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My story takes place in the city of Santos, Brazil. Beautiful coastal city, lair of the Santos Football Club, know for the discovering one of the biggest, if not the biggest football star in the world, Pelé. My name is Carlos, I'm a skunk born and raised in the city. About 5'3 tall, 123 pounds. I know, I'm not exactly a bodybuilder, but that wasn't exactly a problem to me. Until, of course, the incident. But I'll get to that in a minute.

Living in a coastal city has is advantages, I get to see a lot of hot guys on the beach. Yes, I'm gay by the way. Being gay on Brazil is not exactly hard, but is not exactly easy either. I never had a problem with walking hand to hand or kissing another guy, and it wasn't because the guys I dated were big. I dated a cheetah once who was about my size and we never had any problems. And of course, there are same-sex marriage and adoption for gay couples, which most of society seems to accept. On the other hand, the amount of hate crimes is scary. Is not safe to walk with your boyfriend at night in Brazil. Hell, is not safe for anyone, but for gay guys is a lot worse. I don't need to worry only robbery, I also have to worry about skinheads. If you're planning to go on a Gay Nightclub in Brazil, make sure to go on large groups, because there will probably be a group of people waiting to beat you up to death. Fucking cowards. If there's one type of people I feel a huge disgust is skinheads. Bunch of cowardly closet case cocksuckers. But that's not the only problem we have to face here. Sexism is ridiculous, although it's not that bad nowadays. Society is very divisive concerning to equal rights, half Brazil supports it, the other half, the fundamentalist christians (who are spreading like cancer here) is against it. We don't have the same amount of conservative politicians that says stupid bullshit on Fox News that the US have, but we have our share. There was that politician who tried to make a "gay cure" law and more recently a presidential pundit who said that "scrotal devices can't procreate", both of them which received a nice, warm public backlash. I don't really care about them anymore. They just do it for the media, to draw away the attention from some other corrupt bullshit they're doing. You know, politicians being politicians.

Anyways, you guys already heard my ramblings about the current situation of gay people in Brazil, let's cut to the story already.

I'm openly gay. I've been since I was 16. My family and friends are really supportive, thankfully. You don't wanna be alone in a place like Brazil. I attended the University of Santos. I don't really blame you if you say you never heard of it. Education is not really our strongest virtue. Football is, though. I'll die before I see a teacher getting the same salary as someone who kicks a ball.

The campus consisted of four main buildings: the Health School building, the "professor licentiate" building (not exactly sure how to say it in english), where I studied Geography, the Engineering School and the Economics School. My building was in the middle of the last two, while the Health School was in the other side of the street, next to the bus stops. It was a pretty small campus.

I went the my classes from 8:20 a.m till 11:30 a.m, from Mondays to Saturdays. I lived pretty far away from the campus, so I had to wake up 6:30 a.m to take my bus. On the day of the incident, I was 20, I only had my driving license when I was 22. I didn't have a car at that time, so I figured it wouldn't make much sense to have one.

Like I said before, my friends all knew I was gay, and they didn't mind it one bit. You know those friends on which you can trust to say anything? I had one of those. His name was Luiz. A 6'3 tall, slightly chubby human. He was sort of hyperactive, he loved to talk, especially with me. I was the only one who understood his weeaboo conversations anyways. He was straight, but that didn't really mattered, I never had a crush on him. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy, it's just that I could never see myself dating him.

On that day, we got dismissed from our last lectures because the teacher was sick. It was a Monday, April 20th. Me and Luiz decided to grab something to eat on the cafeteria. I always ordered the same thing: soy juice and a thing we have called cheese bread, which was basically melted cheese covered in dough. It's delicious. Make sure you get some if you ever visit Brazil. I eat that cheese bread every single day. I never got tired of it, those ladies from the cafeteria make the best cheese breads you could ever taste.

I was just having a nice casual conversation with Luiz, about the lectures, animes, video games, and other random stuff. We also discussed about gay rights. He completely supported it, and so do I, obviously. I mentioned how I wished to have a partner and adopt some children with him. I wish I could have never said that. Actually, I'm kinda glad I did it, but you'll understand why later.

