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after the bell rang at budogaoka high school, students trickled out of the building, ready for a relaxing rest of their afternoon.
josuke hurried out, bidding his friends a ‘see you tomorrow’ and rushed off.
some important business involving his family came up, and like hell he would show up late for something like that.
so, instead of taking his usual route home, he cut through the dirty alleyways tough delinquents hang out in, to save some time.

Josuke wasn’t quite a delinquent, in the way that others his age were. he was kind, polished, and pretty mild unless his hair was insulted. others smoked, drank, picked fights and sought out ways of breaking the law.
not to mention they were all assholes.

he didn’t want to linger here any more than necessary in case he ran into some bad classmates.

the smell of weed permeated his nostrils, dousing the underlying tones of alcohol and cigarettes with its foul stench.

he rounded a corner quickly and strolled down the glass littered alleyway, failing to notice the three figures standing in the shadows behind him.

“oi, higashikata.”

Josuke froze.
shit, of course someone found him.

he turned his head around, looking at the three guys standing beside one another, like a little clique of theirs.
the one in the middle with a red beanie was the one who called him. the scrawny guy on his right smoking a cigarette and the buff one on his left staying quiet.

the beanie one narrowed his eyes at him.
“i though pretty boys like you didn’t hang round here, huh?” he jeered.

josuke grit his teeth. if these guys were gonna mock his pristine appearance more, he might lose control.
“you guys are my seniors, don’t you have work to do?” he asked.

the smoking one chuckled and held the blunt between his fingers.
“we don’t give a shit about school. it’s useless in the real world, anyway.”

despite how much josuke wanted to argue with that, even though he himself did not enjoy school, he opted not to. picking fights where there didn’t need to be was stupid.

he raised his hands up in the air, schoolbag still in his hand.
“look, i don’t want any trouble, okay?”

he hoped with this display of surrender he could get these seniors off his back. he really had better places to be right now.

the beanie donning dude swung around the old baseball bat he carried idly, wearing an uncomfortably knowing expression that made the teen sweat.

“oh, but you see, Josuke, that’s exactly why we’re here.” he said, a nasty grin pulling apart his lips to show his crooked teeth.

dread filled his stomach like a 10 pound weight, and he backed away from the group.
he took about three steps and his back made contact with something solid.
it couldn’t be a wall, he wasn’t facing any.
he whipped his head around too see a six foot something buffed guy with cold, dark eyes.
in seconds he was swept up off the ground, held back from escaping by the intimidating man’s strong arms.
he felt so small in that moment, like a child being picked up by the shoulders for a scolding.

josuke kicked and struggled.
“let go of me, you dick!” he shouted.
the man held him tighter, and seemed almost immune to his force.

his mind seeing that he’d quickly run out of options, there was one last trump card.
crazy diamond.

he didn’t like to sic his stand on unknowing people too much unless they really deserved it, but right now, with his arms pinned and feet off the ground, the fear of what’s to come took over.

he inhaled, and shouted out. “CRAZY DIA-“

in the blink of an eye, the scrawny smoking guy yanked down the collar of his coat, and a sharp poke broke his skin.
josuke yelped and looked down at the offender.
there was a syringe stuck in his neck, filled with an unknown liquid.

he panicked.

shit shit shit shit!

the guy retracted the syringe, now empty, and shoved it in his pocket. the little prick left behind began to pulse, and little red blood dots formed at the surface of his skin.

the scrawny emo looking guy noticed his terrified expression and chuckled. he blew a puff of smoke in his face, eliciting a coughing fit.

“we drugged you, just so you can’t get away from us, hn.” he said.

josuke’s mind reeled.
he was supposed to be on his merry way home, not drugged in an alleyway by his creepy ass classmates!
he gulped and felt a wave of growing numbness in his nerves.

“what… what are you gonna do…?”

the guy in the beanie stepped close to him and trailed his finger down his body, from his jaw to his pecs in slow, savoury motions. a prickly shiver ran down his spine, and the finger wedged its way between the two mounds on his chest.

“we’re gonna have some fun.” he said darkly, licking his lips.

Josuke’s eyes widened in fear, the look in their eyes he just realized being dark and hungry.

he’s a spider in their web.

—-

he’d been gagged with a dirty rag, it’s origins unknown and gross with a musty smell. the man holding him in his grip tore away his clothes at the give of an order by their leader, who seemed to be the red beanie teen.
josuke’s chest and tummy were exposed for the four of them to ogle at.
it wasn’t long before they stole his pants too, leaving him naked and vulnerable, mind hazy in a drug induced fog and body numb.

the red beanie teen whistled and raked his eyes over josuke’s form.

