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I look up meeting his half-closed eyes. Why does he need to look so hot while using me?

He starts to guide me over his length. One hand lands on his hips, while the other digs into his thigh. His eyes open and the disdain in them tears me apart. I’m nothing to him, just a hole he can use.

“This might hurt a little.” He laughs; he likes to abuse me like this. I mean nothing to him. Fuck him, I’m going to give him the best head he’s ever had. Although this is my first time doing this, I’ve read enough BL to give me some basic knowledge. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep. My teeth hit the sensitive part under the crown, and he hisses.

I pull back and a string of pre-cum hangs between his tip and my lips.

He smiles. “Good boy,” he groans, guiding me back over his length, pushing his head against my lips. He grunts in approval as he slips back into my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair as he pushes his hips forward making my confidence grow by the seconds while he trembles for me. He closes his eyes, and his mouth opens on a gasp. I grab his hips, my fingers digging in his flesh and his chest heaves as he bites on his bottom lip. I try to alternate between sucking and licking as I take him deeper, fighting against my gag reflex.

“So fucking wet and tight,” he praises. His hand tightens in my hair, and it hurts so good. He whispers my name and I stare up watching his heaving chest and feel the way his leg quivers under my hand.

My cock twitches and I moan. He opens his eyes and looks down between my spread legs. Pushing his hips forward he hits the back of my throat and I gag. I smack his hips with my fists as the tears stream down my cheeks. He reaches out and cups my cheek, his eyes heavy, the stoic look still there but also fire and something else I can’t place, possession maybe? I let him go with a loud pop. Slapping me again he smirks and fuck, I love it.

Moaning, I grab his ass cheeks with both hands, sliding his dick back into my mouth.

He lets out a strangled cry as I take him all the way into the back of my throat in one go. Swirling my tongue over the side he groans and pushes all the way out and back in, stretching my mouth painfully as I cry.

“Look at that. You’re taking my cock so good,” he says, his voice strained. “Is your asshole hurting too? I saw it clench when I was parting your cheeks before,” he asks, through his teeth.

I moan from his dirty words, and I nod as tears fall. He grunts, thrusting in and I gag again; he’s too big. I can barely breathe; my lungs are on fire and my cock is ready to burst. Saliva keeps dripping down my chin as he pushes against the back of my throat over and over, drawing out a low sigh from his chest as he bucks.

“Fuck Eliot,” he stammers throwing his head back, his hips pistoling back and forth and his ass straining.

His grip on my hair turns rougher, and the way he’s guiding me over his dick as I suck and hollow my cheeks makes me feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. He assaults my mouth, fucking me as I gag and try to push him away from me. I can’t breathe and my eyes widen in fear as I look up. He’s going to kill me.

I meet his lazy smile; he’s enjoying watching me gag and choke on his cock. He gets off on my fear and anger. I keep hitting his thigh with my fists, but he just smirks, not letting me go.

He tilts my head up and I groan in protest when he hits the back of my throat again; he’s going so much deeper this way. “You’re doing so good, qīn ài de,” he whispers. Tears slip down my cheek mixing with the water from the shower; I hate the nickname.

“Open your eyes,” he orders and my eyes flash open. His possessive stare almost has me coming as pre-cum drips from my slit. He grabs my hair tighter and keeps fucking my mouth, swearing under his breath, never breaking eye contact. I know he’s close as he thrusts his hips forward. I swallow, trying to prevent myself from suffocating around his length. It’s so deep it has me breaking out in goosebumps. I’m starting to pant, my chest heaving as the water runs down my mouth. I feel lightheaded as specks of black and white drift in front of my eyes. I start to feel limp and stop sucking, trying to fill my lungs with much needed air.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” he orders through his teeth, his hips roughly pressing me back against the wall making sure there’s nowhere to escape. “Nowhere left to run. You’re mine, bǎobèi. I’m going to own every part of your body. And destroy you for anyone else.”

I swallow again, pushing at his legs to get him to relent, to let me breathe. I gag and suck at the same time and he lets out a deep guttural growl which reverberates through my body. “Nowhere left to run after this,” he sneers.

I dig my fingers in his thighs, and he groans low and deep. He throws his head back and keeps repeating my name over and over and roars, rutting into me without stopping. He keeps pushing as the first jets of hot cum hit the back of my throat. My eyes roll into the back of my head from the lack of oxygen; I feel like passing out, but he grabs my throat and orders me to swallow. I open my eyes and he keeps spilling his release against the inside of my cheeks. It spills from my lips and drips down my neck. I splutter and swallow, sucking on the tip of his dick, taking everything from him, and the moment he pulls out I fall sideways against the floor coughing my lungs out as I gulp down the last of his cum. My lungs burn and my chest heaves as I gasp for air. Anticipating the splitting headache from when my temple hits the floor, I close my eyes. But my face doesn’t smash against the tiles; his palm is right there to save me.

He crouches down and stares at my bloody knees, scraped from dragging across the floor while he fucked my mouth. Moon softly runs the pad of his thumb over the open wound, confusing me, so at odds with the man who ordered me to choke on his cock a minute ago. He looks guilty for a second, but his stare quickly turns hard again when he presses hard on the cut and I cry out. He doesn’t care if he makes me bleed, or almost kills me with his dick, or his hands.

My eyes close; I need to sleep, my head feels like it’s ready to burst, but I open them the moment I feel him slapping my cheek again. “Breathe, Eliot, open your eyes.”

I groan; did I really pass out? My lungs are still burning as I struggle to inhale. The salty, sweet taste of him lingers on my tongue. I sigh, my knees sting from the cuts. He hoists me up by my arms and presses me against the cold tiles while my body trembles and my head lulls to the side.

He cups my cheeks, and I cower back a little as he towers over me. “Breathe,” he says, much more gently this time. The sound of his voice makes me want to cry.

“Please, stop,” I beg as he looks at my tear-streaked face, and hiccup from the sob tearing through my broken body.

“Little psycho likes the pain?”

“Yes, you fucking know I do!” I yell in his face. I don’t care if he’s my superior, I hate him. I hate that this doesn’t mean anything to him. I hate that my dick is still hard as it juts out between us. I hate that he was waiting for me to turn legal when he first touched me. That’s the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard. Counting down the minutes to finally jerk me off. Who the fuck does that?

He pushes his thumb in my mouth again and his smile is both full of anger and mocking. I bite on his thumb drawing blood, and he groans. “You’re a quick learner,” he praises, and I hate myself how my heart starts to swell because of his approval. He looks down between our bodies and the corner of his mouth hikes up into a full-blown smile. My dick twitches from the look he just gave me and I want to die right here, right now. I hate how my body responds to him, how it betrays me every time he touches me or looks my way.

“You need me to ask your friend Yuki to take care of that? Or do you want me to do it for you?”

“Fuck you.” I spit in his face, my chest heaving from my rage and hurt.

He wipes at the saliva mixed with his cum and cups my cheek violently. He throws an arm around my shoulder and draws me against his body.