We greeted goodbye and he headed to his car, on the parking lot. He couldn't give me a lift home, which he usually did, because it was his first day on his new job (it's pretty common here to both study and work). Apparently destiny really wanted to fuck with me that day. I head to a bathroom upstairs to take a piss. It seemed like it would be just another, boring day. Except for one tiny detail. Wait, no, four details. Four big, muscular, angry details. Homophobes. Four of them. The smallest one was about 6'6 tall. All of them full of muscles. A real nightmare to gay people. They overheard my gay rights discussion with Luiz, which neither of us noticed. Looking back there, I'm glad that they went after me instead of him. Luiz was suffering from depression, I don't know if he could take it if something happened to him.

They followed me to the bathroom. I didn't noticed it. I was just minding my business, taking a piss on the urinal, when the first one came in. A white tiger, the smallest one in the bunch. He stopped by my side, took his dick off and started taking a piss too. I took a quick peek on his dick without him noticing, which I'm glad 'cause he was probably going to kill me if he did. I heard him speak for the first time.

"Hey." I was confused. I thought he was probably a High School friend that I didn't remembered.

"Umm...hi." - I said.

"So, you're gay, uh?" I started to get nervous.

I cleaned my throat before saying anything. "W-What do you mean?"

"I heard your conversation with you buddy down there." He crossed his arms, looking at me. "You must be really proud of yourself, right? Fucking queer." My whole body froze when he said that. I thought my heart was going to jump from my mouth. I thought I was going to die. From either him or from a heart attack. I thought of running, but when I looked to the door, his friends came in. A grizzly bear, a lion with a dark brown mane, and a grey ardennes horse, the biggest of the four. He was probably 7 feel tall. I thought to myself: "That's it. I'm theirs. They will do whatever the fuck they want with me and I can't do anything about it. Damn it, I have a rape fetish, but I never wished for it to happen to me in real life! Let's just hope they don't kill me." I hated myself on that moment. For being gay and for being small. They didn't have guns, not that they needed any, even the tiger could've gave me a rear choke and finish me. Dying wasn't exactly my only concern. I number of possibilities rushed through my head. They could've kidnapped me, tortured me, beat the living shit out of me, hanged me, buried me alive. I kept remembering those gay guys in Russia who were kidnapped and tortured, I thought the same was going to happen to me.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, the security in the campus was AWFUL. There were only a couple of guards whose only jobs were to keep people from tagging the walls. But in the night, I was a lot worse. Useless guards plus the god awful illumination on the campus and you have a paradise for robbers. One of my teachers said once that no one was ever robbed or raped in that building. Well, it looks like I was the first unlucky son of a bitch in that part of the campus then. I tried to calm things down.

"Please, man..." My hands were shaking, my ears were backwards, my eyes read pure panic.

"Don't fucking 'please' me!" - The tiger said, with an intimidating voice. "You're just a fucking faggot! You don't got to tell me what to do!"

"Just... don't fucking kill me please!" I was almost crying.

"Kill you? Guys did I said anything about killing?"

"Nah" - The bear answered.

"We're not fucking murders man." - Said the horse.

Then the tiger turned to me. "We just wanted to ask you something." I was a little bit more relaxed. I didn't said anything though, just looked down with a sad look on the eyes while hugging my tail. I do that whenever I'm scared. Then the tiger asked me.

"Are you a virgin?" I wasn't. I had my first time when I was 16, with the cheetah I mentioned earlier. Then I had a second time with a human a year later. Apparently a lot of guys thought I was cute, especially humans. I don't need to tell you that my heart stoped beating the moment he asked me that. I remaind silent. He yelled at me:

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!!!" I shivered in panic. I started crying. I said no with a nod.

"Well, what a big shocker! The fucking queer is not a virgin! He probably got down with 50 guys this year alone!" - The tiger said. The others laughed.

"It was only two... in my hole life..." - I said quietly, while sobbing.

"Hah. Yeah, right, it was probably two last night..." - The lion said. The others laughed again. They were so heartless is disgusting.