“if it weren’t for that dick between your legs i’d think you were a girl!” he laughed, and for emphasis reached out a hand and squeezed his left breast.

josuke whimpered. he’d never had hands on his chest like this before, excluding the nights he relieved himself. his chest was so sensitive and always made him hot and bothered quicker than anything.
so, when his heartbeat picked up and his arousal grew, horror dawned on him.

he was enjoying this, to some degree.
and the seniors did not miss it.

the emo looking teen kneeled down beside his leader.
“damn, Makoto, he really likes you playing with his tits.” he mused. “lemme get in on some of that.”

he harshly grabbed josuke’s other pectoral, squishing it and moving the soft flesh around in a fascinated trance.
josuke kept whining into the gag, subject to their touches and helplessly aroused.

the guy in the red beanie, Makoto, turned his head back to the tall and muscular member of their group.

“oi, go keep watch. we don’t want anyone gettin’ in the way, you hear?” he barked.

josuke lurched forward and tried wrenching his arms out of his captor’s grip, but failed and ended up with the hold growing tighter than before.
he glared up at the two before him as they groped his chest.
whenever things got dicey, josuke could fall back on his intimidation strategies. he a fierce eyes, he knew that very well, and they often got his enemies sweating bullets or running for the hills.
but now, his assaulters didn’t even seem fazed in the least, like his glares just kept hitting a brick wall.

Makoto countered his scowl with a devilish smile, one of someone who’s finally getting what they want.
just how long were they planning this…?

Makoto slapped the hand of the scrawny guy out of the way.

“shino, spread ‘em.” he said.

the scrawny guy, who was called Shino, obeyed. his hands gripped josuke’s thick thighs, fingers sinking into the softness-hidden muscle, and yanked his legs apart, lifting them in the air to present his vulnerable spots for all to see.

josuke shut his eyes. thank god the thick gag covered up some of his blushing face. the embarrassment, shame and guilty arousal had him flushed and sweaty, creamy skin glistening.

Shino took one last puff of his cigarette and twirled the joint in his hands. he brought the smouldering butt down against josuke’s thigh and put it out. the vulnerable teen screamed at the searing pain gracing such a sensitive spot. the burning cigarette’s smoke sputtered out and was pulled away, leaving a puffy, red blistering wound behind.

“artwork like this has to be signed.” he said afterwards, flicking the butt to the littered ground.

tears spilled from josuke’s blue eyes and soaked his face. that damn cigarette hurt like hell. an accidental glance at the fresh burn freaked him out, and he sobbed. his cries, however, were just muffled away by the gag between his teeth.

“alright, jojo, now we get to the fun part.” Makoto sneered.

the man holding him back hoisted him up onto his lap, and Makoto ran a finger along the rim off his hole in a teasing fashion. josuke watched in horror as the two seniors unbuckled their belts and slid down their pants. they pulled out their cocks, hard and bigger than average size, and his eyes widened.

Shino chuckled.
“what, you’ve never seen a dick before? i find that hard to believe… since you dress like such a slut.”
at the last word, he aligned the tip of his cock and pushed it in.

josuke grimaced at the foreign thickness forcibly spreading his walls. the rest of the cock rammed its way in through brute force, dry and sharp. the burning pain was unlike josuke had ever experienced in his life.
his ass felt full and stung worse than a wasps bite.

Shino groaned and braced himself on his legs.
“oh shit, he’s so fucking tight!”

“guess he really is a virgin, then.” Makoto said, then smiled. “awww, we get to be his first time!”

the gang laughed, and Josuke sobbed. the gag was starting to get damp from his tears and spit.

just as he thought it couldn’t get worse, the guy started moving.
he slid his dick out, then immediately thrusted it all the way in again.
A silent scream had josuke’s mouth gaping and arching his back. it was torturous, it hurt, it hurt so bad.

Shino grunted and began setting the pace, fast, brutal, and sharp. he had the teen’s legs in a death grip, one that would surely leave marks later. he slammed himself inside his stinging hole mercilessly.

He heard Makoto moan. “dude, i can see his cute hole sucking you in. he’s so greedy for cock!”

“then how about we give him one more?” Shino groaned, stilling his thrusts.

josuke’s eyes shot open, misty and bleary but desperate.
anything but that, anything.

“great thinking, Shino!”

Makoto had been stroking himself while watching the action, but now he shuffled closer beside his buddy and lined up his cock to the teen’s asshole.
josuke sobbed and whimpered into his gag, but the cries fell on deaf ears.
Makoto pushed the head of his length in, stretching the hole as far as it could possibly go.
he grabbed onto josuke’s left leg for leverage and forced his way in, balls slapping against his ass.

he moaned deeply.
“he’s so hot inside, dude… what a slut.”

the two began moving, dicks thrusting in and out of josuke’s hole one after the other.
the pain he’d suffered through earlier only doubled, and in his drug-hazy mind, reality and unconsciousness seemed to blend together until he wasn’t sure what was real or not anymore.
the pain was the only thing grounding him.
that, and the sudden spark of pleasure that rocketed through his nerves when the cocks inside of him pressed against something amazing.

however shocking it was, the burning and tearing of his insides drowned out anything even remotely enjoyable about this experience.
something warm and wet started flooding his ass, and he didn’t know what it was until his rapists muttered something.

