Saving The Boys – 1

Boys will be boys, but we can’t punish them for it. Is Kabir a sweet polite teenager or a dirty serial rapist?

I know it’s been a while guys, but I was busy having a fairy tale romance with Farooq – the tall Kashmiri doctor who works with my brother in law Rohan. Clubs, vacations, spa holidays, “clinic work”, we’ve been doing it all. We’ve just been so happy!

We ran into my cousin Kabir at a Diwali party recently, who told us that he was in a bit of a pickle. Now Kabir was an absolute charmer – the quintessential flamboyant homosexual cousin of every family. Physically, he resembled a twink soon to be launched by MEN dot com – 5’9, bouncy curls, skinny and white. Girls absolutely loved him and were fiercely protective of their gay BFF, so straight boys also had to pretend to find him “cute” and not “predatory”. Regardless of his sexual orientation, I loved my cousin unconditionally. And I had to help him get out of whatever trouble he was in.

But peculiarly enough, he said it was a rape allegation made against him. By a woman.
That didn’t add up.
He was gay, like clearly gay. Why would he rape one of his closest girl friends?

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TWO MONTHS AGO

Kabir and his straight girl bff Saira just returned to their room after smoking a joint. They were giggling and falling over each other, but this was hardly the most these two had touched. Gays and women have a special connection, and these two had been inseparable besties since kindergarten. They’d seen each other naked and ridiculed each other when their body hair was left unwaxed. Saira trusted Kabir more than she trusted her own real brother.

As they began to settle into the bed, they heard pacing in their corridor. It had to be Jai, Saira’s first boyfriend. Jai was a muscular god, an embodiment of masculinity – his only drawback was that he came from a middle class family . Kabir was jealous and wanted to seduce Jai, but Jai was a classic one-girl guy. Not to say that Jai was the best boyfriend, because he used to beat her when he got angry. She never told anyone, not even Kabir. So it came as a shock when Jai began mercilessly thrashing poor Saira into a pulp as soon as he stepped in.

“I told you to meet me outside! I told you,” screamed Jai, in between slaps. He was upset that Saira didn’t come to receive him at his car. “I feel like a fucking unwanted guest at your mansion when I come in alone,” he reasoned. It made sense. Poor himbo didn’t dress well enough for our upper class houses. A random passerby would probably assume that he was the maid’s or gardener’s son. Unless, of course, the rich princess of the castle walked hand in hand with him.

Saira didn’t how to react. On one hand she wanted Jai to stop hitting her because it hurt her. On the other hand, she wanted him to stop because her gay bestie didn’t know she was silently suffering abuse. Kabir would’ve been ashamed of her for staying in an abusive relationship. She did not want Kabir to think this was normal. So she reacted as if this was happening for the first time.

“Stop Jai! Please,” she wailed as she tried to dodge him further, “please what just happened? Why are you so angry?”

Then with puppy dog eyes, she looked to Kabir, hoping he’d try to get in between the two of them. He turned around and spoke directly to the animalistic beast.

“Jai,” he trailed off, in his classic seductive voice, “is this the first time you’re hitting her?”

Jai looked back at Kabir with the most bewildered eyes. Instead of physically stopping him, this faggot was basically engaging in casual locker room talk.

Kabir cleared his throat and repeated the question. “No,” was the rather blunt reply. Then Jai thought, why not just give the fag the details he so desperately wanted.

“Haven’t you seen her with bruises before?”

“I have not. She does her make up well.”

“Well, she doesn’t do everything well.” Slap.

Slap, slap, slap.

Saira couldn’t stop crying. Surely a woman can handle being abused by one man in her life in private, but for this to be known publicly, by her closest friends? Her life was close to over. And she couldn’t understand why Kabir wasn’t doing anything to help. Why was he chatting with Jai like nothing just happened?

“Don’t worry about me. I won’t tell anyone,” reassured Kabir. Saira breathed a sigh of relief – at least none of this would get out – but she wasn’t too happy with what Kabir said next. “In fact, I think I may stick around to help you out a bit.”

She screamed out, “The fuck, Kabir, don’t help him, HELP ME!”

Kabir just stared back at this distraught mess – a beautiful pale girl with Middle Eastern features, weeping unconsolably with her hair pulled out from different directions – and laughed boisterously after a minute of silence. He then walked behind Jai, whose shirt had gotten sweaty from all the action, and whispered in his ear, “What’s next for her punishment?”

Saira was shocked, betrayed, utterly helpless – but she did not have much time to reflect on it as suddenly Jai was trying to thrust his dick inside her mouth. She realized that Jai had moved up on her and had whipped his semi out. Kabir was helping him get his sweaty shirt off.

