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Illuga wasn’t a person to leave tasks halfway done, to overlook any sort of small details. So when a big problem arose while in university, it was safe to say his life got flipped upside down. He had been living in a student dorm off-campus for two years now, and for two years he had endured the shittiest possible roommates. Each day Illuga would wake up for his 9am morning class and then come back home in the afternoon wordlessly. Every day he lived the same routine, waking up early, coming home, doing homework, and going to sleep. And every day his roommates somehow invented a new problem.
Maybe they thought it would just be fine to throw house parties on a weekday without alerting their third roommate. Maybe they just weren’t raised to wash the dishes or put food back in the fridge after taking it out…maybe they saw no problems in dirtying up the bathroom every morning…. As time passed, Illuga learned to drown out their noise and focus on his studies. You could say that he was indeed a star student, having been valedictorian of his high school and showing no signs of stopping in university. You also would never have guessed that he lived with such obnoxious party-loving roommates.
It all came down to a problem with his housing, he hadn’t intended to live with these people but the dorm he wanted became full before he could even talk to the homeowner for himself. He hated changing his routine, so he chose to endure the bad conditions here instead of picking up and moving again when the new semester began. But now, he no longer had a choice. His roommates’ carelessness was leading to them getting evicted finally…something that was unfortunately expected. One noise complaint too many and they were out. So, mid-semester, Illuga found himself posting his profile on housing search sites.
He had heard about how much of a scam these sites were, that people could even get killed or kidnapped from them, but what choice did he really have? He was searching for a place to stay close to campus so anybody he finds would likely be a student. And his fellow students couldn’t be worse than his previous roommates…right?
Finally, on a Friday after class, Illuga received a notification. Somebody had checked his profile and sent him a message! It read:
From: Lohen, 22
Heard you’re looking for a place to move? My old roommate just moved out and there’s an empty bedroom here. This weekend you can come and take a look around and if you like it, I’ll help you move your stuff.
Oh, what a relief it was to see this. Time was really starting to get tight, since being evicted Illuga had been living on borrowed time and sleeping on the couch at a friend’s place. Even if this “Lohen”’s place was really terrible, this was the only response he had gotten within the week. And so without hesitation, Illuga replied, got the address, and agreed to meet at the address the next day.
Overnight, Illuga packed up more of his things. He had left a few items out in the bathroom and hadn’t planned to pack them up until the last second, but this new place’s offer was all he had. Illuga wasn’t dangerously impulsive by any means, but such a major disruption to his study routine was seriously getting on his nerves and he’d rather accept anything else than remain indebted to his friend for allowing him to sleep on his couch….
At around noon Illuga headed out. The walk to this place wasn’t far at all, just across his small campus and actually closer to the part of campus where the majority of his classes were held. What a relief it would be to be spared the draining walk, especially in the icy snow.
When Illuga turned the last corner, he was met with a smiling face at the apartment’s door. Was this the Lohen guy? At first glance, Illuga mentally remarked that he was shorter than expected, but at least he didn’t seem intimidating…unlike his previous roommates who were like towers above him. In the worst case scenario, at least Illuga could probably beat this Lohen in a fight if he turned out to be trouble. Besides his height, Lohen’s hair color was remarkably similar to Illuga’s own, just a bit cooler toned and blue. The guy wore a smile on his face, extending his hand in a handshake. At least his gestures were polite, which Illuga appreciated. Illuga took his hand in reciprocation and upon looking up at him, noticed that his eyes were rather, unmistakably empty. Not that Lohen’s smile could be described as ‘warm’ per se, but his eyes in comparison were frigid.
Despite this, Illuga came to himself, mentally noting that his roommate’s eyes really have nothing to do with his livability or the apartment itself…so it shouldn’t affect his judgement. Just because this guy gave him a bit of a chill, it didn’t mean anything important.
Lohen led him up the stairs and to the fourth floor. “And this, this is our room. Fourth floor. The elevator hasn’t worked in weeks really, I texted the landlord but he doesn’t seem to reply,” he laughed, twisting the key in the lock. “Don’t worry though, this place is just fine.”