“shit, he’s bleeding. should we stop?” Shino said.

Makoto scoffed.
“don’t be a pussy, we’ve already gotten this far.”

tears never stopped flowing down josuke’s flushed and sweaty face. bright red blood spurted from his hole and doused the ground and the senior’s dicks.
a deep voice rang out from behind them.

“is there room for another?” the muscular delinquent said.

before josuke even knew it, a third cock was tearing his ass and shoved inside him.
now three of the teens were inside him and destroying his guts.

in all the fights he’d been in, all the stand users he’s faced, no one had ever treated josuke like this. his dignity lay in shambles, soaked in tears and blood.
nothing in his life had ever hurt this bad. he could feel every thrust ripping him up, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

if this was hell, josuke wasn’t sure what he did to deserve this.
the only thoughts that ran through his foggy brain were;

‘i’m going to die, i’m going to die.’

the person holding him in his lap finally caved and grabbed his chest, groping and squishing and pinching his pink nipples.
all of a sudden, a thicker, hot substance filled josuke’s gut. in his despair, he realized what it was.

the three seniors let out relieved, blissful groans, and their sticky seed pumped the boy beneath them silly, and like a water balloon, he swelled.

Makoto was the first to pull out, and his goons followed shortly after.
the overbearing fullness suddenly shifting to aching emptiness made bile rise in josuke’s throat.
the seniors wiped off the blood and semen from their lengths and tucked them back in their pants, sweaty and flushed.

“alright, let him go.” Makoto said.

the guy playing with the young joestar’s chest dropped him on the ground and stood to join the gang.
josuke lay there on the ground, bleeding out with cum leaking from his ass.
his belly was bloated, and he still couldn’t move. did they even know how long the drugs would last…?

“wow, that’s a hell of a view. anyone got a camera?”

all josuke heard before he blacked out was a clicking and the shuffling of feet.

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it’d been four hours, and josuke hadn’t come home.

the seeds of worry had planted themselves in tomoko’s heart, but now they began to bloom into flowers of dread.

if he was out somewhere, he would’ve given her a call, or a note. it’s the middle of the week anyway, so the chances of him hanging around late with friends is slim.
on top of that, neither his bag nor day shoes were anywhere to be seen.

The panicky mother dialled a number on the phone and swallowed thickly as she waited to be put through.

“morioh grand hotel, with whom do you wish to speak?”

tomoko fiddled with the phone cord.
“hi, i’d like to speak to mr kujo?”

“wait one second, please.”

there was a beep, and then a deep voice echoing from the device.

“Jotaro kujo speaking.”

“Mr Kujo! is josuke with you?” she asked.

the man seemed taken aback by the question.
“no, he isn’t. shouldn’t he be home right now?”

Tomoko swallowed again.

“no, he hasn’t come home from school yet, if he left for somewhere he would let me know!” she spilled.

on the other end of the line, Jotaro stood stock still, large hand gripping the telephone.

“Ms Higashikata… why did you call me first?”

Tomoko sighed.
“josuke… he trusts you a lot. if something happened i know you would be one of the first people he’d go to.”

jotaro was silent for a moment.

“i’ll be right over. call his friends, get them to start a search right away.” he said.

“but won’t the police find him faster?”

jotaro pulled his hat down over his eyes.
“that’s a good point… get them alerted.”

with that, he hung up.

falling back on an old habit, he lit a cigarette. the nicotine helps him calm down and concentrate when he needs it.
a fear set itself in the back of his mind.
what if the police weren’t equipped to handle something like a stand user? calling on their allies with those powers would ensure the chances of finding josuke unharmed… or finding him at all.

jotaro locked his hotel room and charged down the hallway to the elevator.
he only ever worried this much when his loved ones were in jeopardy.

—

Josuke rose from the dark oblivion surrounded by sirens and flashing lights.
his eyes fluttered, blurry and unfocused. there were voices, figures, but they seemed so far away and he couldn’t understand them.
his mind was underwater, and looking through the surface from below.

his environment shifted, and suddenly he was in some sort of vehicle.
a woman’s face hovered over him, distraught, and she said something that, ultimately, josuke would forget.

“Oh, honey, you’re gonna be okay…”

nothing.

-

beep

beep

beep

beep

beep?

