I’m like a moth to the flame, and the ropes are the fire.
“You breathing okay, bitch?” he asks, his voice echoing slightly. I can’t see him, can’t see what he’s doing, and I hate that it turns me on so fucking bad.
“Don’t pretend to care, asshole.”
“Didn’t ask ‘cause I give a shit. Just keeping your worthless ass alive while I destroy your cunt.”
He laughs again, and I feel the mattress dip as he climbs on. His hands are rough as he runs them down my thighs, stroking, gripping, feeling the muscles tense and quivering. His breath is heavy—I can hear it well—and I wonder if his cock is as hard as mine.
“You like being tied up and helpless?”
I bite my lip, not wanting to admit it, but the truth’s already out.
“Yeah. Fucking love it.”
“I always knew you were a dog on a leash, Arakawa,” he says, and slaps my ass with so much force, I feel my eyes water. “Kobayashi-san trains you boys tight. Guess I’ll loosen you up.”
He takes his hands away for a second, and suddenly there’s this icy-wet shit slithering up my ass crack. Lube, I realize, feeling two fingers force my hole open. And holy fuck does it hurt. Pain blooms, and I buck against the ropes tying me down. The cord around my neck bites deep, choking me while I thrash—gonna leave bruises for weeks, probably. I don’t give a single shit—it feels fucking amazing.
“Fuck, you squirm like a little bitch,” he growls, pushing a finger deeper. “Come on, fight me. Kick. Don’t fucking limp around like a pussy.”
“Insane piece of crap.”
“Nah. You’re the crazy one here. Fucking love it.”
His fingers plunge deeper, knuckle-deep now, scraping my insides. I buck against the suspension chains, leather cuffs biting into my ankles as the metal links overhead clatter.
“Fucking—holy shit!” The pain blooms hot and bright behind my navel, radiating down my thighs. Hurts so fucking good I wanna smash his teeth in.
“That’s it,” Ryo growls, voice dripping with fucked-up glee. “Thrash harder, bitch. Fight me. Make me work for it.”
My hole burns, muscles clenching uselessly around the invasion. The chains groan as I thrash, hips jerking wildly.
“You want more?” He twists his fingers inside me. “Beg for it.”
“In your fucking dreams,” I gasp, choking on the rope cinched around my throat.
He does it anyway. Three fingers jam in to the fucking hilt, forcing through muscle. The scream rips out of me before I can stop it, echoing off the concrete walls.
“Fuck yeah!”Ryo’s free hand slams down on my ass, fingers digging into the welt he left earlier. “Fucking thrash for me like the rabid dog you are.”
My body convulses, fighting the chains and the hand buried in my guts. Saliva drips off my chin, pooling on the mattress. And there’s nothing I can do about any of it.
My cock throbs, hard and leaking already.
“Gonna fuck you now. Will you bleed for me, Arakawa?”
He yanks his fingers out, and the sudden emptiness aches worse than the stretch. I hear the rustle of his jeans, the clink of a belt buckle. Then the hot slap of his cock against my ass.
He spits a heavy glob right on my open hole. He won’t put more lube in there—the crazy piece of shit really wants to make me bleed. Then the blunt head of his dick presses against me.
“Breathe out, slut.”
I don’t. I suck in a ragged gasp—and he rams forward.
The invasion is absolute, merciless, andcomplete. He sheathes himself to the root in one thrust. My vision whites out. The pain feels seismic—ripping through my pelvis, shattering my spine, exploding behind my eyes.
Holy shit, who knew it would feel this good to get railed?