The place really did look fine. There was a mat to take off Illuga’s shoes before entering the main rooms of the apartment, which added some charm.
Lohen brushed past him to point to a room off to the left. “This one would be yours. The old guy took all his stuff but there’s furniture already here.” Lohen continued his tour, pointing to his room (which would be right next to Illuga’s), the bathroom, and then to the kitchen and salon on the right. “Sometimes I like to cook here, you’re welcome to help yourself.”
Wow, this Lohen was surprisingly kind and, dare he say, charming.
“It really looks wonderful,” Illuga said, checking out the room that would be his. There was a desk and a chair already in the room, with a bed in the corner. He couldn’t think of anything more that he could need. “I’ll take it!”
“Ah, how nice!”
Maybe it was just Illuga, but Lohen’s smile at his acceptance came off a little unnerving. Perhaps a little too excited. Nonetheless, it wasn’t like he could find anywhere better than this.
“You can move your stuff in immediately and if you like, I can help carry things. Wouldn’t want you to carry so much, you might get hurt ya know?”
“Oh, no- no need, I’ll get my friend to help me! I’ll get everything moved by tonight though,” Illuga replied. He didn’t really want to bother Lohen and besides, the help wasn’t absolutely necessary. It’s not like he was moving furniture or anything, just a few suitcases worth of clothes and belongings.
Lohen looked slightly hurt for some reason. He continued on though, asking Illuga for his number so they could keep in contact. When Illuga came back, he would receive his room key and so on. And so Illuga left without waiting, waving to Lohen before shutting the door behind him.
In truth, Lohen couldn’t be happier. His new roommate would absolutely give him that which he desired most, right? Illuga’s eyes, his lips, his earnest politeness all intrigued Lohen in a way nobody else had before. Illuga gave off an air of studious and righteous morality and there was nothing in the world more fun to defile.
That night, around 6pm, Illuga came knocking at the door. Finally, this was the last suitcase he needed to bring with him. He lugged it over the doorframe and to his room before flopping down on the bare mattress. For this moment, he didn’t even care about how disgusting it probably was…the previous roommate here probably left all his germs in this too, judging from how that person hadn’t even bothered to give the room’s windowsill a clean before moving out. So much dirt and grime would give Illuga a cleaning job before he ever finished unpacking.
His thinking was interrupted by a presence at the door.
“Illuga!” Lohen called. “I’m making dinner now if you’d like any. It’s lentil soup and bread. You’re welcome to come after you finish unpacking.”
“One moment,” Illuga replied. He really did like lentil soup, and he felt a little bad for making a judgement of Lohen’s character at first when he was so kind in actuality…. His previous roommates had never once invited him to partake in dinner together. At his own home too, Illuga often ate alone. Eating with someone else was a special occasion, and he deeply appreciated Lohen’s hospitality to a stranger (although that stranger was his roommate).
Illuga was greeted with Lohen’s sly smile as he entered the kitchen.
“Come, sit, sit,” he beckoned. In hindsight, Lohen beckoned him as an owner would call their dog in a way….
It turns out that Lohen’s cooking was very, very good. Illuga noted that his good cooking skills only added to his existing charm, that sly smile pulling him in further. It felt really good to finally have a roommate to spend company with, albeit just a mealtime spent together.
For those years he spent in the shitty apartment with disgusting roommates, he had convinced himself that he preferred to be alone. He was so sure that his routine was all he needed and that he was perfectly content with the mundane ritual of waking up, going to school, coming home, studying, and going to bed. Just one singular meal spent together in good company was lifting his spirits. This place was shaping up to be wonderful.
After the meal, Illuga insisted on helping Lohen wash the dishes. It was only fair that since Lohen had cooked so much, Illuga should pull his weight too. He didn’t realize that in such a short time, the two were already changing routines around each other to resemble that of a couple’s.
“You really don’t need to help me, ya know, I lived here with that other guy and he never helped with the dishes not even once. You seem like you’re busier than I am, I don’t mind if you go back to unpacking,” Lohen smiled.
“No, it's fine… I’m used to cleaning, my old roommates made a mess of our place and I’d wash their stuff.”
