Bullies Raped Me And My Boyfriend

Bullies Raped Me And My Boyfriend: An Explorative Erotic Tale

It was a typical rainy Sunday afternoon when my boyfriend and I got the call. It was one of our old schoolmates, asking us to come to a party at his house. We had been good friends in school and hadn’t seen each other in years, so we thought it would be a fun way to reunite. We got dressed and drove to his place, not expecting what we were about to face.

When we arrived, there were already a few people there, some old faces from school, and some new ones. We walked around, catching up with our old friends and making small talk with the strangers. Everything felt normal until a few minutes later when a group of guys I had never seen before walked in.

That’s when things started to take a turn for the worse. The guys were all laughing and joking, but there was an undercurrent of menace. Then one of them walked up to me and my boyfriend and snarled, “This is our party now, and you two are our guests.”

We tried to make a break for it, but they grabbed us and dragged us upstairs. I was scared, but even more so I was angry. I didn’t understand why they had to take it this far.

Once we were upstairs, the bullies stripped us both and then took turns raping us. The pain was unbearable, but I tried to stay brave and stay still. My boyfriend was crying and shaking, and I was too scared to do anything but lay there.

Afterwards, the bullies ran away, leaving us alone. We hugged each other and tried to make sense of what had happened. We were both in shock and felt completely violated.

We finally got dressed and drove home, neither of us saying a word the whole way. We stayed in the car for a few moments, just trying to process what had happened. Finally, I broke the silence.

“We can’t let this go,” I said. “We have to do something.”

We decided to take our case to the police. We reported the incident, and the police tracked down the bullies and arrested them. We were relieved, and felt a sense of closure.

Afterwards, we began to heal. We had each other, and we both had supportive families who helped us through the pain and the trauma. As time passed, the physical and emotional scars faded, until eventually all we were left with was the memory of what had happened.

However, we also realized that we had gained something from the experience: an appreciation for the beauty of our relationship. Despite the pain and the horror, we had grown closer and our bond had deepened. We realized how lucky we were to have each other, and committed to never take our love for granted again.

We have been together ever since. We both have nightmares occasionally, but we have learned to talk about our feelings and support each other through them. We will never forget what happened, but it has also made us stronger. We are now more passionate than ever, and our love is deeper than ever before.

It has been more than a decade since that day, and we are still together. We have grown even closer, and our love has only grown deeper. We often reflect on that fateful day, and are still grateful for the experience. We are living proof that love can survive anything.