Josuke’s eyes cracked open and immediately shut again to shield the brightness.

where the hell am i?

he groaned, and lifted his arm to cover his eyes. a tugging sensation pulled at it.
confused, he opened his eyes and moved his arm again.

there was a cord attached to him.

an IV…? but that means i’m…

his eyes widened and he looked at his surroundings. white painted walls, medical equipment, windows, a heart monitor… was that the beeping?
and beside himself laying in a bed, there was a woman sitting on a metal chair, hunched over and resting on the bed.

josuke tugged his arm again, this time frantically.

what happened to me? why am i in a hospital..?!

josuke sat up, panicked like someone just poured a bucket of ice over his head.
he thrashed and tore off the covers, heart monitor beeping faster.

he had to get answers, he had to see someone, anyone. his breaths were shallow and short, he tried to get out of the room but was stopped by the iv.
josuke began yelling and waving his arm, trying to get the thing off.

his mind was hazy, and he didn’t understand where he really was or why. no one was here except a woman resting on a chair.
speaking of, she stirred and looked up.

immediately she kicked away the chair and rushed over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

josuke glanced at her face with wide eyes.

“mom..?”

tomoko held his face, and the door opened suddenly.
he whipped his head around to see, but his mother held him in place.

“shh, josuke, it’s alright, you have to calm down.” she said.

that only fuelled josuke’s panic.
who was in the room? why did everything seem so far away?

he started feeling woozy, and the voices around him blended together into a quiet hum. he was guided back to the cot and held by his mom, and once again he was swallowed up by darkness. except this time, it was comforting.

-

okuyasu and koichi opened the door to room 145, the shorter holding a bunch of yellow flowers.

“don’t disturb him, he already had a hard time when he first woke up.” a nurse said.

“ok, thanks.”

the two stood awkwardly in the quiet room. koichi pulled out a chair and sat down beside the bed, staring at his friend’s unconscious face.

“he looks so peaceful…” koichi said. “the doctors told us that he’d be asleep for just a bit longer, i guess that anesthesia is quite powerful.”

okuyasu stood beside the bed and watched the heart monitor blip it’s signal every second.

“koichi… is he gonna be okay?” the teen asked quietly.

koichi’s eyes turned downcast.
“he will, i know it. josuke is stronger than this.”

okuyasu balled his fists.
“that’s what i thought when ma passed away.” he said bitterly.

silence befell the two, the only sounds being the beep of the monitor and the beating of their own hearts.
suddenly, josuke shifted on the hospital cot. both pairs of eyes instantly locked onto him as he opened his eyes.

koichi gasped.
“josuke!”

the boy looked around the room and rested his gaze on his closest friends.
he smiled and reached his hand out, which okuyasu grabbed tightly with both hands.

“how are you feeling, josuke?” asked koichi.

the black haired teen blinked slowly. he didn’t seem to be fully awake, maybe due to the anesthesia or just drowsiness, but he took a bit to digest his words.

“‘feel weird… it hurts.”

koichi’s smile faded away. the painkillers must not be suppressing everything…

“the doctors said you’ll be fine. they did a surgery yesterday, so you must still be feeling woozy from all the medications in your system.” koichi explained patiently.

josuke frowned.
“..what? surgery on where…?”

koichi decided to withhold some information from his friend, he didn’t want to rush his drug hazy mind to relive the suffering he’d endured.

“in your… lower regions.”

josuke tried to sit up, but okuyasu stopped him. he wore a confused expression at the halt.

“you aren’t allowed to walk yet.” okuyasu told him.

josuke relaxed back into the pillow.

“where’s mom?”

okuyasu thought for a second. right, he was supposed to tell ms tomoko when josuke woke up!
he slapped his face and bolted out of the room to fetch the older woman.

three minutes later, tomoko came barreling in sporting a fresh misting of tears to hug her son.
she wrapped him up in her arms tightly and kissed his head.

“my baby boy… the last day has been hell without you!” she cried.

josuke rested his head on her collarbone, returning the warm embrace with peaceful closed eyes. tomoko pet his hair soothingly in fluid motions.

“mom… i don’t remember much…” he said, voice muffled by her red jacket.
tomoko held him tighter, careful of his IV and bandages, and kissed his forehead.

“that’s alright, sweetie. all that matters right now is rest. rest and love.” she said.

-

josuke eventually passed out once again, and his visitors stood outside conversing.

“have the police found out who did it?” tomoko asked the doctor.

the doc scratched his chin.
“it’s been narrowed down to a group of teens, but there’s not enough evidence to convict yet. i’m sure once your son is sound of mind and can recall the events he’ll be able to tell us.” he said.

tomoko nodded solemnly.
“i see…”

the doctor noticed her distress and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“there will be justice for your son, miss higashikata, that i’m sure of. in the meantime, he can recover with the support and love of his friends and family.” he said confidently.

tomoko sniffled and smiled at him.

“you’re right, doc… he has many people to look out for him. i have faith he’ll get through this.”