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Phil Watson was a normal man. He lived alone and worked from home, and he was fond of commuting to the local library or coffee shop. He appeared to be like any other middle-aged man passing the time in a boring, empty life.
The reality was quite the contrary. Phil was a rapist. He enjoyed scouring the faces that littered the streets in hopes of finding new prey. He enjoyed carrying his victims into his car and raping them as they cried for mercy. As he hit his moment of bliss he would always cherish the horrified face that stared back at him, eyes pleading for an end to the terror he had inflicted on them. Phil considered himself quite the sadist.
Often, he would ditch his victims right back where he found them after having his way. He’d lure pretty boys from the bar into his car and use them till they were unconscious before dropping them back off in the alley. If his victim was especially fun, he might even take it home for a while. It was always a wonderful experience taking someone unwilling. Phil couldn’t get enough of it.
Phil’s latest interest lay in a blonde-haired teen that had started to frequent the cafe around the same time Phil was usually there. The first time Phil had seen the boy it was later in the evening. Tommy—Phil had learned that Tommy was his name—Tommy had been typing away at his laptop frantically, likely stressing about some deadline on some paper. Phil chuckled to himself. Kids.
Phil didn’t usually come to the cafe at night. He liked to come in the afternoon a few times a week. Strangely enough, after his first sighting of the boy, they met again.
Tommy was already seated in a corner of the cafe, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop, but he glanced up for a moment when Phil walked in. The slight acknowledgment made Phil feel almost elusive—Tommy had no idea, no idea what Phil had planned for him.
Everything had fallen into place so easily . Tommy’s schedule worked perfectly with Phil’s, they saw each other nearly every day. Of course, they never really interacted. Nothing aside from fleeting stares and small, half-smiles.
Tommy never left before Phil did. That was one thing Phil noticed. Tommy almost always left after Phil would, though it didn’t seem to be planned, seeing as Tommy would stay cooped up in there for anywhere from five minutes to another hour.
Phil was a patient man. He always waited for the right moment to pounce, never a moment too soon.
Phil made the decision to rape Tommy.
He had gone through his morning routine just as he always did, only instead of his usual work items, laptop, and notepad, he had filled his bag with rope, lube, and even a gun. When Phil left the cafe this time he ducked into an alleyway and waited for Tommy to leave the cafe.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, the door opens and closes. Footsteps approach, and right when Phil caught sight of the blonde walking past he grabbed the teen by the back of his shirt and pulled him in, slamming him against the wall.
Tommy looked vulnerable, young, and innocent. He looked especially vulnerable when Phil pulled out his gun, placing it against Tommy’s temple. “Listen, Tommy, this is what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna do as I say and you won’t get hurt, alright?”
A frightened, stiff nod.
Phil smiled warmly. “You’re coming home with me, and I’m going to rape you. Got it? If you try anything I won’t hesitate to hurt you. It wouldn’t be my first time and it won’t be my last.”
Tommy had been going about his day like usual. Phil had just left, meaning it was time for Tommy to pack up. He gathered all his supplies, sighing as he slid his laptop into his backpack and hiked the bag over his shoulder. Time to go home.
Only it wasn’t.
Tommy's head was spinning. There was a gun to his head and all of a sudden Phil was giving him commands in a hushed voice and Tommy—Tommy couldn't think at all. Rape him? This man wanted to rape him? Phil sounded so powerful and aggressive, there was no way Tommy could have disobeyed. So he chirped out a frightened little, "Yes, sir!"
Phil smiled cruelly when Tommy agreed, knocking the gun lightly against Tommy’s temple before pulling Tommy close and pressing the gun against the small of Tommy’s back where it could be concealed. His other hand roughly gripped Tommy by the arm, keeping him in place in front of Phil. “There we go, easy, isn’t it?” Phil hummed, tugging Tommy harshly out of the alleyway.
He led the boy back to his house without suspicion; it was only a short walk away. Phil was more focused on going unnoticed than appreciating Tommy’s terror, the way he was beginning to tremble and sweat, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. Adorable.
When they arrived back at Phil’s house Phil was quick to shove Tommy inside and lock the door behind him. Phil set down his bag as Tommy stumbled, clearly in some kind of shock. The boy had collapsed onto the floor, his knees too weak to hold him up. His crystal blue eyes darted up to meet Phil’s, almost pleading with the man. “Sir? What are you gonna do to me?” his airy voice rasped, trembling slightly from how frightened he was.