“Pushover, aren’t you?”
“I don’t wanna be.”
“You should’ve given ‘em more pushback. Let them do their own shit.”
“I suppose.” Illuga continued to wash the dishes alongside Lohen. When he placed the last of them on the drying rack, Lohen smiled at him again.
“Wanna join me for a smoke?”
And so Illuga followed Lohen out to the balcony attached to the salon. The sun was already set, leaving the chilly air and sky bathed in darkness. From the fourth floor, he could watch the students milling around campus. On a Saturday night, there were more people out than usual. The night was still young, only around 8pm, but Illuga’s mind was growing tinged with sleep.
Lohen took a seat on the balcony’s floor. Underneath them was a little blanket, making for the perfect sitting spot to watch campus life. Lohen motioned for Illuga to take a seat next to him, which he did.
“Do you smoke?”
Illuga didn’t. Not that he hadn’t ever been curious, but every time he thought of smoking he just imagined the cost of cigarettes building up overtime and draining his already slim wallet. “Nope.”
Lohen drew out his lighter and lit a cigarette, cupping his hand around the back of the lighter so the wind couldn’t extinguish the flame. He took a drag and breathed it out, and at this moment, Illuga couldn’t deny that not only did Lohen have charm, but he was also downright attractive. Especially now, smoking in the dark, only illuminated by faint campus lampposts from below and the light of his cigarette.
“Can I try?” Illuga blurted it out before he had fully thought out his sentence, and now that he had said those words aloud, he became a little embarrassed.
Lohen gave him a sly smile and an ‘mhm’ before not even passing the cigarette to Illuga’s hand, but instead holding it to his mouth for him. “Just inhale and exhale it, like that, yeah….”
Illuga was so caught off-guard by the edge of his lips making contact with Lohen’s fingers that he ended up in the most humiliating coughing fit of his life, with Lohen laughing and patting his back as if he was going to choke to death.
“That’s okay, first time’s hard but ya know it’s better to not ruin your lungs in the first place. That shit hurts.”
“Well then shouldn’t you be quitting?”
“Ehh…It feels good, the burning in my lungs.”
Oh, must be one of those masochistic types. That wasn’t Illuga’s business though. He was ready to change the subject when he caught a glimpse of something that looked like a scar peeking from Lohen’s short sleeve. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to brush Lohen’s bare skin with his shaky fingers.
“Is that a-”
“Yeah, I know. It’s a scar. Like ‘em?”
And for the first time since meeting Lohen, Illuga saw light in his eyes. “Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that-” he began, apologizing profusely.
“Wanna look more?” Lohen took another drag of his cigarette before using his free hand to move his sleeve up, revealing an upper arm full of scarred skin. Some of the scars were deeper than others, with raised pink skin turning purplish from being exposed to the chill air.
Illuga had never seen someone’s skin like this up close. Of course he knew of scars and self harm and injuries of all sorts from the horrors of war for example, but he had never…seen it in person.
“Cmon, don’t be shy, you can touch if you want.”
It didn’t slip past Illuga that Lohen’s voice was almost quivering. So hushed and fragile, like a thread waiting to snap.
Illuga’s throat went dry as his face flushed. He placed a shaking hand upon Lohen’s skin, delicately brushing over the raised scars. His skin was so warm to the touch against the chill of the air, but Illuga was hesitant to linger for too long. The air between them was so tense and unsure it was making his stomach hurt terribly.
To Lohen though, the short contact of Illuga’s fingers to his scars felt like a shot of electricity right between his thighs, which he squeezed tighter unconsciously. He nearly forgot about the cigarette in his hand until sparks came to fall on his legs, his memory and mind only catching up to him when Illuga pulled away from their touch.
“It’s cold, we should get inside,” Illuga quickly changed the subject, getting up from the floor and turning to the door to hide his reddened cheeks. There was really nothing to be ashamed about, Lohen’s face was even more red, his eyes gleaming with a spark of light.
Illuga and Lohen exchanged ‘goodnights’ before returning to their respective rooms. There was a lot to think about.
