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Payback- Part four

Scott stared at the poster on the wall, James Bond stared back at him, he shuddered and closed his eyes. They hurt, the dried skin scrunched together as he closed them, but he didn’t want to open them again. Everywhere hurt. His head throbbed and spun as he tried to keep it as still as possible. His throat was burning and his nose felt like it was on fire. He was such an idiot, he tried to move but the pain that shot up his back made him whimper and he stopped. He led there quietly, then noticed a pillow on the floor, reaching down slowly he grabbed it and pulled it onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around it and buried his face into the soft fabric. He felt the bed shift and the soft snoring paused for a second, and then carried on. He’d almost forgot Isaac was there. He pressed his face into the pillow harder, and more tears started pouring down his face.
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“Nice room” Scott said, poking his head round Isaacs bedroom door, he’d never looked round his flat properly, but Isaac told him to make himself comfortable while he got them some drinks. Isaac laughed, “It’s alright, excuse the mess, don’t tend to bring gir- people back here” Scott tried to ignore the comment; if Isaac was straight, then why had he felt the need to change it from girls to people. Scott shook it off, no point dwelling on it, it was only a comment. “Hey Scott?” “yeah” Isaac leant out the kitchen, “I never asked what you wanted to drink” he laughed, “oh, erm, what you got?” Isaac’s eyes flashed frustration, then he sighed. “I aint a bar Scotty, I got some beers, and I think some wine somewhere?” Scott shuffled uncomfortably, he was getting on with Isaac, he didn’t want to make things awkward “Beer sounds cool” Scott walked into the lounge and wondered where to sit, there was a couch and a chair. The chair looked comfier, but he worried that Isaac might want to sit there, so he chose the couch, that way Isaac could sit next to him if he wanted.
Isaac walked in and handed him the bottle, then grabbed the remote from behind Scott, just leaning gently against the side of him. Scott bit his lip so he didn’t make a sound, but his disappointment was obvious when Isaac sat in the chair. He suddenly got bored as Isaac put the football on, he was a rugby lad, footy was a girls sport. Isaac suddenly stood up and walked out of the room, Scott sat confused, trying to work out if he’d done something to bother him, “You do drugs Scott?” Scott shuddered, he’d always had an interest, but that had gone after the night with Danny. “No, not really something I’m into to be honest with you” Isaac walked back in with a tin in his hand “Oh, well I’m only gonna roll a joint, don’t mind do you?” Scott shook his head, “Nah that’s cool, your flat” Isaac flashed that grin again and Scott couldn’t help but grin back. Isaac sat on the couch next to Scott, Scott felt a rush as he sat forward, he stared at his broad shoulders, he moved his hand forwards and lightly stroked it down Isaacs back. Isaac chuckled and Scott ripped his hand back, he hadn’t realised he’d touched hard enough for him to feel it; Isaac turned backwards and looked at him, “Can’t keep your hands off me huh?” Scott went bright red and put his hand over his eyes, “Sorry” he muttered quietly. Isaac turned and carried on rolling.
Scott stared at the TV, muttering under his breath about what an idiot he was being, Isaac didn’t fancy him, but if he didn’t why kiss him and invite him into his house. None of it made sense, but as much as he tried concentrating on the TV, he couldn’t help but stare at Isaac, his soft breathing while he concentrated was beyond cute, it sent chills down Scott’s spine. “Soooo..” Isaac said, sitting back and lighting the joint, he stared at Scott as he exhaled, “How long you wanted to fuck me for?” Scott went red again and Isaac grinned “Come on, you can tell me!”
“I d-d-don’t wanna f-f-fuck you” he stuttered quietly “ohhhh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it? You’re the bitch huh?” Isaac grinned even wider and stared at him.
“Fuck off!! Don’t think so fucking highly of yourself!”
“Ding ding, we have a winner” he laughed loudly. Scott got up, and grabbed his jacket “If you’re gonna be a wanker with me then I’ll just leave now” he mumbled. Isaac kicked his leg under Scott’s foot and he fell back onto the couch. Isaac’s eyes went dark as he lent closer to him, “learn to take a joke, I didn’t say you could leave” Scott began to sweat and whimpered a little. Isaac’s face changed as he sat back, “want another beer?” Scott knew he should say no, but he accepted the beer, as well as the cigarette that was offered shortly after.
Isaac stood up and kicked over a beer bottle, he chuckled to himself and picked it up, his idea had worked out a lot better than expected, Scott was pretty drunk, and he’d even managed to talk him into a few lines of coke. Scott heard the clatter and looked up, “where you goinnn sexy?” Isaac grinned; he’d got a lot more confident as the night went on “just to get you another drink” Scott nodded and slumped back on the couch. Isaac walked into the kitchen and grabbed the last bottle off the side, he popped the lid off, and grabbed a bag out of the cupboard, rummaging through the bag he found what he was looking for. Crushing the pill, he dropped the powder into the bottle, placed his thumb over the top and shook it. Walking out of the kitchen, he sat down on the couch and shuffled up to Scott; putting his arm round his shoulders he passed him the bottle. Scott took a swig, grinned and took another; he moved up closer to Isaac, put his head on his chest and dragged his legs up onto the couch. Isaac moved his arm and ran his fingers through Scott’s hair. “I never thought you’d like me you know” he slurred “thought you were straight, and well too gorgeous for me too ever have a shot with you!” Scott knocked the bottle back and drained the last of it, then dropped his head onto his chest. Isaac pulled his shoes off, put an arm around his back and under his legs, he lifted him off the couch and carried him into his room. Scott was awake, but completely out of it, as Isaac lowered him onto the bed he fumbled at Isaacs buttons, Isaac grabbed his hand and pushed it away, then smacked him across the face with the back of his hand. Scott looked up at him and whimpered, that pathetic noise he always made when something was wrong. Isaac grinned and stared at him, “I’m in charge now Scotty, and you’re gunna do exactly what I say!”