Phil paid him no mind. He had Tommy right where he wanted him and there was no way he’d let the boy go. Phil cocked his gun and pointed it at Tommy to show he meant business. “How old are you, mate?” Phil asked, breaking the silence as he raked his eyes over Tommy’s body, evaluating him.
Tommy put his hands up in surrender as soon as Phil brought out the gun again. So compliant even though Phil had barely touched him yet. Tommy was tall, maybe even a little taller than Phil, but he had this disposition about him that gave away that he was just some socially awkward virgin high schooler. Phil smirked at the thought, his mind rushing with ideas of how he’d make Tommy perform the most humiliating, obscene acts he could think of just to have fun with him—maybe even make him cry. Phil certainly got lucky with this one.
“S-Sev-Seventeen…” the boy choked out, his throat incredibly dry. His eyes darted around the room, trying to map out his surroundings. “Are you.. Really gonna rape me?”
Phil froze. Wait a minute.
Was Tommy… excited?
Phil did a double-take of the boy, who was now biting his lip almost seductively. He scanned over Tommy’s lithe form, his trembling, and heavy breathing that, now that Phil was paying attention, looked more eager than scared. And then Phil’s eyes landed on Tommy’s crotch—specifically, the obvious bulge of his hardness.
Tommy was hard.
Phil’s face immediately flashed with disgust, and he took a step back, trying to process the fact that his victim was somehow pathetic enough to enjoy being raped.
“You’re getting off on this!” he hissed accusingly, anger apparent in his voice. He glared down at Tommy, pointing the gun right at the boy’s head. He paused, laughing humorlessly before he whacked the gun against the side of Tommy’s head. “Fucking freak! Just strip and get on your knees. Give me a minute to think about what to do to you,” he grumbled, rubbing his temple and sighing.
Tommy blushed shamefully, trembling like a leaf as he finally built up the courage to look Phil in the eyes. By this point he didn’t feel too threatened by the gun pressed against his head—it was just a mechanism to get him to cooperate—but the second Phil hit him with it Tommy was falling to his knees, letting out a pitiful little cry of pain as he went to rub at his head where Phil had hit him.
Phil thought for a moment before realizing he could still have fun with this. Sure, Tommy wouldn’t be begging and pleading for Phil to stop, but he could probably make him do whatever dumb, embarrassing, lewd thing he wanted. Tommy was probably just excited to get fucked, he’d do anything as long as he got off in the end, something that Phil was positive he wasn’t going to let happen.
“Right. Well, I’ve brought home some disgusting freak instead of a sweet teenager like I wanted, but that’s fine. You can still be useful, can’t you?” he hummed, cupping Tommy’s cheek, “You still want me to rape you, you slut? You still want me to fuck you so hard you tear?” he asked, his voice mockingly sweet and dripping with disgust.
Tommy nodded breathlessly, his eyes half-lidded, “Yeah.. Yes, please… I can be useful, a-anything you want. Anything,” he babbled mindlessly, sighing and nuzzling into Phil’s hand like a kitten looking for affection.
Phil cooed, pinching Tommy's cheeks before bringing his hand back and slapping him across the face. “Like a loyal fucking dog,” he scoffed, though he had a fond grin on his face. “Aren’t you? What a fucking mutt, can you bark for me?” Phil teased, leaning back and pressing the gun against Tommy’s temple again, motioning for him to go ahead and bark .
Tommy had no time to brace for the slap, so the full force of the blow was enough to knock the wind out of him. Tommy’s eyes stung with tears as he gaped up at Phil, looking almost betrayed as he reached up to touch his cheek which was quickly becoming red and splotchy.
Tommy didn’t have even a moment to recover before he was receiving a new order—one that was so embarrassing that Tommy didn’t think he’d be able to do it even if he wanted to. His voice caught in his throat, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to fulfill the order, but he had too much pride. He just couldn’t .
Phil was back to absolutely loving this, his erection straining in his pants. He was about to give another order, but something else caught his eye.
“What’s in your pocket?”
Phil could see a folded-up piece of paper just barely sticking out of Tommy’s front pocket. Phil was instantly curious. It could just be nothing. It could just be Tommy’s receipt from the cafe. Or, it would be something much more interesting.
