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They met on a film set. Tom, with his boyish charm and athletic grace was cast as the wide-eyed protégé. Robert, brooding and mysterious, played the mentor with a dark edge. Their chemistry was electric from day one—both on and off set. Lingering glances turning into late-night script rehearsals.
It started innocently enough: a shared laugh over a flubbed line, hands brushing during a fight scene choreo. But Robert's intensity drew Tom in like a moth to flame. One evening, after wrapping a particularly intense scene, Robert pulled Tom aside in his dim trailer.
“You’ve been driving me crazy," Robert murmured, his gray eyes locking onto Tom's hazel. Before Tom could respond, Robert leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepening with a hunger that left Tom breathless. It was their first real kiss, and Tom melted into it.
Weeks later, as filming wrapped, the tension boiled over. They agreed to meet at Robert’s luxury hotel in downtown LA, away from prying paparazzi eyes. It was to be their first night together—no scripts, no directors, just them.
“Would you be open to a little rolepaly?” Robert asked over champagne in the suite.
“I’m open to anything,” Tom said, swirling his champagne in his glass.
“I want to rape you,” Robert said, his voice low. Tom’s brows rose in surprise, but Robert continued. “I want you to struggle and fight me.”
Tom swallowed, staring at the bulge in Robert’s pants. "Trust me," Robert whispered, moving forward to kiss Tom. Trembling, Tom nodded. As they stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, the game began.
The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Robert towered over Tom, his broad shoulders casting a commanding presence. Tom shifted uneasily on the bed. He’d agreed to this roleplay, but he was still nervous. But the heat in Robert’s gray eyes spurred him to accept, and Tom’s cock, already half-hard in his red-and-blue briefs, betrayed his excitement.
Tom had given his conditions: Robert would use a condom, and they would agree upon a safe word.
“On your knees, boy,” Robert growled, voice low and authoritative, stepping closer until Tom had to crane his neck. He grabbed a fistful of Tom’s dark hair, yanking his head back sharply. Tom gasped, hands flying up to grip Robert’s wrist, but he didn’t pull away—just pushed against it, playing the part.
“Fuck you,” Tom spat, though his voice cracked, breath hitching as Robert’s other hand clamped around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his pulse race. “I’m not your toy.”
Robert’s lips curled into a predatory smirk. “Oh, but you are tonight.” He shoved Tom down onto the mattress face-first, knee pressing between his shoulder blades to pin him. Tom bucked, legs kicking, a muffled protest vibrating against the sheets. His ass clenched in his briefs, the fabric riding up to expose the lower curves of his cheeks. Robert ground his knee harder, eliciting a whine from the man.
“Stay still, or I’ll make this hurt more than it has to.” Robert’s free hand yanked the briefs down in one rough motion, the elastic snapping against Tom’s thighs. Tom thrashed, trying to twist away, but Robert was stronger—always had been. He spread Tom’s legs wide, forcing his knees apart with brutal efficiency. Tom’s hole twitched.
“You’re lucky I’m using lube,” Robert said. He grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, squirting a generous amount directly onto Tom’s crack. The cool slickness made Tom jolt, hips jerking involuntarily. “Look at you, squirming like a virgin. But we both know you want this cock wrecking your tight little hole.”
“Get off me—” Tom’s words were cut off by Robert’s fingers—two at once, no warning—shoving deep into his hole. Tom arched, a sharp cry escaping as the burn hit. He clawed at the sheets, body tensing, muscles fighting the intrusion. Robert twisted his fingers cruelly, scissoring them wide, stretching Tom open with deliberate force.
“Fight all you want,” Robert snarled, leaning down to bite Tom’s shoulder hard enough to leave marks. “But your greedy ass is sucking me in.” He added a third finger, pumping roughly. Tom’s protests turned to whimpers, his cock now fully hard and leaking onto the bed, traitorous pre-cum smearing with every involuntary thrust back onto Robert’s hand.
Robert withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving Tom empty and clenching around nothing. “Beg me to stop.”
