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When he wakes up, the air is ice cold around him.
He blinks his bleary eyes open. His eye lashes are stuck weirdly together, and he can feel dried drool on the corner of his mouth. He looks over to his windows. It was deep night. How long had he been out? His limbs feel stiff and hurt when he moves them.
That's what he gets for sleeping on his bed with his outside t-shirt.
When he had gotten home earlier, no one had been home. But that was nothing new since his parents had told him that his mother had a work trip, and well, obviously his father had to go too for some reason. Sometimes Finley was sure that those two were somehow attached to each other and would simply wither away when they're apart for a week or two.
But that's alright. He can manage alone. Beeing alone in their house meant that he can come home from class and just fall asleep instead of going down for dinner, or talking to his parents on how his day was (he knows they don't care, so why bother even asking?) or a reminder that he should study. Which he does already without them reminding him, thank you very much.
Although, food seemed like a good idea right now....
He pushes himself up, trying not to topple over. His left leg feels like thousand needles stab into it as blood flows back into it. He hisses quietly.
His room is dark, but the little light that comes inside is from the streetlamp outside their house. That was enough. He already feels like his eyes are gonna pop out of his skull with that little light.
He shivers a bit when he plants his legs on the carpet. The soft fabric gives beneath his bare feet, but even the soft fuzzy carpet feels weirdly cold. Like he had put it too long onto the balcony while cleaning. Weird.
He waddles over to his thermostat on his wall beside his door. His leg still feels a little stiff. He tries to wiggle his toes while walking to get the blood flow going faster. Leaning against the wall, he squints at the small white thing. 18°.
Finley tilts his head. That wasn't that low.
Lower than he usually puts it though.
Did his dad reset the system on his phone?
He adjusts the small button until he can see the dark number '24' glow on the yellow screen. Better.
He huffs, turning around.
He should get some food now, he doesn't remember eating anything before he fell asleep. Hell, he barely remembers falling asleep in first place.
He only knows that he had planned on calling Kayla, but Kayla didn't pick up.
Well, her loss, he thinks as he pulls on his dressing gown. He wasn't about to go into a house in just his shirt and boxers when it as cold as a Siberian hunts cabin.
Finley opens the door, patting the wall besides his room for the light switch. Click. Nothing happens.
He blinks. Then tries again.
Still nothing.
What the...? Did they have a power outage?
He tries again, a bit more aggressively. Turns out that didn't make the light go on either.
Groaning, he turns back to his room to find a flashlight. Or maybe his phone. He had to text his dad that they didn't have any power.
But something made him stop in his tracks.
There was a small sound down the hall.
He freezes. Head tilting to the side, eyes locked on the place at the end of the hall he knows the staircase is. It's too dark to see anything besides the usual shape of the Railing. Nothing was there.
Still, he tries to hear another sound.
The house isn't an old hunts cabin that would explain the sounds. It was new. They had only moved in two years ago when his mother switched her job. It was a good house. A new one. A new one in a good neighborhood that burglars would definitely break into.
His heart drops.
The sound comes again. Again. Then again.
Finleys stomach drops when he realizes that they're footsteps. Footsteps on the stair case.
That couldn't be any of his parents. The logical part of his brain knows that. They would have told him if they came back early. Which they never do. But they would have told him.
He swallows, his throat feeling like it wasn't getting enough air. There was a stranger.
He should go back into his room, lock the door and cal the police. He should. He has to.
But he feels frozen in place.
Then he does something so stupid, he knows he will want to strangle himself for it later.
''Mom? D-dad?'' The sound is louder than he expects.
If the sound of footsteps had been a slow 'tap......tap......tap' before it was a 'tax,tap,tap,tap' now. The stranger practically flies up the stairs, not caring anymore about the noise.
He thinks his heart stops. Maybe that would be good if he had a heart attack right now.
But it starts again just as he sees a shadow appear by the end of the stairs.
Then he bolts.
He doesn't even know when he had taken a few steps into the hallway, but he sprints the rest of the way. Throwing the door closed so hard, the sound hurts his ears, but just as he wants to grab for his key he notices its not in the lock.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Where the hell was this damn key?!
His eyes search the area around the door. Nothing. he grabs for his dresser, because maybe he had put it there-
But his door flies open before he can make another step.
He just stands there for a good second, staring at the person that practically fills out his doorframe. Finley doesn’t have a lot of time to really take a good look at the intruder. The man- atleast he's sure that he is a man- rushes forward and suddenly his body is being grabbed off the floor like he weighs nothing at all.
The man was a giant. Big. Massive even. Finley wasn't a small man by any means, but this man had shoulders nearly double his size. He doesn't even trash when he gets moved, partly because he knows it's useless. The grip around him is too strong. When the man squeezes tighter, he actually wheezes from the pressure.
''Fuck- stop, wait, wait please- Just take whatever you want man-''
''Shhhh.''
He just right about freezes on instinct. He doesn't even want to. Finley feels warm streaks on his cheeks, and he notices he has been crying. On another day he would maybe be embarrassed about that. Crying in front of another man. As an adult. Gosh, what would his parents think?
''Not gonna to hurt you, kid.''
The voice is deep. He sounds older than him. But that didn't mean anything. Finley still had this embarrassingly high squeaky voice most of the time.
''I just need you to be quiet for me, yeah?''
Finley is then thrown onto his bed, like a sack of potatoes. Before he can move a muscle, hands press into the space between his shoulder blades, keeping him down, while he feels something loop around his hands. Belt. Comes to his mind as his arms get yanked behind him in an awkward angle. He groans as his shoulders scream in protest. His heart is absolutely slamming against his ribs. His mind screams at him to do something. Anything.
But a gloved hand cups the back of his head, pushing his head into his own pillow while the other presses down on the small of his back. Then he feels a big weight drop on the back of his thighs.
It shifts just for a second. Then his lamp clicks on.
The familiar soft glow from the blue object makes him blink. His eyes strain.
He doesn't try to move, or buck the man off. He didn't want to piss him off. Or get hurt. or worse, murdered.
How weird would that be? He was the only one home and just he gets killed.
What would his parents do when they came back and find out he was murdered?
So he just stares at the wall across his bed.
''This house was suppose to be empty.'' The man mutters. He sounded annoyed.
Great. 'I'm was pretty uncomfortable too, so how about you let me go and get out of my house?' Was already on the back of his tongue.