"Yeah..." The tiger slapped me in the face. "And WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TALK TO US LIKE THAT? Now stop crying. I said STOP FUCKING CRYING!" I stopped right away. It was the best for me to just do what they say. "Well, considering that you're not a virgin, this won't be that hard for you. It's a shame though. There's nothing better than fucking a queer virgin asshole." Apparently I wasn't their first victim. "So, we gonna do it like this, you have zero authority here, from that door outside, you have freedom, democracy, inside this bathroom, you're in North Korea, and I'm fucking Kim Jong-un, your lord and savior. Got it?" I nodded. "If you try to fight back, say anything without permission, or try to run, we're gonna punch you in the head until your blood paint this whole bathroom. Understood?"

"...Yeah." - I said, quietly.

"Oh, and you have to say 'Yes, master.'" - The bear said, while the others laughed. I wanted to punch them. I wanted to kill them. Fucking disgusting maggots. They did't just wanted to fuck with me. They wanted to make sure I know what they think about me. A pathetic weak faggot. A cocksucking homo. A second hand citizen. A homosexual. Oh I'm sorry, I meant to say "a bottom", 'cause there was no way in hell that those guys were straight. I clenched my fists. I refused to say it.

"Say it!" - The tiger said to me, clenching his fist and placing it in front of my face, ready to punch it. His other arm was around my neck, ready to choke me if he had to.

"...Yes, master." This is so humiliating. I hated myself. I hated them.

"Good boy." He patted my head. Then he grabbed my hair. "Now, if you keep playing this nice, obedient bitch until we're done with you, we may or may not let you go alive."

"We're still gonna beat you up though." - The horse said.

"He's right." - The tiger said to me. "But if we're going to punch you in the face or in the stomach will depend on how much you behave." Well, that's just great. I had to prepare myself for the rape AND the beatings now. "Are you gonna be a good bitch?"

"Yes, master."

"Good! Now I want you to repeat something for me. Say 'I am a big faggot'" YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

"I am a big faggot."

"'I am the scum of the Earth.'"

"I am the scum of the Earth."

"'And deserve to be treated like shit.'"

"And deserve to be treated like..." I started sobbing before I could finish.

"Come on now, stop crying! 'And deserve to be treated like shit.'"

I took a deep breath. "And deserve to be treated like shit."

"Good faggot! Now let's get to business. I want you to pick someone to fuck you first. Except me, it's my turn to be the watchman." I remained silent. He placed his fist on my face again, this time applying more pressure. "If you don't pick one, I'm gonna fucking destroy you." I had to pick one. I figured that they would all probably take a turn with me, so I decided to just get rid of the worse first. I decided to go for the ardennes, which I assumed to have the biggest cock.

"Him." I said while nodding my head towards the horse. I realized I forgot to say the magic words. The tiger slapped me in the face again.

"Him what!!??"

I started crying again. "Him, master...*sobs*"

"Good! Jesus Christ, you're practically begging us to treat you like shit! Good Lord, you faggots are all the same!" I was building up so much anger inside me. I felt like screaming. But I knew if did that I would probably sign my death sentence. I was just asking for God to sent someone in the bathroom to catch them off guard and call the police. Someone strong, or at least someone who could run really fast. "And for the last fucking time, STOP CRYING!"

I stopped. "Sorry, master."

He turned to the horse. "Alright big guy, he's all yours."

He started unzipping his pants. "Take off your pants." I obeyed. He went behind me, placing his cock on my asshole, ready to penetrate. The tiger stopped him.

"Wait! What the fuck you think you're doing?"

"What the fuck does it look like?

The tiger handled him a condom. "This faggot must be a pool of STDs."

"Heh, good point." He put the condom and got his dick ready again. He leaned forward and choked me with his arm. He whispered in my ears. "I. Will not. Be gentle." And he really meant that. He covered my mouth so that no one could hear me scream and then gave me a big, painful, deep, quick thrust. The pain was so intense. If he hadn't covered my mouth, the whole campus would've heard the screams. The thrusts we're quick and hard. I started crying again. I didn't cared if they slapped my nose off, I WAS going to cry no matter what. While his right hand was covering my mouth, his left one was grabbing me by the tail. I was done screaming. I was still feeling a huge pain, I was just resorted to crying. He realized I stopped screaming, so he let go of my mouth and placed his arm around my neck. I hear him whispering again. "Do you know why this is happening to you? Because you're a cocksucker. You brought this on yourself." I wanted it to end quickly. It didn't.

