Meeting in a Dark Alley

Tyler pulled up to the alley. It was dark and eerie shadows were cast at the entrance from the two street lamps, which were about 12 feet away. Tyler pulled into a parking place across the street. He wasn’t a professional at parking...especially parallel parking, but it was good enough. Besides, there were only four cars total, including his own.

Down the block, at the end of the street was the visitor’s hotel, and at the opposite end was a creepy old abandoned mansion that was half covered in kudzu.

“That’s not foreshadowing trouble or nothing,” Tyler grumbled to himself. He turned his car off, took a deep breath and got out of his car. He was still wearing his clothes he’d changed into after the game, a nice dressy white shirt and a pair of slimming black pants.

As he closed his door, an owl hooted nearby, followed by what sounded like a pack of hyenas laughing. He shook his head, locked his car and walked toward the dark alley. Not even four steps from his vehicle, a black raven swooped in front of his vision. It gave off a short caw, before vanishing into a tree to the side. Tyler whimpered, feeling extremely nervous, but then he thought about Jamie and Val and Zenon tormenting them. He clenched a fist and mustered what bravery he had and continued on. He paused at the entrance for a moment, taking another deep breath and then stepped into the darkness.

He was instantly plunged into darkness and he felt two pairs of hands grab him by the arms. He screamed out, as he was slammed against something hard. It was either brick or cement. He panicked and began to fight, but soon there were more hands on him, so many he couldn’t count.

Two hands seemed to pin him down, while his arms were wrenched behind him and tied together with some scratchy manila rope. Then he felt his pants being yanked from him, followed immediately by his boxers. He kicked out, struggling, but his ankles were soon bound together by the same kind of rope.

“Get off of me! SOMEONE HELP!! Zenon, is that--?” Tyler yelled, before he was flipped over and sat up. Someone jammed something into his mouth and then wrapped some kind of cloth material around his head, covering his mouth.

Tyler shifted his torso, struggling to get free, before he was gently laid backward by four hands. The ground was cold and graining under him. There were only snickers, but no voices. Tyler wasn’t sure what was going on.

Suddenly a light came on and Tyler blinked at the sudden change. He saw four black figures with ski masks standing around him. One of them made a move, dropping down to him. He removed his mask.

“Hello, Seggy, sweetheart,” the man sneered. It was Zenon Konopka. He reached down and stroked Tyler’s hair.

Tyler squirmed and muffled his frustration into the gag.

“Sweetie, I can’t understand you, but it’s okay. Me and my boys are just gonna teach you a little lesson, okay? And we don’t need to hear you speak, in fact, Kaleta said he didn’t want to hear you at all.”

“Right. Too whiny and girly,” one of the other figures said.

Tyler grunted.

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen pretty boy, I’m gonna let my boys here get you all warmed up and then I’m gonna make you scream. Okay?” Zenon said.

“So, basically we’re raping you in this alley!” one of the figures exclaimed.

Zenon spun his head around to look at the person who’d spoken. “Thank you, Captain Obvious, Mr. Myers.”

So Zenon Konopka, Patrick Kaleta, and Tyler Myers were there, but who was the last one? He seemed like a heavy set fellow...perhaps John Scott? Tyler tried to distract himself from the horrible situation he was in and the bone-chilling cold breeze that made him shiver with dread and anticipation.

“Scotty, will you please go keep watch sense you don’t want to have any part with fucking Seguin?”

The goon dipped his head and walked off. So it was John Scott who was the last one...awesome! And he wouldn’t let Jamie come anywhere near him...no one was finding him, they were going to get away with their despicable act, however painful it would be. Zenon got to his feet and sat down in a chair that had been dragged to the alley and set up.

Fuck, they’d planned this! Tyler could feel the blood draining from his arms, as the ropes began to do their thing and make him lose circulation in his wrists. He became aware that he was emitting soft distressful noises that must have sounded pathetic to the villains. They smiled and were amused by his helplessness.

Kaleta and Myers shared a look and then began their assault on the defenseless Star forward. The grabbed at him, manhandled him, and just abused him left and right. They jammed and made him feel sick inside. Worst of all, they made him squirm with discomfort. He tried to kick out, but he felt like a fish on land or a worm wriggling around.

They finally left him alone, tearing the gag from his mouth and then went over to the wall, where they chatted with each other and high-fived.

“That was some nice teamwork there, Myers!” Kaleta laughed.

Zenon got to his feet and came over to Tyler, who was gulping in air and writhing around in pain. He squatted down and brushed Tyler’s hair back on his head with his hand. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“No. Let me go. You’ve got no right doing this! I’ll let Jamie know!”