Was talking back to an intruder considered resistance?
''Where are your parents, kid?''
He tries not to tense his shoulders at the questions. Who the fuck was this guy? What did he want from his parents?
It couldn't be a business partner. Those didn't come in the middle of the night.
So he just presses his lips into a thin line, refusing to make another peep. Or look at the other.
A heavy sigh was the answer to his silence.
''Look'', he clears his throat. ''You're not on my list kid. So just tell me where mommy and daddy are and I'll leave you alone.''
There was no way in hell he was gonna help this guy do god-knows-what to his parents-
The slap came without warning, a sharp crack against his cheekbone that pushed one side of his face a big deeper into the pillow. Finley gasped, his ears ringing. The pillow muffled half the sound, but the sting bloomed hot across his skin anyway. Before he could even process it, fingers tangled into his hair, wrenching his head back up. The intruder’s glove creaked against his scalp as he shook him once, hard enough to rattle his teeth.
''Don’t make me repeat myself'', the man growled. His breath smelled like peppermint gum. ''Where. Are. They.''
Finley’s pulse hammered in his throat. He could feel spit gathering at the corner of his mouth where his lip had split. The metallic taste of blood seeped onto his tongue. He swallowed it down, blinking against the dizzying tilt of the room. The man’s grip didn’t let up.
Fuck.
''Where'', the intruder repeated, slower this time. ''are they?''
Finley clenched his jaw. He wouldn’t- couldn’t- answer. There was no way in hell.
A low exhale came from above him. Then, without any further words, his face was shoved back into the pillow. His nose flattened against the fabric, his mouth smothered. For a terrifying second, his lungs seized, panicked instinct kicking in before his brain could process. His body bucked wildly beneath the intruder’s weight, knees jerking, spine arching like a hooked fish.
That was it.
The man knew he wasn't going to help him, that he was useless to him and now he was going to kill him-
Just as white spots danced across his vision, the pressure lifted. Finley gasped, coughing as air rushed back into his burning chest. His throat convulsed around each ragged breath. Above him, the intruder shifted. The mattress groaned under them both.
''Last chance.'' The man murmured. His voice was almost conversational now, which was somehow worse. The calm before the storm, as his mom would probably call it. Finley could feel the man's breath against his ear.
He just squeezed his eyes shut.
He couldn't do it. Even if they weren't here. Even if they'd left him alone. Again.
They didn't deserve whatever this man had planned for them, he was more than sure of it. This wasn't a thief.
The intruder sighed.
Then the hand was back, fingers tangling in Finley's hair, yanking his head up just to slam it down again. This time, the pillow didn't muffle the impact. Finley's teeth clacked together, his vision swimming with white stars. His lungs seized, the crushing weight of the man's palm grinding his face into the mattress. His body once again reacted, spine arching violently, legs thrashing.
The intruder didn't even grunt at the struggle. Just held him there until Finley's movements grew jerky.
Then air rushed back into his lungs so fast it burned. Finley coughed, spit and blood flecking the pillowcase. His chest heaved, ribs expanding like overfilled balloons.
The intruder waited until his breathing evened out.
''Funny little thing'', the man mused, tracing a gloved finger along the shell of Finley's ear. ''Most people start talking after the first time.'' He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. ''You're either a real loving son.... or real stupid.'' The finger trailed down to Finley's throat, pressing just enough to make his pulse jump. ''Which is it, kid?''
Finley swallowed. His throat felt dry. Like it was full of sandpaper. The mattress springs groaned once again. Some distant part of Finley's brain registered how absurd it was that he was hoping his parents were home to hear it right now. Maybe they would storm in, like they had done when he and Justin Parks had made out on his bed in sixth grade.
''Look'', the man said, his tone shifting. ''I don't want to hurt you.'' The words were soft, almost gentle, which made the next ones worse. ''But I will if you don't tell me where they are.'' His fingers tightened just slightly in Finley's hair.
He clenched his teeth, pressing his forehead into the pillow. Silence stretched between them after that.
Then, with a sigh that sounded almost disappointed, the man let go. The weight lifted off Finley's back, the mattress shifting as the intruder stood.
For a long moment, Finley didn't move. He just layed there, trying to breathe. Finley could hear him moving, sadly not toward the door, but around the room.
He risked a glance over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the man's back. He was broad, covered in a dark jacket. He wore one of those masks that robbers usually wore in movies. And he was rifling through Finley's desk now.
Finley swallowed. His throat felt raw. ''Who are you?'' The words came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. He hadn't meant to speak.
The intruder paused mid-motion, then chuckled, a low, humorless sound. ''Doesn't matter.'' He didn't look up.
But then he stopped completely, shoulders tensing beneath the dark fabric of his jacket. Slowly, he turned his head. ''Actually'', he said, voice dropping. ''it only matters who you are. Because nobody told me my mark had a kid.'' He exhaled through his nose, a sharp, irritated sound. ''A kid they just left here.''
Finley's stomach twisted. Mark. The word landed like a brick in his gut.
A killer. This man was a murderer.
The thought should sound silly, make him giggle. But he was terrified.
This man had been send to kill his parents.
Finley feels like his blood had been replaced with ice water.
The intruder turned fully now, crossing the room in three long strides before dropping back onto Finley's thighs with enough force to knock the breath out of him. He let out a small sound. ''Now I've got a problem'', the man continued. ''Can't finish the job if the targets aren't home, can I? And you-'' He jabbed a finger into Finley's shoulder. ''-aren't helping.''
Finley swallowed hard. ''I- I don't know where they are.''
The intruder leaned forward, his weight pressing Finley's legs into the mattress. ''Sure, kid.'' a pause. Finley thinks his heart is gonna jump out of his chest. ''So since you're not gonna talk''; he muttered, ''and since you've ruined my night-'' His hand dropped to Finley's hip, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ''-you're gonna help me lighten my mood.''
Finley's breath hitched.
''You know'', the intruder mused, drumming his fingers against Finley's hipbone, ''most people would've screamed by now.'' The idle tap-tap on fabric was almost casual. ''Or pissed themselves.'' A chuckle. ''You're just..... lying there.''
Finley held his breath. The man's weight shifted slightly, the mattress creaking beneath them. A gloved hand slid down the back of his thigh, fingers pressing into the muscle with a kneading motion that felt absurdly clinical. His skin prickled beneath the fabric of his boxers.