Scott began to sob as Isaac tied his hands to the headboard with a tie. “Please Isaac! Anything you want I’ll do it, you don’t have to tie me up!!” Isaac swung his fist and caught him on the side of his head, Scott howled in pain and tried to move away but his restraints stopped him. Isaac pulled his shirt off and his pants down; he swung his leg over Scott’s chest and sat on him. He grabbed his dick and stroked it in front of Scott’s face. Scott stared at it, he felt a rush go through his body, the head was an inch of his face, leaking pre-cum. He could smell him, the musky smell of sweat and aftershave made Scott’s dick start growing against his will, he didn’t want to enjoy this, but he was seeing Isaac naked, and it was living up to his fantasies. It was about 8 inches long and 2 across, the hair was trimmed neatly, and a strip of hair led up to his navel, Isaac shuffled forwards and pulled his foreskin back over the head, “pretty sure you know what to do with this huh?” Scott nodded but didn’t move; Isaac sighed and moved forwards further, the head pressing against Scott’s lips. He pushed further and Scott’s mouth opened taking the head into his mouth, he moved further, taking four inch of Isaac’s dick, he bobbed his head up and down the shaft. Hearing Isaac groan, he tried taking more, he was scared but he liked Isaac, he wanted to make him happy. “Fuck..” Isaac’s voice startled him, it felt like hours since he’d spoken “Can tell you’ve done this before Scotty” Scott weakly smiled at him, then gagged violently as Isaac pushed into his throat.
Isaac gripped the side of his face and held his dick in his throat, he dropped his full weight onto Scott’s chest as he began kicking his legs trying to throw him off, he chuckled and held his face for a few more seconds then pulled back. Scott coughed and begged Isaac to stop, “Please! I’ll carry on sucking your dick, but don’t do that again!” Isaac smiled “I’m gunna cum in a minute anyways, your gunna swallow like a good little boy right?” Scott’s face paled, he’d given his fair share of blowjobs, but he’d never let them cum in his mouth before, “NO! That’s fucking disgusting!!” Isaac shrugged and pushed back into Scott’s mouth, he held his dick in his mouth; gradually he got frustrated, Scott made no movements, grabbing his hair he pulled his face forward, and then back again. Isaac moaned and Scott tried to pull backwards off his dick, he chuckled and held his head there, tears streamed down Scott’s face as Isaac continued fucking his face, after a few seconds he grunted and shot a spurt of cum into his face, he held Scott’s face still as he fired rope after rope of cum into his mouth. He pulled out and Scott began heaving trying to spit it out, “Don’t think so” Isaac snapped as he pushed his mouth shut and held his nose. “You either swallow or stop breathing!” Scott started going red in the face until suddenly he relented and gulped down the cum, it slid down his throat and he had to swallow more to stop it blocking his throat. Isaac flashed his grin and let go, “Let me see?” Scott opened his mouth and showed him “Good boy” he said, wiping the last bit of cum off his fingers into his hair “I’ll be right back”
Scott lent against the head board and shut his eyes, his throat hurt from the assault, he had the lingering after taste of cum in his mouth and some had leaked down his chin that he couldn’t wipe away. He had cramp in both his arms from the awkward position and his nose burned from the cocaine he had stupidly taken earlier. The most embarrassing part of this ordeal, his dick was so hard it hurt.
He shivered as Isaac walked back in; he was scared of what was coming next, but this was his chance to look him over properly. His well toned body glistened with sweat, his chest was smooth, only a few blond hairs scattered around his nipples, his stomach was flat, he worked out a lot and the ripple of muscles as he walked proved that. The line of hair that started down his navel progressed to his pelvic area, his neatly trimmed pubic hair showed off his semi-erect dick, his balls hung low, nestled tightly together, his muscular legs had just the right amount of hair on them. At 6’2 he was perfect, and he clearly knew it.
Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, Scott pulled his legs close to him to stay away, yeah he was fit, but he’d still fucked his face without his say so. He watched as Isaac lent down and pulled a box from under his bed, opening the lid he pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. Scott’s heart sank, he didn’t want this, Isaac would rip him in two.
“Iss, please! Whatever you want, just not that!”
Isaac calmly opened the condom and rolled it onto his dick
“Iss!! You’re too big, you’ll fucking hurt me!!”
He turned and pulled Scott’s jeans to his ankles, then ripped them off
“Iss, I’m begging you!”
He grabbed a sock from his draw, and a roll of sticky tape off the side.
“ISS!!! Please, just fucking listen to me!!”
He stuffed the sock into Scott’s open mouth and placed a piece of tape across his lips. Snapping open the bottle of lube he poured some into his hand and wiped it across Scott’s hole, he lubed a finger and pushed it inside roughly, Scott whimpered and kicked his legs out, trying to pull away from the sudden intrusion. Isaac pulled his finger out and wiped the excess lube off his hand onto Scott’s shirt. He pulled his legs up, placed the head of his dick at the entrance of Scott’s anus and lent his full weight onto him. Scott whimpered and begged through the sock.
Leaning close to him, Isaac breathed down Scott’s neck, it made him squirm and try to get out from under him. Silently, he lent down to his ear, Scott stopped fidgeting and listened to what he was whispering.
“I told you not to call me that”
Isaac pushed hard and rammed his entire eight inch dick into Scott’s arse.