Illuga lay in bed that night, staring at his ceiling. What the fuck just happened? He scolded himself over and over because what kind of disgusting pervert was he for just touching someone’s scars without asking? And even with permission, what kind of request was that? And worst of all, why was it…attractive? The touch of Lohen’s burning skin and the small inhale he made as Illuga touched him replied in his mind over and over. Maybe if he just avoided Lohen tomorrow and went to the library instead, all of this would blow over with time.
Just one thin wall away, Lohen was the complete opposite, barely containing his ecstasy. He was confused too, but in a different way: why did Illuga’s touch feel so good in particular? He traced over his own arm just as Illuga had done only minutes before, but there was no such spark. He only knew that whatever had happened, he needed more of it. And to get more of it, he needed to spend more time with Illuga.
On Sunday morning, Illuga woke up early to study at the library. Luckily, Lohen wasn’t awake yet, which made sense since it was a Sunday morning. He was careful not to disturb his sleeping roommate regardless as he got ready. Just as he opened the front door to leave, Lohen opened his bedroom door.
“Ah, good morning! I’ll make breakfast if you wait a little while.”
“I apologize, I was just about to go out and study,” Illuga replied, readjusting his backpack straps as if to drive the point home that he really wanted to leave. Lohen clearly did not take that hint.
“No no, I insist! It’s too early to go out right now, especially without food.” He smiled. Illuga found himself under the obligation of politeness once again. Wow, what a pushover.
Now, this wouldn’t be much of a problem if it was only on special occasions. But Lohen found a way to trap Illuga with him at nearly every mealtime, to the point that Illuga almost missed his shitty roommates that never cast him a second glance. After the incident on their first night together, Illuga had felt such an awkward tension with Lohen that the latter had seemingly never noticed. He tried as hard as he could to sneak out to his 9am classes even two hours earlier just to spend a morning free without Lohen, but to no avail. Whenever he tried to stand his ground (and not be a pushover, remember!) Lohen would give him the saddest look possible, even one time grabbing Illuga’s arm in an effort to pull him back inside. And so, the two continued their awkward dance around each other. Breakfast was together time, afternoon was together time, evening was together time. His life became class and Lohen, and he really wondered if Lohen even bothered to attend his own classes, what with all this free time he had….
Lohen wasn’t very concerned with schooling. He attended the bare minimum of his classes, coming on the days of midterms and the final exams. He rented this nice place, cooked nice meals, smoked, played games, and jerked off. And somehow he still did well in school. He naturally had a sharp mind after all. Nothing about Illuga’s avoidance escaped his observation.
Everyday, as per his routine, Illuga came straight home after his afternoon classes. He should’ve been home before 4pm for sure. But he still hadn’t come back. Illuga never sent any texts to Lohen unless he texted first, but Lohen double checked his messages just in case he somehow missed one. Nope, nothing.
Lohen paced around his room, anxiously biting at his nails. This was getting annoying, he had made food for Illuga when he came home, but he wasn’t there. And it was almost time for him to start prepping dinner too. Well, maybe he’d be home by dinner time then!
Lohen went off into the kitchen, humming to himself. By the time he finished cooking and preparing everything, surely his dear Illuga would be home. He just had to survive the long cooking time and then on the other side of his patience he would be nicely rewarded. As he brought the water on the stove to a boil, he couldn’t stop checking his notifications every minute. His volume was up, he would hear if there was something. But still he manually checked to an obsessive degree.
The time was around 5.30pm now. Lohen had made pasta and plated it for himself. There was no text, no knock at the door. He ate alone, feeling annoyance whenever he glanced at the empty plate in Illuga’s spot. All that nice work, all these meals for him like a dutiful housewife just to be repaid with his unexpected absence. How cruel…not like he had expected something in return; maybe he hoped their routine had meant more to Illuga.
On the other side of campus, Illuga, the ever-reliable and on time student was three shots of vodka deep into the night. After class, the friend whose place he stayed at briefly had invited him for a drink or two. Or three. He hadn’t gone drinking in around a year actually, and since his living situation was once again bringing a new type of stress upon him, he obliged. After all, he dutifully went home after class every single day for months. It wasn’t a huge deal if he loosened up.