''Usually don't do this'', the intruder murmured, more to himself than to Finley. The hand paused at the crease where his thigh meet his ass, thumb tracing the seam of Finley's boxers. ''But you're just laying there so sweetly. Not even squirming.'' He dragged his palm upward, cupping the curve of Finley's ass with a force that made his stomach twist.
The man exhaled and leaned forward, his chest pressing against Finley's bound arms. ''You ever been touched like this before, kid?'' His breath hot against the nape of Finley's neck. The glove's material slid against skin as it slid beneath the waistband of Finley's boxers, fingers splaying across bare flesh.
There was no way-
His fingers twitched against the belt binding them, but he didn't couldn't move. The intruder's touch was almost curious, his thumb rubbed circles into the soft skin just below Finley's tailbone, the pressure just shy of painful.
''Relax'', the man murmured, his voice dropping to a low purr. ''Ain't gonna hurt you. Not unless you make me.'' The hand withdrew slightly, only to return with a firmer grip, fingers digging into the meat of Finley's thigh. ''Unless you want me to.'' He laughed a bit at the last part. As if this was funny.
Finley squeezed his eyes shut. The man's touch was warm in a way that felt uncomfortably intimate.
He shouldn't feel aroused by this.
This was a killer. a killer send to murder his parents, for christ's sake.
And now he was going to rape him. And his body had nothing better to do than getting wet.
The glove slid higher, fingertips brushing the dip of Finley's lower back. ''You're tense'', the man observed. ''That's no good.'' His other hand joined the first, both now working in tandem, kneading the muscles of Finley's backside with a practiced rhythm. The pressure was firm, unyielding, but didn't feel..... unpleasant?
Finley's jaw ached from how tightly he was clenching it. The man's hands were everywhere. Pressing, probing- and yet he couldn't bring himself to speak. Fear and something else coiled in his gut.
The intruder chuckled again, the sound vibrating against Finley's spine. ''See? You're getting it now.'' His fingers flexed. ''Just let it happen. Makes it easier for both of us.''
Then, without warning, he gripped Finley's hips hard enough to bruise and yanked him backward, grinding their bodies together in a single, fluid motion. Finley's breath left him in a rush, his vision blurring at the edges. He felt something hard press against him.
''There we go.'' the man murmured, satisfied.
He exhaled sharply against Finley's neck before dragging his gloved fingers up the hem of Finley's shirt. The fabric bunched beneath his grip, riding higher inch by inch until cold air prickled against Finley's exposed skin.
''I knew you'd be good.'' The intruder rasps, grinding his hips forward in a slow, deliberate roll that forced his breath to hitch. And Finley squeezed his eyes shut, teeth sinking into his already split lip. He could feel the man's smirk against his shoulder blade.
Then the tears came.If they had ever stopped in first place. A rough laugh vibrated against Finley's spine as the man shifted, his grip tightening on Finley's hipbone. ''Oh, look at you'', he taunted, breath ghosting over the shell of Finley's ear. ''Crying like a bitch, but your hips don't lie, do they?''
Finley froze. He hadn't....had he?
The intruder answered for him with another grind, this one harder, meaner, and Finley's body betrayed him with a shuddering jerk back against it. The man's laughter was delighted. ''Fucking hell, you are that much of a slut'', he mused, dragging his gloved palm down the curve of Finley's spine. ''Bet you'd love it if I take you just like this, wouldn't you? Bound, facedown, at the mercy of some stranger that broke into your house, huh?''
Just let me die already.
The man hummed, adjusting his stance to press closer, his arousal a relentless pressure against Finley's backside. ''You wanna say it?'' he goaded, fingers tracing the waistband of Finley's boxers. ''Or should I just take what you're so clearly offering?''
Finley's throat works around nothing. This was so wrong. And so, so fucked up.
And with that, his boxers were ripped clean off his hips.
His face burned with humiliation. The intruder's gloved hand lingered on Finley's exposed ass, fingers digging in the soft meat, spreading his cheeks apart to expose the embarrassingly slick folds of his pussy glistening. He knows that he is wet.
Christ, what was wrong with him?
''Oh baby, look at you,'' the intruder cooed, as if he had just discovered a cute animal, not a cunt. The man traced a finger along the edge of Finley's hole, teasing the wetness there. ''they don't make you like this that often, huh? Look at this pretty little hole, all wet and waiting.''
''Fuck off'', Finley spat, his voice hoarse and shaking as he bucked against the mattress, trying to twist away. ''Let me go, you sick bastard.''
The man laughed again, his free hand coming down to slap Finley's exposed ass. He spread his cheeks even further, gloved thumb brushing teasingly close to his asshole. ''You have some different hardware than I expected, baby boy. If you had balls, I'd spank until you're pissing yourself, just for giving me trouble. But this?'' His fingers traced the outer lips of Finley's cunt, parting them to expose the wetness inside. ''This'll do just fine too.''
Finley's breath hitched, his body clenching around nothing as the intruder's glove pressed firmer, one thick finger circling his hole before pushing in just the tip, testing the give. The intrusion burned and Finley bit down on his lip to stifle the whimper building in his throat. The man leaned in closer, his cock grinding against Finley's thigh now. ''That's it, kid. Feel how easy you take it? Your cunt's sucking me in already.''
He twisted that finger deeper, crooking it to drag against Finley's inner walls, the leather of the glove adding a rough friction that made stars burst behind Finley's eyes. The intruder's other hand pinned his hip down, keeping him spread and immobile, as he added a second finger without warning, scissoring them wide to stretch his pussy open. ''You ever been fucked like you deserve, boy? Bent over and used until you can't walk straight?''
Finley bit his lip to stifle a whimper, his body betraying him. It burned, terribly so even. He wasn't wet enough, and the leather of the glove was a strange sensation. ''Stop, fuck, get it out-'' He gasps out, voice cracking.
That earned him another laugh. His fingers curled up to press against that sensitive spot inside of him, pressing down in small pulsing motions that sent sparks racing up Finley's spine. ''Stop? Nah, you're dripping all over my hand, slut. Feel that? Your hole's sucking me in like it doesn't want me to leave.'' His free hand yanked Finley's shirt up, exposing his back fully, and he raked his nails down the skin, leaving red trails that made Finley arch with a mix of pain and shameful pleasure. He must have taken his glove off at some point.