After 5 long minutes of fucking, the lion came to me. He took off his belt and unzipped his pants, showing me his hard cock. "Suck it." Knowing I had no choice, I started sucking him. He asked the horse to let go of my neck, then used his belt on me as a leash. My goddamn rape fetishism kicked in. My dick got hard. The bear noticed it.

"Hahahahaha! Hey guys, look at this motherfucker! His dick is rock solid! He's really enjoying himself."

"Heh, of course he is." - Said the horse. "That's what you queers do every time to each other, right?"

"Hey, faggot! You're not supposed to be enjoying this!" After saying this, the bear gave me a kick in the stomach. My scream got muffled by the dick in my mouth. The lion didn't liked that one bit.

"Hey, you fucking asshole! He got his fucking teeth on my dick! What if you kick him and he decides to grab a piece of me?"

"Sorry bud, had to teach him some discipline." - The bear said, with an evil smirk on his face that really made me wanna chomp a piece of the lion's penis.

"Fuckin' asshole..." - The lion grumbled.

The bear also "offered" his dick to me. "Hey, can you share?" He said to the lion. Why was I enjoying that? It made me feel like a fucking freak. Meanwhile, the tiger was just there by the door, watching. The horse turned to him.

"Hey man, I'm really sorry you're missing the action. This guy may not be a virgin, but goddamn his ass feels great!" - He said while patting me in the ass.

"And he's such a good cocksucker!" I don't remember who said that. I think it was the lion.

"Nah, it's okay, I had enough fun with that cheetah we fucked yesterday." Please don't be my ex, I thought. "What was his name again? Breno?"

That was his name. Fuck! I thought to myself "alright, calm the fuck down Carlos! He's probably not the only cheetah named Breno in the world."

"I think it was. Too bad he had to die." I was too numb at that point to care, I just wanted to suck them, I just wanted that to be over. But then I realized, if they killed him, they wouldn't have any problems killing me. I gave up. I didn't cared anymore. If I was going to die. If they would take me away. Beat me up. I didn't cared anymore.

"Must've been really shitty for him." The horse said. "Inside that box for an hour, knowing that there was no way out. Knowing that he would die." They buried him alive. Sick fucks.

"Yep, and that's exactly what stinky over here will feel in a few hours." I froze again. I knew my destiny already. I was going to die in the worst way possible. Suffocating to death under a pile of dirt. I gave the lion a glaze of mercy. "What? We told you we 'may or may not kill you in the end.'" The bear laughed. I didn't cared. If there was an afterlife I was going to meet up with Breno. His spirit was probably scared. He needed me. He needed someone.

After a couple of minutes, the horse came. Then they repeated the same thing with me. Fucking me. Hard. Without any single mercy. It didn't hurt much like it did with the horse though. I guess my strategy worked. While the bear was fucking me, the horse made me drink the cum and lick the shit from the condom, then their assholes. The taste was horrible. I tried not to vomit, knowing that they would probably make me lick the floor if I did that.

The bear came after 30 minutes of gang rape. His dick was really small, probably smaller than mine. I thought that at least that part was over. Then the horse said to the tiger:

"Say, stripes, you wanna have some fun with him? I can stay on the watch." Whatever. Just do whatever the fuck you want with me, I don't care anymore.

He thought for a while. Then he said: "Ummm... yeah, sure, why the fuck not. But you fuckers stay out of it. He's all mine for now." He pushed me inside the only stall that didn't had the lock busted. He grabbed my left arm and forced it behind my back, while pinning me in the wall. "Don't worry bud, this will be over soon."

I tried begging again. "Please don't kill me, please don't do it. You don't have to do this. I won't tell a soul, I promise."

"Shh shh shh shh... just relax buddy, there's no use in begging. We WILL kill you. Be a man at least once in your life and accept it."

"We never did anything to you guys." I was crying so much.

"It doesn't matter. You're a faggot. That's reason enough to die. We're just doing society a favor." There was no point in arguing with him, so I just said:

"The cheetah you killed yesterday. That was my ex."

