Dylan and Eric's Halloween

Dylan and Eric had just gotten ready to terrorize kids. It was Halloween night and it was a big deal in their town for some odd reason neither understood. It was stupid and only people who 1. are fat, 2. are cosplaying faggot weirdos and like to dress up, or 3. old single moms dressing their kids up like this holiday. Well, Dylan liked the decorations and the history and movies. He didn’t know much about Eric’s thoughts on it. They had went to Spirit Halloween and both bought a mask. Dylan’s was a clown since he could style his hair to resemble that of a clowns. He didn’t know what mask Eric got. Dylan impatiently waited outside the bathroom door of Eric’s. He already had his hair gelled and his mask in hand while in the other hand were knives, fake and real, fake guns and knives with blades in them. “Hurry the hell up..” he said annoyed as his fist hit the door, like a knock but hard and with the side of his fist.
Eric hated everything about every Holiday, especially Halloween. He thought it was so stupid and for fats, faggots, or single moms. Eric grunted when Dylan pounded on the door, this mask sucked to get but he begged his grandpas friend who had been in ww2 to give the stupid mask, god he hated the old guys story about it. Eric had learned someone told all the little kids the terrifying and disturbing details about nazis and the holocaust, so his mask would be one of the German soldiers. He knew it would freak out and terrify little kids. Eric creaked open the door and looked at Dylan’s face and giggled. He knew Dylan would hate the gas mask and Dylan since he was a big nosed Jew, but even better. Eric knew the kids would be probably terrified of that after what some seniors told them, like the gassing, holocaust, soap, all that funny shit. Eric giggled like a little kid and stood at the door.
Dylan gave Eric a sharp glance when he noticed that the mask Eric was wearing was a gas mask from WWII. He hated when Eric started to giggle and laugh since Dylan was a jew. He honestly thought it wasn’t that big of a deal but Eric thought it was. “Let’s just go.” Dylan had grabbed Eric’s wrist, tighter than initial thought to have, and pulled him to the door. He was ready to leave and harass kids, and see hot girls in like lace nightgowns with bunny ears. He could feel himself grow just from the thought but forced it in the back of his mind since he didn’t wanna be erect in front of his best friend. Instead, he thought of kids cutting their tongues on razors. It made him smile as him and eric were now walking down the sidewalk.
Eric snickered till Dylan grabbed his wrist. Eric didn’t want to admit it but one of the white hats sprained it broke his wrist of something. Eric squeezed his eyes shut and let out a noise that was toned down by the mask he wore. Eric let out a shaky breath as he followed Dylan even if we was getting dragged. He let out a sigh of relief when Dylan let go. Eric was excited as hell to traumatize the kids in columbine. Eric and Dylan walked out his front door, Dylan’s stupid greasy long hair annoyed Eric, it was so fucking ugly, his mask was probably the only thing that covered his big, BIG ass nose and forehead. And his abnormally long chin.
Dylan’s face had fit perfectly in the mask which was long and had a big nose. It made him realize how fucked up his face length was and he blamed his parents for the stupid genetics. He glanced at Eric who looked like a stupid fucking child while he getting excited to scare other children. It pissed Dylan off how Eric couldn’t keep calm. He wasn’t even in character with his mask, the mask Dylan hated. He wished Eric had gotten something else but he also knew that the kids of Columbine had heard stories about the Holocaust through high schoolers and some middle schoolers. Dylan hated how they started talking about the Holocaust in 5th grade at that school, slowly adding more and more detail about it. Dylan remembered in 5th grade about a book they had read that took place during the early 1940s that he couldn’t remember the name of but remembered a Harmonica. The next year in 6th grade, they read one about this Gypsy in a Ghetto called Milkweed. It pissed him off how they were letting 9 and 10 year olds learn this shit. He felt like he shouldn’t care and think it was funny but he knew that if they didn’t then, no one would’ve known he was a Jew unless he told them. He looked over at Eric and smacked the back of his head. “Slow down. This house is big. There’s a party. We can steal shit and drink.”
Eric jolted when Dylan smacked the back of his head like a dog. “dude! What the fuck?” Eric crosses his arms, snarling back. Eric was annoyed at Dylan but nodded at Dylan’s decision and smiled under the mask, Eric’s wrist and lower arm still felt so sore though. Eric almost let out a yelp when Dylan grabbed his wrist to bring him inside but he did that one random ass thing where you cover up the breathing hole on a gas mask so no air can come in to breathe, but blocked noise so he did that to block his noise. The two walked in and Eric was immediately eying shit to steal and the chicks.