Tears pricked at Finley's eyes. He tried to clamp his thighs together, but it only served to trap the strangers hand against his cunt. ''Please.'' Finley whispered, hating how it sounded like he was begging for more.
''That's it, kid, beg for it'', the intruder growled, withdrawing his fingers abruptly, leaving Finley's hole twitching and empty. He fumbled with his zipper, and freed his cock, slapping it against Finley's ass cheek with a meaty thud. Precum smeared across the skin as he positioned himself, the blunt head nudging at Finley's entrance. ''Say please again, yeah? Be polite, or I'll make it hurt even more.''
He squeezed his eyes shut, a sob escaping despite his efforts.
That was it. He was gonna get raped by a murderer.
And his body enjoys itself.
The wetness had built up, he could feel it squelch as he moved, a thick glop slowly sliding out.
''Please, no- don’t do this. Just stop, I won't tell anyone, I’m begging you.'' His bound hands strained behind his back, fingers clenching into fists.
The man above him just cooed again. ''Shh, baby, look at this pussy'', the intruder murmured, his gloved hand stroking along the slick folds, parting them gently now, almost reverently. ''So lonely and wet, clenching around nothing. It needs something to fill it up, doesn’t it? Poor thing’s been aching for this.''
Finley shook his head frantically, sweat beading on his skin. ''No, fuck, get off me-'' But his plea died in his throat as the other started sliding his- infuriatingly big cock- along his folds. Fuck. Fucking hell. He was so fucked. Literally.
This guy was big, and as much as Finley liked to call himself a size queen, two fingers were not enough to prepare him for this.
The blunt tip pressed right there, hot and insistent, kissing the rim of Finley’s pussy without pushing in. It smeared pre-cum over the sensitive skin, the pressure teasing. The intruder rocked his hips forward just enough to let the head catch on his rim, making him hiss at the burn, but then the other pulled back again.
''Look at that'', the man breathed, like he was in awe. ''It’s even sucking me in already. See how your hole’s kissing my cock? Greedy little thing, trying to pull me deeper. You can feel it, can’t you? How bad it wants me to stretch you wide.''
The intruder’s grip tightened on Finley’s hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. With a slow roll of his hips he began to sink in, the thick head of his cock parting those slick walls inch by inch.
His eyes flew wide, panic surging through him like fire. ''No- fuck, get out!'' He bucked wildly, throwing every ounce of his strength into it. His hips jerked up and side to side, muscles straining, muscles clenching in a desperate bid to push the intruder off.
The man let him buck for a while like that, a low, amused chuckle rumbling from his chest. ''Oh, baby boy, that’s cute'', he murmured, voice dripping with mock affection. ''Keep fighting it- makes your hole grip me so tight. Greedy little pussy, isn’t it?''
But the playtime ended fast. The intruder’s gloved hand shot up, fingers wrapping around the back of Finley’s neck once again. No. He yanked Finley’s upper body up off the mattress just enough to arch his back, before slamming him down hard. The impact jarred Finley’s teeth, his nose smashing against the fabric, muffling his cry as the pillowcase filled his mouth.
Air cut off instantly. Finley choked, lungs burning as he thrashed, trying to wiggle free, his body convulsing. He clawed at the mattress with his chin, legs kicking weakly, but the intruder’s weight pinned his lower half immobile. Panic clawed at his chest, vision spotting black at the edges-
And that’s when the man thrust forward, sinking his cock completely to the hilt in one brutal shove. His balls slapped heavily against Finley’s clit, the full length buried deep in his spasming cunt, stretching him wide open, filling every inch until Finley felt split apart. The intrusion punched the air from his lungs even harder, his inner walls clamping down in shock, milking the thick shaft involuntarily as pain exploded through him.
The intruder groaned long and low, grinding his hips in a slow circle to seat himself deeper. ''Fuck, yesss- take it all, pretty boy. Your pussy’s sucking me in like a vice. So wet and tight, kid, you were made for this dick.'' He eased up just a fraction on Finley’s neck, letting him gasp in a ragged breath, but kept him pressed low, face buried. ''Go on, breathe, baby. But don’t stop clenching, yeah? Feels too good when you fight me like this.''
Finley only wheezed- because what else was he supposed to do?- tears stinging his eyes as he sucked in air through the fabric, his body trembling. The fullness was overwhelming, every twitch sending sparks of unwanted friction through his core, his pussy betraying him with fresh slickness. He whimpered, muffled and broken, as the intruder pulled back slightly, only to snap forward again, starting a punishing rhythm that rocked Finley’s whole frame.
The other's hips snap forward relentlessly, each thrust driving his thick cock balls-deep into Finley’s clenching pussy, the wet slap-slap of skin on skin echoing through the dim room. He kept one hand clamped on the back of Finley’s neck, pinning his face into the mattress, while the other gripped Finley’s hip hard enough to bruise, holding him upwards.
Breathing was a hard task, especially when he thinks he can feel this guy's dick in his throat every time he bottoms out. Every thrust seemed to make it harder to breathe. The mess on his face wasn't helping either, spit, tears and snot mixing with the blood on his pillow case.
''Goddamn, baby boy, listen to that'', the intruder growled, as he pulled back almost to the tip, only to slam in again, grinding deep to make Finley’s inner walls flutter around him. ''Your greedy little cunt’s slurping me up, hear how wet you are? Sucking my dick like it’s starving.'' He leaned down, his chest pressing against Finley’s back, hot breath fanning over the shell of his ear as he slowed for a teasing drag, letting the ridges of his shaft scrape every sensitive inch. ''Come on, pretty boy, tell me how much you hate it again.''
Finley’s body jolted with each impact, his ass cheeks rippling from the force, the stranger seemed to like watching the flesh move. The burn had faded into a deep, throbbing ache, but worse were the traitorous sparks igniting low in his belly. His dick was throbbing against the heavy slap of the intruder’s balls. He bucked weakly again, his legs trembling as he tried to close them, to hide the slick betrayal dripping down his thighs. ''S-stop.... please-'' He choked out.
The man seemed amused, releasing Finley’s neck just enough to let him lift his head and suck in a desperate gulp of air. But before Finley could twist away, fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back sharply to arch his spine. The new angle drove the cock even deeper, hitting a spot that made Finley’s vision white out for a second, his pussy clamping down hard in shock, making his whole body tense up before falling limp.
