Page 5 of Iced Out

“No…” Tae whimpered.

The passenger chuckled and released his seatbelt.

Tae breathed harder, shoving against the door, sobs building at the base of his throat.

The man squeezed through the gap between the front seats with some effort and dropped onto the backseat beside Tae. Up close, he smelled of sweat, and his breath stank of the beer he’d been drinking in the front seat. As he leaned closer, his mouth touched Tae’s ear.

“No…” Tae cringed back but had nowhere to go.

Coarse stubble scraped Tae’s neck. Teeth raked his ear. Tae whimpered, feeling sick, as the man shoved his tongue into his ear, the gross, wet sound filling Tae’s head.

“Don’t…” Tae sobbed, turning his head, desperate to escape his slick tongue and foul breath.

“Ah, come on, little buddy,” the man panted in a raspy voice, grabbing Tae’s waist. “Don’t be like that. I’m just trying to comfort you.” He pulled Tae back against him, pinning Tae’s ass against his hard crotch. When he ground himself on Tae’s rear, the boy lost control, thrashing against the man’s grip.

“Stop!” Tae cried. “Stop!”

The man grunted, laughing a little, and yanked Tae fully onto the seat, shoving him face down against the cushion.

“Noo!” Tae wailed, writhing on the seat as the man sat on his legs. Tae’s upper body flopped furiously like a panicked fish out of water. “Sto-op!”

The man got harder—Tae felt it pressing against his ass.

Huffing excitedly, the man leaned over Tae’s back and dug his hands beneath the boy, fumbling with the snap of his jeans.

“STOP!!” Tae screamed and flung his head back, connecting with the man’s face.

A sharp grunt of pain, and his attacker stumbled back a little, cussing loudly.

Tae yelped as he was abruptly ripped up off the seat, a strong hand clamping around his throat and squeezing. Stubby nails gouged into his soft skin, fingertips pressing hard against his windpipe, cutting off his air.

“You little fuck,” the man hissed in his ear. “I was going to fuck you nice, but now…” He clenched harder, and Tae gagged. “Now, I’m gonna rape your ass raw, you fucking gook.”

Tae choked around his hand, tears flooding his face. “My dad… is going to… kill you.”

“What was that?” The man squeezed harder and shoved his mouth against Tae’s ear, his breath hot and rank. “Your dad is going to kill me?” He laughed, a chilling edge to his voice. “I ain’t afraid of some little gook daddy. Maybe I’ll fuck him, too—before I deport his nasty ass out of this fine country of ours.” He lathered his tongue over Tae’s ear, making the boy cringe again. “We’re cleaning house, boy. And all you filthy fuckers gotta go.” He panted, lust heavy in his voice. “But not before we have a little fun with you first.”

He jerked open the front of Tae’s pants, then slammed him back down on the seat, grabbing the waistband of his jeans.

“No…” Tae fought him, his cries muffled against the stiff seat cushion. “Let me gooo!!”

“Just accept your fate, little boy,” the man grunted, wrenching Tae’s jeans off his hips, his short nails scratching his flesh.

“No! STOP!!”

The attacker snorted and yanked Tae’s pants down over his ass.

“NOOO!!” Tae screamed, his shrill cries echoing through the vehicle.

The driver chuckled, glancing in the rearview mirror. “Remember, save some for me—” The rig came to a sudden stop as the driver stomped on the brakes, the tires squealing on asphalt and propelling the passenger and Tae off the backseat.

The passenger struck the back of the front seat and caught himself as Tae tumbled onto the floor behind the driver’s seat, his face smashing into the dirty floor mat and his ass exposed.

“What the fuck?” the passenger shot at the driver. “Why’d you—” He went silent, staring straight ahead through the windshield.

Tae couldn’t see what was happening or why the car had stopped. He tried to grab the back of his pants with his constrained hands and managed to pinch the edge of his waistband with his fingertips, wriggling his jeans up over his rear.

The passenger was no longer focused on him and leaned forward between the front seats. A hint of fear and tension colored his words as he asked uncertainly, “What the fuck is this?”