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———————————————Wortox was shaking on his hands and knees, trying not to look behind him as fear sunk into his body. The man behind him firmly pushed his shoulders down so that his ass was up and face was down, and that he was forced to vaugly see the lanky white haired man. He was forced to undress, button ripped off the pants and shirt ripped at the seams. He had tried to fight before but to no avail. He got no freedom, only a shooting pain in his shoulder. He knew the man behind him, Luke, but he felt that psychopath didn’t deserve a true name.
This had happened before. In an alley way outside the bar. It had been bad, but he was half unconscious and couldn’t feel the worse of the pain. But now he was well alert. Luke was silent behind him as he traced his hand along his spine, and Wortox felt something press against his entrance.
No lube. He used none at all and Wortox could tell.
Wortox felt the mans head slip inside the tight hole and grab a fistful of the boys red hair as he grunted.
“Fuck yourself on me, slut.”
Wortox whimpered, and stayed as still as he could until he felt something sharp dig into his thigh.
“I know you heard me, cunt.”
Wortox obeyed and shut his eyes tightly. He slowly began to move his hips up and down on the mans cock. He felt hands on his hips as the man above him forced him to go deeper each thrust down.
Wortox whimpered in pain as he felt himself stretch out, no lubricant , just dryback sex. He stopped at one point, then felt him suddenly thrust deep into his ass. Wortox let out a groan as he felt his toes curl and his length harden. He didn’t want this, but god did his body say different.
The man above him began to thrust in and out quickly, slamming as deep into his guts as he could. He felt something hot drip from his hole, and it surely wasn’t come. It was blood. He was 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. Wortox let out a scream of pain, feeling his face be shoved into the motel bed bellow him. He sobbed loudly into the covers as he felt himself reach his guilty climax. His legs gave another shutter, but luke forced them to stay up and opened wide.
He felt the mans hand against his length, and felt him begin to slowly pump with a tight hand, thumb rubbing the slit. Wortox made so many delicious noises, whimpering; moaning, crying, begging.
“Y-you’re ripping me apart! Stop, 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋!”
He begged, but the man just went faster, panting like a dog as he let go of Wortox.
Luke presses his stomach against Wortox, holding his chest up with one hand and using his other to balance. The taller man bit and suckled on his neck, leaving “love” marks and holes. He left them along his back as he began to slow his pace, then picked up when he was done.
Wortox felt tears running down his face as he felt heat blossom in his abdomen, crinkling his nose with a sob as the man left him, the went in front of him for a differnent action.
“Suck it.”
The man instructed, and Wortox felt too weak to continue until he forcefully yanked his head up. The boy unwillingly opened his mouth and felt the cock against the back of his throat, Luke shoving himself deeper in with a groan. Wortox choked, trying to move his head away as best he could. The man above him let him, but made sure the boy kept his cock in his mouth. Luke forcefully moved Wortox’s mouth on his cock as he pleased, smirking when he choked again, helplessly rolling his hips on empty air.
Wortox’s hesd was forced to move faster as the man above him moaned and grunted. He tried to move his tongue around, to get it over faster,but it just seemed to please Luke more.
“Oh yes!”
He cried.
“You are a little slut, aren’t you!~”
He called out as he slammed his cock down wortoxs throat, keeping it their until he was sure the boy drank all of his juices.
He pulled away from the boy and went to go dress himself up to leave again.
Wortox laid there shaking helplessly and occasionally moaning in pain. He’d be here for a while.