''Stop? Kid, your body’s screaming the opposite. You want me to fuck you harder, don’t you?'' He punctuated the words with a sharp thrust, holding himself buried to the hilt, rolling his hips in a slow grind that rubbed his shaft against Finley’s front wall, forcing a moan past his lips as the tip dragged across the spongy part of his walls, making him feel like he needed to pee.
Finley whimpered, drool slipped from his lips. The sting sent fresh tears streaming down his face. He shook his head- or at least tried to- mumbling broken pleas that dissolved into gasps as the intruder resumed his rhythm, faster now. Each withdrawal left Finley’s hole gaping slightly, aching empty for a heartbeat before it was filled again.
He hated how much his body loved it. He hated how this sick bastard made him feel good.
Whenever he had imagined rape, he had excepted the whole thing to be a painful experience. His body would lock up, muscles refusing to unclench. That wouldn't matter to a rapist. He would push in anyway, tearing him, literally. Making him bleed and cry from the pain. He would be left in a puddle of blood, cum and shame.
It shouldn't be like this.
''That’s it, baby boy'', the intruder murmured, his free hand sliding under Finley’s shirt to rake nails down his chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to draw a sharp cry. He twisted it, tugging in time with his thrusts, watching Finley’s body arch and shudder. ''Look at you, all flushed and needy. Your cunt’s creaming all over my dick already, looks like I already came in there.''
He released his hair suddenly, shoving his face back into the mattress with a palm between his shoulder blades, using the leverage to fuck deeper, harder, the bed creaking under the assault as Finley’s world narrowed to the overwhelming fullness of this.
The intruder kept Finley pinned face-down, hips driving forward in a punishing rhythm that made the mattress squeak. He grounded deep on the downstrokes, forcing Finley's inner walls to part, while his other hand pulled him back onto the invading shaft. Sweat slicked their skin where bodies met.
Finley's muffled cries vibrated against the sheets, every muscle taut as the unwanted pressure built relentlessly in his core. His pussy spasmed around the cock, practically sucking on it despite his whimper. The intruder slowed just enough to savor it, dragging out halfway before shoving back in, his gloved fingers flexing on Finley's back. ''That's right, baby boy, that's where you belong.'
He doesn't know how long he's beeing fucked like that, but he knows tat his body was trembling on the edge until the intruder reared back slightly. His hand lifted from Finley's hip, then came down in a single, sharp slap against the boy's asscheek, the crack echoing loud, the sting blooming hot and immediate across the pale skin.
Finley shattered.
His orgasm hit him like freight train. It started out with a deep pulse in his lower gut that spread rapidly. His legs tingled as his body stiffened up. He knew that he was fucked as his pussy started convulsing wildly around the intruder's cock, clenching so hard and sudden that it forced the thick shaft out with a wet 'pop', slick dripping from the gaping entrance.
Finley's body bucked violently, spine arching as he curled into himself, thighs slapping together so hard that it made a 'clap' sound in a frantic motion for friction on his throbbing dick. But it wasn't enough. The waves crashed through him, leaving him shuddering and twitching on the bed like a dying fish, heels digging into the sheets, bound hands clenching as mindless gasps tore from his throat. He could feel his body twist and kick.
Cum leaked from his pussy, soaking the mattress beneath him, his whole body jerking in aftershocks that made his legs kick weakly.
The intruder eased off- thank god-, lifting his weight to let Finley spasm freely on the bed. He watched with a smirk, gloved hand stroking himself lazily as Finley's pussy clenched on nothing, pink and swollen, and fucking sensitive.
''Look at that, kid, came so hard you spit me out, huh?''
Finley layed there in the aftermath, body still shaking with small tremors, his pussy clenching rhythmically on empty air, slick trails cooling on his inner thighs. He gasped for breath, face buried in the damp pillow, cheeks burning with shame.
Saying he felt nasty was an understatement.
The intruder shifted closer on his knees, the mattress dipping under his weight, but he made no move to pin Finley again. Instead, he reached out with his hand, tracing the red handprint blooming on the boy's asscheek, thumb pressing just hard enough to reignite the sting. Finley whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, his thighs clamped tight as if to shield his cunt away.
''Fucking hell, pretty boy, that was a sight for the gods.'' He slid his fingers lower, just skirting the slick folds, teasing the swollen lips. Finley's breath hitched, a sob catching in his throat as his body betrayed him once more. He was still running hot, still aching, as if he didn't just come his brains out. He noted to blame it on the ruined orgasm for it, but he knew his body, knew that it was rarely satisfied after one round.
Blame his hormones, not him. The intruder spoke again, but he didn't lean up, he leaned down, so his breath was hitting his cunt directly through the fabric of his mask. ''Yeah, you heard me, you slutty thing. Squeezing and gushing like that, pushing my cock out 'cause you wanted to cum all on your own. But look at you, still leaking for more.'' This freak was talking to his pussy.
Finley shook his head weakly, arms straining as he tried to curl tighter, but the intruder nudged his knees apart with a knee of his own. The cool air hit Finley's drenched pussy, making him shiver, and the intruder took his time admiring it. He slapped his cock against the cleft of Finley's ass once, twice, the wet smack echoing, pre-cum and his own slick smacking there. ''Gosh, kid, you're a mess. If I knew I'd find such a slut in here I would have brought my cane with me.'' He strokes one palm over his hip. ''Bet you'd look beautiful with marks all over.''
Slowly, he gripped Finley's hip, rolling him onto his side despite the boy's feeble protests, keeping those thighs spread just enough. His free hand dipped between them, two fingers circling the rim of Finley's pussy, dipping in shallow dips that stretched the sensitive walls but never filled. Finley bucked, a broken moan escaping him The intruder pumped his fingers lazily, scissoring them, thumb brushing the clit in feather-light strokes that had Finley grinding back.
''Your cunt's so fucking greedy, sucking on my fingers like it'll die without 'em.'' He added a third finger, thrusting deeper now, curling to hit that spot inside that made Finley's vision blur, his body arching off the bed in helpless spasms. it was too much. But not enough at the same time.
Even with three fingers he suddenly felt empty.