Tommy was quick to stuff the folded-up paper back into his pocket where it couldn’t be seen. “Nothing! They’re nothing, i-it’s nothing!” he explained, shaking with anxiety and desperation. This wasn’t going at all how Tommy had hoped. Tommy wasn’t the one in charge here. He had no say in anything. Right now he was nothing more than Phil’s pathetic whore—a perverted, needy teenager who got hard at the threat of being raped.
Phil furrowed his brow, kneeling down and grabbing the front of Tommy’s pants, pulling the papers out before Tommy could bat his hands away. Phil was glad Tommy was scared again, but he wasn’t quite sure why Tommy was seemingly getting off at the thought of being raped if he didn’t even listen . When Phil unfolded the papers, though, he understood a little better.
Photographs.
Photographs of Phil.
Photos through Phil’s bedroom window, pictures of him changing, getting out of the shower. Pictures through his kitchen window of him making breakfast. Pictures of him sleeping.
“Oh my god,” Phil glanced back and forth between the photos and Tommy, “Oh my god, you stalker! You’re more than a freak, huh? No wonder you were cumming in your pants, pathetic fucking whore!” Phil yelled, throwing the photos back at Tommy in rage. The teen had been stalking him for god knows how long, and Phil had just probably given him his dream come true.
Tommy flinched away as Phil threw the photos at him, his arms coming up to shield his face. "I'm sorry! I'm-I'm so sorry, really--!" Tommy began, his desperate apologies cut short once more.
“Strip. Now,” Phil snapped, turning around and motioning for Tommy to take off his clothes, “If you spend one more minute wasting my time, I’m going to kick you out of my house and I’m going to show those photos to the police. You do what I say when I say it, and if you hesitate for even a moment you will never see me again,” Phil threatened, leaning over and picking the photos back up, shoving them back into his pocket instead.
Tommy fumbled to unbutton his pants, quickly pulling his boxers and jeans off, shame filling him once more as his painfully hard dick was exposed. Tommy wrestled off his shirt and discarded his clothes off to the side, getting back on his knees in front of Phil, right at the man's feet like an obedient little pet.
Looking up at Phil from this angle made Tommy's knees feel weak. Phil was so much larger than Tommy. So much older and more knowledgeable. And Tommy was being given the honor to be defiled by him. Tommy's eyes fixed on Phil's bulge and he was mesmerized; he could feel himself salivating as he imagined the taste of Phil's dick, and before he even realized what he was doing Tommy reached up to grab at Phil's dick through his jeans, a ragged breath escaping him when he wrapped his hand around the girth.
Phil smacked Tommy’s hands away the second he touched him, glaring at him with absolute hatred and disgust. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed, grabbing Tommy by his hair and leading him over to the couch. He sat down, leaving Tommy by his feet on the floor, “I don’t want you to touch me, I want you to listen. So sit down at my feet like a fucking dog, and while you’re at it, why don’t you go ahead and bark like one like I told you to do earlier?” Phil suggested, spreading his legs and patting his thigh, inviting Tommy to lay his head down on his lap as a real dog would. Phil was having fun with this, dehumanizing Tommy. The title of ‘dog’ suited Tommy quite well, painfully loyal and loving to his master.
Tommy whined as he was dragged along by his hair, stumbling on all fours as he tried to keep up with Phil. He sat at Phil's feet, right between his legs, forcing himself to swallow down the urge to touch Phil once more. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut as his face flushed even pinker, his hands clenched into fists as he let out an unsure little bark. Tommy was nearly in tears as he rubbed his cheek against Phil's thigh; he tried to hide his face as much as possible, desperation for approval overwhelming his shame as he barked again.
Phil laughed, petting through Tommy’s hair as he barked. Tommy looked utterly humiliated, and Phil loved it. Tommy unzipped his jeans, pulling out his hard cock and bringing Tommy foreword. “You want me to fuck you with this?” Phil asked, raising a brow, “Do you even deserve my cock? I don’t think you deserve to touch me at all, not with the way you’ve been stalking me. What was your plan, anyway? Were you going to rape me?” Phil questioned insistently, pressing Tommy’s face against the underside of his cock, his grip tight on his hair.
