Nate was known for defending the weak and bullied. If anyone stepped out of line and was mean to another student, word would spread about the scathing things Nate had said to them in retaliation. His verbal barbs were supposedly succinct and incredibly on the nose.
Looked like Kazimir wasn’t the only one good at reading people, something he should remember during this little game of his.
“Stop,” Nate managed to say, voice shaky. His eyes slipped closed and his pinched expression gave him away.
“Does it hurt?” Kaz asked anyway, just to make the pretty racer admit otherwise. Sure enough, Nate refused to answer, and he chuckled triumphantly. “It feels good, doesn’t it? This is nothing compared to what my cock will be making you feel in a moment.”
His eyes shot open and Nate tried to straighten again, gasping when Kazimir shoved his face all the way down until his forehead was pressed against the bottom of the cold porcelain basin.
Kaz had wanted to make him watch the whole thing, but if he wasn’t going to cooperate…This could work, too.
“Shouldn’t have let your guard down,” he said. “Someone like you, someone who tries so hard at doing the right thing, should know better than anyone how this world works. This is Vitality. You said you hate yourself? Because you lost a single race?” Kazimir ignored the fact he’d also been pissed at Nate for losing. “Here, let me give you a real reason. You’ve tried so hard to project this perfect image, even I’ve noticed.”
Nate struggled, trying to lift his head, but he didn’t say anything despite his obvious frustrations.
“Campus hero, valedictorian, golden boy,” Kazimir ticked them off as he pumped his fingers with more vigor than before, really preparing him now. “But that’s not all you are, is it. You like hiding just like the rest of us. Who’s the real you? Who’s the one you hate?”
“I don’t!” Nate insisted, and he was starting to sound more together than he had before.
Was he sobering up already? That wouldn’t do.
“Should I tell you who you really are, Nate Narek?” Unfortunately, it looked like he was going to have to speed this up. “Illegal street racer, drunk,” he bent and nipped at the back of Nate’s left shoulder, “and now, Kazimir Ambrose’s little bitch.”
Kaz didn’t give him time to react to that, yanking his fingers free so he could grab his weeping cock and line it up to that fluttering hole. He’d worked him open nice and good, so the initial press of his thick shaft against that entrance was met with little resistance. He groaned as he watched himself disappear into that hot, narrow passage, his other hand around Nate’s neck tightening to keep him in place when he was finally met with resistance a few inches in.
He rolled his hips and forced himself in deeper, getting off on both the feel and the sharp sounds Nate was now making. It no doubt hurt despite Kaz’s best efforts to prevent that from happening, but he was too far gone himself to bother being careful as he drove himself in all the way to the hilt.
Lights exploded behind his eyes, and for a moment, he simply stood there, cock buried in all that tight, wet heat. Nate’s muscles contracted around his length, and he actually had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep himself from coming then and there.
That was practically unheard of. Kazimir didn’t have any issues with premature ejaculation. His eyes narrowed down on the back of Nate’s head.
“Was that on purpose?” he asked. “Trying to make this end quickly?”
“I,” Nate gasped, “don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kazimir slapped his right ass cheek hard, watching the pale flesh there turn red with the outline of his fingers.
Nate swore and pulled his hips forward, dislodging a few centimeters of Kaz’s cock from him in the process.
He grabbed onto him and thrust, the urge to spank him again, even harder this time, scratching at the edge of Kaz’s psyche. The only thing that held him back was his plan. This wasn’t about hurting Nate physically.
He wanted to wreck the man mentally.
“Moan for me,” he ordered as he started fucking him with deep, steady motions, keeping his hands around Nate’s waist to force him on and off his cock. “I want you to remember how good this felt in the morning when you wake up and realize what you did. That you slept with a Devil and enjoyed every second of it. That you took my cock and my come up this sweet ass of yours and that I was your first.”
You never forgot your first, wasn’t that the saying? Good. Kazimir’s punishment would last a lifetime then. No matter how many weeks or months or years passed after this night, Nate would never forget how he was taken in a dirty bar bathroom against his will.
And how much he liked it.
“You’re going to remember what it felt like being stretched by my cock,” Kazimir continued, picking up the pace in the process as desire took hold. Nate was sobbing now, the sounds echoing in the basin, music to Kaz’s ears as he drilledinto him. “From now on, every time you lose a race, you’ll be brought back to this moment.”
He reached around and found Nate’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts, vaguely noting how impressive the pretty racer’s girth was in his hold. If this had been meant as anything other than a punishment for the way he’d spoken to Kaz at the boathouse, maybe he would have slowed down and flipped Nate around, as it were…
Being fucked like this, powerless to stop it yet loving it all the same, that’s what was going to really drive Nate crazy. What was going to make him feel debased and small. Drunk Nate had given away that he had low self-esteem, and Kazimir was going to feed that particular monster of his as recompense.
“Should have been nicer to me,” he whispered to Nate before he gave into his own monsters completely and went wild on him.
The sink shook, and the mirror rattled against the wall as he fucked Nate like the devil he was known to be, no longer caring that with each inward thrust, he was grinding Nate’s hips against the hard porcelain edge or that it would result in serious bruising tomorrow. He’d taken as much pain out of the experience as he could, felt confident his point had been made, and frankly, now Kaz wanted to focus on himself and his physical needs.