Finley's pleas dissolved into gasps, his resistance crumbling under the relentless build, pussy clenching around the fingers as the intruder set a torturously slow pace until Finley's hips rolled back in desperate circles.
He sometimes pulled them out all together, palm cupping Finley's mound possessively, fingers splaying to spread the lips wide, exposing his throbbing dick to the room's chill. Finley bucked, a sob tearing free. The man slapped it lightly, once, twice, the sharp sting blooming into heat that had Finley's thighs quivering.
He dipped his fingers back in, shallow thrusts that barely scratched the itch, his thumb circling the clit in agonizingly slow loops. Finley's breath came in ragged pants, his body coiling tighter, chasing the edge the intruder dangled just out of reach. Every time the pressure built to that shattering point, the fingers withdrew, leaving him humping the air desperately, pussy fluttering and empty.
At this point he couldn't even control the noises that left him.
The bigger man leaned over him, chest to Finley's back, one hand wrapping around the boy's throat, not squeezing hard, just holding, a reminder of control. His lips brushed Finley's neck, teeth grazing the skin. ''Cry for it, kid. Tell me how bad your greedy pussy needs to be filled.'' He ground his cock against Finley's ass again. Finley shook his head, but another teasing curl inside of him shattered his defiance, drawing a broken plea from his lips.
''P-please..... stop... or..... fuck, just-'' His hips were rolling back involuntarily. The intruder hummed in approval, adding a fourth finger now, stretching the walls wide, the burn mixing with the ache in a way that had Finley's vision spotting. He scissored them roughly, thumb pressing now harder on his clit, finally pushing Finley toward that brink again. But at the last second, he yanked free, slapping the soaked pussy hard enough to make Finley yelp, the impact sending shockwaves through his core.
The man shifted, flipping Finley onto his back, ignoring the boy's exhausted protests, or his pained groan as his bound arms got squeezed under him., A hand began guiding his cock to rub along the slick folds, up and down, coating himself in Finley's wetness, the head bumping his cock with each pass. Finley's legs kicked weakly, but the intruder hooked an ankle over his shoulder, spreading him obscenely wide, his pulsing cunt on full display.
''Look at this greedy little hole, kid'', the intruder murmured, his voice a low rasp as he tapped the head of his cock against Finley's entrance, watching the rim flutter and clench. ''It's sucking at my tip like it can't wait to swallow me whole. But not yet, pretty boy. You gotta earn it.'' He pushed in just the barest inch, the stretch burning hot and teasing, before yanking back out with a wet pop that made Finley's hips jerk forward involuntarily. Slick trailed from the tip to his hole, stringing between them obscenely.
Finley shook his head, tears blurring his vision, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. ''N-no..... please, don't-'' But the words dissolved into a choked moan as the intruder slapped his pussy again, the sharp sting radiating through his core, making his clit throb harder. The man chuckled, and dipped two fingers inside instead, thrusting deep, curling them to drag along the sensitive walls, hitting that spot that sent sparks exploding behind Finley's eyelids.
''Feel that, baby boy? Your cunt's gripping me so tight, begging for more. But I'm gonna make you wait.'' He pumped the fingers faster, thumb flicking the clit in rough circles, building the coil in Finley's gut until his thighs trembled, toes curling against the sheets. The pressure mounted, white-hot and relentless, his hole spasming around the intrusion as the edge loomed close. But just as the first waves threatened to crash, the fingers slipped free, leaving him empty and aching, a desperate whine ripping from his throat.
He humped the air weakly, body betraying him in its frantic search for friction, pussy clenching on nothing as slick leaked onto the bed. The intruder watched with those intense eyes, gloved hand stroking his own cock lazily, smearing the boy's wetness along the length.
''Pathetic, kid. Humping like a bitch in heat. Tell me what you need, c'mon.'' He rubbed the head against Finley's clit now, grinding in slow, torturous circles that had the nub pulsing, oversensitive and swollen. He could feel the swollen organ press against the other tip, almost howling as he felt himself catch on the urethra of the other man.
Finley's resolve frayed with each denied peak, sobs wracking his frame as the teasing dragged on. Another shallow thrust of three fingers now, scissoring wide to stretch him, the burn mixing with the ache until he was babbling incoherently. ''Stop, oh god, please stop'' but his hips rolled back. The intruder pulled out again, replacing fingers with cock, breaching just enough to let the rim kiss the ridge before retreating, over and over, until Finley's mind fractured under the onslaught.
''I- I can't..... fuck, please-'' Finley broke down, voice cracking on a sob, face flushed and streaked with tears. ''Just..... put it in. Please, fill me-!''
He would have time being embarrassed later about his outburst.
The stranger's eyes crinkled in satisfaction, a smug glint as the intruder gripped Finley's hip hard enough to bruise.''That's my greedy boy. Begging so pretty for it.''
Without warning, he plunged in, deep and brutal, the full length sinking into Finley's pussy in one savage thrust that stretched him to the limit, walls clamping down around the invading cock. Finley cried out, the sudden fullness overwhelming.
Face-to-face like this it felt worse. It was almost intimate in the worst way, the intruder's weight pressing him into the mattress, those piercing eyes locked on his as hips snapped forward again, pounding relentlessly. Finley turned his face away, squeezing his eyes shut, cheeks burning with shame as the cock dragged in and out, slick sounds filling the room.
It was alright. His body was just reacting.
But the intruder grabbed his face hard, fingers digging into his cheeks, squashing them together until his lips puckered and he couldn't look away. ''Eyes on me, pretty boy.'' He forced Finley's head still, thrusting deeper, the angle hitting that spot inside with punishing accuracy, making stars burst behind his vision even as tears spilled over the man's hand.
The intruder's grip on Finley's face tightened, gloved fingers mashing his cheeks until spit bubbled at the corners of his mouth, drool spilling over his bottom lip in a sloppy trail that dripped onto his chin and neck.
Slick gushed out around the thick shaft, coating the intruder's balls and thighs, the obscene 'slurp' of it filling the room louder than Finley's muffled whimpers.
The bigger man releases his face just enough to smear the drool back into his mouth with a thumb, forcing the digit past his lips to hook inside, stretching his jaw wider. Finley gagged around it, more saliva flooding out, mixing with the tears streaking his flushed skin. The man laughed low, thrusting harder, the bed creaking under the brutal rhythm as his free hand clamped down on Finley's shoulder, pushing his body down harder.
