Holy Shit! This is sort of scary - tell him to stop hurting Tristan.

From Create Your Own Story

"Hey!" You yell out, trying to summon up your courage. "Stop it! You're hurting him!"

Len whips his head toward you, his face is red and his nostrils flare.

"What did you say, bitch?!"

"I said... um, s-stop it..."

The big man grabs Tristan by the hair and roughly pulls the boy's head up.

"Do you want me to stop, cunt?"

"No!" Tristan gasps.

"Say that again, boy. Do you want this big cock to stop raping your faggot pussy?"

"NO!" Tristan screams forcefully, seeming to be in genuine fear of losing the cock that is plugging his overstretched rectum.

"I didn't think so." He drops the boy's head and it falls back into the couch cushions.

"Actually, I'm getting pretty sick of your shit, birthday boy. I think you're all fucking talk. So get the fuck out of here. I got a hot little pussyboy here that does whatever I want and, frankly, he's hotter than you, kid."

"B-but..."

"OUT."

As you walk to the front door, you hear Len bend down to whisper in Tristan's ear.

"You like that, baby? You want Daddy to use you as his personal cumdump all night? Just you and him?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Your friend moans.

As you close the door and walk down the front path, you can hear Tristan begin to scream in ecstasy.

Some birthday. It's going to be a long bus ride home.

(The End)