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Mom’s sexy friend

I had to spend some time with her while mom was out of town. Not something a “grown-up” 14 year old wanted to do, but am glad I did!

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Out of Order

There may have been a sign on the restroom door, but Chris paid it no mind. He felt as if he might lose control over his bladder if he didn’t find a toilet immediately. Although nearly eleven years old, and well out of diapers, his bladder seemed a bit weak at times, and he was desperate to avoid an accident. As he stood in front of the last urinal (he always chose the one furthest from the door, back then), fumbling with the button on his blue denim shorts, he heard the door open, then close, then the snap of the lock.
“No big deal,” Chris thought. He understood the need some people have for privacy. “I’d have locked it myself if I wasn’t about to burst.” Later, when he was finally able to use public restrooms again, he would never forget the lock, never. He heard footsteps, hard-soled shoes clacking across the room on the tile floor, echoing in his direction. “Probably going to sit down in the stall behind me,” he thought. The footsteps stopped behind him.
“This toilet is out of order, can’t you read?” a voice boomed, a voice that was much deeper than any Chris had expected to hear in the boys’ room of an elementary school. Chris jumped a little, quite startled. He forgot all about the button on his shorts and froze like a statue with a warm wetness filling his underwear and running down his leg.
“Look what you did,” the voice boomed. “Now you’ve made a mess. You should learn to control yourself, filthy little….” His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be deep in thought. “I know,” he exclaimed, and grabbed Chris’ shorts, pulling them roughly down to the floor. “You can clean it up with those.”
Chris was so scared he could barely speak. His bladder was finally empty, about half of its contents soaking his clothes, the other half in a puddle spreading across the bathroom floor. He couldn’t keep a thought in his head, they all flew away before he could grab them, but he kept thinking he had heard that voice before. Whenever he tried to place it in his memory, a wave of fear would overtake him and he had to struggle to keep his knees from buckling.
“Are you going to clean up after yourself?” the voice asked, sounding almost amused. “You can’t just leave it there. Do you like being a messy little boy? Do you like peeing all over yourself?”
“N-no,” Chris answered.
“I think you do, and I’ll have to teach you to clean yourself up. Now, take off those messy shorts.”
Chris wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. He wanted to scream but his throat would produce no sound. Slowly, his muscles began to work, but instead of running, he was bending down, reaching for his wet shorts. A hand grabbed the elastic waistband of his soaked underwear.
“No, boy, these, too.”
Chris stammered, “Y-you can’t do this, I’m n-not…”
“Not what?” the voice boomed back. “You’re dirty, I watched you make that mess, now you’re going to clean it up.” The hand pulled down on the waistband, it stretched a few inches, then the underwear started sliding down to join the shorts on the floor, around Chris’ ankles. “Now you’ve got me dirty, too,” the voice said while the hand wiped itself on Chris’ shirt. “You’re in a lot of trouble, boy.” Chris stood as still as he could, he didn’t know what was happening but he didn’t want to make it any worse. He was all but paralyzed with fear, the world seemed to be moving in slow-motion, but his mind finally began to put a face with that booming voice: a squished-looking, moustached, round, and chubby visage that belonged to the school’s security guard.
“He’s supposed to keep us safe, right?” Chris thought. “What’s happening here?”
“You’re going to do as I say,” the voice warned. His breath seemed to be getting quicker and deeper. “If you don’t listen, you’ll be in detention for the rest of the year.”
Chris thought, “But the year’s only just started.” He still couldn’t move his legs, or his arms, but he thought he could turn his head. As he began to turn and look behind himself, another hand (not the dirty one) settled on top of his head and firmly held it facing forward.
“You don’t need to see, just listen, and do as I say,” The guard said. “It’ll be better if we just get this over with.” As he was talking, Chris could hear the sound of the zipper on the guards pants. “Put your hands on the urinal, and keep them there. Keep your feet planted.” Chris did as he was told, placing his hands on the cold porcelain. He heard the buckle on the guard’s belt hit the tile, and felt something stiff and warm against his backside.
“Are you gonna spank me?” Chris asked, his voice trembling.
“No, boy, I think you’re a little big for that. I’ve got a better idea.” The guard’s hands cradled Chris’ butt cheeks, rubbed them a little, then pushed them apart. “You’ll like this, all dirty boys do.” The guard then knelt down and began to lick Chris’ anus. “That should clean you up a little.” He spat into his palm and rubbed it on himself, stood up, and parted Chris’ cheeks again. “I can see your little dick getting hard. Told you you’d like it.” Chris realized with horror that what the guard said was true. His dick was stiffer than it had ever been, throbbing with each beat of his heart. The guard placed the tip of his penis, glistening with saliva, against Chris’ anus. “Just relax and take it like a big boy. You want to be a big boy, don’t you?” He put his hands on Chris’ hips, holding him steady, and pushed his penis into Chris’ anus.
“Aaahhooww,” Chris exclaimed.
“Just be quiet, you know you like it,” the guard said. He pushed his penis in as deep as it would go, then pulled it almost out. “Dirty. Little. Boy.” With each word he thrust his penis in, and Chris thought it would burst out of his belly if it got any deeper inside him. His own penis was still throbbing, and somehow the sensation of his butt being filled by this man’s dick excited him and terrified him at the same time. The guard kept thrusting, each thrust brought one word out of him. “Dirty. Little. Boy. Dirty. Little. Boy.” Suddelny, his pace quickened, and he was panting too hard to speak his mantra. He gave one mighty final thrust, burying his dick deep in Chris’ butt. Chris could feel it throbbing and pumping something hot inside him. Then, with his penis still inside Chris, he slid one hand off of Chris’ hip and caressed Chris’ penis. “You like it, you all like it,” He said breathlessly. He began rubbing up and down Chris’ little penis, lightly pushing his own into Chris’ butt. “And now I’m inside you forever. You belong to me.”
Chris felt dizzy, and his whole body was starting to tingle. Each time the guard pushed into him from behind, he became more dizzy. Each time the guard pulled him in front, he felt more tingly. The sensations became more intense until he felt his whole being trying to squeeze out of his penis. As it went, he felt something coming into him, a new self that relished the thought of the guard’s words.
“I belong to him.” Chris thought. The guard released Chris’ penis and pulled his own out of Chris’ butt. Chris kept his hands on the urinal. He had never let them leave, and he was proud of that. “I’m his now.” He felt very empty without the man inside him, but he didn’t dare speak.
“I guess you don’t cum yet, boy, which means you only have to clean one of us up,” the guard said. Turn around and face me, boy.” Chris did as he was told, turning slowly and keeping his eyes on the floor. His butt felt slippery, and he liked it. “Down on your knees, boy.” Chris knelt in front of the guard, his face inches from the guard’s still-hard dick. “Open your mouth.” Chris opened his mouth. “Keep your lips over your teeth.” He put his hand on the back of Chris’ head and pulled it toward him. Chris could smell his butt on the man, and something else. “Suck all that cum off there, boy.” Chris thought his penis might be getting hard again, but he kept his eyes shut and concentrated on the dick in his mouth. He didn’t want to make the guard unhappy by gagging or choking, and he wanted to taste every last drop of the man’s cum as it slid down his throat. “So you like this, too,” The guard said, noticing Chris’ penis. He pulled Chris’ head back, saying “You’ll be a good boy from now on, and do everything I say, won’t you?” Chris finally opened his eyes, and stared at the guard’s penis.
“Yes, sir,” he said to the penis. “I belong to you.”
“That’s good, boy.”
Chris began to feel very light-headed, his vision losing focus. He fell onto his side, his face splashing in the puddle he had made in another life. Some time later, Chris awoke with the feel of cold, wet tile on his cheek. His head was foggy, but he could see the bathroom, and the man fastening his belt in front of the sink. As Chris began to get his senses back he felt wetness all over him, and a throbbing in his backside. “I must have fallen,” he thought, but this was different from a playground bruise. “Why am I all wet?” he thought, but aloud he said “I guess I didn’t make it to the toilet in time.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked at the man.
“Looks like you passed out,” the man said. ”We’ll have to do this again some time, so you can learn to follow the rules. You look a little pale, you should go to the office and call your parents, I bet your mom can bring you a fresh pair of shorts so you don’t have to wear those smelly wet ones all day.” Then, an afterthought: “I’ll be watching you.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Chris replied. He stumbled over to the sink, and began splashing water on his face. “What a nice guy,” he thought. “He’ll never tell anyone about my accident.”

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Is It me? part 2

This is the continuing story of my early years. It is all true, though some of the events may be out of order, it was after all a long time ago!