Fluids leaked everywhere. His own arousal soaking the sheets beneath his ass, the intruder's pre-cum mixing in to make every withdrawal a filthy slide, strings of it clinging to the base of his cock before he rammed back in. Sweat beaded on Finley's forehead, trickling down to mingle with the drool pooling in the hollow of his throat, his shirt clinging damply to his chest as he gasped and choked.
The intruder leaned in closer, mask brushing Finley's ear, hot breath ghosting through the fabric. ''Listen to those nasty sounds, baby boy. Your cunt's making all kind of pretty noises for me.'' He pulled out halfway, slow on purpose, letting the air escape with a vulgar sound that made Finley's stomach twist in humiliation before shoving back in with force, the impact slapping his balls against Finley's skin.
His head got yanked back, making him stretch in an uncomfortable way.
Finley tried to turn away once more, but the fingers dug in like vices, bruising the soft flesh. ''No hiding, pretty boy. Watch me fuck this sloppy pussy until it weeps.'' He spat through the mask, a glob of saliva landing on Finley's collarbone, sliding down to soak into his shirt, then dipped his head to lick a stripe up the boy's neck, tasting the salt of sweat and tears mixed with drool. The tongue felt rough under the fabric, leaving a wet trail that cooled in the air, before teeth grazed the skin. It hurt, even if the mask worked as a protection. He was sure he was going to have bruises tomorrow.
If there is a tomorrow...
The pounding didn't let up; each thrust drove deeper, the intruder's cock swelling thicker inside, veins dragging along Finley's sensitive walls and making his hole spasm. More slick squirted out with a particularly vicious snap of hips, splattering the man's lower abdomen and dripping down Finley's crack to tease his asshole. Finley sobbed around the thumb still wedged in his mouth, drool bubbling over it in foamy rivulets that ran down his chin to his chest, soaking the fabric until it turned translucent against his skin.
''Greedy little thing'', the intruder murmured directly to Finley's pussy, pulling out almost fully to watch the rim pucker and gape, a thick ring of cream frothing at the entrance from the friction. ''But that's alright, I'll gladly give such a pretty thing all the cum you want.'' He slapped the swollen folds hard, the wet crack echoing as Finley's clit throbbed under the impact, sending a fresh gush of arousal trickling out. Then he plunged back in, grinding his thumb against the abused nub, hips circling to smear the mess between them.
Finley's leg shook on the man's shoulder, the other one scrambling to wrap around his waist, muscles locking as the coil in his gut wound tighter. Finley's lips parted on a silent scream, drool stringing from his mouth to the gloved hand, tears carving clean paths through the sweat on his cheeks. The intruder released his jaw only to wrap those fingers around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his vision spot, thrusting with renewed savagery, as if he was trying to wring out everything.
His mind fractured under the onslaught, pleasure crashing through him like a fever dream- because this whole situation was a fever dream- leaving him feeling utterly.... stupid. His brain felt fogged and limp, every thought dissolving into the raw, pounding heat of his pussy being split open. He couldn't even form words anymore, just dumb, broken moans spilling from his lips. The man's hand stayed locked around his throat, thumb pressing into the pulse point, squeezing in time with the thrusts to make Finley's vision blur at the edges, stars bursting behind his eyelids even as he fought to keep them open under that piercing stare.
''Gone all dumb already, huh? Just needed a real man to show you how to fuck.'' The man rasped. A bunch of slick dribbled out of him, so much that he feels empty for a moment, and for a second he thinks he's pissed himself, or came.But he didn't. What was happing to him?
The bigger man twisted his grip on the throat, forcing Finley's head to tilt back further, exposing the column of his neck and leaned down to drag his tongue along it again, lapping up the fresh beads of sweat that rolled down.
The friction burned, delicious and agonizing, his clit grinding against the intruder's pubic bone with every grind, sending jolts that made his toes curl. Drool kept leaking from his slack mouth, bubbling over the intruder's fingers where they dug into his jawline now, smearing it across his cheeks in sticky streaks. He felt it everywhere- the mess of it cooling on his skin, the way his shirt stuck to his chest like a second skin, translucent and heavy with fluids.
The intruder didn't slow, didn't give him a second to breath, pulling his cock out to the tip just to watch Finley's hole flutter desperately, a thick glob of their combined arousal dripping from the stretched rim before he slammed back in, the force jolting Finley's whole body up the bed. He slapped his free hand against his swollen dick, more like an awkward swat from his angle, but it did its job on the fried nerves. The wet smack send a spray of slick across Finley's inner thighs. The sting made Finley buck, a fresh wave of heat coiling low in his belly, this overwhelming pleasure making his eyes roll back.
It was too much. He felt too much. Like his body was a live wire, but it couldn't stop. It didn't get a second to rest, so the sensations just stacked over each other until he felt like his brain would leak out of his ears.
He tried to beg, ''S-stop, please'', but it came out garbled, choked off by the pressure on his throat and the thumb shoving back into his mouth, hooking his cheek to make him drool more profusely. Saliva frothed at the corners, spilling in ropes that connected his lips to the gloved hand, and the man just wiped the mess across Finley's face before gripping his chin to yank his gaze back down. ''Eyes down now, yeah? Want you to watch while this cock makes you come so hard it makes you stupid.'' His thrusts turned punishing, short and vicious, the head of his cock ramming that sensitive bundle of nerves inside over and over.
Sweat poured off both of them now, the intruder's mask damp against Finley's skin as he pressed close, breath ragged through the fabric. He released the throat just to rake his nails down Finley's sides, leaving red welts that burned, then grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt to yank it up, exposing Finley's chest to the cool air. Nipples pebbled instantly, and the man pinched one hard, twisting until Finley cried out, the sound wet and muffled. The pain shot straight to his core, twisting the pleasure tighter, his pussy gushing around the cock still buried deep, fluids squirting out with each withdrawal in obscene bursts that soaked the sheets further.
''T-That's right, leak for me- make it nasty'', the intruder growled, his own speech slowly turning rough
Finley thinks he blacked out completely for a good minute after that, because when he came back, he was coming. The second orgasm ripped through him, fiercer than the first, his whole body seizing as slick flooded out in hot spurts, drenching the man's cock and balls, dripping down. A strangled wail left him, and the rest of the noise got swallowed by his own throat. His legs were tingling, like thousand small needles were in them, and his lower stomach tensed so hard that he started cramping.