Dylan didn’t care much for the girls since he was secretly a fag but always pretended to be straight and make straight jokes. He was good at it. Something he was only good at when sober. As him and Eric walked around, girls in revealing outfits walked by, one smacked Eric’s ass, another put her hand on Dylan’s chest. They were all whores. Dylan noticed that drinks were just laying around and chuckled. “What dumbasses don’t watch their drinks?” he said as he picked up two red solo cups filled with twisted teas and handed one to Eric. He then lifted his mask up to the top of his head. If his mask hadn’t been on, girls would have probably avoided him instead of touching him since he was tall and somewhat bulky from his clothing. “Bottoms up,” he said as he lifted the cup and chugged it. His throat moving as he swallowed the liquid rapidly. He made a sound that seemed like he enjoyed it once he finished and brought the cup down. He used his sleeve to wipe away what dripped.
Eric’s wrist felt sore but he stared at every girl that was in a sexual outfit until he couldn’t see them anymore. There was countless times Dylan had to drag eric away since he was standing and staring, sometimes even following. He bucked his hips forward and let out a little noise when one of those hot senior girls smacked Eric’s, thick ass. Eric instantly turned pink and felt warm and jittery when that happened and he couldn’t just ignore that. He frowned at Dylan’s lack of reaction to the other chick who caressed him. Eric actually couldn’t fucking believe someone touched him, especially like that. Dylan too, Dylan was fucking hideous, the girl probably thought he was a jock since his mask and the bulky outfit he had on. Eric couldn’t hold back his excitement as they continued to walk, he actually couldn’t believe it, even if they were whores. Eric chuckled back at Dylan’s comment and took the red cup from Dylan. He slowly lifted up his mask, instantly relieved at the air. The mask was all sweaty and hot inside so it was a relief to have it off. Eric loved drinking, no doubt but he was a soft one? He didn’t know what to call it but it was easy for him to edge on drinking and shit, so he took his time but tried to drink it quick incase people were looking. Eric awkwardly finished the small cup like a whole minute after Dylan even if he was taking big gulps, still he couldn’t believe a girl touched his ass, it hurt and he wasn’t into pain, that’s Dylan’s thing but it was hot. “Holy shit man, I can’t frickin believe those girls touched us..” Eric said, his voice dazing off from already being a little drunk and distracted by the hot revealing chicks around them.
Dylan shot a glace at Eric. He nodded his head slightly. “I know.” He didn’t sound like he was excited about it. It seemed that since Eric got his ass slapped, Dylan went quiet. It was weird since Eric was usually the quiet one. Dylan was confused to how Eric was already getting drunk. “That wasn’t that much.” He sighed. He knew the amount of whatever was in the cup wasn’t enough to get them drunk unless their alcohol tolerance was nonexistent. He grabbed Eric’s wrist again, still unaware of the pain in it and pulled his mask back down. He started to walk upstairs with Eric, dragging him up each step until he was able to keep up. Dylan then looked around for any more cups they could steal and drink.
Eric was confused and annoyed at Dylan, Dylan had always dreamed of shit like this. If he wasn’t happy, he should at least be happy for Eric and be hyping him up. Eric’s entire face was pink and he felt really hot, he didn’t know if it was due to all the people inside or his feelings. Eric looked up at Dylan and grunted, what does he care? Eric still didn’t want to tell anyone, not even Dylan about his wrist he didn’t care if it he didn’t get medical help. It was just the stupid jocks like usual and he didn’t want to seem like a pussy to Dylan or anyone else. How would the rest of the hitmen for hire crew feel if the one who’s gonna be harassing bullies gets his wrist broken by them? He hated that thought so he focused on the hot girls around him and. he felt a bit nervous he didn’t want them to get caught, they weren’t even able to drink. Well, half the people here too. Eric’s eyes widened when Dylan grabbed his wrist, why the fuck did he have to keep grabbing THAT wrist. Eric held in his noise long enough till Dylan put his mask back on. The trip up the stairs was agonizing and awfully slow so he tried to keep up with Dylan. Eric stood behind Dylan now that he finally let go. Honestly, Eric was surprised he wasn’t screaming in pain but he was always good at holding in that shit? He finally mumbled to Dylan. “Can you please stop grabbing my frickin wrist? Jesus.” And sighed
Dylan shot him yet again, another glance. He had his mask on now so it was a little harder to see Eric through the eyeholes. “I can if I want. It’s not like it’s hurting you.” Dylan spoke as he poked his head around and soon found an unopened bottle outside of the bathroom. Whoever was in the bathroom had left it and now it was up for the taking. Dylan rushed now since the person was washing their hands. Dylan grabbed Eric’s wrist AGAIN, and pulled him into a room before closing the door and locking it. The bedroom was nice and had velvet sheets. The bathroom door opened and someone stepped out, before storming downstairs to confront people. Dylan smiled at Eric and opened the bottle with a bottle opener before handing it to him. “Drink half.” he said.