Tommy stared at Phil’s dick, breathless as he appreciated every perfect inch of the man’s cock. “Fuck…” Tommy sighed, in a euphoric kind of trance as Phil rested his cock on his face. “Was- ah —I was gonna… tie you up in your sleep… S-Suck you off until you woke up ‘n ride you after that…” Tommy admitted, still sporting a dopey grin as he nuzzled up against Phil’s cock, taking a deep inhale of his musk. He felt like he was high on Phil. Just being in such close proximity to Phil—being in his house, being under his control was a drug of its own.
Phil smiled, chuckling lightly at Tommy’s confession. “I was going to do something similar, probably a little more violent. I was going to force you to suck me off until you either threw up or I got bored, and then I was going to fuck you. No prep, really, just your spit and blood, maybe some lube so it’d drag a little easier.” Phil hummed, shrugging. He had this whole fantasy for Tommy, of tying up this innocent, shy teen and fucking him until he was a broken, slutty mess. Now, though, he just wanted to see how far he could make Tommy degrade himself .
“I don’t want your mouth on my cock, though. So why don’t you just sit there and keep your hands at your side while I jack off,” Phil decided, spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his cock. He started to slowly jerk himself off, watching Tommy intently, “If you beg enough, I’ll consider fucking you, but if I do I’m not going to stop until you’re properly broken in.”
Tommy whined pathetically, squirming around and trying to adjust his position so that he could alleviate the need to touch himself. He was so painfully hard that his dick was flushed red due to the neglect. "Please... Please, sir..." Tommy begged, his hands squeezed into fists to stop himself from making unconscious movements. "Please, fuck me, o-or let me suck you off, please," the blonde practically moaned out, rutting against Phil's leg like some kind of animal in heat, "Pleaseplease, I want it so bad. More than anyone else, I swear, I've been thinking about you all the time. All the time, only you. I need you, Phil, I need you so bad," Tommy rambled mindlessly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he finally got some friction against his dick.
Phil hummed, seeming to consider Tommy’s begging. After a few moments, he leaned down, picking Tommy up by his waist and setting him in his lap, right over his dick. “Tommy, since you’re such a desperate whore, I’ll fuck you on some conditions. Either you let me fuck you, with no real prep, you let me throat fuck you until you throw up, which you will clean up after, or if you want real prep, I get to fist you.” Phil explained, petting through Tommy’s blonde curls as he spoke. He was sure Tommy would agree to one of the conditions, and either way Phil would get to see Tommy absolutely wrecked and humiliated at the end, especially with how he was just letting Phil treat him like a dog.
“Oh, god,” Tommy moaned out, squirming in Phil’s lap as he tried to rut against the man’s cock. Every option Phil gave him was tempting in its own way, but the thought of having no lube or prep scared Tommy. He’d fingered himself a fair amount of times, but he’d never used any more than two fingers, and he’d never done anything beyond just stimulating his prostate. And he’d always used lube. Even that still hurt a little. The only option that sounded plausible was the last one; the prospect of having Phil’s whole fist inside of him was more appealing just because of the promise to use lube. “Fuck—F-Fist me, please. Want you to stretch me open till I break,” Tommy sighed dreamily. Tommy had no idea how it would feel to take that much, but as long as it was Phil touching him he would agree to anything .
Phil pushed Tommy off of his lap once he made the decision, laying him down on the couch and spreading his legs. “You think you can keep your hands off your pathetic cock, or do you need me to tie you up?” Phil asked, getting off of the couch so he could grab his bag again, getting the lube and rope out before sitting in between Tommy’s legs again. He lifted the blonde's hips up, spreading out his cheeks to get a look at his pink hole, rubbing his thumb against it. “Whore…How many times have you fucked yourself thinking of me? I bet you’re not even a virgin anymore, too much of a needy slut to hold back.”
Just the threat of being tied up had Tommy's dick pulsing against his stomach; the teen was practically panting, anticipation and desperation making him lose all sense of shame he might have had before. "Y-Yeah, fuck, tie me up," he nodded, grinning like a child in a candy store. Tommy had never met anyone as kinky as he was, and even though it was supposed to be a punishment to be restrained Tommy couldn't help but beg for it. "FFuck, every day... every day after I get home... Looking at the pictures I took of you... Thinking about you... M-Makin' myself cum on my fingers," Tommy drawled, his eyes fluttering shut as he reimagined all the nights where he came moaning Phil's name into his pillow.