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Payback- Part five

Scott howled in pain around the sock in his mouth, he tried to pull his
body up and get away from Isaac. The burning he felt in his arse as
Isaac shifted above him made tears stream down his face. He tried to
struggle, shifting his legs he tried to throw Isaac off. Isaac chuckled,
“You’ve got no chance Scotty”, he placed his hands on Scott’s chest and
pressed his full weight down on him. Scott tried to cough, the pressure
had winded him and the weight bearing down on him felt like it would
crush his ribs at any second. After a few seconds, Isaac lifted his hands
and lent above him, Scott tried to breath deeply but his mouth was still
taped shut. He began to panic, he tried to breath through his nose faster,
the lack of oxygen made him panic even more, he bagan to whimper as the
panic attack washed over him. Isaac groaned and lent back slightly, but
made sure he didn’t pull out. Scott began to tug on the tie that was
holding his hands to the headboard, he pulled harder trying to
break free whilst shifting the top half of his body trying to get Isaac to
move. Eventually Isaac got bored, he lent forward and smacked Scott hard
across the face. Scott stopped pulling, his breathing still laboured, and
looked up at Isaac “Finished your hissy fit, bitch?” Scott shuddered and
nodded, he didn’t think Isaac was capable of doing this.
Isaac grinned, “Good!”, he pulled back until Scott groaned as some of the
pain was relieved, then threw his full weight forward again, Scott kicked
out and began to cry again. Isaac began to pick up the pace, “You might as
well get use to it Scotty, gunna be here a while!” Scott sobbed more as Isaac
kept thrusting into him, his arms had gone numb, and the tie around his
wrist was beginning to cut into his skin, his mouth was dry and the tape had
pulled his skin tight around his face. The searing pain between his legs took
his mind of all that, his legs had began to cramp from the awkward position
Isaac has pushed them into. He felt sick, all the while this had been going on
Isaac had a mixture of a grin and concentration on his face. The lube had done nothing to help, Scott had felt the muscles in his anus grind against Isaac’s dick as he’d pushed in. He was moving inside him easier now, but Scott was still in agony, he was sure he must be bleeding, the pain was above anything he’d ever felt before. It felt like he was being ripped apart, then Isaac shifted his weight and began to thrust at a different angle.
Scott started moaning, he felt violated, but the head of Isaac’s dick was pressing
against his prostate. He felt his erection growing, he cursed himself mentally,
he shouldn’t be enjoying this, Isaac was raping him, but it felt good in a way it
shouldn’t. He started wriggling underneath him, he tried to lift his back up slightly to give him better access to his prostate. Isaac stopped and stared at him, “You sick fuck!! You’re enjoying this aint you?!” Scott whimpered and looked at the wall. Isaac stayed where he was, staring at Scott, without warning he cleared his throat and spat into Scott’s face. Scott froze, the spit had landed on his forehead, and ran down onto his eyebrow. He shivered and tried to move his head towards his arm to wipe the liquid away, Isaac raised his hand and smacked him hard across the face, Scott cried out around the sock wedged into his mouth, Isaac raised his hand again, this time in a fist and launched it straight into Scott’s nose. Blood covered his hand as Scott’s nose exploded with the force of his hand. He carried on hitting him, Scott tried to pull away but stopped, nothing was going to stop Isaac. Tears streamed down his face as the blows rained down on his face and chest.
“Try enjoy it now you fucking sick cunt” Isaac stopped hitting him, put his hands on either side of his body and resumed pushing into him. Scott no longer felt the enjoyment, his face ached and the pain that shot up his back everytime Isaac pushed in was just about bearable.
Without warning, Isaac pulled out and stood up. Scott stared at him, terrified of what was coming next. He lent over and ripped tape of Scott’s mouth, he pulled the sock out and threw it on the floor, Scott gasped trying to get fresh air into his lungs. Isaac pulled the condom off, shoved it in Scott’s mouth and put a fresh piece of tape over his mouth. Scott stared at him in horror, Isaac shrugged, “Dunno, just felt like it”. He climbed back onto the bed and lined up the head of his dick with Scott’s gaping hole, Scott moaned. Isaac looked up at him and chuckled, “thought I’d finished kid? I’m gonna cum in your arse” he ruffled
Scott’s hair and pushed straight to the hilt.
He began thrusting with renewed enthusiasm, Isaac smiled to himself. Scott grunted everytime he pushed in, this time in pain rather than pleasure. The muscles of Scott’s hole clamped onto Isaac’s dick everytime he pushed in, it held him in place like a glove, the rub of his skin against the inside of Scott was pushing him close to the edge, he had no idea why he’d worn a condom for so long, this was better, he started thrusting harder, he was on the verge of orgasm.
Isaac pushed hard, the back of Scott’s thighs pressed firmly against his. He grunted loudly as his dick began to twitch, his balls tightened as he fired cum into Scott. Scott groaned at the pressure his crushed legs were putting against his stomach, Isaac had dropped his head onto his chest as he shot cum into every crevice of his insides. Scott moaned as the hot, thick liquid filled him, he began to feel uncomfortable as more pumped inside him. Eventually Isaac raised his head, he panted heavily as he composed himself, leaning over Scott, sweat dripped off his forehead and onto his chest. He pulled out and sat back, still breathing heavily. Scott moved his legs forward and stretched the cramp out of them. Isaac watched him as he did it, he leant over and grabbed the sock from the floor. Screwing it into a ball he lifted Scott’s leg up and pushed it inside him. Scott grunted and looked at him, “don’t want you leaking that shit all over my bed” Isaac muttered quietly. Isaac wiped his dick on Scott’s shirt. As he walked out of the room, Scott let out a sigh.
Scott stretched his legs properly they were stiff and ached from the pressure, the sock stuck up his arse was uncomfortable and soaked with blood and cum, a pain shot into his chest everytime he inhaled a breath and his face ached. He was sure his nose was broken, and his front tooth was wiggling in his mouth.
He heard the shower start, Isaac obviously had no intentions of un-tying him. He started to wiggle his arms but his restraints wouldn’t give. The tape was hurting his lips and the condom still in his mouth tasted foul. The combination of latex, pre-cum and the taste of his own arse made him feel nauseous. He realised the tie wasn’t going to give, and he had no way of getting the tape off his face. He huffed and led still, he’d just have to wait until Isaac decided he could go.
Scott woke up to movement. Someone had sat down next to him, he dragged his eyes open and looked round. Isaac was sat in front of him, his hair was wet and flattened to his head, water droplets still clung to his face and chest. He obviously didn’t know how to dry himself. He glanced at Scott then looked the other way. “I’m not gay, you know. Just wanted to make a point” Scott nodded. Isaac sighed and carried on “I mean yeah, that was pretty good, ain’t had a decent fuck like that in a while, but it doesn’t mean I like you or anything. I just wanted to prove that I do what I like, and you can’t stop me” his eyes had gone dark again, Scott began to feel uncomfortable. He’d realised he really was scared of Isaac, the extreme levels off his mood swings were totally unpredictable, going from the sweetest guy ever to terrifying levels of violence. Almost as if to prove Scott’s thoughts, Isaac’s eyes softened again.
Scott stared at him, Isaac stared back then lent forward and ripped the tape of his face. He grimaced in pain, and spat the condom out of his mouth. Isaac chuckled, picked it up and threw it in the bin. He turned to see Scott licking his lips and yawning to stretch the muscles in his jaw. Isaac lent forward and kissed Scott hard, Scott flinched, then relaxed. Moaning he kissed him back, enjoying the touch. Isaac pulled away after a few seconds, “You hungry?” Scott nodded, his throat still to sore to answer. Isaac sat back smiling at him “I’ll order us takeaway, pizza or chinese?” Scott smiled hesitantly, the lad that had raped him less than an hour earlier was now offering to buy his tea for him and acting like his best friend. Scott decided that he must have something wrong with him, without a doubt, Isaac wasn’t of sound mind.
He realised it had been a few minutes since he’d spoken. Scott snapped back into concious thinking. He looked into Isaac’s grey eyes.
“Pizza sounds great”