"Am I supposed to feel sorry?" - He said, while thrusting me slowly. He really wanted to enjoy himself. I cried even harder. He didn't cared that time. "It's okay buddy, you can cry now. It must be horrible to know that this will be the last day of your life." I stopped crying after a while. I was just there, emotionless, pinned against the wall while I felt his breath on my neck and his dick pounding my ass. I seemed that I was fucked. I was going to be buried alive god knows where, I would never see my friends and family. I would never see the Sun again after he dawned. I would never see the hot guys on the beach. I would be dead in a few hours.

But then, he came. My hero. My savior. My knight in shinning fur. His name was Pedro. A black panther, graduating for Biology. I saw him a couple of times in the campus. He was huge. Even bigger than the ardennes that just raped me. We never talked to each other. We just shared some casual looks a couple of times, you know those when that person you never saw in your life crosses your line of sight. I saw his dick once when we were in the bathroom together. It was quite a view.

While the tiger was having fun with me, Pedro came in. The horse, who was at the door watching, yelled: "Hey stripes! You done there?" That was his cue to stop.

"If you try anything funny I'll break your neck." - He whispered.

The others look really scared of him, at least that's what Pedro told me. I would be too if you ask me, his size alone was intimidating. He noticed something weird. He noticed how quiet the bathroom was. He looked under the stall. Four legs. None of them wearing any pants. He sighed: "Get a room you guys..." He took a piss and then washed his hands. Before leaving the bathroom, he really noticed that there was something weird going on. He noticed how all of the three look scared, as if they where worried about getting caught, as if they they were doing something wrong. He finally realized what was going. He crosses his arms. "Nobody leaves this fucking bathroom." - He said with a loud, intimidating voice, although he didn't screamed. He noticed the horse trying to flee. "GET THE FUCK BACK IN!" This time he screamed. I felt the tiger tremble. He walked to where we were. "You, get the fuck out of the stall." He didn't do anything. He was paralyzed. He went to a hateful, soulless white tiger to a pussy in a matter of seconds. Pedro busted the stall door open. And by busting I mean ripping the wooden stall door like it was made of paper. Now there was no bathroom stall without a busted lock. I always wondered what happened to the other two. Well, at least that one I knew the story. I lived the story. Pedro saw both of us. The tiger's penis was still inside me, so there was no way he could deny it. "Out" - Pedro signaled him with his thumb. "You too, buddy." - He said to me gently, with a smile in the corner of his mouth. I just ran behind him. He got me closer to his body using his arms.

He turned his head to me. "What's your name?"

"C-Carlos."

"Mine is Pedro. Did you let him do that to you?" I didn't answered. I was still scared. He could be big, but there was four of them. It wasn't a fair fight. Before I could say anything, the bear charged us. Luckily for me, Pedro wasn't only big. He knew karate. He just tossed me a little bit to his right and extended his left arm, in which the bear broke his nose. While he was on the floor agonizing, Pedro just looked to the others. He didn't said anything. He didn't need to. He sighed. Then he looked at me again. "It's okay little guy, you're safe with me."

I started sobbing again. "They raped me. All of them."

It was just what Pedro needed to hear. He turned to the horse and the lion. "Alright, you two, take your friend down here to the hospital. And I DON'T wanna see any policemen in this bathroom, otherwise I'll kill your friend." They all left, leaving only me, the panther, and the white tiger, paralyzed with fear. Now it was him who was begging.

"Come on man pleas..."

"Don't. Just don't." - Pedro interrupted him. "I'm not stupid, I know you're not sorry."

"Look man, I know what I did was wrong, but please man, don't hurt me! You can't pay evil with more evil!" His face was even whiter than before.

"'Please man, don't hurt me.' I bet he said that to you."

"They were going to kill me." - I said, wiping the tears off my face.

"Oh really?" Pedro said, turning to him. The tiger started to panic.

"PLEASE MAN! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He sat on the ground.

"Kill you? Nah. I'm not a murder. But I will make you feel the same way Carlos did."

The tiger was in shock. "Oh god, please don't..." His voice started to faint.