Phil simply huffed in response, grabbing Tommy’s wrists and pinning them together so he could tie him up. “I bet this is a dream come true, that your favorite person wants to hurt you so bad,” he hummed, tying Tommy’s wrists together tightly before throwing him back down onto the couch. Now that Tommy was restrained, Phil grabbed the lube and drizzled it generously on his fingers and over Tommy’s hole. He started with two fingers, pressing them inside of Tommy and starting to spread him open. Phil was not gentle by any means, but the lube helped with the slide and he easily thrust his fingers in and out of Tommy, avoiding his prostate purposely.
Tommy writhed under Phil, too full of energy to keep still as the man drizzled lube over his hole. The artificial slickness made him feel messy and whorish. He tried to hide his face by turning away, his eyes squeezing shut when Phil pressed two fingers into him without warning. Tommy’s face was screwed up with discomfort, but he didn’t dare complain—not when Phil could just choose to stop and Tommy would be left with nothing. Still, Tommy couldn’t keep himself completely silent. Occasionally he let out a soft hiss of pain or a nervous little trill, but he tried to stay as relaxed as possible. Two fingers were nothing when Phil was aiming to fit his whole fist inside Tommy.
Phil watched Tommy squirm beneath him, whining and hissing in pain like some pathetic animal that got caught in a trap. Phil didn’t think he’d ever felt this much power over somebody, and Tommy was certainly not the first teen he’d done this sort of thing to. After a few minutes of fingering, Phil shoved a third finger inside of Tommy, grinning at how tight he was. Phil dragged his fingers out, drizzling more lube over his fingers before pushing back in. Phil knew it was excessive, but he didn’t necessarily mind. The way Tommy was clenching around him, dripping with slick reminded him of a whorish cunt.
Tommy grimaced when a third finger was pressed inside him, his rim burning from the stretch as Phil continued to stretch him out. He whimpered when Phil pulled his fingers out, trying to sit up a little to see what the man was doing, but then a humiliating moan was spilling from his lips as Phil slid his fingers back inside, this time with absolutely no resistance.
Tommy tried to hide his face again, tears welling up in his eyes as he experimentally tried to clench his muscles, only to find it had no effect due to the excess of lube coating his insides. It was so intimate , the way Phil was touching him, and Tommy could feel that manic love welling up in his chest once more as he realized he was Phil's . Phil was the only one that could ever do this to him.
Phil thrust his fingers deep inside of Tommy, drinking up his moans and cries, every whimper of pain only encouraging him to push harder. Tommy was never meant to enjoy this, really. He was meant to be some sweet, shy teenager that Phil kidnapped and traumatized, so he didn’t care if Tommy liked it. However, the way Tommy was in such obvious pain and discomfort and was still pushing into Phil was so arousing in a way Phil couldn’t quite place. Tommy looked pathetic , and Phil found it both disgusting and irresistible.
Phil slipped a fourth finger into Tommy, spreading his fingers out and opening Tommy up. He leaned closer, licking a broad stripe up the teen's neck and trailing up to his cheek. It left a disgusting trail of saliva, something Tommy was unable to do anything about but rub his face into the couch like a dog.
“Loose whore,” Phil hissed, “You’re going to be ruined after this, and nobody will want you but me,” he threatened, though he was sure that idea excited Tommy more than scared him. As final proof that Tommy was his , Phil carefully curled his fingers up, pressing them roughly into Tommy’s prostate and massaging the muscle tenderly, giving Tommy the exact pleasure he had been craving through the entire process.
Tommy was moaning with every shuddering breath, his body limp as Phil pressed in a fourth finger that had Tommy squeezing his eyes shut to stop himself from crying. "'M your whore," Tommy choked out, "I'm-I'm all yours. All-" He was cut off as Phil curled his fingers right up into his prostate, the stimulation powerful enough to pull a scream out of the teenager as his hole clenched and his walls pulsed around Phil's fingers. Tommy wailed as his body seemed to light up with electricity, his vision going white as he came completely untouched, shooting ropes of cum onto Phil's couch.
Phil paused when Tommy came, eyes widening as he watched the teen cum onto his couch. He laughed for a second, disbelieving, before going right back to fingering Tommy. He didn’t even give him a moment to calm his breathing, pressing into his prostate again. “Oh, baby, we’re not done!” Phil assured, trailing his hand up Tommy’s chest so he could pinch at his nipples as well, taking full advantage of the fact that he could overstimulate Tommy right now. “I said I was going to fist you, so we’re not stopping until I can punch your gut from the inside, got it?”
