Page 54 of Inevitable Destruction

EVERETT

“Rats”—Motionless In White

The feelof Dominik’s puckered hole against my finger has my spent cock twitching. There’s something about him possibly becoming a pliant, quivering mess underneath me that has me demanding more than I bargained for.

I massage my finger in circles over his entrance, not breaching him, just rubbing and getting him used to the foreign sensation. I don’t want to hurt him…

On second thought.

I press into him on instinct, letting the tip of my finger breach the extremely tight muscle. Dominik’s body locks as he clenches tightly at the intrusion. I can almost feel the fucking sting of it myself. However, I just laugh, finding myself quite enjoying his comically wide eyes, filling with tears.

I push more of the digit inside of him, fighting through the resistance, and those tears start to stream down his face.

“Please stop, that—fuck, that hurts.” He’s to the point of crying, and I smile wider, pushing until my knuckle bumps against his milky white ass.

“I told you to relax.”

“I can’t. It hurts. Stop, okay? I promise I won’t need any more pills, just please stop.” He’s sobbing in earnest now, clawing at my arms and digging his heels into the mattress to get away from me. And fuck if my dick isn’t getting hard all over again, not only from hearing but also feeling his pain.

His eyes are scrunched shut as tightly as they can go, so tight I can see tiny little wrinkles on his eyelids. His cheeks are flushed a deep red, along with his parted, swollen lips. The rest of his body is covered in sweat, ghastly pale, and littered with stark blueish green veins.

The most interesting part is his cock is soft against his abdomen now, no longer hard and leaking like it was—and that brings me the deepest, sickest pleasure.

“Don’t like a finger in your ass, Dominik?” I taunt him, still slowly pushing my index finger in and out of his tight hole. He whimpers in pain, his head shaking back and forth frantically, but he doesn’t answer me with words.

I lift a brow as I stare at his cock. It’s interesting how he’s crying and writhing around in pain, yet he’s not moving away from me anymore. I’m no longer holding his legs in place, and instead he’s lying there, wanton, with his legs spread like the shameless little slut he is.

There’s one thing that would be better than him writhing in pain underneath me—him living with the humiliation of loving it.

I lean down until my lips brush his soft member before opening my mouth and running my tongue up and down his silky soft skin. I bite back my smirk as it starts to harden underneath my touch. When he’s at half mast, I take my free hand and grip his base to suck him into my mouth.

He groans salaciously as I increase suction, and when I push him to the back of my throat and swallow, his ass clenches. With the tight restriction of him, around my finger and his dick hitting the back of my throat, I start losing control over my thoughts and let myself enjoy the unexpected new portion of this… deal we have. Not that it’s a deal, really. Especially not this.

Instead, I focus on the heat pooling in my groin as I crook my finger on an upstroke inside of Dominik’s ass. I search around for… The tip of my finger presses against the button inside of him. Dominik’s lower half jerks off the bed in surprise followed by a deep, heavy groan as his channel massages my finger. Just as he starts rocking his hips to the motion, I stop and take a moment to stare at him.

His cheeks are flushed a deep red, splotches dotting his naked chest. Sweat sparkles over his body, some of it pooling in the divots in his muscles. I run my tongue along a bead of it lingering just next to his navel. I lap it up and follow the small path of hair leading directly to his erect penis.

It shines with my saliva, hard and jerking with every touch. I suck it back into my mouth, creating as much suction as I can. It doesn’t take much—between my finger milking his prostate and the head of his dick brushing the back of my throat with every bob of my head, Dominik stiffens and lets out an agonized cry.

The first spurt of his release shoots into my mouth before I pull off and jerk him through the rest of his orgasm. His dick pulses hot streams of cum across his chest and lower abdomen as my knuckles jab against his backside. I finger fuck him as hard as I can, and his ass quivers around my fingers, clenching so fucking tight, my eyes roll back just imagining how he would feel around my cock.

The second he stops spasming, I yank my finger out—which I’m sure burns like a motherfucker. He lets out a soft groan and immediately presses his legs together. He puts his arms under his head, then curls in on himself, almost into a ball.

I stare at him, slightly amused while also equally confused, but after a minute, I shake my head and throw my clothes on as quickly as I took them off. My shirt is still damp, and it clings to my skin, but if the raindrops splattered across the window in Dominik’s room is any indication, I’m about to become a whole lot more wet.

Running my hand through my hair and pushing it back from my face, I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans and grab the bottle of pills I brought with me. I toss them on the bed next to his head and leave his apartment without a backward glance.

It’s not until I’m swinging my leg over my bike that I allow myself to breathe. I pull out my pack of smokes and bite the cigarette with my teeth as I dig out my zippo lighter. I trace the edges of the sharp metal absentmindedly before I flick the lid open and hold the flame over the end until it glows bright red.

After I inhale a few drags and the nicotine is circling through my bloodstream, I start my bike and pull out of the apartment complex’s parking lot. With the cold, wet wind whipping my hair from my face, and the smoke from the cigarette going straight into my nostrils, I squeeze my eyes shut. Just for a few seconds, I allow the darkness to wash over me and reset my mind.

This is revenge for my father. That’s all there is to it. But I have to admit, I also get my rocks off seeing Dominik fall from grace so fucking far, he’s willing to suck my cock for his pills.But that’s all it was ever supposed to be. And there I went, shoving my fingers in his ass and actually loving the fact he was so conflicted about how it made him feel.

I still remember my first time. It was with Chad, my high school friend who eventually became my fuck buddy, too. He was on the soccer team, and I was the loner, I guess you could say. But I mostly just kept to myself because I couldn’t deal with everyone’s fucking stupidity.

We used to hang out every day after school and do dumb shit like steal bikes that were left at the school playground and ride around town smoking cigarettes I stole from Pops and drinking whiskey Chad stole from his dad.

Eventually, it turned into more when fleeting touches became lingering ones. We started fooling around and exploring each other’s bodies. He would suck my dick, and I would suck his, which led to fingers wandering. And a few months after that, I finally fucked him.

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