"Get the fuck up." He remained on the floor. "GET THE FUCK UP!!!!" He stood up. His legs trembling. Pedro tossed him on the wall like he was nothing. He then gave him a big punch in the stomach. I didn't wanted to be on his skin. "YOU FUCKING DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH PAIN AND TRAUMA A RAPE VICTIM HAVE TO GO THROUGH? AND OF COURSE HE HAD TO BE SMALL, YOU GUYS WOULDN'T HAVE THE BALLS TO PICK A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE MY SIZE, RIGHT? YOU FUCKING COWARD!!!!!!" I felt legitimately scared. The tiger didn't said anything. His eyes were pure panic.

Pedro turned him around and pinned him against the wall, taking both his and the tiger pants off. Then he turned to me.

"Alright buddy, you gonna decide the kitty's fate. What should I do with him, fuck him, or just let him go?" - He said while putting up a condom. I looked to my feet, silent. "It's okay buddy, whenever you decision's gonna be, I won't judge you."

"Please, Carlos!" Well, look who's begging now.

"SHUT UP!" - Pedro yelled.

I wanted to say no. I'm sort of a faithful person. I always believed that I should never do anything to hurt someone, no matter how much of an asshole this person was. But I also believe in karma. I was witnessing karma in it's full force. It sent a big black panther to keep the universe balanced. I made my decision.

"...Don't be gentle with him." He tiger started to scream.

"No no NO NO! PLEASE DON'T D- *muffle*" Pedro shut him up before he could say anything else.

"You heard him." He thrust. One big blow. And then, at the blink of an eye, half of the panther's dick was gone. The tiger screamed. I could only see three things in his eyes. The pain, the fear and the tears. Pedro was violent. More violent than all of the four combined. The tiger started to cry intensely. The thrusts were fast and violent. It wasn't a pretty sight. I closed my eyes and covered my ears, but I could still hear him crying. I'm not gonna lie, I wanted to tell him to stop. It just sound so horrible. But I didn't said anything. I stayed strong. I wanted him to suffer.

Pedro only fucked him for 3 minutes, but it was enough to keep him from sitting properly for 2 weeks. After he was done, the tiger collapsed on the floor. He cried like a baby, on a fetal position, for an entire minute. Pedro threw the used condom on the tiger's face, then got down to him.

"What's your name?"

"D-Diego."

"Look me in the eyes Diego." He looked. "Do you see this face? You'll remember it anytime you decide to hurt anyone again. You'll remember my face, you will remember my name, and you will remember that pain in your ass. If you even THINK of doing anything like this, you'll remember all of those things. Will you ever do something like this again?" The way he said that, all calmed, made it even scarier. I guess he released all his anger inside his ass.

"N-No."

"Promise?" The tiger nodded. "I'm still hard, you know? You better leave as fast as you can."

He stood up and left. He wanted to run, but he could barely walk. Pedro finally turned to me again. "Carlos, right?" I nodded positively. My eyes were watery. I felt like crying. "It's okay to cry if you want to." After I said that, I just let go. All the pain, anger, frustration, hate, fear, everything I was feeling, all washed out through my eyes. He held me tight. "Shhhh, it's all over now. It's all over now, little guy. You're safe now. Shhhh, you're safe now." - He said while I cried. I really did felt safe. I stood there, hugging him for 3 minutes. I didn't wanted to let go of him. Neither him wanted to let go of me. He stroke my back and my head. My face buried on his right chest. I gave one last deep breath. "Feeling better?"

"*sigh* Yeah." He let go of me a little bit. He smiled. I smiled back. I hugged him again. "He killed my ex."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"They buried him alive. They were going to do the same to me."

"They won't. They won't anymore. I'll protect you. I promise. Do you study here?"

"Yeah, Geography."

"I'm from Biology. Is Mr. Takeshi your teacher?" He was trying to calm me down. Everybody loved Mr. Takeshi.

"Yeah, he's a really nice guy."

"He sure is." He smiled. "So, umm, I'm gonna wait for you to leave your classroom for now on. Do you drive?"

"No."

"Then I'll give you a ride to your place. Everyday."

"I don't live too close to the campus..." He was being so nice to me, but I didn't wanted to be a problem.

"I doesn't matter, I don't either."

"But..."

"I insist. I can't let you walk around alone with freaks like these walking around on the streets."

"Pedro... this is just too much, why are you doing this to me?"