Tommy let out a strangled cry, his back arching as he struggled against his bindings. The pressure against his prostate had him falling apart for Phil, completely in pieces as he broke down into tears. It wasn’t even the pain that got to Tommy—it was the utterly overwhelming pleasure that made it impossible to do anything but moan like a pathetic whore. Tommy wanted to tell Phil to stop, but he knew damn well he had no right to. Not in the position he was in, having willingly given himself to Phil with the promise of letting him do anything he wanted.
Tommy blanched at Phil’s words, suddenly overcome with a wave of fear as he realized they were nowhere near done. Tommy shook his head in a weak sort of protest that he knew was futile, letting out a long whine rather than a real answer.
Phil didn’t even hesitate to continue, not giving Tommy a single second of mercy. After a few more minutes of rough fingering, Phil finally pressed his thumb next to his other fingers and shoved in. He got the tip in, drizzling some more lube over his wrist before lifting Tommy’s hips and finally shoving the largest part of his hand inside. His entire hand slid into Tommy’s hole with little resistance, and once he was inside Phil instantly resumed his brutal, unforgiving pace, practically punching Tommy’s prostate over and over again. “You like this, whore? You begged me to stretch you open till you broke, so do you feel broken yet?” Phil scoffed through ragged breaths, voice surprisingly calm and collected for his actions.
Tommy screamed as Phil finally pressed his fist all the way inside, forcing his rim to stretch obscenely to accommodate for the widest part. He screamed so loud, louder than he thinks he’d ever screamed before. He’s horrified and pained, hyperventilating and gagging as his vision spots with black dots. He can’t get any words out, his body shaking with the force of his sobs as he clenched tight around Phil’s wrist, his body unable to adjust to the intrusion. He tried to writhe away from the assault, struggling to push Phil away with his bound hands. Tommy felt nothing but pain as Phil roughly fisted him, the pleasure much too intense and overwhelming to actually feel good. The poor blonde was wailing, crying like a bitch as his guts were rearranged. Phil was right, though. This was what he signed up for. This was what he’d wanted.
Phil found himself thrusting against Tommy’s thigh as he continued to abuse Tommy’s body, letting out small groans of pleasure. This was finally the fight he wanted, the struggle and screaming going straight to his dick. This was why he had brought Tommy home, this is what he wanted to reduce the boy to, and it was enough to make Phil cum over Tommy’s shaking body. Even while he orgasmed, though, he didn’t falter with his movements and continued to fist Tommy until he couldn’t anymore, his arm sore from the strain of repeatedly punching Tommy. He slowly came to a stop after ten excruciating minutes for Tommy and ten very blissful ones for him, pulling his hand back out with a lewd pop. Phil was sure he had caused some damage, but besides Tommy’s gaping, dripping hole, he seemed fine. Phil’s couch was definitely stained forever though, something he couldn’t quite get himself to care about right now. He reached up to untie the poor teen, rubbing his sore wrists with his clean hand. Tommy looked absolutely destroyed, and if Phil hadn’t just cum, he’d cum from the sight alone.
Tommy hadn’t stopped crying the whole time Phil was abusing his insides. He’d gone completely limp, nothing more than a warm hole for Phil to plow into with his fist. Tommy let out a pained groan as Phil pulled his fist out, forcing Tommy’s hole to stretch around his hand all over again. Tommy’s whole body felt like jello. He couldn’t move if he tried. Tommy just sniffled and hiccuped, trying to get himself back together as his hole was gaped open, his soft insides on display for Phil. Tommy couldn’t help but feel relieved; it seemed the worst was over, or at least Tommy hoped it was. He was willing to do anything for Phil, but that didn’t mean he would always enjoy it.
Phil scoffed at Tommy’s sobbing, shoving himself back into his pants before moving away from Tommy and grabbing his bag. He pulled out a cigarette box and a lighter before falling back onto the couch and laying next to Tommy. “Have you ever smoked before? You don’t seem like the type,” Phil commented casually, as if they were just friends talking and not nearly strangers who had just had violent sex. Phil had his arm wrapped around Tommy’s waist though, pulling the abused boy closer as he lit the cigarette he’d put between his lips. “Here, you can have a hit, just stop crying,” Phil murmured, bringing his lit cigarette to Tommy’s lips.
