming. He tries kicking me. He tries swinging his arms. But then his body goes limp and he goes unconscious. I lay him down on the bench nearby. I go up to his face, that cute and perfect face. He looks so kind and sweet when he isn’t awake. Then I run my hand through the side of his hair. I caress his cheek. Then I move forward and give a quick kiss on the lips.

They’re so soft. And plump. It all just feels so perfect. I’ve been planning this for a week now and honestly didn’t think that a, I could actually do it and b, that I could get away with it. But good timing and planning really do pay off.

So I quickly flip Justin over to his side. Then I grab Justin’s shorts and drag them off. He’s going commando and his flaccid penis sags off to the side. It’s actually bigger than I imagined. I grab my phone from my pocket and place it in Justin’s locker, staging it at just the right spot then pressing record.

With the camera recording, I walk in front of Justin and pull down my pants, my penis already erect and ready for work. I go behind him spread his butt cheeks open as much as I can. Then I just stand there. It takes me a few minutes to really get my mind in it, but eventually, I slide my penis up his ass. I’ve never felt anything like this sensation before. It’s so much better than masturbating.

I start sliding in and out. Each time feels better than the last. I reach over and grab onto the back of Justin’s hair, yanking on it. I start going faster and faster.

“Oh Justin! Justin! Justin!” I start shouting louder and louder. “Oh you like that Justin? You say you want it faster? Harder? Okay!” I start going faster and harder, even though I’m already past my limit.

It isn’t even a minute in when I feel myself ready to explode, but I know I must hold one longer. So I begin to think about other things. I think about my net step. The step after that. Then I start thinking about what if I did this again. Could I do this to Justin again? Or maybe to someone else? Who would I do it to? Monty maybe? I would love to make him cry, but he’s almost too crazy to do it to. What about Zach? No… I couldn’t do that, he seems to nice. Plus he’d probably knock me out in seconds. Bryce Walker! It hits me. I just start thinking about running my hands through that amazing head of hair. I start thinking about the pain I would want to inflict on him. He does really deserve it, he’s awful.

“Oh…” Suddenly I explode without even thinking about it. “Oh my…” It’s a far better sensation than when I masturbate! “Wow!’ I wipe the sweat from my forehead. “Fantastic as always Justin.” I stand up and walk to the locker, ending the recording.

“What the fuck?” I turn to see Clay Jensen standing just two locker rows away.

“Shit,” I whisper to myself. “Hey Clay.” I run up to him and before he even realizes what’s happening I put the rag over his face and he falls to the ground. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I turn to Justin then look back to Clay freaking out.

“Huh?” I hear a faint moan and walk over to see Justin’s eyes starting to open.

“Fuck!” I quickly throw my clothes on.

I run over to Clay and grab him by his arms, dragging him through the locker room and into a stall. I get Clay situated as I hear Justin moan louder. He sounds like he’s in pain. That’s when I grab my phone and send him the video with a text threatening to release it if he says anything about it or doesn’t do exactly what I say.

“Shit!” I hear him yell. “That motherfucker!” I hear his locker door slam shut before I hear him quietly walk past the stalls and out of the locker room.

“It’s okay Clay. It’s all going to be alright.”

MARRY - Clay Jensen

Clay Jensen was always the kid in school who cared about others. He always said ‘hi’ to me. He always helped me when I needed it. And I didn’t even know if he knew my name. But that didn’t matter. To me, he was the dream guy. He was the guy I could see myself being married to. And after a year of being together, at the end of our senior year, we finally decided to get married.

As I do every day after school, I go straight to my storage locker right outside of town. I open it up and there is Clay waiting for me as always. He’s sitting there, ball gag in mouth, and ready for our weekly date night.

“Hey,” I say as I close the door. “So prom is next week. At first, I was thinking we could go, but I think it would be more fun to stay in together. Maybe dress up, dance, have a little suit sex.” I walk up to him and untie the ball gag. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy!”

“I love that attitude, but save it for after dinner.”

“When I get out of here I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh, sweetie… it’s okay now, you have nothing to worry about. Your parents have started moving on and most of the kids at school have forgotten about you. So now you can just focus on us.”

“Really? How lucky.”

I go up to him and run my hand through his hair.

“Your hair is getting a bit long. I’ll cut it before prom.”

“Thanks.” He looks angry.

“What’s up? You’ve been acting angry lately.”

“Really?” He just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Fine. Going to untie you and let you be on top for our one year anniversary, but I think you’ll just have to wait till next year.”

“Oh, no… please…”

“Well… maybe I’ll let you have something else then.” I go down to my knees in front of him and open up the slit in his boxers. “If your not in a better mood after this I may just have to put you back in the corner like that one time.”

“Oh, I’m good! I’m really good! Very happy!” He starts smiling.

“There’s that smile I love so much.”

I then move down and am about ready to take his penis into my mouth when he swings his head down and smack me in the back of mine. I fall backward and onto the floor.

“Ow!” I look up to see Clay flip onto his side, the chair cracking. “What are you doing?”

“Fuck you!” he shouts as the chair breaks and he starts standing up.

