“This is how Joel liked to sit on you, right? He used to slide himself on your cock.”
Will hates how much Nate knows about his relationship with Joel, down to the little, dirty details.
“Did you feel in control when you hurt him?”
“No.” He didn’t feel in control over anything throughout their relationship. Even during the good times, before the madness, he allowed himself to be led by the force of nature that was Joel Buchanan.
“I know what you want,” Nate says teasingly. “You want to fuck me, don’t you, baby?”
He tastes bile, but trying to refuse will make this night even longer. He gives a single nod, and Nate smiles and says, “You’ll need to get hard for that. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” Nate has been stroking him throughout the evening, keeping him hard while people were being butchered on screen.
Nate gets up and goes to his bedroom, whistling ajoyful tune. Will tries again to roll his shoulders and crane his stiff neck, but it barely helps with the discomfort and numbness. All that weed has made his brain feel massive, as if it shouldn’t fit inside his skull. He doesn’t know what time it is, but he assumes it’s after midnight. Stepping into Nate’s house feels like getting sucked into a black hole, where the common rules of time and space no longer apply.
Nate returns fully naked, holding a bottle of lube. His body is plain and skinny, his cock larger than his small frame implies.
“I’m not used to having things up there, so you’ll need to take it easy with me. I know you liked going rough with poor Joel, but you’ll need to tame yourself with me.”
Even with the fog around his senses, his anger rises to the surface. “That’s not how it happened.”
Nate comes closer, making Will tense. “Oh yeah? You didn’t hurt him during sex?”
Will looks away. “You know why I did that.”
“What, because heaskedyou to?” He snorts. “A sick man wanted you to hurt him, and you did. What a great way to make him better!”
Will allows the words to cut, like those people on screen who bled and bled.
“Evil,” Nate whispers in his ear. “I saw the marks you left on Joel, all those nasty bruises. You can pretend all you want and hope people will forget, but you and Iknow the truth. You’re evil to your core, aren’t you? And nowIneed to cleanse you. For the memory of Joel, and how much he loved you, I’m giving you this gift. You better appreciate it.”
In a dark and cold place in Will’s soul, he does appreciate it. This type of evil is necessary.
“Get hard for me, baby.” Nate rubs lube on Will’s cock, stroking firmly. “Close your eyes and go to your happy place. Do whatever you need to get that cock hard.”
Knowing that Nate isn’t a patient man, Will closes his eyes and tries to picture someone else touching him right now. His mind calls on a beautiful man with long, black hair and pale skin. Beautiful big, blue eyes with long lashes. He feels selfish bringing Owen into this fantasy, almost guilty, but he can’t control his thoughts at this state.
“That was quick.”
Will opens his eyes to see Nate positioning himself. Slowly, he lowers his hips, rubbing his asshole against Will’s cock.
“Easy now,” he says, even though he’s the one dictating the pace. “I know you love to hurt, but try to control yourself. Damn, that’s a big cock.” He hisses, biting his lip as more of Will breaches him.
“Don’t rush it,” Will says.
“Shut the fuck up; it’s not rocket science.” He begins to fuck himself, his hands resting on Will’s chest. He leans down for a kiss, his tongue shifting in Will’smouth like a snake.
There’s no pleasure in any of this, but he’s not meant to feel pleasure—just like with the mayor’s guests. Being used is not like making love, though it’s been so many years since he experienced lovemaking that he no longer remembers how it feels.
At least it doesn’t take Nate long to climax. He shoots over Will’s stomach and chest, gasping and shivering. “Damn, that was intense. Sorry I didn’t last longer, baby.”
“My arms…”
“Huh? Oh, right.” Nate rises slowly, hissing as Will’s softening cock slips out of him.
With the rope no longer around his wrists, Will carefully moves his arms to the front, but the pain still hits like burning needles. “I need to go home.”
“It’s not that late. Go take a shower. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”