Tommy wiped his tears away with his palms, accepting the cigarette Phil offered him despite the fact he didn’t smoke at all. He shook his head as he took a puff, coughing and choking the moment he inhaled the smoke. It was enough to get Tommy’s mind off the trauma he’d just endured. Besides, he liked being cuddled up against Phil’s side like this. It made him feel loved. Appreciated.
“Do you have parents you have to run home to soon, or are you mine for a few more hours?” Phil asked as he took the little roll of tobacco back, taking a long drag himself.
Tommy looked up at Phil, hesitating before saying, “My curfew is ten. I can stay until then if-if you want…” he offered, trying not to look too desperate to spend more time with Phil. If Tommy had his way he would never leave this house again. He would be Phil’s 24/7 sex slave, existing only for his master’s pleasure. If he couldn’t have that, he could settle for these few precious hours.
Phil actually laughed when Tommy suggested staying, shaking his head. “No, No this isn’t a relationship , Tommy. I don’t want you to stay here to cuddle for a few hours.” Phil mocked, sitting up and pulling Tommy closer into his lap. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, handing it to Tommy. “You can put your number in my phone, though. I’ll give you a call whenever I decide I want to use you, but I expect you to come to me immediately, no matter what else you’re doing,” Phil explained, petting Tommy’s hair as he spoke.
Tommy blushed when Phil mocked him, but he looked eager once Phil made his proposition. It really was like a dream come true. Tommy could finally make himself useful; he would bend to Phil’s every whim. He would be such a perfect toy that Phil wouldn’t even need anyone else. Tommy quickly entered his phone number into Phil’s contacts, a shy smile appearing on his face. “Of course. Anything for you, master,” Tommy purred, testing out the new name to see if Phil would react. “I’ll let you use me whenever you want. I’ll be your personal slut,” Tommy continued, grinning as he imagined all the possibilities. He wanted Phil to wreck him. He wanted Phil to take all his frustrations out on Tommy. Phil didn’t deserve to have any stress, he was too perfect.
Phil furrowed his brow at the name but pulled Tommy closer regardless. He wasn’t going to complain, not when Tommy was so easily bending to every his every command. It really was like having a personal slut, just a sex slave he could do anything he wanted to. “Alright,” he hummed, grabbing his phone back from Tommy and setting it aside, “You can suck my dick before you go, or if you don’t want to you can go ahead and start walking , home.” Phil threatened, spreading his legs for Tommy as he took another drag from his cigarette. Phil knew that Tommy was desperate to suck him off and unable to walk even if he wanted to, but he also knew the teen was inexperienced and tired. He wasn’t leaving here without sucking Phil’s dick, but he also wasn’t leaving without getting his throat fucked until it was just as damaged as his ass.
Tommy dropped to his knees the moment Phil offered his cock to Tommy once more. The teen was desperate, ready to take anything and everything Phil could give him as he opened his mouth for Phil. He reached out to stroke Phil a few times before he tentatively sucked on the head, laving his tongue over the man’s slit as he slowly began bobbing his head, working his way further down Phil’s dick. Tommy moaned like a whore at the salt taste of Phil’s precum, He looked up at Phil lewdly as he bobbed his head up and down on his captor’s dick.
Phil grabbed Tommy’s hair, yanking him forward cruelly, forcing his dick down the boy's throat. “Have you ever sucked dick before?” Phil asked, pressing Tommy down on his dick so he couldn’t even answer. “It’s fine if you’ve whored yourself out in the past, but if I ever find out you let another man touch you, I will never touch you again. You’re mine , now.” Phil threatened, pushing Tommy’s face into his pelvis one last time before finally letting go of the harsh grip he had on Tommy’s scalp.
Tommy’s eyes widened as he was suddenly shoved down, Phil’s cock forcing its way into his tight throat as he choked and gagged, unable to breathe with Phil blocking off his airway. Despite the way his body was protesting, Tommy kept his mouth wide open so Phil could shove himself in as far as he pleased. The noises he made were incredibly lewd, messy gags and gulps as he swallowed around Phil’s cock, tears rolling down his face.