The situation that awaited him back at home was nothing like he expected. On an average night, Lohen would’ve returned back to his room after their shared dinner, but now he unlocked the door rather clumsily to find that Lohen’s bedroom door was wide open and his light was on despite the rest of the house being dark.
“Lohen?” he softly called out.
“Don’t fucking piss me off,” Lohen came out of his room and said. He stood in the doorway in his pajama pants and a shirt showing off his exposed shoulder and scarred upper arm. Drawing closer, the smell of alcohol burned his nose. “And fuck, you reek of alcohol.”
“I went out with my friend. Sorry, I’m a bit drunk, I’ll just head to bed.” Clearly his drunkenness bothered Lohen, so it was better to avoid his prissy roommate’s attitude than to fight. If he wanted to discuss this matter, then he could wait until Illuga was fully sober.
“I make you meals everyday and you couldn’t even text me that you were going out.”
“It’s not really a big deal, we’re together everyday and you’ll see me tomorrow too,” Illuga said. He really just wanted to push past Lohen and get to his room.
Lohen just giggled. “Want to see what I did while you were gone?” His eyes glinted and he licked his lips playfully. He took Illuga’s hand in one of his own, using the other to push up his sleeve and force Illuga’s fingers to touch what he quickly came to realize were fresh scars along his forearm.
Instantaneously, Illuga withdrew his hand and slapped Lohen’s away in disgust. “What the fuck?” His eyes were those of shock as he quickly sobered up to the situation.
“What, don’t like it? Don’t lie to me, you made me do this. It felt so good to think of you while cutting, don’t you know? You make me feel so good, Illuga.” Lohen’s voice was barely coming out above a whisper, but unlike the other times they had talked in the quiet of the night, it was dripping in sweet lust.
Lohen took advantage of Illuga’s shock and bewilderment as a moment to push him against the entranceway wall. His lips pushed hard against Illuga’s, sucking all the breath from his lungs as if sucking the soul from his body. Wasn’t it fair? To make him hurt too? It felt so good to see the shock and fear in his face and oh, his lips were so soft even as he tried to keep them sealed shut and resist Lohen.
Lohen bit as hard as he could on Illuga’s bottom lip, drawing out a cry of pain that he relished in before shutting him up again, this time with his tongue down his throat. Lohen was slightly taller than Illuga although still short, but it gave him the advantage in keeping Illuga’s body caged between his and the wall. Illuga’s saliva was addicting to the taste, although it reeked of vodka. Lohen tried to run his tongue along Illuga’s teeth before the other finally shoved him away with all his strength. Lohen stumbled back for a moment, only laughing when he got a good look at Illuga’s flushed face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat, touching at his lip to feel for blood.
“Don’t you wanna take it out on me?”
“I want you to leave me the fuck alone.”
“Aww, no fun…,” he pouted. “Come on, play with me, I know you want to.” He drew closer once again, but didn’t try to kiss Illuga. Not again, not yet. “Ah, what’s this then?” Lohen remarked breathily, taking the opportunity from their proximity to shove a thigh between Illuga’s legs and catch him off guard. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
Illuga could barely stand it. The scent of Lohen was surrounding him so intensely, his drunken mind struggling to keep up with his logical voice screaming at him to get out. “You think forcing yourself on me will get you what you want?”
“Well it is, isn’t it?”
Lohen’s expression was so cocky that Illuga wanted nothing more than to slap that crooked, daring smirk off his pretty face.
Lohen took Illuga’s hand in his and led him to his bedroom because in truth, the least he could do was get them out of the hallway and into a place more…suitable. And by some miracle, Illuga followed.
That cockiness was short-lived because as soon as the door to the bedroom shut behind them, Illuga had Lohen slammed against the door with his hand around his throat. “You don’t let me go out, you don’t let me leave, you force me to touch you, is this what you want?”
Lohen nodded weakly, as far up and down as his head could go given the restraint. The force with which his head hit the door was making him see stars, and he swore he could feel his own slick dripping down his thigh by now. Illuga was so rough with him, maybe rougher now than his sober self would have been. Ah, what a blessing.