Eric slightly put his head down at Dylan’s snarky response. Holy shit he was annoying. Mostly Eric would be giggling and going along with this but he didn’t know why he didn’t Today. Ew. That’s so fucking unsanitary to take that, FROM A BATHROOM. Eric yelped out, this time louder when Dylan grabbed his wrist, AGAIN. Why THIS fucking wrist??? Eric heard the guy in the bathrooms annoyed grunt as he walked away. Eric uncomfortably looked around the mood, this would be hell of a party but he didn’t like It that much today, assuming because his wrist and taking like 20 pain killers at home. Eric hesitated at first but Dylan’s glare made his gut hurt so he took the bottle and swung it back, not getting as much as he hoped but he did still drink some. Dylan smiled when Eric started to drink. “Chug it.” he had… demanded?? What was up with dylan? Was he okay? Dylan had never been this weird before.
Dylan watched as Eric started to drink. He thought before grabbing Eric’s wrist that was holding the bottle, not the hurt one, and taking the bottle from him. “Give me a second.” he said before leaving the room. Without Eric’s knowledge, he drugged the drink. He came back and handed the bottle back. “Sorry, I thought I heard a girl complaining about not having any.” he lied before handing the whatever alcohol was in the bottle, back. “Be fast, I wanna drink some too.”
Eric started to drink till Dylan grabbed his wrist. He froze up thinking it was his other wrist but this wrist was fine. He watched as Dylan took the bottle from him and he felt relieved but confused. He let out a little groan in response to Dylan’s disappearance and awkwardly standing there. Eric still felt all warm and jittery and shit from the chick touching him though, it wasn’t a good mix with being wasted? He probably wasn’t and just not used to alcohol. Eric was going to deny Dylan but decided not to, they were dying in a few months anyway and Dylan was always more intimidating. Eric uncomfortably drank as much as he could when he took a swing back.
“Keep drinking..” Dylan said, his tone was colder than normal. It seemed rough. he almost sounded like one of the jocks threatening them at school. He didn’t seem like he was in a good mood at all and just wanted, for some reason which Eric didn’t know, for him to keep drinking. He knew he might have looked too intimidating so he tried to soften his look to seem less annoyed or whatever he was. He continued to still glare though, seemingly pissed off. Something was definitely up, especially since he didn’t even care when girls had touched him while Eric was almost abt to bulge in his pants just from the thought, let alone actually being touched, especially that slap on his ass. Dylan couldn’t tell him eric had enjoyed that or not. He thought maybe Eric was somewhat of a fag.
Eric already felt woozy and like shit when he even had those small red cup shots, he wasn’t a big fan of drinking this. He was about to stop till Dylan told him to keep drinking. It gave him a queasy feeling in his stomach so he drank half the bottle as well as he could, embarrassingly taking breaks. Eric didn’t like the tone Dylan was using and how he was acting but he played it off as Dylan being drunk too, maybe the shot from earlier made him shitty too? It still bothered him how he sounded like their bullies and the stupid white hat jocks, though he brushed it off as best as he could. Eric was still all jittery and excited about the girl touching him, he actually had no idea how or why a girl even touched him, closest interaction he’s gotten related to a girl is the jocks throwing tampons covered in ketchup at him and his insistent friend. Eric felt pretty wasted and took the last swing, breathing a bit out of his mouth after. The bottle was still half full like Dylan had requested before for the two to share the bottle half and half, so he handed it to Dylan.
“Please, just leave me alone.” Dylan begged, these guys were mainly seniors. They were so much bigger and stronger than he was as a fourteen year old.

Dylan felt arms on him, holding him down in place as he felt hands on the waist of his jeans.

“No! Please!” Dylan tried to kick the guy who was reaching for his belt, but two other football players grabbed Dylan’s legs to hold them down as well.
