TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence). Read at your own discretion.
The corners of his mouth curved upward, forming a wicked smile, full of contempt and arousal. He stared at my erection in my shorts for a moment.
"Oh my, Mike, I didn't know you were so naughty. Do you like being dominated?" he chuckled. "Do you want me to come inside you?"
Hearing those words, I dropped my hands to the bed. I knew that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I struggled, he wouldn't listen to me and would do it. I gave in.
"You want this, don't you?" He laughed again. "I have to punish you somehow."
A tear rolled down my face in a thin stream. He lifted a finger and wiped the tear away, sneering at me.
"No. You don't have to," I whimpered.
His eyes, from being so large and full of lust, became smaller and soulless.
His grip on my throat still wasn't loose.
His hand moved to my crotch and touched my penis.
"It's really hard," he said. "Tell me, do you think about me when you masturbate?"
I turned my head away from his face.
James slowly began to push my shorts down, creating more discomfort on my body.
His fingertips entered my underwear, and after a moment, his whole hand entered and touched my penis.
My hands lost their ability to defend themselves; I froze.
His smile grew wider and more sinister. A second later, he had removed my underwear, and I was lying half-naked on the bed.
"Do you want me to lick you?" With that, he removed his hand from my neck.
"No..."
He began to move his hand up and down my shaft. I moaned.
"Faster?" James licked his lips, then moved faster and faster, making me moan again.
"Leave me alone..." I hissed.
He continued, and that only turned him on more. "James..." I gasped. The room was getting hotter, and sweat was dripping down my forehead, so everything I was doing to me was letting him know I was "enjoying it."
Although I wasn't aroused.
"I'm not letting you come now."
James took off his sweatshirt and T-shirt, revealing his body.
"Do you like it?" He bit his lip, removing his hand from the sensitive spot. James lifted my shirt, moved closer to my stomach, and licked it, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Oh, fuck," James straightened, completely removing his pants. He pulled his penis out of his underwear.
"Wait... no, I'll give you a blowjob," I tried to defend myself. I knew his penis was the biggest and most painful. Mary always said she preferred giving him a blowjob to having sex because it hurt and he was unpredictable.
"I don't feel like it, now spread your legs," boy said, furious at my suggestion.
"Where's the condom?" I asked, swallowing, feeling it disappear from my mouth.
"We'll try without it," he spat on his hand and rubbed it against his cock. "We'll have some fun."
"No… please wait…"
With a hard knee, he spread my legs, leaving me sprawled in all directions. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer. My heart was pounding faster and faster, but I still didn't have the strength to lift my hand.
James He rubbed his penis against my butt and slammed the head of his cock into my butt.
I gritted my teeth and hoped he'd finish quickly.I groaned in pain. I gasped, barely able to breathe on my own.
He moved his hips very slowly, slowly pushing deeper and deeper and wanted it to hurt; he feeds on pain. I covered my mouth with my hands.
"Damn, you were completely different with Malachai," he said. "Back then, you were acting like a common whore, or do you prefer him to me?" His hand rested on my chest, and with an aggressive movement, boy thrust deeper into me.
" How do you know…"
"I know everything," he slapped me squarely in the face, trying to keep a straight face and pushed deeper.
"Ah…" I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.
"I knew you'd like this, tell me you really wanted it."
I didn't respond.
"Say fuck," he tugged on my hair.
"I…I wanted you." He still didn't let go. "I wanted you inside me, I want you to come inside me, fuck," he let go.
James's body moved back and forth. I felt him inside me more and more, as if his cock were penetrating my stomach.
"I didn't know you were so tight. We should hang out more often," James said, panting.
He quickly swung my legs and placed them on his back to make him more comfortable. He leaned forward slightly, looking straight into my eyes. His balls were slapping against my butt, and I could hear every inch of them slapping. This repeated every second. Muffled moans escaped my throat, which excited James.
"Wait… please, it hurts," I stammered. "Let's take a break." My eyes turned to water. It wasn't like before; now tears were pouring from my eyes like the rain that had been falling for days.
"Do you want to go even deeper? Done."
James's back and chest became incredibly wet. I thought I was going to throw up from the sheer pain and heat that surrounded me.
Another hard thrust, I felt it even more intensely than the previous ones.
"Ah!" I cried out softly.
The bed began to creak loudly, surprising me that Mom hadn't barged into the room. A moment later, it began to bang against the walls with the same force as when Ryan had smashed the glass bottle over my head.
"I feel… I feel sick." James either ignored me or didn't hear me, because my words were slurred. "James…" He closed his mouth.
"I like it when you say my name, but you say it too often. Don't say anything, fuck."
I took a deep breath. My shoulders tingled, but it didn't freeze me at all. I inhaled sharply through my nose, feeling like I was about to come. I could still see the heartlessness in his eyes, a feeling I didn't remember him always feeling, but now I wasn't sure. As a wave of cum pooled in the head of my cock, I knew what was coming, and I couldn't stop it. I shot my seed onto James's stomach. He looked at what had erupted from me, scooped some of the cum from his stomach with his finger, and put it in my mouth.
"Delicious, isn't it?" He moved his head closer to me. I held the semen in my mouth, intending to spit it out immediately, but when James's lips suddenly met mine, I wasn't prepared. He kissed me with his tongue, trying to get the semen into his mouth.
He looked like he was enjoying it.
He grabbed my jaw to keep me from escaping his mouth. I couldn't pull away for another minute, until he finally let go.
My butt was getting worse and worse. It felt like it was about to burst.
James was thrusting in and out. Why hadn't he come yet? He should have done it a long time ago; a human couldn't last that long.
"Better than Malachai?"
"What?" I didn't look at him. My gaze drifted to the dresser next to the bed, where there were fashion magazines and a single phone (my phone).
"I know you heard," he said, pulling his penis completely out of my body. I was asking what his next move would be, but I didn't notice him coming. "New position, now."