Illuga’s hand squeezed tighter around Lohen’s throat until he could barely get out a moan from how constricted his airway had become.
“..M…ore..”
Lohen’s plea was met with a harsh slap in the face that left his ear ringing.
Suddenly Illuga released his grip on him and Lohen crumbled to the floor as his legs gave out from under him. Illuga felt no sympathy anymore for the poor sight before him, since he had been pushed to this breaking point after all. Some kind of slut like Lohen didn't deserve sympathy.
“It feels so good,” he whined, his own hand tracing around the bruises forming from Illuga's death grip on his throat. “Fuck…please give me more. Please.”
Illuga looked down upon Lohen's tear filled eyes with a sadistic sort of pity. He crouched down to the floor and pulled himself forward to straddle Lohen's lap as he lay slouched against the door frame. Everything was a muddled blur to Lohen's dizzy head, so much so that he was caught off guard by the cold, metallic click of Illuga's emergency pocket knife being opened and in a split second pressed to his neck. The weight and cold chill of the blade on his hot skin made him moan and grind his hips upward against Illuga.
“If you ever try this again I'll fucking slit your throat,” Illuga threatened. His voice was so hot in Lohen's ear he was nearly on the verge of tears trying not to cum. But this death threat, this promise of love, this act of defilement was almost too much to bear.
“Cut me. Slit my throat here please ple-”
He was cut off by Illuga’s careful swipe of the blade, cutting just lightly on the side of his neck enough to make it bleed. Lohen's head lolled off to the side with thin trickles of blood running down his neck was a beautiful sight to behold. Lohen didn't even notice he had cum from being cut, not until he tried to feel around to get up and found a pool of his own slick beneath him. Unsurprisingly he wasn't able to stand up, his whole body and mind completely gone in just a matter of minutes. Not like he would get far with Illuga pinning him down anyways.
Illuga spat in his face. “That's what you wanted all along? You fucking freak.”
Lohen could only moan and drool out of the corners of his mouth as Illuga dug his nails into the cut he had just made. The harder he pressed inside it, the more Lohen tried to seek friction and grind on him with that cute fucked out expression of his. With his free hand, Illuga shoved two fingers inside Lohen’s mouth, letting him suck on them while his drool dripped down his shirt. Illuga wasn't kind about it though, his fingers randomly reaching back so far as to make Lohen gag on them, just to see the tears spring into his eyes anew.
Illuga pulled away, his fingers leaving the cut and Lohen's mouth as he stood up. He impatiently hoisted Lohen up after, laughing that the boy in front of him had been strong enough to force him against the wall just a short while before. And now he was a teary and broken mess. Illuga pulled Lohen's back to his chest before punching him as hard as possible in the stomach, forcing Lohen to keel over, only standing from the strength of Illuga holding him up. The boy dry heaved in pain, his breath hitching and his stomach acid threatening to come up. Another gush of slick soaked through his underwear, as if they hadn't been ruined enough already. His body was practically begging to be fucked even when his mind could barely form proper speech.
Illuga hoisted him back up and threw him onto the bed, not caring to be gentle. Lohen’s arm smacked against the wall from the force of being thrown, but he could barely feel any sort of pain anymore. As Illuga pressed their lips together in a disgustingly sloppy kiss, all he could do was lay down and take it. Their mixed saliva tasted of metallic blood, bile, and alcohol that stung Lohen’s throat too. He swallowed it all back down hungrily before gasping into Illuga’s mouth for more.
From his angle above Lohen, Illuga had easy access to push the other’s shirt up, exposing his boobs and hard nipples that had been poking through the thin layer of his shirt for a while now. Illuga licked his lips before taking one of the boy’s nipples in his mouth. Lohen let out a desperate moan, arching his back off the mattress at the feeling of Illuga’s hungry tongue on his body. He grasped at Illuga’s hair as he continued. With a loud cry, Lohen was sent over the edge, cumming again at the sensation of his sensitive nipple between Illuga’s perfect teeth.
“You’re ready now, aren’t you?” Illuga said. He wasn’t going to wait for a remark anyways. It’s not like Lohen was going to deny him and then they would end up cuddling and falling asleep together. He had started this, so clearly he wanted it. And whatever happened between them, this would be the last night of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, let alone of the future.