“Please don’t.” Tom shook his head, face buried in the pillow, but his hips betrayed him, pushing back searching for more. Robert laughed darkly, shedding his black jockstrap. His cock sprang free—thick and veined, the head angry red and dripping. He slapped it against Tom’s ass, the heavy weight leaving wet streaks.
Robert ripped open the condom packaging with his teeth. He rolled the latex onto his rock hard cock, scowling, wishing he hadn’t agreed to protection. It made him furious, and he intended to punish Tom for the condition.
“Last chance to fight me off.” Robert said, pinning Tom’s wrists behind his back with one hand, the other guiding his cock to that fluttering hole. Tom struggled harder, twisting his body, legs trying to close—but Robert kicked them apart again, knee digging into the back of Tom’s thigh.
“Please—no—” Tom gasped, but the word dissolved into a broken moan as Robert thrust in. One brutal push, breaching the ring of muscle, sinking halfway in a single stroke. Tom’s back bowed, a theatrical scream ripped from his throat. The stretch burned, Robert’s girth splitting him open, no mercy in the invasion.
“Take it,” Robert hissed, pulling back only to slam deeper, bottoming out with a grunt. Tom’s hole clenched, fighting the fullness, but Robert didn’t give him time to adjust. He set a punishing rhythm—hips snapping forward, balls slapping against Tom’s with every drive. The bedframe rattled, headboard banging like a drum.
Tom’s cock, trapped beneath him against the sheets, was already leaking. The friction of the mattress, the relentless slam against his prostate—too much, too fast. On the fifth thrust, his hips jerked involuntarily, and he came with a choked sob. Hot spurts soaked the sheets beneath him, his hole spasming around Robert’s invading cock in rhythmic clenches. Robert reached around to feel Tom’s cock.
“Already?” Robert laughed, cruel and low. “Pathetic.” He didn’t slow. If anything, he sped up, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling every corner of the room. Tom’s body went rigid, oversensitive, every nerve screaming. The orgasm had ripped through him, but Robert kept drilling that spot, forcing aftershocks that bordered on pain.
“Fuck—stop—too much—” Tom gasped, twisting his wrists in Robert’s grip. His voice cracked, the playful defiance bleeding into something raw. Robert only tightened his hold, yanking Tom’s head back. Robert reached under, pinching Tom’s nipples hard, twisting until tears pricked Tom’s eyes.
“You love it, don’t you? Being my little fuckhole.” Robert’s hand wrapped around Tom’s throat again, pulling him up onto his knees, back arched painfully. The new angle let Robert pound deeper, hitting that prostate with every thrust. Tom’s cries turned high-pitched, body shaking, hole milking Robert’s cock in frantic pulses.
Tom’s safeword hovered on his tongue. They’d agreed—red meant stop, no questions. The game had felt safe minutes ago, but the lines were beginning to blur. His hole burned, stretched to its limit, Robert’s girth splitting him open with every stroke.
“Red,” Tom whispered, barely audible over the wet sounds and Robert’s grunts.
Robert heard it—he had to have—but he didn’t stop. If anything, his pace turned vicious, hips pistoning like he was trying to fuck Tom through the mattress. “Shut up,” he growled, releasing Tom’s hair only to slap his ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “You take what I give you.”
Tom’s eyes widened, panic flickering as the roleplay shattered. “Red—Robert, red—” Louder this time, desperate. His body thrashed for real now, legs kicking, trying to dislodge the cock impaling him. But Robert was bigger, stronger; he shifted his weight, knee digging into the back of Tom’s thigh, pinning him flat.
“I said shut up.” Robert’s hand clamped over Tom’s mouth. The other wrapped around Tom’s throat, squeezing just enough to make his vision spot. His hole clenched in terror, but Robert only groaned, the tightness milking him closer. “You don’t get to decide when I’m done, boy.” Another brutal thrust, deeper, the head of Robert’s cock battering Tom’s prostate like a fist. Tom’s spent dick twitched, trying to harden again, but the stimulation was too much now.
