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The moment that Cobs shoved MePhone against the wall, he figured out what Cobs was planning on doing to him. He squirmed in his grasp, trying to inch away from it like it was scalding water that he was thrown in.
Cobs’ grasp tightened on his wrists. It stopped all of MePhone’s movements, not because it was so strong that he couldn’t, but because it was so painful that MePhone couldn’t do anything but writhe in pain as Cobs did whatever he wanted. Anytime Cobs’ hands moved even an inch up or down his wrists it felt like rope dragging across his skin, rubbing it rawer and rawer with each pass. MePhone was sure that Cobs was going to leave marks on his wrists, and even surer that Cobs knew it too.
Cobs pulled one of his hands away from MePhone’s wrists and towards his pants. He tightened his grip on MePhone’s wrist with his remaining hand to make sure that he wouldn’t attempt to squirm out of them.
MePhone let out a pained whimper. He could barely even feel his hands anymore, but he could sure as hell feel the tight grip that Cobs kept on his wrists.
“Shh… It’s going to be okay, four. Just let me do this, and everything will be fine,” Cobs whispered in his ear. His voice sounded comforting, but just a bit too sweet. Almost like synthetic orange candy, almost the right taste, but too sweet to be real.
MePhone let out another pained whimper. Tears had started falling from his eyes, although he couldn’t pinpoint when he had started crying. “Please, Cobs. Stop, please,” MePhone begged in a broken sob.
Cobs let out a bitter chuckle before leaning in again. “Oh, four. That isn’t going to get you anywhere.”
MePhone stayed silent. It wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Cobs didn’t care about him, and there was no way that he could overpower him in any way that mattered at the time. In the moment all that MePhone could wish for was a way out. He wished that he could grow wings and fly away, that Cobs would just stop, or flat out kill him so at the least he wouldn’t have to feel it when Cobs used his body like it was his own personal sex toy.
MePhone silently cried as he heard Cobs unzipping his pants. He continued to stay silent as he felt Cobs feeling for his port. He stayed silent as he felt Cobs’ dick pressing inside of his port.
He wanted to scream out, but he was just too tired to try. He knew it was hopeless anyways. If he stayed silent, maybe this would be over faster. Although it already felt like an eternity, maybe it would be a shorter eternity.
Cobs slammed himself all the way into MePhone’s port. It was just hard enough to make a small pathetic whimper escape from MePhone’s throat. He squirmed around in Cobs’ grasp, trying to get even one of his hands free. Not to fight him off, but to keep a hand over his mouth. He didn’t want anyone to hear those sounds, let alone Cobs.
“No, four. I want to hear those sounds, no matter how much you don’t want me to,” Cobs said almost like he was scolding a child. It was almost like Cobs could read his mind. Like he knew what he wanted, but was deliberitly making sure he never got it.
When Cobs started thrusting in and out of his port, MePhone let out another whimper. It sounded more like a moan than a whimper, and even though he was making sure he looked anywhere but Cobs’ face, he was sure that it was only turning him on more.
MePhone could feel every time that Cobs moved inside of him, even if it was such a small movement that he wouldn’t be able to feel it in any other scenario. It was excruciating every time Cobs thrust into MePhone’s port. Each time he pulled almost all the way out of his port before slamming all the way back in.
At some point, MePhone had felt the sensation of a liquid running down his thighs. He was sure that Cobs hadn’t cum yet, which only left one option left. He didn’t dare look down at his legs, he probably wouldn’t be able to see anything anyways. He would only see Cobs’ dick moving in and out of him.
Eventually, Cobs’ thrusts became more erratic. MePhone was sure that Cobs was close now. After a few more moments of Cobs thrusting in and out of his port, the realization that Cobs had no intention of pulling out when he came dawned on him.
MePhone scrambled to get his thoughts together in time. “Cobs, please. Don’t cum inside, please,” MePhone begged. His voice almost sounded alien to him, he never talked like that before. He had never heard so much fear in his own voice before.
Cobs didn’t even respond. He was too far gone in the ecstasy that he was getting from MePhone’s body to even hear him.
Cobs forced himself deeper into MePhone’s port than he had ever gone and stilled. MePhone could feel Cobs’ hot cum filling his port. It was more uncomfortable than just having Cobs’ dick inside of him.
When Cobs finally pulled out, MePhone’s legs nearly gave out under him. Somehow he had kept himself upright by leaning hard on the wall behind him. He slowly started to inch towards the other side of the wall that was closer to his room. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up by just leaning on the wall for much longer. He needed to get back to his room, or at least to a corner so that he could have support on two sides.
Cobs didn’t even look at him as he tidied himself up. Once he had pulled his pants back up he quickly left without a word.
MePhone limped back to his room as fast as he could, which wasn’t particularly fast. When he finally got back to his room he didn’t even attempt to clean himself up. The only thing he did was assess just how much damage Cobs had done to his body.
There was blood leaking from his port and down his legs. It was mixing with the cum that Cobs had just deposited inside of him. He could feel the bruises that were forming inside of his port. He could also feel bruises forming on his wrists where Cobs had held them together. He still couldn’t feel his hands entirely.
Finally, MePhone decided that he had had enough of looking over the damage that Cobs had caused. Maybe it would get better if he went to bed.
