Pain, Sex & Love Chapter (2/?)
Sho’s eyes were covered in anger and lust. He dearly needed or really wanted to put Aiba back in his place. And if this was the only way to do it.. Then so be it. Sho quickly grabbed Aiba’s black trousers and pulled them down, not wasting anytime next to pull down his boxers as well. Aiba tried to shake Sho’s hands off by moving his body up, trying to at least weaken the rope around his limbs, but it only seemed to anger Sakurai.
“Don’t fucking move!” he slapped Aiba across the face, nearly daring him to struggle again. But Masaki didn’t move again, so Sho continued. He grabbed Aiba’s cock harshly, and began stroking - hard and fast.
“Ahh….!” Aiba screamed, as Sho went faster. Masaki felt low, he even tried biting his lip to stop any sorts of moans coming from his mouth, but when Sho suddenly entered a finger into him; he couldn’t help but scream. Sho laughed manically, as he stretched Aiba’s tight hole, making the younger groan in absolute pain.
“..S-stop! …” was all the younger could mutter. Sho’s face went plain again, as he entered the second digit.
“You deserve this Aiba. You know you do.” he said, his face emotionless. Aiba deserved this. Continuing stretching Aiba, almost like reminding Masaki what was going to come next, and he was gonna prove that what he did to him earlier was certainly not rape - this was. Sho quickly took his fingers out and stared at Aiba’s painful emotion on his face. Sweat and tears were streaming down the younger’s face, his lips muttering the word ‘stop, stop’ constantly. Both of them sat in silence; Aiba silently hoping it was over, and Sho waiting for Aiba to calm down a little. Waiting for him to gain back a little hope. A minute passed, and Masaki thought it was over, maybe Sho left, leaving it at that, but when something was pushed inside of him almost instantly after the thought entered his mind, he knew it wasn’t. Sho pushed his cock into Aiba’s whole without warning, immediately thrusting in and out, hoping to cause him the most pain possible. He pulled out until only the tip was in, and then he pushed back in harshly, making Aiba cry out in response, tears falling down his cheek, no pleasure was mixed in this - only pain.
“S-Stop!! Oh my god, please s-stop!” he sobbed, hoping Sho was going to listen to him. His throat dried up and he began to shake uncontrollably. But Sho didn’t listen, he continued to pound into Aiba, not caring how much blood was dripping down the younger’s thighs, not caring that the only pleasure he himself was feeling was the buzz he got from causing Aiba pain, and literally pounding fear into him. Sakurai knew he was nearing his release, and he knew Masaki was too. Aiba screamed as Sho pounded into him one last time, and they both came. Sho smiled as Aiba didn’t move, and his face was blank. Only tear marks were evident on his face now. The older pulled out, and pulled his own trouser’s up.
“Now. That was rape, Aiba-chan.” he whispered as he walked out of the room, leaving Aiba naked on the chair, blood covering his legs.
Sho entered the bathroom, taking off all of his clothes, switching on the shower and immediately getting under it. He didn’t care that it was freezing cold at all - he needed this. To be honest, he wasn’t such a bad guy - he just need to teach Aiba how to hold his comments to himself. The semen and blood was quickly washed away from his body, closing his eyes, he thought about everything that had just happened, but without realizing it, a soft tear fell from his right eye.
Ohno quickly rushed into the room where Aiba was held; a bucket of water in one hand, while a cloth was in the other. He ran over to the younger when he saw the state the man was in. Kneeling down in front of the man, he couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes tight. Hoping to God that this was all a dream and his best friend Sho would never even think of doing something this.. this evil. Quickly soaking the cloth, he decided to slowly start wiping the blood and semen off of Aiba’s thighs, but as soon as a little contact was made, Aiba’s whimpering started.
“P-Please… no more.. I don’t think I could take any m-more.” he panted. Ohno stretched his hand up to Aiba’s face, but retreated and began wiping the blood away again.
“I’m so sorry.” Was all he could say. What else could he say. Once he was finished, he pulled Aiba’s jeans and boxers up again, to cover the man. The shirt, though, was ripped, so he would have to get him another one, and he would probably have to untie him to change him. Maybe at that time, he could let Aiba escape and deal with Sho’s anger himself. Maybe.
The next day, Sho never spoke a word to Ohno and likewise. To be honest, Ohno didn’t want to even look at Sho anymore, although he wanted his friend to tell him some ridiculous explanation to prove that he didn’t do anything to Aiba. But Sho didn’t say a word, like he thought Ohno didn’t realise, or nothing happened to Aiba at all. Ohno stared at him, hoping in his heart he would try to explain, but as soon as Sho actually spoke to him, he didn’t expect this.