Minutes stretched into eternity. Tom’s throat was raw from crying and moaning, his hole gaping and ruined. Every thrust sent jolts of pain-pleasure through him, his prostate swollen and abused.
Abruptly, Robert pulled out, and for a merciful moment, Tom thought it was done. But robert flipped him over, manhandling him onto his back. “I want to see your face when I breed you,” Robert said, peeling the latex condom off with a wet snap.
The sudden bare heat of Robert’s cockhead was at his entrande. Robert groaned, low and filthy, as skin met slick skin for the first time tonight.
Tom’s eyes widened. This wasn’t right. They had agreed on a condom. They had agreed on a safe word. “Robert NO!” The shout tore from his throat. He bucked like a wild thing, hips twisting violently, trying to throw Robert off. “Get OFF! CONDOM—ROBERT, RED, FUCKING RED!”
Robert snarled, slamming Tom’s frame back into the mattress. “Shut the fuck up. You knew what I wanted. You agreed to let me rape you. You don’t get to make requests.” Robert plunged back in, relishing the feeling of Tom’s hole without the barrier. He thrust deeper, his pre-cum smearing hot and slick inside, a promise of what was coming.
Tom thrashed harder, legs kicking, heels drumming Robert’s thighs. He managed to twist halfway onto his side, one knee drawn up, trying to knee Robert in the ribs. Robert cursed, grabbed Tom’s legs by the ankles, and wrenched them high, folding Tom nearly in half. The new angle let him hammer in, bare cock spearing straight to the root.
“You feel that?” Robert panted, sweat dripping onto Tom’s face. “That’s my raw dick, raping your little faggot hole.” His breath was hot in Tom’s ear. “I’m going to breed you whether you like it or not.”
“Please don’t,” Tom sobbed. His vision blurred with tears and terror. The thought of Robert’s cum inside him sent pure panic clawing through his chest. It had gone too far. Tom sobbed, turning his head into the pillow. His hole clenched in frantic spasms, trying to push Robert out, but it only dragged a guttural moan from the man above.
“Look at me while I’m raping you,” Robert demanded. His hand on Tom’s jaw forced his gaze back. Robert grinned at Tom’s tears. “Open your mouth,” Robert demanded. Tom shook his head. Robert slapped him across the face. “Open your mouth or I’ll go harder.”
Reluctantly, Tom’s lips parted. Robert slowed his thrust and spat on Tom’s waiting tongue. “Swallow.” Tom did as he was instructed.
Robert went harder, doubling his pace, drawing new cries and whimpers from Tom. Robert’s rhythm faltered, breath hitching. “Gonna breed you,” he rasped, ignoring the way Tom’s body went limp, the fight draining out.
Robert pounded him relentlessly for another two minutes before his hips stuttered. “Take it—take every drop—” He buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing. The first jet of cum blasted deep, scalding, flooding Tom’s insides with thick heat. Pulse after pulse, Robert grinding through it, forcing his seed deeper. Cum overflowed instantly, leaking out around his bare shaft.
Robert collapsed on top of Tom, who sucked in air in ragged gasps, face wet with tears. Tom sobbed, limbs shaking, as reality sank in. Robert stayed lodged inside, plugging his load, cock twitching with aftershocks.
“Robert…” Tom’s voice was broken, small. “You didn’t stop.”
Robert pulled out, his eyes finding Tom’s. Tom’s gaze was glassy, unfocused, but Robert’s was still dark with lust.
“You came on my cok,” he said, almost gentle now, thumb brushing a tear from Tom’s cheek. “Your body wanted it. You did so well. Such a good boy”
Tom didn’t answer. His hole throbbed, empty and aching, cum cooling between his thighs. Robert leaned down and pressed a kiss to Tom’s lips, possessive. He pulled Tom into his arms, and Tom cried into Rob’s chest.
“I’ll give you an hour before we go again.”