Their beating had torn the tender skin in his mouth. Lucas wiped his mouth and with his body still stooped, he spat and saw blood, but it wasn’t a part of his vomit. He’d been wise and had learned to keep his money in his shoes. Getting that stolen was a shame, not that there had been any money in it. Anybody could tell that Lucas was just a homeless bum who wouldn’t be carrying around anything of worth…well other than his wallet. That seemed to bring back reality and Lucas blinked his dark blue eyes eyes more violet then blue at the moment. He came to his feet and pulled them up, feeling nauseous when wetness slithered from between his ass cheeks. He pulled himself up slowly on hands and knees, his pants and underwear hiked down to just below his ass. Lucas didn’t remember to move until finally the cold got to him. Lucas got his wish when they finally left hurrying out of the alley, laughing and making lewd comments. He now just wanted the knee away from his aching spine he thought he had some cracked ribs and the way the man was pressing his knee into him, his back might be next. That hurt enough for him to finally issue a pained gasp and Lucas tried to make sense of why that should be almost as bad as when the first man had pushed into him. With a low grunt the man finished and pulled out of Lucas’ body. Lucas wanted to say, ‘No you didn’t,’ but really, he didn’t want to say anything. The other man had already done him and was now keeping him immobile by pinning him to the ground his knee buried deep into Lucas’ narrow back while his big paws bore down on his wrists. The grunts of the man raping him, and the encouraging noises of the man holding him down were the only sounds that could be heard in the darkened alley. Lucas was lying on the hard ground the cold wet concrete scratching into his cheek. There is just the moment when everything comes crashing together, and that is where it started. There was no beginning and there is no end. This book contains graphic depictions of sexual acts and is intended for adults only.

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