“Have you ever had anyone go down on your before?” Curtis whispered into Dylan’s ear and reached his hand to cup Dylan’s cheek. Holding back tears, Dylan looked into Curtis’s eyes, silently pleading with him to not do this. The other football players helped pull off Dylan’s jeans and boxers as Curtis violated his mouth. He had to admit that Curtis’s lips were really soft, as much as it made him shudder. Curtis’s mouth tasted so minty, kinda spicy.
“Look! He’s enjoying it!” Dylan heard someone yell. He looked down again to see that he was hard. Why was he hard? It shook Dylan back into his body, realizing that he didn’t want this. He watched as Curtis took his whole length in his mouth.
Dylan wanted to scream, but it came out as a humiliating moan. The guys around him laughed and taunted Dylan as he had forced fellatio

“Please stop!” Dylan yelled, trying to tug his limbs away from the larger men that held them. They all looked down at him, laughing as Dylan’s body betrayed him. He didn’t like this, why did his body react this way?
Dylan struggled to not cry, he was so humiliated. His dick throbbed in Curtis’s mouth. Dylan couldn’t help but watch as Curtis expertly deep-throated him. Dylan was morbidly impressed, but horrified at just how little control he had over his body.
“Why are you doing this?” Dylan cried out, his head hitting the mirror behind him. Ron, the quarterback for the team leaned in and gave Dylan a shit-eating grin. He whispered so softly that Dylan was sure that he didn’t hear him right.
“To prove just how big of a fag you truly are.” Dylan was horrified as his body shuddered, his orgasm hit him like a truck. Curtis backed up, letting the white strands splash up onto Dylan’s shirt.

The football players let him go, his thin frame fell against the dirty floor of the boys bathroom. The smell of urine hit his nose as something else hit his stomach. A sharp pain stabbed through his abdomen as the football players started to kick him all over his body.
Eric felt really weird and nauseous, even a bit jittery. He was confused why Dylan was smiling but blew it off as much as he could. He jumped back a bit and jerked his feet back when Dylan poured the rest of the l drink, not wanting to get it on his shoes or himself. Since his father was a raging alcoholic he didn’t want to smell like him or get in trouble for drinking alcohol, Eric was still a minor so. Eric couldn’t react to the drink getting poured beside instinctively jerking his body back. Eric groaned out in pain as he was shoved against the wall, it really hurt. Eric felt his legs tremble and the only thing keeping him against the cool wall was his face since his arms were dangling. The fuck is wrong with Dylan?
Dylan smiled when Eric groaned out in pain. He likes that a lot. Eric had no idea what was wrong with Dylan. It was a mystery. Dylan had started to reach around Eric’s waist and fiddle with his belt, slipping it off and then unbuttoning Eric’s jeans. He was being slow about this. Eric didn’t know why he was so weak and didn’t resist but then he realized he had been drugged. Dylan’s hands made their way down the sides of Eric’s pants, slowly moving in to rub eric’s inner thighs which were very soft. Dylan smiled when he realized eric had a fresh shave, probably because he was hoping to hook up with a girl tonight. But for Dylan, Eric being smooth for this was so hot. Dylan then pulled the zipper down, smiling as he did so. Eric was helpless as his pants were pulled down and his boxers were exposed to the cool october air that came in through a cracked open window of the room. Dylan had this grin that if eric saw, would make him cringe but since he was facing the wall, he couldn’t. All he knew is he felt a hand on his cock. Not under his boxers though. He still had those on but Dylan was rubbing what he could through Eric’s undergarment.
Eric started to let out soft whines in protest to what his friend was doing, not being able to see anything or really know but he felt his belt be handed. Eric whined out as Dylan rubbed him, it felt good but he was confused and didn’t like the throbbing pain in his head. Eric bucked his hips forward instinctively when he felt a hand on his dick even if it was through his boxers.
“Aww..” Dylan’s smile grew when Eric wasn’t struggling and seemed like he actually enjoyed it. Maybe the drug did its trick and Eric would enjoy it. Dylan knew this was a type of rape since Eric was drugged but he didn’t care. He kept running his fingers gently over the bulging fabric. “Am I allowed to do this?” dylan whispered in Eric’s ear, wanting to test to see how drugged he really was. Even if Eric said no, Dylan would still do whatever the hell he was doing.
Eric slightly raised an eyebrow when Dylan said “aww” he didn’t know why his friend was saying that but what ever. Eric let out a few more whines against the cold wall, before hearing Dylan’s words. He didn’t really care, nor really make out what Dylan was asking to d