“Yes Ohno. I raped him. What are you so surprised about?” he said, a cold tone to his voice. His old friend was speechless.
“Please stop staring at me now.” Sho explained. Ohno however did not want the conversation to stop there. At all. He walked over to Sakurai and punched him quickly and hard.
“You fucking raped a young man Sakurai! How can you be so calm!? I had to clean the fucking blood from his thighs!!” he screamed, not being able to not say anything anymore. Sho got off the floor and got really close to Ohno.
“He got what he deserved. And you didn’t have to clean him up.” was all he simply said, before he walked out of the room. Ohno wanted to murder the man.
As promised (in his head anyway) Ohno returned to Aiba quickly in order to give him a different t-shirt. He noticed the younger hadn’t moved from his previous position, probably too scared to do anything at all anymore.
“Masaki-san? I brought you another t-shirt.” he said, not wanting to scare the other. Aiba lifted his head a little and looked in the general direction of where the voice had originated from. But he looked away, still with a blank expression. Ohno went over to the other and stood behind him. This was it. He began unbinding his wrists slowly, after noticing how red they had become, Ohno realised how much Aiba had struggled. A nasty feeling in his stomach appeared again. But it didn’t take long for Aiba’s hands to be free.
“Now… I’m going to change your shirt. But you also have another option. You can escape.” he said without hesitation. Aiba’s breath hitched. Did the stranger mean that? Ohno took the ripped shirt off, and put the other one on carefully.
“Now, undo the ropes on your ankles.” Satoshi whispered into Aiba’s ear. The other did exactly that, and when he stood up, his hands immediately went to the blindfold that covered his eyes.
“DON’T!” Ohno shouted. Aiba halted. “Keep that on until you get out of here.” he explained. Masaki nodded, and held onto Ohno’s wrist.
“But.. H-how am I getting out of here then?” he asked, scared incase the nutcase came back.
“Just run forward Aiba. I’ll help you.”
Aiba took off as soon as the words left Ohno’s mouth. His hands were directly in front of him at all times, in case he banged into anything. But.. He felt he was definitely going to get free. A door was in his way. He felt around for the handle, and when he found it, it didn’t take long for him to open it fully. A gush of wind blew on his face, and it felt like freedom. A smile gradually appeared on his face, as Aiba took a step out.
His hands went up to the cover over his eyes, thinking now that he was out, he could finally take it off, and he did. He couldn’t see anything at all though. Another black veil was tightened around his eyes, as soon as the other was off.
“..What?” he turned around and banged into something instantly. A slow tear fell down his face at the next sentence.
“Going somewhere, Aiba-chan?” Sho asked, clearly not pleased.
“Don’t fucking move!” he slapped Aiba across the face, nearly daring him to struggle again. But Masaki didn’t move again, so Sho continued. He grabbed Aiba’s cock harshly, and began stroking - hard and fast.
“Ahh….!” Aiba screamed, as Sho went faster. Masaki felt low, he even tried biting his lip to stop any sorts of moans coming from his mouth, but when Sho suddenly entered a finger into him; he couldn’t help but scream. Sho laughed manically, as he stretched Aiba’s tight hole, making the younger groan in absolute pain.
“..S-stop! …” was all the younger could mutter. Sho’s face went plain again, as he entered the second digit.
“You deserve this Aiba. You know you do.” he said, his face emotionless. Aiba deserved this. Continuing stretching Aiba, almost like reminding Masaki what was going to come next, and he was gonna prove that what he did to him earlier was certainly not rape - this was. Sho quickly took his fingers out and stared at Aiba’s painful emotion on his face. Sweat and tears were streaming down the younger’s face, his lips muttering the word ‘stop, stop’ constantly. Both of them sat in silence; Aiba silently hoping it was over, and Sho waiting for Aiba to calm down a little. Waiting for him to gain back a little hope. A minute passed, and Masaki thought it was over, maybe Sho left, leaving it at that, but when something was pushed inside of him almost instantly after the thought entered his mind, he knew it wasn’t. Sho pushed his cock into Aiba’s whole without warning, immediately thrusting in and out, hoping to cause him the most pain possible. He pulled out until only the tip was in, and then he pushed back in harshly, making Aiba cry out in response, tears falling down his cheek, no pleasure was mixed in this - only pain.
“S-Stop!! Oh my god, please s-stop!” he sobbed, hoping Sho was going to listen to him. His throat dried up and he began to shake uncontrollably. But Sho didn’t listen, he continued to pound into Aiba, not caring how much blood was dripping down the younger’s thighs, not caring that the only pleasure he himself was feeling was the buzz he got from causing Aiba pain, and literally pounding fear into him. Sakurai knew he was nearing his release, and he knew Masaki was too. Aiba screamed as Sho pounded into him one last time, and they both came. Sho smiled as Aiba didn’t move, and his face was blank. Only tear marks were evident on his face now. The older pulled out, and pulled his own trouser’s up.