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Un-Reported: ‘Girls Rape a Guy’

Un-reported: Girls Rape a Guy
A true Story
….I can’t tell this story to anyone around me, but it needs to be told as a warning to other men. It can and did happen to me.
…. Anonymous
Author: I was able to get Mary’s thoughts later as she was more than willing to tell them. The girl, I’ll just call her ‘Mary’, he’ll just be ‘John’. Mary’s girlfriend is ‘Lisa’. This story has multiple endings,….as you shall see….
…Mary….
….I had been getting sexually aroused by my mom’s boyfriend ’John’ for while now. He wouldn’t touch me at all. The most sexual thrill I got from him was to wait until we were alone and just sit on his lap. I was slim, nice tits, blond hair and a real good body. I would lean back on him and have to place his arms around me. I would move his arms up to touch the underside of my tits, and he would move them to just not touching them. My girlfriend Lisa was helping me to try and get him to feel me up or any sexual feeling from him.
… She would do a sleep over and we would plan out things to get his attention. Mom always went to bed early so we had the freedom to mess with him. Lisa was getting a crush on him as well as I. We would wait till mom went to sleep and then take our bra’s and panties off under our long nightgowns. We would parade in front of him slowly. He would smile his handsome smile but try not to look at our tits and pussy’s.
…Lisa got an idea. Let’s pretend to be doing some back bends and gymnastic stuff in the living room in front of him. I practiced a back bend while Lisa kneeled beside me to be a spotter and put her hand under my back. I did them slow like I was a beginner.
…This finally got his attention. He made some verbal suggestions but really kept his eyes on my pussy. It stuck up high showing my slit very clear. Lisa smiled as she watched his eyes check me out. He said to raise one leg up to start the complete back bend. Lisa got up and stood over me to help….and…to bend over so her tits were exposed to his eyes. Now he had two things to look at. He turned in his recliner to watch us with a very gleeful smile. I think we finally had him a little aroused.
…Lisa could see his lap as he put his hand over it, but she spotted his boner. His eyes were locked on me starting to lift one leg straight up to complete the back bend. As I did my night gown fell down to my hips, thus showing my naked pussy. I said: “Opps.” and slowly pulled my leg back towards my head too kick the final back bend. His face got a little pink as he directly staring at my pussy. Lisa just grinned as she put her hand on the backside of my leg to help me. She moved her hand lower close to my pussy and pulled a little. I acted like I couldn’t complete the back bend. She kneeled down putting her other hand under my back. He watched as I slowly came over to finish. He watched my naked pussy float by just 3 feet from his face.
…My night gown now dropping down exposing my tits. I stood up smiling red faced as Lisa smiled too. We both looked as him. He was a little embarrassed that he was aroused by me. He watched as I let gravity slowly take my night gown down. His eyes were checking out my body real good. Lisa and I both could tell he had a big hardon going as he tried to cover it up, but it was to big. Lisa and I were aroused ourselves and she came up behind me and began to fondle me. He tried to turn away but couldn’t. He watched as we gave him a little feel up show to tease him real good.
…We stepped real close to him in his recliner. He had a huge tent now and took a pillow and put in his lap. I just had to now sit on his lap. I slid over the arm of the recliner and down on his lap. Lisa watched and went around and slid down the other side onto his lap. We leaned back on him and giggled. We watched as he had to put his arms somewhere. They ended up around us both in our night gowns. He closed his eyes like he was have a hot dream but it wasn’t really happening. He was hot and breathing heavy.
….Finally he spoke softly: “Girls, your mashing my…a…private parts?” We scooted our butts over in the chair and I just grabbed the pillow and removed it. There it was. A big tent in his pants. He tried to get up but we held him in the chair. We both turned a little sideways and we started playing with his chest. His eyes went closed again. I started unbuttoning his shirt as Lisa joined me. We quietly giggled to each other. We were both very horny and this was so hot to us, we just kept going.
….John thought….
…I think I’m getting in trouble…but I have to see just how far these girls will go. My dick hurts it’s so cramped and restricted by my pants. They wanted to arouse me and now they’ve done it but good. To feel two warm girls bodies on me is more than I can take to stop them. I’ll pretend I’m sleeping and let them go. I wonder how far they will take this.
…I hear them whispering to each other. Then I hear: “Don’t move, we’ll be right back.” Mary says. They jump off me and run in down the hall. I’m having to much pleasure to move. They felt so sexy on me and them playing with my chest was really hot. They smelled heavenly and I could feel legs, hips and tits on me. With my eyes still closed I hear them return.
… I feel a blindfold being put on me. I don’t resist… to see just what they have in mind. It was just fun and games anyway. I felt my recliner being leaned all the way back. It was a deluxe one that would recline all the way back to fully horizontal. It had steel rails on the back that rested on the floor. I wondered ‘what next’ for these two. I heard them giggle as the each took one of my arms and pull them back along side of the chair. I felt bungee cord being quickly wrapped around my wrists.
…. This was going to far.
….As I started to say ’stop’ I felt duct tape being put over my mouth….but the bungee cord was so tight I couldn’t pull out of them. I now heard a sound I didn’t want to hear….‘zzzzzzzzzp‘…the sound of hand cuffs being put on both my wrists. Now I felt straps go around my ankles and pulled tight. Those girls had me, and It was a panic feeling. I couldn’t get loose. “Enough of this girls!” I mumbled which they of course couldn’t make out what I was saying. I continued to mumble as I felt my belt being unbuckled. Shit! They were taking my pants down.
…When I get out of this I’m going to take me two girls and have a hard talk with them about practical vs. bad jokes, kidnapping, held against your will, molesting and…fondling…, and…. lot more things….as I felt four hands feeling and jacking my dick. This was way to far over the line. One of them came up and sat on my stomach and started kissing my face and neck. She whispered: (..”just relax and enjoy. Your ’resisting’ is over John. We have control now and we want your hot body.”)
…Mary…
…I’ve felt the sting of rejection before. A guy fucks me and dumps me. I wasn’t raped, but as close as you can get…then they call me ’slut’ and I’m put on some list as a whore or something. Now it’s ’get even’ time. Let’s just see how a guy likes it to be fucked against his will. He won’t tell anyone this even happened. Who would believe him?…and knowing John, with his manly pride couldn’t take it.
…He’s got a track record of fucking and dumping single women. He’s very sexy and good looking. Now he gets the pleasure of two teen girls fucking him,….. so he won’t complain….he knows we can yell ’rape’ and put his life in the shitter….so just relax with us John… and enjoy the hot sex we have for him and us.
…. I love kissing him on his face and neck. Lisa stroked his hardon as I liked rubbing my wet pussy on his stomach. At first he moved his head from side to side to resist my kisses…but soon he stopped and I hear little soothing sounds as he was liking all this…..
…John..
