Sheamus.
i hear you knockin', but you cant come in. Fingers buried deep and tight in his hair , head pushed up against the wall, his mouth bled and i licked it clean, smearing the dirt from the tumble into the gash in his forehead with my thumb. he winced at the pain. i pulled harder, bringing him close , so that he could hear me clearly as i spoke, flipping him around so that he faced away instead.His cheek met the brick and i felt my engorgement swelling from below.
"This is a mistake..." he slurred.
i forced my hips against his ass and pinned him this way,then , with lips caressing his ear, i told him.
" i love every little word that comes out of that dirty little mouth of yours.Every lie that you fill my air with your stink, every breath you waste another second on, i want it, i want you , to be mine and only mine, belonging only to me; i want to crush my lips into your frailty and take it in, tasting myself there,then leave you maimed and for dead,beaten the way you deserve ; discarded in some shallow cesspool hole of a grave, to rot in your own filth, to truely become the nothing that you are.
This is the truth,
You are less than nothing, and i hate you , because you make me feel;my love for you twists me up in knots on the inside, it rips me into little tiny pieces.It owns me , in the same way that i know your hatred for me owns you right now,and every goddamned day, how it makes you think of me ; I'm in your conciousness, i'm inside of you now and forever, my Love; you pathetic, worthless, spineless little piece of shit. And ,i know that you will never see me the way i see you, you'll never love me back, or want or need me the way i want and need you......Thats what hurts the most."
Gus's struggle was for nought: he was bigger but i had the upper hand with his arm twisted tight behind his back ; i kissed the tender curls at his nape, smoothing the length of his hair away and down his shoulder.
" Its grown since last i saw you." i said, loosening my grip a bit , releasing his cheek from the wall. He took this as chance to escape and i kneed him then, hard, in the gut. He collapsed , groaning to the ground. I rolled him on his back as the tears rolled down his face in pain, and undid my pants. Hell,no one was around, and he was this far from unconciousness; I pinned his hands back, above his head staddleing his shoulders and neck, sitting my ass on his chest, leaning foreward.
he barely fought. i slapped him anyways.
" ...Dont."
"be quiet. " i said. "Your going to suck my cock now."
he protested, but i knew what was going on inside of his head . This was how we used to play, what he had done to me a hundred times before. I knew that on one hand,he really didnt want to , that he was ashamed of his desire ,but that at the same time he wanted, needed, my cock in his mouth,and for me to hurt him.
"Open." i demanded, and he complied with not too much reisitance.Hell, he even leaned foreward.looking over my shoulder i couldnt have missed the bulge in his pants. i grabbed him by the hair on the top if his head as he lay there, likea passicve fuckdoll at first undoubtably angry at himself b ut enjoying it too much to fight, then rolled so that i could rub his cock through his pants,i lay this way ontop of him, and fucked his face. He got into it, and i fucked harder,his moans egging me on, closer to completion . gods, his cock got hard, and i knew he would cum soon,and undid his pants finally, so i could tease him more. when i released his fine cock it diribbled with precum and twitched in my hand.
"Oh, you arent enjoying this, are you?" I laughed as i stroked him: " oh ,. you Are a nasty little fuck." His mouth was like hot fluid motion by this point, and the quicker i stroked him , he better he sucked, letting out inescapable moans and groans of physical pleasure . Just before i came, i thought twice and pulled my cock out of his hungry mouth, then lay myself over him , face to face. He was out of breath and our cocks touched, sliding slippery against one another., i felt his hips bucking against mine, beyond his control.
"You are the same cocksucking little slut you always were. I just never understood the levels to which you were ruled by your cock before. " As i spoke i wrenched his pants lower down his ass, squeezing his nipple, and stroked his cock. he wasnt even fighting me anymore , and lay there, looking into my eyes, waiting for what came next, petulant and angry . then in one motion, i flipped him over onto the pavement,spat in my hand and lubricated his ass. With one hand on his left hip,and the other guiding it in,i jammed my wet cock up his tight ass,pumping it all the way in, and then out. he tried not to cry out ; i slapped his ass as i rode him,then reached around to the front and in a few short strokes , he was bucking his willing ass up against my hard member in a fit of orgasm, drenching the ground in front of us; watching him writhe threw my own orgasm over the edge and i came as he shouted in pleasure and pain, pumping his ass full of my juice, arms wrapped around his middle.
For a time we stayed like that. I kissed his neck, his back, ran my hand over his tingling skin, my own.
I withdrew and stood , rebuttoning my pants. He didnt move. I turned ,and walked away.