Zenon twisted his fingers into Tyler dark brown locks. “I’m not letting you go, Seggy, because you disrespected me. So I’m going to disrespect you in turn. It’s only fair. And besides, I’m not Avery or anything. You need to learn to shut your mouth.”

“So raping me is equal to me giving an honest answer to an interviewer?” Tyler questioned.

Zenon untangled his fingers and slid his hand down and cupped it over Tyler’s mouth. “Shh, shh, don’t be mouthy now.”

“M’m mmf!” Tyler insisted into the hand.

Zenon removed his hand and smacked Tyler across the face. He got to his feet once more. Then he straddled the Dallas Star and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down his legs, repeating the procedure with his boxers and then slowly lowered himself down. He got to all fours, hovering his head over the young man’s.

Tyler looked up at him full of trepidation. “Please, don’t do this...please Zenon!”

“Begging won’t help you, sweetie,” Zenon grumbled, as he flipped Tyler over on his stomach. His white shirt was dirty now. The Sabre sat down on his thighs. He put his hands firmly, palm down on Tyler’s butt and began to roughly caress him and then launched into more of a groping feel.

“I’m just warming you up baby, I like a little anticipation. Don’t you, Tyler?”

“No! Fuck!” Tyler screamed, struggling under the body weight on top of him.

Zenon then spread his cheeks open and pushed his way in. The sudden move shocked Tyler and made him flinch, but he couldn’t go anywhere. His mouth opened wide, but only air came out. The Sabre rammed forward, driving deeper and Tyler screamed in pain. He spanked him with his hand as the other shot up and grabbed his hair.

“Zenon, stop!” Tyler cried, tearing up. “ZENON!!”

“DON’T WHINE! BEG ME! BEG, MY PRINCESS, BEG!! BEG FOR ME TO COME!!” Zenon yowled.

“NO!! ZENON STOP!!” Tyler screamed. He yelped as Zenon smacked him super hard on the ass. “OWWW!!” His discomfort was growing, as he could feel Zenon getting hard inside of him. It was so painful, but there was nothing he could do.

“BEG ME TO STOP BITCH!!” Zenon snapped, smacking him hard again and leaving a nice red hand print that stung.

Tyler fought not to give in. The effort was draining and he was hurting like hell. The Sabre gave a sharp pelvic thrust and it opened Tyler up so much that he finally let out a blood-curdling scream.

“ZENON STOP, PLEASE!! I’M FUCKING BEGGING YOU!! SHIT!!”

“Tell me you are sorry and that you’re just a pretty little fuck princess!”

“I’M SORRY!!” Tyler cried, tears flooding from his eyes and streaming down his cheeks. “I’m a pretty little princess!”

“You’re a what? Louder, bitch!” Zenon snapped, spanking him again.

“I’M A PRETTY LITTLE PRINCESS!”

“You’re a FUCK princess, you bitch!”

“I’M A PRETTY LITTLE FUCK PRINCESS AND I’M SORRY!! Now, please get the hell out of me and stop!”

Zenon ignored him and instead, let go of his hair and sat up straight. He somehow reached under Tyler’s sides and lifted him up into a weird position. He wrapped his arms around and grabbed Tyler’s cock in one hand. He plugged his entrance with his finger, which made Tyler cough hoarsely and groan.

Immediately, Zenon released himself into Tyler, filling him up. The Star shuddered in his hold and he screamed out again. When he was done, the Sabre pulled out at once and let Tyler slump on the ground again.

Zenon signaled to Kaleta and Myers to come over. They did. Zenon silently communicated with them, as he untied Tyler’s hands from his back. The Star attempted to launch forward and escape, but Myers and Kaleta caught him. They pinned him back down on the ground, tightly gripping either of his hands.

“Keep him on his back, will you both?” Zenon ordered, as he smeared the remainder of his cum on his finger.

Tyler’s struggle increased, as he saw what Zenon had done and was planning to do to him.

“Open up, pretty princess, or maybe things will get worse for you...”

Tyler kept his lips pressed together and shook his head. He yanked at the grips on him, desperately.

“Open him up, Kaleta, will you?” Zenon barked, as he crawled up and sat on top of Tyler’s thighs.

Kaleta rammed his fist into the center of Tyler’s back with a fierce punch and then plugged his nose. Tyler began to whimper, before finally opening his mouth up to gasp for air. And when he did, Zenon jammed his cum-drenched finger into his mouth. Kaleta let go of his nose and tightly gripped his arm again.

“Suck my finger, Seggy.”

Tyler sighed and did as told. He groaned, as Zenon purposefully wiggled his finger around inside of the forward’s mouth, causing him to gag on it. When the Sabre was satisfied, he was officially hard again and he pulled his finger out. He inserted his cock in it’s place.