…I’ll resist, no way can a girl or girls force a guy to get a hardon and fuck them or whatever…I thought…but feeling a pair of teen lips kissing and her hand jacking you….I had no choice as my hardon stayed and even got harder. I felt the girl on top of me turn and I felt a wet pussy on my face. How is a guy suppose to resist that feeling?….It felt wonderful as it moved back and forth on my face. Now there were two girls kissing my hardon and jacking me…..
…Mary…
…Now there was no rush as I worked my pussy on his face. I was determined to get him so hot, I would take the duct tape off and let him taste my pussy and lick my clit good. I reached back and began to slowly began to remove the tape over his mouth. He moaned…”Uh huh, uh huh as he wanted it off. I took it off. Before he got a chance to say anything…I dropped my pussy down on his lips.
… I slowly moved it back and forth on them and I soon felt his tongue enter my pussy lips. He was good and gently let it feel my slit and pussy. He moved it up to massage my clit. It felt so hot I almost orgasmed right then. I put my mouth over his hardon and began to suck it. Lisa felt his balls and licked them. We all started making those sounds of euphoria. Lisa started jacking him as I sucked. Lisa and I felt his balls start to tighten up as he was going to cum a big one…..
…John…
…I had to make the best of the situation I was in. A teen pussy in my face and two teen mouth’s sucking and jacking on me was way over the top for me. They were going to make me cum …against my will?….hell who would ever believe that….I had to give in and enjoy every second of this…I was only human. The girl sucking on my hardon had to be experienced as she knew just what to do to make me cum big. Having a second girl licking me was over the top as I felt her tits on my legs also. I could feel her nipples pressing on them and the shape of them rubbing back and forth as she rocked her tits on them.
…. I felt it…the ’Oh god!’ moment as here came a flood of hot cum shooting out of my dick and into a warm throat. I heard a loud ’MMMMMM’ as my shot loaded her mouth. Her mouth and tongue went into action sucking and swallowing it down. The other girl put her pussy on my leg and humped her wet pussy on it, grinding her clit to a moaning cum of her own. We all moaned with the peak we were having. Nothing I had ever experienced even came close to this. I was flooded with pussy juice as her hot pussy ground on my lips and tongue. Her pussy trembled as she kept on and on fucking my face. She finally pulled her mouth off my hardon to take a big gasp of air and the other girls mouth went on. I still had a few shots of cum left for her as she moaned and ground her pussy firm into my leg.
…Mary…
…oh my god…at last I got what I wanted. He was a great shooter and pussy eater. I just keep my pussy on his face to get all the good feeling I could drain out of him. Lisa and shared sucking his hard on as we licked all the overflow cum he shot…and he could shoot a lot. I felt weak in a way but I had to stay on him and soak up this feeling….
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….It was dark out now as we finally got ourselves off of him. I was shaky but I got the keys to the handcuffs and unlocked them. Lisa un-strapped his legs. Off with the blindfold…his eyes were closed….asleep. He moved a little, shifted his body to the side as we pulled up his pants. Soon, he started to snore.
….John woke up in his recliner. He wondered if he had a very intense sex dream or what. He had to go to work. The house was all quiet as he got ready and left. His mind kept going back to that sex dream he had…it seemed so real. He could still hear the voices in the maybe dream…hot moaning from Mary and Lisa. He remembered he was raped by them somehow.
…Whatever it was, it was against the law, but very sexually exciting. He tried to ignore the thoughts as he went to work. The thoughts wouldn’t stop as that dream thing gave him a sexual thrill he’d never had before. Hour after hour the thoughts dwelled over and over. Those sounds were so hot and …a wet dream…that was it, he had a wet dream, and the best one he’s ever had. He had been a kid the last time he had one, but never as good as this. Now the thoughts were in their proper place and he continued his work….but the thoughts lingered on all night.
…* the part John still doesn’t know about…
…Mary..
…We let John sleep in his recliner, with that content face of his. We removed everything, blindfold, we put the cuffs away, no evidence… just that he fell asleep in his recliner….
…. We went down the hall quietly and tapped on mom’s bedroom door. She opened it a crack. I said quietly: “Did you get all that on the camera?” She opened the door and said: “I sure did, every bit of it. I’ll make 3 disk copy’s, one for you guys, one for me and one hidden in a secret place in case he ever found ours.
….I think we’ve found us a man who will want to stay with us for a long time girls….nice work.”
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…John was in bed with Mary’s mom and told her about this great sex dream he had. She snuggled up to him very interested in the details. He lied. He said it was about him and her having hot sex in his recliner. She said that sound very hot and different. She of course knew he was not about to say the ’dream’ was with her daughter Mary and her girlfriend Lisa.
….Every Tuesday night was the weekly night when mom pretended to go to bed early, John took a nap in his recliner and the girls practiced their cheerleader routines in the living room. He watch them intensely and then closed his eyes for a his re-occurring ‘dream’ nap. The girls put the blindfold on him, duct tape over his mouth, the hand and leg cuffs went on and down came his pants.
…This time was real different. He felt a 3rd girl get on top of him. She had bigger tits and a little bigger body. (it was Mary’s mom.) She played with him, stroking his hardon and sucking it just right. All the girls became aggressive and all started a multi-attack on him. Kissing him all over, jerking him this way and that way and whispering how they were going to rape him against his will, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was told to lay there and take it.
…John couldn’t be more pleased and mega excited. They told him ’not’ to cum until they told him to. He pretended to resist. They liked that and teased his hardon with their tongues. Not cuming was not easy, he was finding. He squirmed for real soon, to keep from cuming. Finally the girl with the big tits got on top and started fucking him like a wild woman. The other girls felt his balls and around his hardon. Then they all said…’cum now mister, or you’ll be sorry.’ He had no problem pleasing his attackers in their request. He thought his balls had been squeezed as the cum shot into the hot pussy.
…It shot out the sides as fingers felt it and he heard the licking sounds. Moaning voices told him if he ever told anyone about this he’d be sorry. The girl got off as another one got on and continued fucking him. She kept fucking him hard as he tried to cum again. She got off and a 3rd girl got on and stuck his hardon in her wet pussy. She put her hand to his throat and told him he better cum again. She pulled her knees up and fucked him very fast as he felt another cum working it way up. “..cum damn you…cum..” she demanded.
… He let loose with a wonderful hot second cum in her. Two shots and she got off and the last girl got on as he shot in her too. Everyone was out of breath and the girls moaned in his ears. They whispered that he better not ever tell anyone about this or they might force him fuck them all again sometime.
He just smiled and shook his head agreeing never to tell….
….I found out why John could never tell these true events….you see, it seems that John…
…was a Chief of Police, for the local police dept.
….Most Tuesday nights are still ’dream’ night for John, Mary, Lisa and mom. There are night clothes, blindfolds and duct tape being put on and the one sound that gives them all a thrill…‘zzzzzzzzzzp’ the sound of handcuffs… being put on poor helpless John’s wrists….