“Now. That was rape, Aiba-chan.” he whispered as he walked out of the room, leaving Aiba naked on the chair, blood covering his legs.
Sho entered the bathroom, taking off all of his clothes, switching on the shower and immediately getting under it. He didn’t care that it was freezing cold at all - he needed this. To be honest, he wasn’t such a bad guy - he just need to teach Aiba how to hold his comments to himself. The semen and blood was quickly washed away from his body, closing his eyes, he thought about everything that had just happened, but without realizing it, a soft tear fell from his right eye.
Ohno quickly rushed into the room where Aiba was held; a bucket of water in one hand, while a cloth was in the other. He ran over to the younger when he saw the state the man was in. Kneeling down in front of the man, he couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes tight. Hoping to God that this was all a dream and his best friend Sho would never even think of doing something this.. this evil. Quickly soaking the cloth, he decided to slowly start wiping the blood and semen off of Aiba’s thighs, but as soon as a little contact was made, Aiba’s whimpering started.
“P-Please… no more.. I don’t think I could take any m-more.” he panted. Ohno stretched his hand up to Aiba’s face, but retreated and began wiping the blood away again.
“I’m so sorry.” Was all he could say. What else could he say. Once he was finished, he pulled Aiba’s jeans and boxers up again, to cover the man. The shirt, though, was ripped, so he would have to get him another one, and he would probably have to untie him to change him. Maybe at that time, he could let Aiba escape and deal with Sho’s anger himself. Maybe.
The next day, Sho never spoke a word to Ohno and likewise. To be honest, Ohno didn’t want to even look at Sho anymore, although he wanted his friend to tell him some ridiculous explanation to prove that he didn’t do anything to Aiba. But Sho didn’t say a word, like he thought Ohno didn’t realise, or nothing happened to Aiba at all. Ohno stared at him, hoping in his heart he would try to explain, but as soon as Sho actually spoke to him, he didn’t expect this.
“Yes Ohno. I raped him. What are you so surprised about?” he said, a cold tone to his voice. His old friend was speechless.
“Please stop staring at me now.” Sho explained. Ohno however did not want the conversation to stop there. At all. He walked over to Sakurai and punched him quickly and hard.
“You fucking raped a young man Sakurai! How can you be so calm!? I had to clean the fucking blood from his thighs!!” he screamed, not being able to not say anything anymore. Sho got off the floor and got really close to Ohno.
“He got what he deserved. And you didn’t have to clean him up.” was all he simply said, before he walked out of the room. Ohno wanted to murder the man.
As promised (in his head anyway) Ohno returned to Aiba quickly in order to give him a different t-shirt. He noticed the younger hadn’t moved from his previous position, probably too scared to do anything at all anymore.
“Masaki-san? I brought you another t-shirt.” he said, not wanting to scare the other. Aiba lifted his head a little and looked in the general direction of where the voice had originated from. But he looked away, still with a blank expression. Ohno went over to the other and stood behind him. This was it. He began unbinding his wrists slowly, after noticing how red they had become, Ohno realised how much Aiba had struggled. A nasty feeling in his stomach appeared again. But it didn’t take long for Aiba’s hands to be free.
“Now… I’m going to change your shirt. But you also have another option. You can escape.” he said without hesitation. Aiba’s breath hitched. Did the stranger mean that? Ohno took the ripped shirt off, and put the other one on carefully.
“Now, undo the ropes on your ankles.” Satoshi whispered into Aiba’s ear. The other did exactly that, and when he stood up, his hands immediately went to the blindfold that covered his eyes.
“DON’T!” Ohno shouted. Aiba halted. “Keep that on until you get out of here.” he explained. Masaki nodded, and held onto Ohno’s wrist.
“But.. H-how am I getting out of here then?” he asked, scared incase the nutcase came back.
“Just run forward Aiba. I’ll help you.”
Aiba took off as soon as the words left Ohno’s mouth. His hands were directly in front of him at all times, in case he banged into anything. But.. He felt he was definitely going to get free. A door was in his way. He felt around for the handle, and when he found it, it didn’t take long for him to open it fully. A gush of wind blew on his face, and it felt like freedom. A smile gradually appeared on his face, as Aiba took a step out.
His hands went up to the cover over his eyes, thinking now that he was out, he could finally take it off, and he did. He couldn’t see anything at all though. Another black veil was tightened around his eyes, as soon as the other was off.
“..What?” he turned around and banged into something instantly. A slow tear fell down his face at the next sentence.
“Going somewhere, Aiba-chan?” Sho asked, clearly not pleased.