Page 49 of Breaking You Open

“Nope,” Aaron replied. “He’s my obedient little lapdog.”

His friends chuckled, and one of them asked, “What’s that mean?”

“He’ll do anything I ask and let me do anything to him. Watch.” Aaron grabbed my jaw and shoved two fingers into my mouth so deep I gagged. I spluttered when he withdrew, but I didn’t move or protest.

The friends laughed. “That’s fucked up, man.”

“Look, he won’t even protest if I do this.” Aaron stuck his hand between my legs and squeezed my balls. I yelped and squirmed in his grip but still didn’t make any serious move to get away from him. “See?” he mumbled. “I can do whatever I want to him. He’s like a useless little doll.” He grabbed me by the jaw and whispered into my ear, “My useless little sex doll, isn’t that right?” He licked the side of my face, and his friends laughed harder. By this point, they’d all but abandoned the TV to instead watch my foster brother embarrass me in front of them all. He’d done all this with me alone but never in front of others. It was just supposed to be between me and him, in private.

“Anyone want to try him out?” he asked.

Wait, no, he can’t mean…Can he?My eyes widened in horror, and my heart started beating erratically.

“Yeah,” one of his friends grunted—a big guy with beady eyes and a stained green T-shirt. “I’ll have a go.”

“Go sit with Brad,” Aaron hissed into my ear.

“I don’t want to,” I hissed back.

“Sure you do,” Aaron said, and I heard his smirk as he squeezed my crotch again. “Yesterday you were so hungry for my cock that I could barely keep up.”

Sure, yesterday I’d needed his comfort because yesterday one of my bullies had chased me across the yard and thrown rocks at me. But I didn’t want anyone else. Only Aaron.

He pushed at my lower back and jostled his legs to make me lose balance, forcing me to get off him. “Go on, now. Be a nice little doll, and I’ll be nice to you later.”

I glanced back at Aaron, and he leaned back in his chair, a wicked grin on his face as he laid a palm over his crotch. Squeezing my eyes shut, I went to sit on the couch in Brad’s lap. His belly pressed against my lower back, and he chuckled as I put my full weight on him.

“He’s so small and light.”

At the same time, the porn actress on the screen started screaming in ecstasy. I cast a horrified glance Aaron’s way, and his attention was all on me as he stroked himself on the outside of his pants.

“I can really do whatever I want to him, huh?” Brad grunted. “I can do this?” His hand slid up my front and squeezed my left nipple. I yelped and tried to get away, but his arm held my waist in an iron grip. “This?” Gripping my hips, he pressed me down onto his crotch, and I felt his erection through our clothes.

“Aaron,” I said, and I was shaking now, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Aaron, please.”

It was like I broke some kind of spell. One moment, Aaron was leering at me and palming his crotch. The next, his smile fell, and his eyes darkened.

“Let the fuck go of him,” he barked at Brad. “He didn’t like that.”

“B-But you said I could—”

“Didn’t you hear me? Let him go, you fat fuck.”

Brad snorted and let me get off his lap.

I went immediately to Aaron, and he wiped my tears away and whispered into my ear, “I know, I know. Only me, right? You only want me. You’remysex doll. No one else’s.”

Back in Louis’s bedroom, I keep lapping my cum off his belly with a strange sense of peace. I know Louis would never treat me the way Aaron did that day. He wouldn’t try to share me among his friends and then change his mind when shit got too real. Turns out, Aaron’s useless little sex doll was more useful than his pea-sized brain could even fathom.

A jolt of anxiety shoots through me at my thoughts, but I try to push the feeling away and take refuge once again in Louis’s warm arms. For Louis, I’d willingly be a sex doll, but I wouldn’t be useless; I’d behis. I’d serve his pleasure, and he’d serve mine, and I can’t imagine anything more useful or beautiful than that.

Chapter 16

Louis

I should have givenRavi a black eye for letting Sparrow escape and putting him in danger, but when he shows up later that day with a bag of hamburger patties and buns, it’s like nothing ever happened between us. He’s lucky everything with Sparrow worked out. Otherwise, he would have tasted my fist for sure, and he wouldn’t be smiling like that where he sits now on my patio while I grill said hamburger patties.

“So,” Ravi says, “what’s it been like having him here with you?” He points into the living room, where Sparrow is lying on his stomach, waving his legs about and watching those nature documentaries he can’t seem to get enough of. When he sees me and Ravi watching him, his eyes brighten, and he waves at us.

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