His lips trailed across my face, leaving soft kisses everywhere, his tongue licking around the mole next to my ear, all I could focus on was his breath, the sensation of his wet tongue, and the feeling of his hand reaching my stomach, pinching me every so often. I felt hazy like everything was too much, too hot, and dizzy. He was whispering in my ears, bitting it when I did not respond, he played with my hair for a moment. Soft trembling noise would come out when I tried to move, only to be hushed, his finger on my mouth, separating my lips, and touching my teeth,  he had a devious smirk plastered on his face, it really fitted him.

He watched me like this for a few more moments, before taking a few photos and humming as his hands reached my hip:“ You must be stuffy here too, right?“ He did not wait for my response as the moment he pulled on the zipper he spoke again: “Wow, you are already hard, but we barely have done anything. You must find me sexy. „ soft touches followed on my sides as he lifted my upper body up, his hands moved all the way to my scapulas, he once again was on top of me, he was on his knees, his knees spreading my legs, he adjusted my blue pillow to be right under me and laid me on the bed once again. He made sure he was comfortable before he continued to kiss me, my neck, leaving marks, chewing my skin after a kiss, jokingly saying:“ few bites, before I taste the dessert.“ His kisses continued, and his lips did not hesitate leaving trails, leaving marks, leading to my nipples, where he stayed for a while. He was listening to my body talk, or so he said, listening to my moans and groans. His eyes were excited like a child's, he was playing with a toy. He sucked on it hard, it swole in seconds and he played ping pong across it with his fingers, squeezing it and teasing it by rubbing it, while he sucked on the other one. I felt a rush and he looked at me with a teasing smile: “Oh, you really enjoyed it.“ His hand squeezed me down there saying: “This bad boy came. What should I do, it was not time for it yet.“ He pulled down my pants, and my stained underwear, looking at it, he hummed as he continued to suck and kiss on my skin just under my nipples, waiting and moving down across my stomach with his kisses, showing me that I was once again hard.

He pulled out his camera again, I tried to move once again but I was too weak to manage anything, his voice rang:“ Don't move, I won't take photos.“ He pulled the memory tape out and spread it, bitting it off,  taking the shorter end and wrapping it around the base of my dick, the cold and plastic sensation freaked me out, I tried my best to move my legs, only managing to get my muscles spasming. His hands softly touched my muscles, pushing my legs back on the bed, somehow calming them with pure pressure from his hands. He had a serious look on his face, before a devious smile was back, the moment he realized my legs had no strength left, he moved his hands.

Tapping my dick with his index finger and thumb, maintaining it up, as his other hand pulled on my left nipple. His mouth was busy devouring the skin above my hips, following the lines of the hip bone, and then instead of going for the middle, he started to bite the inner parts of my thighs. The pain caused my groans to be audible. Every time my penis would leak, he would tighten the ribbon.

He marveled looking at me for a moment, before pulling out two things from the bag. Another blue drink and a condom. Taking a sip, some of it slipped from his mouth, sliding his muscular chest, down the abs, and ending under his pants, he hummed:“ I guess, you are ready for some fresh air and action.“ He pulled out his belt, the pants slid down once he pulled them slightly.  The bulge was visible as he was standing right in front of me, I finally realized, I was supposed to be scared.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, and together with me my blue pillow came, he adjusted me, he was rather careful with my body, my legs were dangling from the bed, and he pulled me up in a sitting position. Leading my hands to touch it, the hardcore bulge, he made me reach into his underwear. „ It's big right, I wonder if it will fit in there.“ The whispers made me want to rebel. I gathered my strength the best I could and I squeezed as I could. It was not much judging by the lack of his reaction. I was pushed back down. My hands above my head, and he wrapped them with the rest of the memory tape.

With hands above my head, completely naked, him over me, all I wanted was this to be done quickly. He seemed to think my giving up was permission:“ Well aren't you a good boy“ his hands traveled my body, pressing onto my muscles here and there, tracing all the way to my hands, before using the same route to go back, his dick on top of my, the size completely overshadowing mine. His hands were wet, as he spilled blue drink across his hands, rubbing them together before grabbing our dicks, and licking his fingers. Humming happily, as he sipped on the liquid, and playing with it in his mouth. Increasing friction with the rubbing of his hand, and with his hips rocking forward, faster and faster until the first drops of precum leaked from his dick on top of mine.

