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Aaron walked inside when the guards opened the door. The place was emptier than he had expected, if he was being honest. He supposed that was good. He went to the counter and placed his folder of documents. His lips trembled in a smile as he looked at the receptionist.
“Evening, miss. I’m here for James Green.”
She sighed, but her face seemed to lift when she saw the papers.
“You’re here to pick him up.” Aaron wasn’t sure if that was a statement or a question, but was that relief in her voice? His smile widened, he clenched his fists on top of the counter. He nodded. “We can send someone to get him ready to go or you can do it yourself, sir.”
“I would prefer to do it myself. He’s been touched by others way too much at this point.”
Aaron didn’t consider himself a jealous person, he didn’t even care about this bastard. He was just excited to get his hands on him once and for all.
The receptionist made him sign some papers and then gave him a keycard with a number on it.
He walked down the hallway and clenched his fists, he could feel his hands shaking, his blood boiling.
What would he look like? Aaron doubted he had time to do exercise these days, unlike himself.
He reached the door. His breathing was quick, he was grinding his teeth. Would he recognize him? No, no, how could he?
But he wanted him to. What would be the point if the bastard didn’t? He did well bringing the pictures.
Aaron opened the door and there he was. He clenched his teeth harder in a grin. The man that had taken so many nights from him, the man that had ruined his last years of school… He had been okay after school finished, like it hadn’t happened at all. But those years, those two years had been hell.
The man that had made him feel so small was there; on his knees, hands tied behind his back and blindfolded.
James grunted, crawling away from the door until his back hit the wall. He was shaking.
Aaron could feel the blood rushing south. He was quick to unzip his pants and bring his fingers to the tiny button between his testicles and penis. The first times it had been so difficult, he could only laugh about it now. He had trained for this, he had prepared for this exact moment.
Well, not only for this moment. That would be ridiculous. He wasn’t obsessed.
The man finally spoke.
“Get away from me! I’ll fucking…I’ll bite your dick off. Get out! F-fuck you!”
Aaron looked at him. He was a skinnier now, his hair had been shaved and his body had all shades of purple. It looked great on him. No cuts or marks that showed the use of tools. That was good. Looking up at the ceiling, he saw a camera in a corner. That explained how they could keep his orders being followed.
He approached while toying with the button and when he was in front of the bound man he was already fully hard. He kept begging but Aaron didn’t hear it anymore.
It was easy to pin him down, he was so much lighter than Aaron imagined. His hand fit perfectly around his throat, he had to resist the urge to just squeeze…
No. No, he had to enjoy this. He couldn’t ruin everything he had worked so hard for.
They had him naked, which made this easier but also angered him. It would have been just as easy for any of the others to do it. He frowned and squeezed the flesh of one of the man’s asscheeks, as if that would help his doubts. It did make him feel better when he howled at a bruise being pressed.
“What are you-? That’s not allowed! Fuck off, I’m…I’m serious, it’s oral only. Stop it. Just, stop-“ Aaron slammed his cock inside and the man’s words were cut off by a scream. He went still for a moment and then his squirming got even worse. “Pull out!! Pull out now, fuck! Please, please stop it. Fucking asshole, stop! I’ll suck you off, please! Pull out!!”
The man was sobbing now, squeezing him so hard Aaron hissed. He didn’t want to respond to the man’s begging but he could actually injure himself at this point. He pulled out, giving him a moment of rest as he spat on his hand. He shoved two fingers roughly, he was already being way too generous, much more than what this bastard deserved. He toyed with the man’s ass for a while, enjoying his little sobs and pleas. The motherfucker was loud alright. Had he been just as loud?
He froze for a second, gasping. No. No, he wouldn’t think about it. He couldn’t, he was doing so well. He wouldn’t think about his sweaty hands undressing him, touching him…
He clenched his teeth and pulled his fingers out, quickly replacing them with his cock. The screams grounded him again, he breathed in deeply. It wasn’t like that. He was okay.
“You like that, motherfucker?” He started thrusting. He slapped the man’s ass, delighting in the way he squeezed his cock harder. “Not so tough now, huh? No, you were never tough. Picking out on people weaker than you. Fuck, you feel amazing!”
Aaron slammed forward, groaning loudly as the perfect spot at the base of his cock was suddenly enveloped by James’s hole. He rocked his hips back and forth, not really pulling out, just enjoying the changes of pressure in that particular spot.
He didn’t think he’ll enjoy it this much. This was just reckoning, in and out. But the man screamed so beautifully, cried so pitifully. He could press the bruises to make him sing, or punch to make new ones.
Aaron had planned to sell him to a brothel once he was done, but he simply couldn’t do that anymore. This was power, he was drunk on it. And he wouldn’t stop drinking.
“Stop…please…” he pleaded in between little sobs. “Please, I don’t k…what did I do to you?? Fuck off already…”
The words died down into unintelligible cries as Aaron picked up the pace. He groaned, digging his nails into the man’s hips.
He came soon after, throwing his head back and moaning. He stayed like that for a moment, catching his breath. He pulled out slowly, James whined, he scoffed.
He pulled the man’s cheeks apart to see the state of that poor hole.
And then he saw it, on the floor. A puddle of cum. Aaron laughed, making the man flinch and start sobbing.
This had all been so, so worth it.