"It's just... you're such a nice guy. And you just went through a lot of stress right now. I just hate these fuckers who take advantage from someone just because they're not as strong as them. And I'm saying 'stronger' physically, 'cause you're a lot more stronger than any of these guys." I fell in love for him. I hugged him tighter. He did the same. "Why did they do that to you in the first place?"

I was a little scared to tell him. "...Because I'm gay."

He sighed. "Jesus Christ... don't let this shit make you lose hope, alright? There's a lot more people on our side that you imagine." Our side? Yeah, it turned out that he was gay too. I smiled at him, not only because of what he said, but because I knew I might have a chance of being something else to him. "Did they used condoms?" He looked worried.

"Yeah."

"Good."

"But they made me.. you know... give them a blowjob."

"Shit... you're gonna have to take an HIV test." I was a little scared, but for some reason I knew I was clean.

We went to his car on the parking lot. It was kinda hard for my to walk. We went to the nearest Hospital. I had the test, the results came shortly after. Negative. It was finally over. You're gonna have to wait, Breno. I quietly send some prayers to him. It was the first time in years I prayed.

He took me to his home later. I just could go see my mom right away, she would totally find out what happened. I still didn't told her. In fact, only Pedro and the four knows about what happened that day. I called her, saying that I was sleeping over a friend's house. She was okay with that.

He lived pretty close to my place. It was an apartment. Living room, kitchen, a bathroom, a guest room, an office and a suite, where he sleeps. He worked as an internship on the city's zoo. He's mainly responsible for the white tiger's cage. Oh, the irony. He made me my lunch. Spaghetti. It was delicious. We pretty much spent the day playing video games and getting to know each other. It was almost midnight when we went to bed. Him on the suite and I on the guest room. After a while I went to sleep. I had a nightmare, about the rape. I couldn't sleep anymore.

I went to his room, he was sleeping peacefully. I stood on the other side of the bed, still considering if I was going to sleep with him or not. After a while, I laid down on the bed, trying not to wake him up. He woke up anyways. "Carlos?" - He asked, still a bit sleepy.

"I-I should go back to my bed..."

"No no! It's okay." He turned around to me. "Come here." I laid down next to him and placed my head on his arm. He caressed me with his other arm. "Can't sleep?"

"No. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, of course not. It's nice to have a company for a change" He lived by himself.

"Thanks." He smiled. I gave him a kiss. He loved it. His blushing was incredibly cute. I snuggled myself against his chest. I feel a smooch on my head.

"I love you, Carlos."

"Love you too, big guy." We went to sleep. I slept soundly that night. I knew I was safe.

Next morning we discussed about our relationship. We agreed to be boyfriends from that day on. We live a close relationship. It's funny how we used to get jealous at each other from looking at other guys.

Five years later, on Valentine's Day, he proposed to me. I didn't even thought twice before saying yes. His whole family was on the wedding party. His mother was such a nice person. I can see where he got his kindness from.

And here we are now. Next week it's going to be our 3rd anniversary. We were talking about adopting a boy. Or maybe have a baby through surrogancy. We have a skunk friend who said she agreed to be the surrogate mother. God bless her. If we have a boy, I already know what name to give him. Breno.

I think I'm gonna be a good father, but I KNOW that Pedro will be a great father. He is so good with children. I have a concern about the future though. When our kid ask us how we met, I will probably have to lie to him. Otherwise I would have to tell them that I felt in love with him after he saved me from a bunch of rapists. I know it's gonna sound weird, but I have to thank those guys, because if it wasn't for them, I would have never met Pedro.

Thanks God, for putting this wonderful man in my life. You could've find out a less painful way to do that, you know? Just saying.

THE END

Author's final words:

That was it for this story folks! There won't be any sequel to this, but there will be a prequel telling the story of Breno. As you could see, the ending to that story won't be so colorful. So, I assume that if you're reading this you already read the whole story, right? So, I assume you were okay with this subject, right? If you're not, then it was you own fault. I stated that the story would be about gang rape, you read at your own discretion, I didn't forced you to read this, so please no complains about the subject of the story. With that said, thank you guys for reading my story, I'll jump to part 2 of "Brian and Me" right away (I'm currently planning to do at least until part 4), then I'll do the Breno story. See you guys on the next story! ;)