[Original story] [Original character] [Non-Con] [Violence] "A mistake. "

Nights were growing a little chillier as September came into full bloom, the leaves beginning to decay from their vivid greens and yellows to their bright oranges, browns, and blacks. It smells *good* when summer starts to transition into fall, even with the city's air impregnated with smog through most of the concrete jungle. If he was being honest with himself, it was one of the only nice things the city had to offer.

Walking down the dark street from his bar, Ses kept his green eyes forward, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, and his steps measured. At some point, he’d tied his pale blonde hair into a loose ponytail at the middle of the back of his head, the long strands needing a trim soon, his long bangs framing his pale features. His jeans are pale from age and full of loose threads, sinking into thick black boots that thud heavily against the ground.

There aren't that many people to pass by since it's nearly four in the morning, but as he makes a wide berth around an alley with shadows that made even him want to not get too close, he hears a whistle. 

Ses had been having a *shit* time of a day. There'd been his work - he'd had to endure being at the club he'd been conned into working for far longer than he'd wanted to. Jerimiah, a piece of shit antagonist of a monster, had given him more bullshit than usual. *Die Mutter*, his... *boss* technically speaking, but also so much more, had gone out of the state, and that meant she wasn't there to moderate her pet's behavior. It'd made dealing with managing the bar that much more difficult, and after that, he'd already given up most of his mental spoons.

But then, he'd gone to a donut shop he sometimes went to. A place his friend owned, and who he'd promised he'd help protect. It’s their turf, so to speak, and he’s sort of a guardian for the place. A keeper of the peace. He'd gone through three cigarettes out on the shitty little up rise of broken concrete wall out in the parking lot when some bitch of a woman dropped by simply to insult him. He'd encountered her a few times before, and in those cases she'd always made it very clear she didn't like him despite the fact that he didn't even know who she was. And this time... she'd attempted to directly instigate a fight.

He'd managed to control his emotions and had simply ignored her ploys, but that had left him frustrated and even pent up. He could sense that the woman was likely not at all what she seemed, but if she'd actually touched him, Ses would have gladly vented his rage on her. She'd chosen to keep her paws off, however, and he'd ended up walking away.

Then, he'd gone and helped the staff at the bar he'd owned, hoping to work off some of that steam, only to be met with more annoyance when one of the grill tops randomly decided to stop working. They'd ended up having to cut out a large portion of their menu for the rest of the night while Ses worked out the details of who to call the next day to get a repairman over.

Now, he’s on his way home only to be taunted from the darkness of some shitty little alley. For a moment, Ses isn't sure if he should just speed up or what, but then the voice that follows causes him to stop dead in his tracks.

"Hey there, little lady. You're out pretty late and in a very... interesting part of town. Don't you know the cliche?" His voice is a little gravelly, as if he smoked too much or had been coughing a lot lately. 

For a moment, Ses' body stays where it is, his hands remaining in his jacket pockets and his fists clenched. He's astounded that this asshole had the *gall* to call him a woman like that. Furthermore... is he threatening him? But the man must have mistaken his bewilderment for fear because he stepped from the darkness with confidence, closing the distance between them quickly.

"Aww, come on, sweetheart... Don't be like that. I'm not so scary once you get to know me," His eyes leer up and down Ses' form as he instinctively takes a step back, and when his green eyes flash up to the thug's own, the aggressor grins, clearly liking what he's seeing so close up. "Damn... you're kind of androgynous, aren't you? A bit of a bean sprout, but you know what? I can dig a lady with a little *less*," He laughs as his hand shoots out, landing on Ses' right shoulder.

"Do you really-?" Ses' voice barely manages to get those incredulous words out before the man starts pedaling him back into the alley. And maybe because of his anger, Ses... allowed the man to drag him where he wanted, his back suddenly slamming against the wall causing him to grunt slightly. The man paws at his shoulders, his breathing heavy, air pooling hot and stained with alcohol and nicotine.

Ses decides to say absolutely nothing as the man continues to paw. "Do I really *what*? Do I really plan to do this?" He laughs as his hands suddenly pull at Ses' hips, his fingers hooking around them to his ass causing his breath to hitch. God... he fucking hated this. But he is biding his time, even with his legs instinctively closing when the man's left hand moved around to Ses' front once more, the other still squeezing hard enough it hurt.

Fighting his instincts, Ses lifts both of his arms, putting his hands around the man's shoulders in what could easily be construed as an intimate manner. He even offers a small grin up to the man, though it churns his stomach and makes him feel sick.