This time the other was prepared, as soon as he had started coming, he stilled, buried to the hilt, pressing his weight to make sure he wasn't pushed out a second time.
He didn't mind too much. It was nicer coming with something inside of him after all-
The mans rhythm faltered for the first time, his breaths coming in harsh grunts through the mask as he chased his release, hips jerking in short, savage thrusts that barely pulled out before slamming back in. Each one ground the base of his cock against Finley's swollen clit, the friction too much for his oversensitive pussy, sending sharp stabs of overstimulation ripping through his core. Finley cried out, fat tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.
His bound hands twisted futilely against the belt, fingers clawing at the sheets as his body tried to escape the relentless assault, but the intruder's weight pinned him flat, chest heaving against Finley's, sweat-slick skin sliding together in a disgusting, slippery grind.
''Fuuuck, baby boy, your hole's milking me dry.''
Slick gushed with every short plunge, the obscene squelch filling the room as Finley's pussy walls fluttered weakly around the invading shaft, still spasming from the aftershocks of his own climax. He sobbed openly now, the sounds wet and broken, snot bubbling from his nose and dripping onto the pillow, his face a mess of tears, saliva, and smeared sweat that made his skin gleam under the dim light.
His pussy was burning from the overstimulation, every thrust feeling like it tore him apart inside, the head of the cock battering the sensitive walls.
Finally, the intruder groaned low, burying himself to the hilt with one last shove, his cock throbbing hot and thick inside of him. Cum erupted in heavy spurts, flooding the clenching channel with warmth that seemed to seep into every crevice, coating his walls in sticky ropes that overflowed immediately. He held there, grinding slow circles to push it deeper, forcing Finley's pussy to take it all as the excess bubbled out around his shaft, a nasty mix of his thick, white seed and Finley's slick creating a frothy, creamy mess that clung to the intruder's balls and dripped in strings down Finley's crack before soaking into the already ruined sheets.
He'd have to burn them later, he decided, just as a long groan left his mouth.
The combined fluids were filthy.. It smeared across Finley's inner thighs in wet smears, while more leaked from his stretched hole in slow, obscene dribbles, pooling warm and heavy under his ass like a puddle of shame. The intruder pulled out halfway, only to thrust back in once more, churning the mess into a frothy lather that foamed at the entrance, white flecks splattering until he finally stilled, savoring the way Finley's body quivered around him.
''Good fucking boy....'' He released Finley's hair, letting his head drop to the pillow with a soft thud, but kept his cock sheathed inside, plugging the worst of the leak as he caught his breath, gloved fingers tracing lazy patterns through the sticky fluids on Finley's skin.
The intruder lingered inside Finley for what felt like an eternity, his softening cock twitching occasionally. Minutes ticked by in heavy silence, broken only by Finley's ragged breaths.
Finally, the man shifted his hips and pulled out slowly, inch by inch, the drag of his shaft against Finley's tender walls making fresh slick and cum ooze from the gaping hole. It left Finley feeling empty and exposed, his pussy lips puffy and slack, the entrance fluttering weakly as if trying to close around nothing. A thick glob of the creamy mess followed.
But Finley was already drifting, his eyelids heavy and fluttering, body sinking into the mattress like dead weight. The ache throbbed deep in his core from the rough fucking, but laced with that satisfaction that he loved after sex, the kind that made his muscles hum with exhaustion. He had come twice, which was more than enough for him.
The intruder sat back on his heels, hands roaming over Finley's spent form, thumbs pressing into the bruises blooming on his hip. ''Christ, pretty boy, you look like a total wreck'', he murmured, one finger dipping into the leaking mess at Finley's hole and smearing it up his thigh in a lazy streak. ''All fucked out and sloppy, huh?''
Finley had once joked that his wrists were too delicate for handcuffs. He was too dainty, like porcelain.
Now they throbbed like they were lined with broken glass, the belt looped tight around them biting deeper with every shift of his weight.
The intruder exhaled through his nose, amused, as Finley squirmed against the mattress. ''Quit fussing.'' He muttered, fingers working under Finley’s back to undo the belt buckle. The leather slithered free, and Finley gasped as blood rushed back into his hands, the sudden release sending sharp prickles up his arms.
Strong hands caught his wrists before they could flop uselessly to the bed, kneading the stiff joints. The intruder’s hands were warm, if even a little sticky- but everything was- and the warmth felt good against Finley’s raw skin. He rolled his limp hands over, pressed them flat against his own stomach, and left them there.
Finley swallowed, flexing his fingers experimentally. They still hurt like a bitch. Not to start from his shoulders.
The other man was already sliding off the bed, the mattress dipping under his shifting weight as he stood. Finley watched through half-lidded eyes, still dazed, as the man tucked himself away.
A soft thump pulled Finley’s attention downward. A crumpled t-shirt had landed beside his thigh. ''Clean yourself up'' he said, not unkind. ''When you can move again.''
He exhaled, slow and shaky. His limbs felt like lead, every muscle loose and heavy with exhaustion. He blinked up at the intruder, sluggish and unfocused, his lashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks.
''You're a good fuck'', He dragged the back of his fingers down Finley’s thigh, the touch oddly gentle. ''Don’t take it personal.''
Finley didn’t respond, couldn’t, really. His throat was dry, his thoughts syrupy and slow.
He just blinked again, slow and sleepy, his body sinking deeper into the mattress. The intruder huffed, almost amused, before reaching over to snag the edge of the nearest blanket. He shook it out once, then draped it over Finley’s hips, tucking it loosely around his waist.
The fabric was cool against his overheated skin, the weight of it grounding in a way that made his eyelids droop further. The intruder lingered for a moment longer, his gloved hand resting briefly on Finley’s hip, before he straightened and turned toward the door.
Finley watched him go through half-lidded eyes.
Then the door clicked shut behind him.
He exhaled again, long and slow, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion tugging at his bones. The blanket was soft against his skin, the mess between his thighs cooling, sticky and uncomfortable. But it was unimportant now.
Somewhere outside, a car engine rumbled to life, the sound fading into the night as it pulled away. Finley didn’t move.
He didn’t think he could if he tried.
Instead, he let his eyes slip shut, his breathing evening out as sleep dragged him under.