Suddenly all I could feel was strong pressure on my thighs, pushing them down. Masaru-kun was grabbing them with his hands, other than them all I could see was his honey hair. Warm liquid flew into my anus, warm and sticky, with a small amount of pressure, but it kept going in as it was pushed by his tongue. In a few moments, I could sense the taste of grapes in my mouth. It had overpowered the sweet taste of strawberry. His tongue was trying to tie a cherry with my insides, making them squirm in an uncomfortable way. He moved my tights further apart, and he pushed with his face harder, I could feel his nose poke my balls, and his hair rubbed my penis, the sensation was weird but stimulating. He stopped for a moment, as he took another sip of the drink, all I could feel was the liquid trying to leak through my bum. His lips pressed on their exit, as he once again spat the drink into my arse. It was a bit colder causing me to tremble. His hands moved my legs further apart and rotated them, making them go in the air, only to land on his shoulders, now his arms were resting on the inner parts of my thighs, and he was pressing on the skin, stretching the tissue, allowing more and more width of his tongue to enter. He said that it tasted great before pushing in two fingers, the splashing noise was heard as he commented:“ So wet, aren't you, just how I like it, let's have tons of fun.“  He ripped with his mouth the wrapping of the condom as he preapered it.

He pushed in with his dick, causing my body to flinch, he cursed happily: “Fucking tight.“ He slowly pushed in more and more, waiting for my body relax and he would go on. It was agonizing, especially since he took my camera and was taking pictures of my face. His smirk of satisfaction grew the more he rushed in, the more he pushed, the more he took pictures. Tears started to stream down my cheeks. Liquid splashed out the harder he thrusted in. The full length ramming made space for the liquid to go out, and squeezed my insides, making me cry out in unwanted pleasure. All the while he kept on photographing me, when he wasn't he pestered me with soft kisses, as if he was making sure I was precious while he ravaged me.

I was tired when he pulled out, exhausted, but I felt stronger. He pushed my hair from my forehead, kissing it. All I could muster was: “Why?“ He hummed, not surprised to hear my voice, even if it came for the first time since all this started, it came out more rough than ever. „Why I did do this?“ his hand coupled my face, looking at me as if I was about to break, as if I wasn't already broken, by a lot of people, but by him at this moment. „ Because I like you, no rather I fell for you at first sight, but you were already looking at him, like everyone else.“ I did not understand a word he was saying, I heard him, but that did not make sense, you did not do this to someone you liked. He turned me on my stomach:“ Don't make that face. I can't lose to him, again and again.“ I felt his erect dick rubbing on my cheeks, he squeezed my left cheek before plunging into the hole with full force. He thrusted in, and thrusted, his lips bitting my shoulder in a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he repeated that I was his over and over.

He pulled me back on my back, his expression changed once he saw my face, my makeup ruined from the tears and being pressed into a blue pillow, my pillow wet from tears, my white sheet stained by the yellow, purple, and bluish fluids. He left immediately, rushing, gathering stuff from the floor, I could hear him putting clothes in the hallway, the locked doors were unlocked quickly, and were slammed. The sound of a car starting followed and then silence.  Even he couldn't look at me, even he the one who broke me, couldn't take responsibility. I did not move, my world stopped spinning... when exactly, I wish it stopped spinning before I was even born.

My clothes are all over the dim room, feeling pain, breaking down, my bruised body exposed to cold air, shaking, following my sobs. Time passed by, it became colder, and I felt more and more broken with each passing second, as the sun no longer provided the room with light, I was left in the dark, once again, my broken thoughts...my broken body, it was freezing, it was finally moving. Not that it mattered now, I couldn't do anything. I was useless. I was at fault, why did I not notice it, the way he looked at me, now it made a lot of sense, why was I so on edge about being followed when I let him so stupidly into my own house? I was so stupid, so useless, not worth anything, not worth of second chance, not worth of second look, not worth consideration of my feelings. My trembling hands finally managed to break themselves free. Leaving the photography film land next to my head. It did not help. I looked at them, thousands of awful thoughts going on my mind, but my mind still felt empty. Moving my body, trying to ignore it all, the pain, the reminders, the belt he left behind, the glass on the floor, next to my clothes, the suffocating sweet smell. Stumbling, completely naked,  feeling completely naked, vulnerable, somehow I ended up in the bathroom, the sight of my body in the mirror... it did no good to my mind, to my thoughts, as I began to blame myself for it again, the marks on my body clear reminder to what happened. I slowly entered the shower, letting the warm water run its course on my body, getting tired of standing under the water I sat down on the floor, taking the shower head with me, I wished I could lay down in the warm water, I wish I could drown myself in the warmth.

I rubbed and rubbed on my skin, this new redness replacing the old one... I tried and tried, and tears fell down, replaced by laughter, I failed at this as well.