The boy swallowed thickly as he turned his head away, he didn't want to see what kind of joy being a virgin gave him. "N-No..." Jackson stammered. "I've never... had sex," He wanted to say he wasn't gay so of course he's a virgin in the ass, but really what was the point of lying anymore. He struggled as best as he could when the pants started coming off but it was hard to breathe now that the other was on his chest, weighing it down.  When they were off all he had left were the boxers.<br/><br/>"Your fucking friend only got me because I had no scars, you think I'd lie about it?" He remembered the car ride where the man wouldn't shut up about him and his scarless body, he hated it. If he had a single scar with would be so different, but of course, he was fucking perfect and nobody wanted to mess him up so he remained flawless. "I hate it, I'd much rather have a scar on my face than be like this," He said, covering his pathetic looking face with his tied together hands. He was telling his rapist one of his secrets, one that'd get him so much hate from all the scarred up people on this fucked up earth.<br/><br/>"Will your friend see me, when you have drinks?" His voice much meeker now as he was slowly accepting the reality of it. Would guests see him, would he be allowed to wear clothes? "W-Will... you be the only one who--" God he couldn't say it, his lips were trembling. Would he be used by anyone else, would any guest be able to just bend him over and use him as they pleased. It made him want to vomit. He shook his head at the thought.