I stand up, blocking his way out. He reaches for one of the broken chair legs and points it at me. We stand there for a minute, processing everything that’s happening. He then swings the leg in my direction. I catch it. He suddenly looks scared. I then grab the rag I always keep in my back pocket and lunge forward, shoving it over his nose and mouth. We fall to the ground. He starts squirming and trying to punch me, but before he can get a hit he’s out like a light.

“Damn you like to get kinky.” I then unzip my pants and pull my penis out. “You should’ve just played nice.” I move up and open his mouth with my hands. “You could’ve had some fun tonight.” I shove my penis all the way down his throat.

KILL - Bryce Walker

Prom night. A special night for everyone, but especially a certain someone tonight. I’ve been waiting for this day for a year now. I’m engaged to the man of my dreams, but before I can tie the knot and live a happy life, I’ve got to get revenge on the one person who really tried to ruin my life. Bryce Walker. He outed me and tried to screw me over. Luckily I found Clay and it all turned out alright.

Tonights the best night, the only night, that I can get my revenge on Bryce. He’ll be crowned king. He’ll be dressed to the nines. He’ll be on top of the world. Then I’ll rip it out from under him.

And it all starts now…

Prom night is nearing the end and Bryce is leaving a little early with a freshman girl, not the girl he came with. But just as Bryce is entering his car, he looks back to see his date is gone. Then he walks around the car. And just as he reaches me I’ve already got the rag in his face. He’s already too drunk to even react and fight back. I quickly drag him to his car and throw him in. I hop in and start driving off.

I drive him to the middle fo nowhere. We’re somewhere int he woods, alone. We’re in the unrealistically large car that daddy bought him. I drag him to the trunk and tie each arm down tight. Then I wait. I wait nearly 15 minutes for him to wake up.

“What the…” He starts looking around, confused.

“Hey Bryce.”

“Who are you?” He looks at me, squinting. “And where are we?”

“Really? You don’t remember me? Just like Justin! Damn!” I slap him in the face and get closer.

“You’re that gay kid!” He smiles, feeling like he’s won something. “Wait… what are you doing to me? What the fuck is this?” It’s all starting to snap.

“Shut up before I make you shut up.” he swings his legs at me, but I catch them. “Stop it.” I pull myself between his legs and get closer to him. “You may be an awful human being, but you’re super hot.”

“Um… thanks?” His eyes keep looking around, looking for a way out of this.

“You’re going to have the best and worst night of your life tonight.:

“What? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Just shut up!” I reach forward and grab his balls through his pants. “Shut up or I cut these off and keep them as a trophy!”

“Mhm.” He just nods.

“Good.” I smile and let go.

I then begin unzipping my pants. But just as I do so he squeezes his legs tight and flips me to the ground. As I hit the ground he yank one arm so much that it begins to bleed, but then rips off. He unties the other one as I get to my feet. Just as I get up, he charges at me. He pushes me into a tree. He pulls his arm back, ready to punch me. But before he can I swing my knee up and into his balls with all the force I can muster. He bends over and I catch his face with my hands. I stick my tongue out and lick his face. Then I grab him by his hair and throw his head against the tree. I see blood rush down his lip and nose as I let go of him and he falls to the ground.

“Stop ruining this night for me!” I shout and he looks up at me, confused.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re what’s wrong with me!” I swing my foot as hard as I can into his stomach and he coughs up blood. “Now let’s get this done with ‘cause I’ve got a sweet boy waiting for me back at home.” I grab him by his hair, lifting him to his feet.

I pull him back over to the car and bend him over the back of the trunk. I take my phone out of my pocket and pull my pants down.

“Smile for the camera!” I take a quick selfie with him before pressing the record button.

I don’t waste any time and shove my penis into his hole. It’s surprisingly not as tight as I thought it would be. I don’t see him wince at all or even make a noise. It makes me smile. I start going in and out.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” I start shouting, zooming it to get footage of my penis going in and out. “Bryce Walker LOVES a thick penis.” I don’t even last another 30 seconds before I begin to explode “Fuck yeah! Yeah, bitch! Take that load Bryce! Take it all!” I slap his ass and slip out.

I turn the camera off and just step back. I slide my pants back on and watch as Bryce slowly turns himself over to look at me. He looks gross. His face is starting to swell and there’s blood everywhere. Plus, his penis is much much smaller than I expected. I quickly take a shot of him with my phone.

“This was fun.” I step up to him and as I try to kiss him he spits on me. “Rude!” I grab his face and squeeze. “That was not very nice.” But then I let go. “But I’m in a good mood right now, so I’ll forgive.”

“What are you gonna do with that video?”

“I’m going to send it to everyone at school then post it online.
“You can’t do that!” he gets some energy and stands up.

“I can and I will.”

“Then I’ll tell everyone you attacked me.”

“Then I’ll send this photo of your extra extra small surprise down there.” I show him the photo.

“Go to hell.” He collapses to his knees.

“Whatever.” I hop in his car and leave him behind.

As I look in the mirror I can see him sobbing and banging the ground with his hands.

“Sucks to suck.”