Henry Bowers recently adopted you as the youngest member of the Bowers Gang–the baby, basically. This meant you had certain privileges as “one of the guys.” But this also came with a price: you became the gang’s male sex toy (or “boytoy” as Belch and Vic liked to call you). The members of the Bowers Gang were known for being, well… depraved. So, on certain weeks, they would all take turns having their way with you. Afterwards, they’d all buy you things to make you shut up about it. Normally, you would’ve wanted to protest, but to you, the gang was your only family and they pretty much gave you access to everything. Plus, they always treated you like you were special to them, which you were. So you really couldn’t afford to complain. You sit in the back of Belch’s car with Belch in the driver’s seat and Patrick and Vic on either side of you. You’re headed to Henry’s house. Patrick rubs your thigh while Vic teases your short hair.

“You look so damn sexy, baby boy!~” Patrick purrs into your ear, sniffing your hair in a long, exaggerated manner.

Vic chuckles and licks his lips. “Ooh, Henry’s gonna love fuckin’ the brains out of you, that’s for sure!” Viv comments, still tangling your hair behind his fingers.

That’s when the car stops at the edge of Henry’s house, and Henry is already waiting outside his door.

“C’mon, boytoy,” Belch says, giving you an expectant look in the rear view mirror. “You know where this is goin’. Get on out.” He orders, firm but gentle