"Oooh... Damn, babe. Your ass is so fucking tiny. That's kinda cute. Glad you seem to like me, too," He grins down at Ses, lips pressing against the side of his face. He feels a vein pop within his temple, his lips peeling back, teeth gritting. 

*Just try and breathe... You're doing this for a reason*... 

The man's hand paws over the front of his jeans, but Ses is naturally so unaroused that the thug fails to realize what he is grabbing at until his fingers suddenly try to sink *in*, causing him to let out a disgusted sound. It feels *so fucking wrong*, and Jesus fucking *Christ* \- he can feel the fingers trying to dig into his jeans for what didn't exist, and it *hurts*. He bites back a gasp as the man's confusion finally settles in, the hand groping around as it sussed out a decidedly *male* shape. "...Wait... what the fuck?"

*Fucking finally*. It'd taken this jackass long enough to figure out that he isn't actually a woman. He knew he had more slender features, and it probably didn't help that his hair was in a ponytail, but... Why did they *always* have to assume he's a woman?

As he allows his anger to fuel him, Ses suddenly wrenches the men back and away from him, both of his arms pulsing with strength they shouldn't have; the left side of him is especially potent as the man is suddenly shoved to arm's length despite the grip he'd just had. "Huh-?" But his voice is clipped as Ses' boot suddenly kicks out *hard*, the steel toe connecting with the thug's junk, causing him to let out a strangled scream. His hands immediately came away from Ses to grope at himself as he fell to his knees.

The hit felt *so fucking satisfying*.

But he's not yet done. This man was a disgusting pig, and he needed to be taught a lesson. Ses was too pent up to *not* unleash his anger on this man, and honestly, he couldn't have thought of a better target. "Took you long enough to realize I’m a dude, dumb shit. And for the record, you're a fucking jackass for what you just tried to do," And suddenly his fists and boots are a flurry of blows as he hands the man's ass to himself.

It was a pathetic beat down that resulted in the man crumpling to the concrete, his face broken and beaten, bloody at his mouth and nose and even the corner of one eye. Ses had broken his collar bone and a rib, the cracking sound almost like splitting wood with both delivered blows, the man's grunts and cries of pain probably heard for a bit of a distance. 

But Ses doesn’t care.

His fists now bloodied, boots now stained, he pulls away from the man who now needs medical care. Taking a moment to breathe, to bring himself down from his angry high, he squats by the man as he tries to calm himself down. His heart is racing, the throbbing in his ears almost deafening. His breathing comes in deep pulls, needing time to slow down, to become steadier. 

Due to his distractions and the throbbing pressure in his ears, Ses does not hear the sound of steps behind him until it is too late. By the time the sound can be made out beyond the rushing sound of blood, Ses barely has time to turn around before he feels something solid and thick hit the side of his head causing his brain to jar, lights exploding in his vision. 

Stumbling, Ses feels his body tilt unsteadily before it automatically reacts to the next flash of movement, barely managing to use his left arm to block a second blow that probably could have knocked him unconscious. He can feel moisture slick against his ear, trickling down his neck, and the blow to his arm had reverberated through his entire body, aching. He is just lucky that arm is *not* human, and it’s clear by the expression on the new assailant’s face that he hadn’t been expecting it to feel as sturdy as it had. “Ow, fuck that stings,” He complains as the metal piping he’d struck Ses with rebounded off, somewhat bent.

“Fuck him up!” He hears a second voice above the throbbing of his ears, the loud sound searing into his skull against the budding headache he now has. He grimaces, barely able to get up onto his feet, managing to dodge a blow from the second guy. With some decent footwork, he weaves between both men as they attempt to grapple him, but his jaw gets clipped hard by the metal pipe as its owner swings it his way, dazing him.

What happens next is a blur of movements and some shouting as both men, along with a third who had joined them, begin to throttle him. Fists and boots crash against his body, juggling him from one limb to the next. He swings his own fist at the man with the pipe, the gloved left hand cracking clean against his jaw and twisting his head at a slightly awkward angle, causing him to fall. He didn't killed him, but the man had probably gotten some nasty whiplash. His own jaw ached, pain spiking as one of the remaining men’s fists clocks him in the same spot the pipe had gotten him.

He growls in anger and pain, disoriented as he falls back against the wall when a boot slams into his stomach, winding him. As pain explodes across his muscles at his front and his back, he gags out a hoarse laugh and then spits out a gob of blood that had been pooling in his mouth from the blows to his face. The laughing only gets louder before he suddenly shoves off the wall, lunging for the smaller of the remaining two men, catching him completely off guard.