When he was finally let up he pulled off, keeling over for a moment to cough and rub at his sore throat, drawing in shuddery, broken gasps for air. He didn’t even answer Phil’s question; he was sure the time he took to recover was enough to test Phil’s patience, so as soon as he felt ready he was back on Phil’s dick, gripping the base in his hand as he sucked on the underside, licking lines from the base to tip. Tommy only did this for a moment—a brief interlude until he eventually forced himself to take Phil in his throat. Tommy tried to deep throat Phil as he’d done before, but without Phil pressing him down the first gag had him pulling off. It was just survival instinct. He tried again and was once again unsuccessful. Tommy sniffled, wiping the tears and snot from his face as he muttered shamefully, “Y’can fuck my throat. Just-Just use me… can’t do it myself…”
Phil scoffed, grabbing Tommy’s hair again and slamming his face back down onto his dick. “That’s pathetic,” he hissed, “Don’t worry, though, I’m sure you’ll get better.” he assured, keeping Tommy pressed down fully on his dick, effectively gagging him. He roughly fucked Tommy’s throat, ignoring all his gags and whines. Phil even made a point to make Tommy gag more , loving the sight of tears and saliva running down his face while Phil practically ruined him. He was gripping Tommy so tightly that even if the teen did throw up, he’d have no way to get off of Phil’s dick, and Phil was savoring every moment of what he was sure was torture for the poor teen.
Tommy's eyes rolled back in his head as Phil fucked into his throat, using him like a rag doll as Tommy just laid there and took it. The teen felt woozy, the brutal assault allowing him no time to breathe or think or do anything but choke on Phil's cock. It was way more erotic than it should have been, and Tommy found himself getting hard even though his stomach was churning uncomfortably from all the gagging and his face was smeared with all kinds of gross fluids. Something about Phil using his body's reflexes for his own pleasure was so vile , so malicious and sadistic and fucking hot .
Tommy tried weakly clawing against Phil's thigh to tell him he needed to breathe, he needed a break, but Phil just kept on going. Tommy tried once more to get the man to let up, barely able to move due to the way his brain was shutting down. However long Phil had been fucking his throat was too long; Tommy was about ready to pass out.
Phil kept Tommy down despite the weak objections, groaning as he brought the teen closer. Phil knew he had to let go soon, allow Tommy to breathe, but really, why should he? Tommy was his , Tommy had stalked him, had planned to break into his house and rape him. It’s not even like Phil hadn’t given him an option for this, Tommy eagerly got on his knees to suck Phil’s dick even after being given an out. Phil kept fucking Tommy’s throat until the blonde's eyelids fluttered and his jaw went slack, and just when it looked like Tommy was about to pass out then Phil pulled out. He smeared his spit-covered dick over Tommy’s cheek, reaching down to finish jerking himself off before cumming ropes over Tommy’s flushed, panting face.
Tommy gasped for air, coughing and sputtering through weak sobs as he tried to catch his breath. As soon as Phil was done jizzing on his face Tommy practically collapsed, still panting for air and wiping tears off his face. His throat felt absolutely wrecked . He could already tell his voice would break if he tried to speak. Tommy tried to clear his throat, but it did nothing to make him feel better after his throat had been fucked into and forced open by Phil. “Thank you, sir…” Tommy sighed sleepily, his voice hoarse as he looked up at Phil, cum still dripping down his face, “I’ll… I can leave now, if you’d like. If-If you’re satisfied.”
Phil hummed in response, not really giving him a direct answer as he pulled out his phone again. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, tugging Tommy closer by his hair and laying his softening cock on Tommy’s tongue. He made Tommy look up, taking a picture of the sight before dropping the teen’s head and standing back up. “Yeah, yeah, get dressed, I'm done with you for the night,” Phil nodded, tucking himself back into his pants again and starting to clean up his living room. He barely acknowledged Tommy, simply gathering his stuff back together and tossing Tommy’s clothes back to him. Once he was done cleaning he turned to Tommy expectantly, “I’ll give you a call at some point in the next few days. If you don’t answer me, that’s fine, I’ll just find someone else to fuck,” Phil threatened, smiling mockingly at Tommy as he helped him back up.
Tommy redressed himself, his thighs trembling as he tried to stand up normally, stumbling due to the pain. He was only able to regain his balance with Phil’s help, whimpering as he leaned against the man for support, struggling to find his footing without feeling the effect of Phil’s abuse. When Tommy realized every position would leave him in pain he just gritted his teeth, nodding politely and stammering out a timid, “Yes, sir! Th-Thank you!” before he finally left, trying to conceal the way he limped as he walked.