Eight-year-old Dylan curled up in his bed, the words of his brother's best friend still playing over and over in his head.

Robert, the best friend of Dylan's twelve-year-old brother Marty, had come over that afternoon to play video games. Dylan had been in the kitchen eating a snack. In the middle of their game, he overheard Robert say something strange.

"Dude," said Robert. "Your brother has a hot ass."

"What?!" said Marty.

"Seriously, have you seen that thing? His cheeks are bigger than my face."

"Sh-shut up, you fag."

"Don't tell me you never noticed. I bet you jerk off thinking about him at night."

"Shut up, Rob."

"That's not a no."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck your brother instead."

Dylan pulled his covers tightly around his young body. It made him feel a little bit safer. He wasn't sure why, but he felt nervous after overhearing that conversation between Robert and Marty. Dylan didn't know what words like ass, jerk off, or fuck meant but apparently his big brother did. That evening, Marty kept looking at him with an expression that Dylan had never seen before. After dinner, Marty shut himself in his room and Dylan didn't see him for the rest of the night. Dylan couldn't sleep.

Dylan lie awake for hours. He heard the door creak open. He pretended to be asleep but opened his eye just enough to see that it was Marty. Marty came into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Dylan heard Marty step quietly toward the bed. There was a soft "thump" from Marty's pajama pants hitting the floor.

Then Marty lifted Dylan's comforter. For a moment, Marty was perfectly still, just staring at Dylan's ass, perfectly formed underneath his pajama pants.

The bedsprings creaked as Marty joined his little brother under the covers. Marty put his hand on Dylan's buttcheek. At first his hand just lay there but then the fingers began to move, massaging the soft sphere of flesh. It was joined by his second hand, and soon Marty was molesting his eight-year-old brother's bottom freely.

The fondling went on for several minutes before Dylan felt his brother's hands withdraw. For another minute, there was no contact between the brothers. Dylan heard his brother take several deep breaths, as if he were gathering his courage.

The hands returned to Dylan's buttocks, gripping them and pulling them apart. He felt a rod of flesh prod at his exposed anus and he realized that it must be his brother's pee-pee. Marty hesitated for a moment but then began to push.

Pain shot through Dylan's posterior but, somehow, his natural submissiveness came through. He tried to scream but he failed to make sounds and, except for the creaking bedsprings, his bedroom stayed silent. As Marty's dick got as far in as it could go, Dylan's pain was joined by a strange, pleasurable new feeling that coursed throughout his balls and made his dick harden. Tears of embarrassment filled Dylan's eyes for feeling pleasure from such a degrading, disgusting act.

The silence was broken when Marty let out a soft but deep grunt as a warm, thick liquid filled Dylan's ass. Dylan let out a little whine of his own as he had his first dry orgasm, courtesy of his older brother. Dylan felt his asshole involuntarily squeeze Marty's cock several times, milking its last drops of cream. As his orgasm subsided, Dylan's dick softened and he wet the bed.

Marty pulled his cock from his brother's anus quickly and painfully but Dylan suppressed any cries of pain, instinctively knowing that it was his duty to conceal his brother's disgusting acts. Marty quickly climbed out of the bed, put his pants back on, and left the bedroom as quickly and quietly as he'd arrived.

Dylan lay there in the dark, silently crying from pain and humiliation. Someday he would learn that there was a word for what his brother had done to him, a four-letter word that began with R. But this was his role in life, whether he liked it or not. He was meant to be a victim of these acts and there was no escape.

It was Dylan's first rape. It would not be his last.