In a blind rage, Ses tackles the man to the ground, legs crushing around his waist, arms thrusting back like pistons as he unleashes one crack of his fist after another on the man. He feels another blow to the back of his head from the last bigger man’s fist, and then suddenly there are arms around him, yanking him up and off of the thug that was now out cold, his face a bloodied and unrecognizable mess. 

He’s so exhausted at this point, his entire body feels like it's on fire from all of the impacts he’s taken. He’s lucky that he’s built more durably, but he knew he’d be black and blue soon. He knew he’d be feeling this *so much worse* tomorrow. His entire being screams at him to give in to unconsciousness, but he couldn’t. Not with this last man trying to drag him to the ground. 

“You thought you were real cute leading my friend on that way and then beating the shit out of three of my guys. But it ends now,” His voice is deep and breaks through the chaos of the buzzing and throbbing of his ears, but as commanding as it is, Ses has trouble focusing on it. The hits to his head were taking their toll, as was all the movement. The jerking. The kicks and punches and elbows he’d been slammed with.

Fuck… he’s so dizzy.

“Not so energetic now are you, eh punk? You said you’re not a woman, but I think I’ll teach you otherwise. It’ll be a real sweet victory story, and putting out is the least you can do for all the trouble you’ve caused,” As the man speaks, his hands brutally shove Ses against the ground behind the dumpster. He can smell the rotting trash, a sickeningly sweet and almost savory stench likely from some animal that had crawled inside, hoping to find food only to die, trapped and then overheated.

He feels sick.

In a last desperate attempt to free himself from the man’s grip, Ses tries to buck up against the man, attempting to throw his left elbow into his solar plexus. The blow lands, but there’s not enough oomph in it. The man grunts in pain, but it doesn’t stop him from slamming Ses’ head against the pavement, causing more stars to explode. For a moment, Ses actually loses consciousness, giving the man time to yank his pants down to his ankles, along with his boxer briefs. 

“I’m gonna teach you a little lesson for what you did to my friends,” For a man who kept blaming these actions on Ses’ brutality, he didn’t seem to *actually* care about his friends considering he’d done nothing to call any ambulances or help for them just yet. Instead, he focuses on the man below him, and the pale ass he'd revealed. He isn't typically into men, and this ass isn’t exactly his cup of tea, but it isn’t about that. This is an act of dominance, a show of power.

	Spreading Ses’ legs, he pulls out his wallet and a packet of lubricant he kept on him for when he knew he was out to fool around. “Gotta admit, you took a lot of hits before you passed the fuck out. But don’t think passing out gives you a free pass, punk,” He says, pulling his by now throbbing dick from his jeans and stroking himself, coaxing pre to leak from the tip. “Mmm… I guess ass is ass, though. I can get it up for almost anything,” And then he grabs Ses by his hips, forcing his ass into the air, positioning himself behind him. 

	Shoving his head up against the dumpster, he held his hips up with one hand and used the other to bring the packet to his lips, tearing it open. Then he drizzles the cool liquid over his hard dick, smoothing it over his head and shaft even as he pours the rest out over the blonde’s ass between his asscheeks. Then, he smears it generously around, admiring the fact that Ses’ ass wasn’t hairy like some men kept it. “Nice and clean,” His fingers glide over that sensitive tight bud before cramming in crudely.

Ses jolts as the sensation causes his brain to wake up just enough to understand that suddenly, there was pressure, heat, and *pain* in his backside. A strangled noise gurgles from his throat as he feels something scraping inside of him, wriggling, stretching him out, violating him. That heat spreads as the digits drag crudely against his prostate, causing his breath to hitch. And then… he hears a chuckle from the man pressing against him. He feels heat suddenly flush against his back as the man pulls him in, sliding him against the pavement so their hips connect crudely.

Like this, Ses could feel the thug’s throbbing dick slipping up against his naked inner thigh, slick and pulsing. “Damn… You’re really clenching and making some noises. Do you actually like this?” The taunt causes the deep burn of shame within the core of his stomach, but he’s powerless as his body reacts to the man’s fingers, his breath coming in short gasps, his mind barely functioning.

Fuck… this was the wrong move. He should have just walked faster. Gotten away. Not engaged. Instead, he’d decided to fuck around and find out. And god… he was finding out.

*Shit*.