Lohen weakly gave a nod anyways, which Illuga didn’t even notice while he roughly pulled Lohen’s pants and underwear down to his ankles and then off completely. How unfair, Lohen lay sprawled out and naked besides his shirt, still pulled up to expose his torso and chest, while Illuga was fully dressed. It was so degrading this way, to be laid out as if waiting to be devoured. And Illuga’s gaze was so piercing that he may as well have been devoured whole from those hungry eyes alone.
Illuga’s nimble fingers undid his belt, threw it to the floor, and pulled down the zipper of his pants. The wet patch on his underwear stained with pre cum made Lohen gasp. He felt so achingly empty, his pussy swollen and dripping onto the sheets below them.
“Please…,” he began to choke out, instinctively reaching out to feel the straining erection in Illuga’s underwear. His fingers felt along the sensitive ridges of his cock, to which Illuga let out an accidental gasp of pleasure. “Please fuck me. Breed me.”
“Greedy fucking whore, can’t resist touching me, was this your plan all along, huh? You want some stranger to come knock you up?” Illuga felt out of control really, wasting no time in taking out his aching cock and spreading Lohen’s legs as far as he could.
Lohen just moaned in reply, simultaneously high and drunk off his pain and lust. He had never felt this wet in his whole life, slick spilling out of him at just the sight of illuga’s cock ready to breed him full. The fact that just one contact with Illuga’s pre cum could potentially get him pregnant made his mouth water. He wasn’t going to last long by now, Lohen was ready to cum from just one daring bit of eye contact. “Please…fuck…rape me.”
It seemed like Lohen’s words had done a number on Illuga because he quit all the stalling and ruthlessly shoved his cock inside in one go. Lohen was so wet there was no need for prep, and the pain of the stretch felt nauseatingly good. How kind and beautiful Illuga was to truly give him what he wanted, a pain that felt too good to be true. All he could do was whine as Illuga hit so deeply inside him again and again, knocking the air from his lungs. He was so deep inside that Lohen felt as if his throat was closing.
Lohen’s moaning and the slick sounds of his pussy were driving Illuga closer and closer to the edge. He felt more pre cum spill inside Lohen as he slammed his hips in faster and sloppier. He spread Lohen’s thighs apart as far as possible again and pushed them up to his chest. If he was going to rape this boy pregnant, then he should cum inside at the best possible angle to hit his womb, right? He was so insatiable, beyond reason, eyes glossed over watching the mix of their pre cum and slick ruin the front of Illuga’s pants and the sheets below. None of that mattered.
With one final cry, Lohen’s orgasm hit him harder than anything before, his eyes screwed shut and thighs shakingly uncontrollably. His release was so strong that he squirted and clamped down hard on Illuga’s cock, sending him over the edge as well. The release and sensation of his hot cum against his cervix brought tears of pleasure to Lohen’s eyes. The two remained connected as the last drops of Illuga’s cum finished spilling inside him. Lohen never wanted him to pull out, so as not to waste such a precious gift.
Slowly, Illuga pulled out, shoving his fingers into Lohen’s pussy to keep his cum inside instead. Their mixed fluids still dripped down his palm and his wrist regardless, since just the presence of Illuga’s fingers inside him seemed to make Lohen relentlessly horny all over again.
“You really came from being raped.”
“Yeah, haha you finally gave me what I wanted!” Through the brutal beating he took and the full body soreness, Lohen still had the energy to give that crazed laugh of his.
“You’re a sick freak.”
“Ah…but aren’t you just as guilty as me?”
It’s not like Lohen went out for classes that much, even less so in the following weeks. But on the occasions he did go out, when permitted, it was never without his new bought black choker. Which, by all means, was much akin to a collar. The leather of it rubbed so softly against Lohen’s neck bruises and cuts, just enough to keep him hooked on the slight pain all day. It was rather important, though, that Lohen not go out much. If people saw how much he limped, if they saw the tiredness in his eyes, Illuga’s dear pet would lose his home to come back to.
And no pet can live without his master.