monsters [11/?]
anonymous
May 1 2010, 18:34:31 UTC
“You’re really a pervert, aren’t you,” and the cooing made him almost cry again, the tears mixing with the blood in his mouth, with the leather still lingering around his teeth. “Look how hard you are. Look how wet you are.” Choking, sobbing, and it felt so cold, wrapping around, and gently teasing him, teasing the response out of him because he was trapped and cold. A warm mouth finally came next to his neck, and it sucked at him, and he sobbed in the darkness and he was afraid, because he knew what came next and he didn’t want it.
Alfred seemed unsure what to do next, hesitant, as if he hadn’t planned anything when he came over. His cold gloved fingers ran again and again down his length and he bit deeply into the fingers, but there was no response, except perhaps a little gentler as it settled on his balls and squeezed a little and he had to release his jaw from the pain and then it was back up again and playing his foreskin and he sobbed into the carpet because he knew what came next.
The carpet was rough against his face.
The fingers were extracted from his mouth, and he could hear the unzipping of the trousers, and he shivered and shuddered and he felt hands feel around the inner part of his thighs and his ass was in the air and he was grabbing at the cabinets and trying to find anything, anything, to fight him off, because he knew what came next.
“You want this.”
“No!” With his mouth freed, he talked in a voice too panicked and too frightened to be his own. “Let me go! Let me go, you fucking bastard! You shitty fucking-“ He could hardly catch his own breath, blood dripping with the tears down his chin and the carpet rubbed against him, and he felt the hand rub almost absently down the thick vein on the underside of his cock and he cried again, tightening his jaw to not admit his own moans even when the physical evidence was clear.
“You’re hard and so wet.” And the glove came off, and he felt the warm fingers penetrate into him, and it was worse than he could ever imagine because it hurt, because Alfred was stabbing against the walls of him, but he tried to pull himself up, only to be shoved back down roughly.
“I know your secret.”
And he didn’t move.
Because his heart was beating too fast for him, and his eyes flickered around the dark room, his living room, the place where he sat and had tea and read books, and he didn’t want his secret to be told, not here, not now, not like this. Not when the tip of Alfred’s cock was experimentally pushing against him, and he was shuddering, over and over again, at the hands that were placed on his hip bones.
“You like me dominating.”
He could have almost cried with relief. That wasn’t his secret, no, and he opened his mouth to laugh bitterly in the situation when Alfred continued.
“Or, at least, you like me.” And the shock of his entering combined with his words made him grow silent except for the quiet grunt of surprise, and his fingers grasped the carpet, and Alfred was moving inside him, slowly at first, and then faster, and then he bent over to pin him even further to the carpet, buried sheath deep balls against his ass it hurt and it felt good and his cock needed Alfred to pump against him and he was crying even when the warm hands ran up his chest.
“You love me.” Alfred laughed, sweaty and above him, and he stank, by God, he reeked, and Arthur shuddered. His secret, it needed to be kept, he didn’t want his secret to be known, not by him, least of all by him. “You love me, don’t you? That’s why you let me do these things to you. You want this. You want this, don’t you, you little slut?”
“Al-“
“You’d do anything for me.” Alfred’s voice lowered and lowered manically. Pumping in and out and his warm caverns and he throbbed and buried his face into the carpet because his secret! He didn’t want his secret to be known, that’s not what secrets were for, he didn’t want him to know.
Alfred seemed unsure what to do next, hesitant, as if he hadn’t planned anything when he came over. His cold gloved fingers ran again and again down his length and he bit deeply into the fingers, but there was no response, except perhaps a little gentler as it settled on his balls and squeezed a little and he had to release his jaw from the pain and then it was back up again and playing his foreskin and he sobbed into the carpet because he knew what came next.
The carpet was rough against his face.
The fingers were extracted from his mouth, and he could hear the unzipping of the trousers, and he shivered and shuddered and he felt hands feel around the inner part of his thighs and his ass was in the air and he was grabbing at the cabinets and trying to find anything, anything, to fight him off, because he knew what came next.
“You want this.”
“No!” With his mouth freed, he talked in a voice too panicked and too frightened to be his own. “Let me go! Let me go, you fucking bastard! You shitty fucking-“ He could hardly catch his own breath, blood dripping with the tears down his chin and the carpet rubbed against him, and he felt the hand rub almost absently down the thick vein on the underside of his cock and he cried again, tightening his jaw to not admit his own moans even when the physical evidence was clear.
“You’re hard and so wet.” And the glove came off, and he felt the warm fingers penetrate into him, and it was worse than he could ever imagine because it hurt, because Alfred was stabbing against the walls of him, but he tried to pull himself up, only to be shoved back down roughly.
“I know your secret.”
And he didn’t move.
Because his heart was beating too fast for him, and his eyes flickered around the dark room, his living room, the place where he sat and had tea and read books, and he didn’t want his secret to be told, not here, not now, not like this. Not when the tip of Alfred’s cock was experimentally pushing against him, and he was shuddering, over and over again, at the hands that were placed on his hip bones.
“You like me dominating.”
He could have almost cried with relief. That wasn’t his secret, no, and he opened his mouth to laugh bitterly in the situation when Alfred continued.
“Or, at least, you like me.” And the shock of his entering combined with his words made him grow silent except for the quiet grunt of surprise, and his fingers grasped the carpet, and Alfred was moving inside him, slowly at first, and then faster, and then he bent over to pin him even further to the carpet, buried sheath deep balls against his ass it hurt and it felt good and his cock needed Alfred to pump against him and he was crying even when the warm hands ran up his chest.
“You love me.” Alfred laughed, sweaty and above him, and he stank, by God, he reeked, and Arthur shuddered. His secret, it needed to be kept, he didn’t want his secret to be known, not by him, least of all by him. “You love me, don’t you? That’s why you let me do these things to you. You want this. You want this, don’t you, you little slut?”
“Al-“
“You’d do anything for me.” Alfred’s voice lowered and lowered manically. Pumping in and out and his warm caverns and he throbbed and buried his face into the carpet because his secret! He didn’t want his secret to be known, that’s not what secrets were for, he didn’t want him to know.
“Fuck-you’re too fucking tight-“
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