“Come on, you little slut, wriggle those hips for me more,” A third finger suddenly slid inside of him. They were thick, long, so fucking intrusive. Every swipe, every time they curled, every time they thrusted, Ses can't help but let off anguished moans of pain and pleasure. He hears his voice, trembling, practically mewling. Now and then, he even manages a weak *S-stop -* but of course, that only seemed to encourage the thug.

“Fuck… you really *are* a woman,” At those words, his fingers suddenly begin to pump and thrust faster. Ses’ back arcs, his hips ramming against the man’s fingers even as he internally curses himself for these bodily reactions. He feels disgusted by the act. Disgusted in himself. Disgusted by the man. But despite that… 

White hot builds inside of him. His balls clench hard between his thighs, his only partially hard member aching. He didn’t *want* to, but suddenly that electricity spikes down his spine and he gags out a strangled moan as the orgasm forcibly rips through him, cum splattering weakly to the pavement below. Tears streak his bloody face as anger builds up inside of him, but the man seems to sense this, his hand coming down to slam his head into the pavement once more causing his dizziness to renew.

“Damn, you’re a fucking slut for the pain *and* the pleasure, aren’t you?” His fingers abruptly pull from his ass, and seconds later, he wipes them off on the back of Ses’ jacket. And then… “Ready or not, whore, here I *come*,” And then he slips his dick up along Ses’ thighs, suddenly cramming his bulbous head into the slightly puffed out hole. Ses’ entire body screams at him from the pain - the man was *thick* and probably cramming at least seven inches inside of him. It isn’t a porn star dick, but it still causes searing pain to course up his backside deep inside of him.

The man clamps his hand over Ses’ mouth, muffling his pained scream. At the same time, he shudders a deep breath in, his voice shaky as he gloats. “God *damn* you’re tight. Is this your first time? You were squeezing my fingers hard too,” But Ses cannot reply with anything more than guttural sounds as the man’s hips suddenly begin to rock mercilessly back and forth, causing his backside to feel like it is tearing in two despite the fact it isn’t.

It's awful. The rocking motion has him feeling motion sickness combined with the dizziness, and the sickness wells up inside of him with that excruciating pain. But he holds back the bile as the man continues to thrust, the impacts deep and erratic. It's all he can do to keep himself together, his face crammed partially against the bottom of the dumpster and the filthy pavement below, drool unloading from his mouth as those noises escape from him here and there. He feels paralyzed, unable to move, too heavy, stunned.

“Ugh… fuck, I could ride you all night,” The man seemed to lament, his thrusts suddenly growing frantic as he leaned down over Ses, one hand shoved against his shoulder to keep him pinned down, the other gripping his hip to keep him steady. “You’re… Hhhhgh - Y-you’re not even bleeding. Holy *fuck,*” Even after having worked Ses for what had to have been at least fifteen minutes by now, he doesn’t feel that much looser. It's nearly overwhelming, and despite his own words, he finds himself coming close. “Come on, baby, keep it up. I’ll be quick so I can get my friends out of here.”

Ses can barely even understand his words. All he knows is that the thrusting somehow becomes even more aggressive. White heat begins to blossom and radiate once more as his prostate is slammed time and time again, the pain starting to melt at some point into at least some form of pleasure causing the groans and gasps to turn into loud moans, uncontrollable. His brain no longer in control, when the man’s hand moves from his shoulder to grab at the front of his face to slide his finger into Ses’ mouth, his tongue mashes against it automatically. Despite the cracked jaw, Ses’ lips react on their own, pulling the man’s digit in as if his life depends on it.

In response, the man hisses in a breath, their hips colliding so forcefully that loud slapping is heard even through the fog of his mind and the throbbing in his ears. He hears the man grunt, his hand gripping Ses’ thigh so hard it bruises as he unleashes an orgasm. Ses’ entire body shudders from the feeling of sudden bloating, and then the man rocks back and forth several more times as he milks himself, satisfied grunts leaving his throat in raspy lusty noises as he pants over Ses.

Dazed and with far too much stimulus overload, Ses feels his conscience begin to slip. He's barely aware as the man crudely pulls himself free, lifting up unsteadily. The thug's hand has to grasp the dumpster to catch himself, shaky laughter coming from his throat and chest as he shoves his pants up over his already softening dick. Ses isn't aware of the man's movement over him, however, everything within and without on fire. With every twitch, that fire zapped him hard with even worse pain, his insides aching and searing.

As the man pushes away from him, gloating about what he'd just done, Ses feels himself finally slip away into sweet relief, his mind finally letting go. If he's lucky, he'll wake up before some other piece of shit finds him and drags him off. Or worse… calls an ambulance.