“Aren’t you a REAL man!” cooed Kabir, drooling over Jai’s body. Unable to resist himself, he went in and kissed Jai on the lips. The straight boy was too grateful to the femboy for the convenient circumstances to push him away. Meanwhile, he kept making Saira choke with his thick 8 inch dick. “Yeah, gag on it, you fucking cunt!” She was barely able to make sense in her response, what with a cock in her mouth and throat. “Kabih– Ka – gluck gluck gluck – Kabbiih pweas hetp bee–”

Kabir got hold of Jai’s dick at its base and pulled it out of her mouth for a second. “I’m not helping you. I want Jai. He wants this. Simple.” He pried open her mouth again with his fingers, and pushed Jai’s dick back in. Her nose was buried again in his pubes, and she couldn’t react beyond her muffled cries.

Violent though he was, Jai couldn’t help but notice how nice Kabir was being. Without thinking for a second, he said, “Kabir, bro, take off your clothes. And c’mere.”

Kabir did not need another invitation; he stripped and climbed over to continue making out with Jai, who by now had started rubbing Saira’s pussy over her clothes. Kabir threw his leg over her and continued kissing Jai with his knee pressing down into her throat. Jai bent down a little to kiss Kabir’s neck, and surprised him with a flurry of kisses all over his chest. Then rather abruptly, he took his dick out of her mouth.

“It’s your turn bro. Use her mouth well,” said Jai, as he furiously tried to pull off Saira’s pants.

The recently bashed, freshly face-fucked Saira had the nerve to interject by saying, “Kabir’s gay, he’d neve–”

She was interrupted by Kabir’s hard dick, getting shoved directly at her lips. She’d never seen it before when it was hard. He was much bigger than she had assumed, around 7 inches at least. Apparently he’s a grower. And now he’s demanding entry.

“Just slap her on the face. It works best with her,” advised Jai. Kabir tried it and it was successful. He continued raping his best friend’s face, as her boyfriend went to town on her pussy.

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Until two weeks ago, both Kabir and Jai had forgotten about the incident, since Saira never tried to contact either of them after they left. They both had their lives to live. Saira, on the other hand, wanted justice. She urged and pleaded her daddy to fight this case, no matter how shameful. Two weeks ago, the police arrived at Kabir’s door with an arrest warrant. They informed him that Jai had already been arrested and confessed instantly. Made sense, since Jai didn’t have a rich daddy to save his ass.

When Kabir’s father found out which girl was accusing his son of rape, he lost his temper. Saira was Kabir’s closest friend. He paid the police off to avoid the arrest, but the matter was to go to court soon. Kabir’s family was presently looking for a good lawyer to fight this case.

I found this entire matter so upsetting – ruining a teenage boy’s life just because he partook in a little boy fun? I assured him that I will help him out of this mess.

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We sat in court as Saira recalled her story in front of the judge, weeping whenever her lawyer cued her in. Jai and Kabir sat together in the defendant table.

The audience gasped at one of Saira’s revelations. The judge had heard enough. “Order in the court!” She banged her gavel. “Anyway, would the defense like to bring forth their witness?”

My lawyer asked Jai to approach the witness stand. “What happened that night, Jai?”

“I was angry at my girlfriend. I admit that I lost my temper and attacked Saira.”

“But Saira alleges that Kabir also participated along with you.”

“That’s ridiculous sir, everyone knows he is gay.”

The audience gasped again. “Gay? Saira says he helped you.”

“Sir, honorable Judge, Kabir was sitting in a corner quietly. It was all me.”

Saira was absolutely shocked. She tried to call out their lies by screaming at them, much to the Judge’s annoyance.

“One more outburst like that and I’ll dismiss your case, madam! Understood?”

Saira quieted down. Kabir went to testify. “Yes, your Honor, I was too scared to react. Saira is my best friend, why would I want to harm her? I was in too much shock.” Kabir also cried on cue. The judge was starting to believe him.

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It had been a month since the courts acquitted Kabir and found Jai guilty on all charges. It was peak wedding season, and everyone in Delhi was trying to look their best. Coincidentally, Kabir, Saira, and I ended up at the same wedding.

At first Kabir and Saira kept avoiding eye contact, not knowing how to talk to one another. I spotted Kabir and enquired about why he was behaving weirdly.

I knew I had to end this once and for all. I asked one of my servants, Kalu, to come and assist. I walked up to Saira, who was standing in a corner, and made small talk as one would. The poor girl had become a social pariah after accusing her gay bff of raping her and being proven wrong in court! Everyone sympathized with her and thought she hallucinated the rest of the story because of trauma. As I engaged her in conversation and gave her the attention she desperately craved, Kalu grabbed from behind, essentially kidnapping her, and took her to a sound proof room in the banquet hall.

Kabir was waiting there. With her screams muffled by a cloth stuffed inside her mouth, Saira’s heavy Indian attire was stripped off by Kalu. I watched and nodded approvingly as Kabir raped Saira for the second time, getting over his fear of this girl. Later of course he switched to Kalu and squealed in joy as he got pounded by his 10.5 inch black dick.

After this all got over, a fatigued Saira tried to get up and leave. She had no strength left anymore to fight back. She looked at me, hoping I’d explain my involvement. It was simple. “I had to save my boy.”

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