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Assaulted in the Pension Hotel.

The bed was surrounded by all these semi-clad females, several swaying quite badly.
And it was one of the latter, who literally fell on top of me. Her hands grabbed my head. Her lips were planted on mine, none too gently, I might add.
Her panty clad hips rubbed against me like crazy. She was like a sex-starved, demented demon.

True Story

Payback- Part three

Scott stared down the street. It was dark, and the rain meant it was difficult to see properly. He pulled his jacket close around his body and wrapped his arms around himself. He couldn’t see Isaac anywhere, so he started walking towards the beach, he didn’t know him very well, but he knew that Isaac would go the bridge if he needed to think. Scott pulled his hood tight around his face, the rain had already soaked every inch of him, it had soaked through his jacket and shirt. The smooth fabric of the shirt clung to his chest; he liked the feel of wet fabric brushing against his skin, his nipples becoming sensitive. Scott didn’t like his body, he found it quite unattractive and though he paraded himself as a confident person, he was quite shy and self-conscious about his looks. He had been treated badly in the past; the reason for the breakdown of his last relationship was rape. Plain and simple, Scott felt tears pricking his eyes; he remembered the night quite well.
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Danny was high. Scott hadn’t realised he’d been snorting coke most of the day when he went round, but as soon as he walked through the door, it was clear what Danny had in mind for the evening. He pulled his boxers down and stroked his growing member. He called Scott’s name, walking back into the room, Scott shook his head “you’re high Dan, I’ve never had sex with you before, it’s not something I wanna do while you’re fucked” “Nah Scotty, you’re gonna be fucked” he said with cold eyes. Scott stared into his face, he whimpered as Danny stood up. Scott started walking backwards, Danny growled at him, “fucking stand still now bitch!!” Scott stopped, he was still whimpering, he stared at his feet as Danny stuck his tongue in his ear. He shuddered, as scared as he was, he felt that familiar twitch in his groin.
He shut his eyes as Danny ripped his shirt open, he carried on whimpering and felt a crack across his face, he shrieked in pain and tried to step backwards, but Danny had a firm hold of his arm and slapped him again. Tears began rolling down Scott’s cheek, he loved Danny, he’d always been gentle and took his time with him. Scott had only just turned 18, he was inexperienced. He’d given a few blowjobs, but never had sex. He’d blushed on his second date with Danny when he had to tell him he was a virgin, but Danny had took it all in his stride and told Scott they’d take it at the pace he wanted too. They’d been together a month and a half and Scott was still nervous, he could tell Danny was becoming inpatient.
Scott snapped back to reality as Danny put his hands on his shoulders and forced him to his knees. Scott relaxed, as much as the situation was scaring him, he could deal with a blow job. Danny pumped his dick a few times, then grabbed Scott’s hair and pulled him forwards. Scott grimaced in pain, he tried to push Danny off but he just tightened his grip and forced him forwards. Scott opened his mouth and took it into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the head of Danny’s dick, he pressed his tongue into the slit and Danny groaned. He held his hair tighter and forced him to take more into his mouth, Scott gagged, although Danny was only 6 inches, he was thick and Scott was struggling to breath. His mouth was stretched wide, and saliva dribbled from the sides of his mouth and down his chin. Danny began to fuck his throat, Scott struggled to breathe as the head touched the back of his throat, as Danny pushed harder the head of his dick passed Scott’s gag reflex and went down his throat. Scott had never deep-throated before and tears streamed down his face as he struggled to breath, he clawed his hands down Danny’s thighs trying to get him to pull out. He was groaning and thrusting into Scott’s mouth, he looked down and the fear in Scott’s eyes made him want to cum there and then. Just as Scott began to see stars, Danny pulled out, he shoved Scott backwards. Scott landed awkwardly on his wrist, a crunching noise easily heard, but Scott was too busy coughing and choking to care about the pain. Danny laughed and sat down, “come ‘ere” Scott crouched lower and stayed where he was “HERE. NOW!” he dragged himself up and shuffled over to the bed. Danny patted the bed beside him and Scott pulled himself up. He grinned at him, Scott felt tears springing to his eyes again, “On your back ay” Scott whimpered, “Please Danny, I don’t wanna do this while your drunk! Tomorrow I promise!” Danny got bored of hearing his pleas and shoved him on his back. Scott led their silently as he lifted his legs up and propped them on his shoulders. “Now this’ll only hurt a lot yeah?”
“Danny please!!”
“Shut the fuck up”
“ok”
Danny grabbed a pillow from behind Scott, and shoved it in Scott’s face “bite on that, don’t want you screaming the fucking place down” Scott covered his face with the pillow, “Nooo” Danny moaned “I said bite it, I wanna see your face!” Scott let out a sob but complied; he pulled the pillow down onto his chest and bit the side. Danny spat on his hand a few times and rubbed it over the head of his dick; he spat in his hand again and rubbed it over Scott’s hole. As the rough hand and spit scrapped across his arsehole, Scott began to cry uncontrollably, he loved Danny, but this wasn’t Danny doing this. He’d got violent a few times after taking drugs, but never this aggressive.
Danny grunted as he lined the head of his dick up with Scott’s arsehole. Scott whimpered, then bit down hard on the pillow, this wasn’t how he’d planned to lose his virginity.
Scott screamed as Danny pushed all the way into his arse, his balls slapped audibly against Scott’s cheeks, he sobbed and screamed as Danny began moving inside him. “Fuck your tight” he moaned “Can’t believe I waited this long, I got nearly two months of no sex under my belt Scotty, hope you’re ready for this” He pulled all the way out until just the head was inside him, then pushed straight back in, he carried on, picking up the pace until the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Scott’s sobbing that had almost become a whimper. He tried fidgeting on the bed but Danny pinned his arms down, it felt like his insides were being pulled out, and he was being split in half. He hugged the pillow into his chest and sobbed into it, “Can’t. See. Your. Face” Danny grunted on each thrust, Scott hesitated for a second, and then pulled it down slightly, not wanting to piss Danny off anymore. “Better” he started thrusting harder, and faster. Scott began to feel light headed, but suddenly felt relieved as Danny pulled out. He grabbed Scott’s waist and turned him over, pushing his head into the mattress and lifting up his hips, Scott whimpered as he realised it wasn’t over, Danny pushed the head of his dick back against Scott’s hole, he pushed until the head was just inside, then thrust hard and bottomed out in Scott’s arse. Scott whimpered and grasped his pillow closer to him, Danny started thrusting harder again. He picked up the pace but Scott no longer tried struggling, he closed his eyes and lay still, waiting for the ordeal to end.