“Tilt his head back, so he can get the full effect of my raw power over him!” Zenon ordered.

Kaleta grabbed Tyler’s hair in his hand and wrenched his head back, opening his throat up. Tyler’s mouth was formed around it and he gagged on it twice, but swallowed the discomfort and forced himself to breathe through his nose and ignore the agony he felt and what would come.

Zenon jerked off a few times and exploded into the Dallas Star’s mouth. Tyler instantly screamed and choked. But most of it went down his throat. The Sabre then pulled out and let Tyler take in some air. Kaleta let go of his head, which he instantly hung down in front of him. He cried, as he tried to gather himself together. He spat out some of the disgusting cum that had been in his mouth still and he had some sprayed on his cheeks. He looked like a rabbie-bitten human.

And he felt sick and dirty. He needed Jamie!

But Jamie wouldn’t help him...Jamie didn’t know about this…

Zenon let Tyler breathe some. He flicked his hands at his henchmen, who finally released Tyler’s arms. Zenon squatted down. He’d pulled his boxers and pants back up and Tyler guessed he was finished. The Sabre bound his wrists together in front of him and walked off.

Tyler didn’t dare move, he just remained sitting on the ground, sobbing. His only body was trembling and he was so scared. He heard Zenon’s footsteps, as he came back to him. The man reached out and forced Tyler’s head up. Their eyes locked together.

“Stop your girly crying and man up, Seguin. You’re a fuckin’ pansy, you know that? You’re a weak little princess who gets tied up and made a bitch!” the Sabre snarled at him and then spat at him.

Tyler blinked. He jerked her head away and looked to the ground once more.

“I could abuse you all night, but what fun would that be? I mean, I’ve already had a fun time. Maybe we do this again.”

“I’ll-I’ll tell J-Jamie!” Tyler managed to get out.

“You’ll tell Jamie?” Zenon scoffed. “Right, tell Jamie that I fucked you like a bitch! That’s what you tell Jamie. Maybe listen to your captain, Jamie next time, eh?”

Tyler gulped. The stinging and burning in his throat had died down, but he felt sick and woozy. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because, Seguin, you need to be taught lessons the hard way. It seems that’s the only way to get you to listen.”

“But was the rape necessary?”

“Completely. Now you’ll be terrified of me...absolutely panic-driven and I can flay you like I did Reilly.”

“You’re a despicable bastard Zenon Konopka!”

“Good. That’s music to my ears, means I’m doing my job. Now, shall we end this with a bang...make extra sure you’ve learned a lesson!” Zenon sneered.

Tyler lifted his arms up and shakingly pushed a strand of hair from his dirty face. His shirt was pretty much ruined and more grayish black now. Zenon, Kaleta and Myers gathered around him, cackling evilly.

There were a few intense moments before they began to kick and punch him. He screamed out, but could do nothing, as they beat him senseless and almost to unconsciousness. He could feel sharp vibrations of pain and agony filling his whole body from head to foot and then finally it was over. He was lifted to his feet, which were still bound together. Some black duct tape was wrapped around his head and over his mouth and he was carried from the alley. He was placed in the trunk of his car.

He couldn’t move, but he was very much still conscious and he could feel everything happening. Zenon or someone had untied the rope around his ankles and roughly put his boxers and pants back on. His ankles were soon quickly bound again. The trunk slammed shut on him, trapping him in the darkness again. He still didn’t move, just remained lying there wondering what was happening, between waves of agony.

The engine of his car started up and launched off.

The next thing he knew, the trunk was opened up once more and he was grabbed by Kaleta and Zenon and dragged into his house. His brave guard dogs weren’t at his house, as they were with Jamie for the evening.

He was dropped on the couch and left there. They didn’t even untie him. But they did place a blanket over him.

“Nighty, night Seguin, hope you’ve learned your lesson and also have gotten your answer.” Zenon snickered like a villain and raced back out of the house. On his way, he dropped the car keys on the counter and then the door slammed shut.

Tyler finally moaned and let his eyes close. The pain was unbearable and he knew Jamie wasn’t going to be happy. But Jamie couldn’t go looking for revenge, otherwise the Sabres would kill him. That much was evident.

Zenon Konopka was not a man anyone would want to run into in a dark alley.

Notes

Oooh, I'm so dark and evil...
Sorry Tyler.
Maybe shouldn't tell the media deep secrets like this, but hey you're a young adult and things happen and writers like me feed off it. So you're welcome for this I guess. But no, it'll never happen right, you're not THAT scared of Zenon Konopka...are you? No.
He's not even playing anymore. :)


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