Danny started grunting louder and louder, he reached his hand round and grabbed Scott’s dick, “you not enjoying this Scotty?” he pulled Scott’s flaccid dick hard, he whimpered and bit harder on the pillow, willing it to be over. Danny moaned loudly, “Fuck Scotty, I’m gunna cum” he pushed deep inside and moaned even louder as he exploded into Scott’s arse. Scott could feel it pouring into his bowel; he shuffled uncomfortably as the hot cum fired into his insides, covering every crevice. Danny shot four more spurts inside his arse, and then pulled out with an audible pop. He picked up Scott’s shirt off the floor and wiped his dick clean, then wiped the sweat off his back. He got off the bed and headed for the shower, then turned round and looked at Scott. He lay on the bed exhausted; his hole gaping as cum dripped out of him and onto the bed sheets, there was blood on his cheeks from the assault. His back and thighs glistened with sweat and the pillow was covered with tears.
Danny rummaged along the cabinet opposite the bed and found what he wanted, he turned round and called Scott. “Yeah?” Scott replied lifting his head and looking behind him, “Say cheese” Danny said with a grin as he snapped a picture on his mobile. “Your dad knows your gay right?” Scotts face paled and he launched into another round of sobs, burying his face in the pillow. Danny grinned even more, “Scott, I’ll make you a deal, you don’t tell anyone about tonight and no one will see that picture, deal?”
“Yeah, deal”
“Well say thank you!”
“Thank you Danny”
“Good lad, now get dressed and get out”
“Can I not have a shower?” Scott pleaded, fresh tears springing to his eyes. Danny laughed “No, done with you now, I got a thing for virgins, but you’re not one any more, sooooo yeah. Dressed and out. If your still here when I get out the shower, everyone will see that piccy, got it?” Scott nodded, but refused to make eye contact with him. Danny stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and slammed into the bathroom.
Scott grabbed his clothes and put them on, trying to ignore the cum and blood slowly leaking down his legs, it hurt to stand and it took a few seconds to master walking normally. As he grabbed his keys and phone he went to walk out the room, then turned back and grabbed the pillow, hugging it to his chest as he walked out the flat and towards his car.
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Scott arrived at the bridge; he looked towards the hidden alcove and could see someone sat hunched over. He stood there for a few seconds trying to work out who it was, he saw the person glance in his direction. Scott pulled a face, it was still too dark to tell, and the rain wasn’t making things any easier. Scott watched for a few more seconds, and saw the guy light a cigarette. The few seconds that the lighter flashed, Scott saw a scab on his lip and that familiar facial hair. He took a deep breath and walked over to where Isaac was sitting.
Scott walked into the alcove and sat on the bench next to Isaac; he pulled his hood down and ran a hand through his hair, shaking off the excess water. Scott glanced to the side and caught Isaac watching him, he turned fully and half smiled at him. Isaac glared at him “Did I say you could fucking look at me?” Scott stared straight back to his feet. Isaac curse under his breath, that wasn’t how he’d planned to react but Scott’s face had just pissed him off. He flicked his cigarette out of the alcove and pulled another out of the packet, placing it too his lips, he shook the lighter, and made a mental note to buy another soon. Lighting the cigarette he inhaled and sat back, looking at Scott he exhaled and put his hand into his pocket. Pulling the packet out from his coat he flipped the lid and lent over to Scott “Cig?” Scott looked at him and went to shake his head, he didn’t smoke, but then changed his mind, this was a breakthrough. He smiled and took one, placing it to his lips as Isaac had. Isaac tossed him the lighter and chuckled to himself as he watched Scott try and work out how to use it. He leant over and placed his hand over Scott’s, he sparked the lighter and told Scott to inhale whilst he held the cigarette in the flame. Isaac laughed again as Scott’s eyes watered and he coughed up the smoke. After a few seconds, Scott took another drag, he sort of liked it, and he guessed it earned a few points with Isaac, even if he had made a total twat of himself at first.
Isaac laughed again as Scott tried to flick the butt like he had, and ended up burning himself. Scott sucked his finger into his mouth as Isaac watched.
“That fucking hurt”
“Yeah, burning yourself tends to do that”
“Better not get a blister or something”
“You won’t, lemme see?”
Scott held his hand up to Isaac; he grabbed it and inspected the finger a little closer. Scott’s breathing changed at his touch, Isaac chuckled again and let go. “So, why’d you follow me?” Scott stared at him, “I’m not sure, I guess I felt bad, you’re getting all this shit cos I did something stupid” “yeah I am” Isaac retorted “ but I’ll get over it” he said as he shuffled a bit closer to Scott.
Scott’s breathing changed again, Isaac lent closer to him and pressed his lips against his. Scott’s entire body melted as Isaac ran his hand through his hair. He placed his hand on Scott’s neck and slowly ran his hand down towards his chest; he unfastened the first button on his shirt as Scott began to moan. Scott went to put his hand on Isaac’s leg and Isaac shoved his hand back “didn’t say you could touch me” he said as his lips were still pressed against Scotts, the words vibrating against his lips. Scott accepted this and let Isaac carry on, he shuddered as he ran a finger across his nipple, then grabbed it and twisted sharply. Scott whimpered and Isaac chuckled as he continued to kiss him. He stopped, moving down to Scott’s jaw and nibbling down, then kissing his neck as he continued twisting and pulling on his nipple.
Suddenly he stopped, Scott whined in horror; he’d never felt so much pleasure from one kiss. Isaac’s eyes were dark again “fasten your shirt” his voice was gruff, he had no idea what his voice could do to Scott, even when he was mad. Scott quickly fastened his shirt up again and looked at Isaac, Isaac flashed a grin and chuckled, “you look devastated” Scott pouted “I am, that was pretty hot, why stop when I’m getting into it?”
Isaac chuckled again. It was beginning to annoy Scott. “Come on” Isaac said as he got to his feet and pulled his hood up, Scott felt a flutter in his chest and his butterflies came back “Where we going?” Isaac flashed him that sexy grin, “my place? If you wanna that is? We can see what else you can get into” Scott went red and stared at the floor, Isaac started walking, letting Scott decide.
A block or so away from the bridge, Isaac heard running behind him, “hey Iss, wait up!” Isaac didn’t stop, but he slowed down, he even let the irritating nickname slide. Scott caught up and they walked quickly side by side. Isaac grinned; Scott glanced sideways at him, “What you so happy about?” “Nothing” Isaac replied with, “Just guess things are working out” Scott smiled and walked a little closer to him. Isaac smiled again. Things were working out, Scott thought he liked him, and that’s just what he wanted.
Tonight was about to get a whole lot better.

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