Shadows and Light
**Warning: contains a scene of forceful, non-consensual sex**
Tight and silky to the touch of my toes, arousal creeps along as I pull them up my right leg then repeated for the left. A final stretch over my crotch and I snap them into place against my waist. I bend over and run my hands over their silky sheerness, from my toes to my crotch. I linger at my crotch, inhaling its musky odour and enjoying the sensations of touch that trigger an erection. My one hand continues frolicking my crotch while the other begins to explore my chest, particularly my suddenly perky nipples. I squeeze and pinch, taking pleasure from these minute sparks of pain, triggering increased sensations in my erection.
One hand takes full reign over my erection. The touch of the silk stocking on my cock provides new, unknown sensations across my body. The other hand travels back to my crotch and rubs the silk stocking into the opening of my anus. This sends another surge of euphoria and my body involuntarily reacts with a loud moan. I use both hands to rip a small hole, exposing my anus and feel it tense at the touch of my finger against its opening. I lick my finger and bring it back to the opening, slowly pushing in until I'm knuckle deep. I discover my prostate and push against it: another rush, another moan. My other hand, with its strong grip on my erection, pumps my cock in tandem with the pulsating finger in my hole. I let go of my erect cock, spread my legs, and insert a second finger into my hole. The sensations magnify exponentially, making me light-headed, and I experience a rush through my cock. Suddenly, my cock explodes ejaculate all over the stockings and my body. I groan wildly and harness the sensation by keeping my fingers locked in my hole, pressing harder against my prostate. I grab some ejaculate with my free hand, spread it around a finger, and insert a third finger into my hole. I shriek from the pain but my body adjusts very quickly and I'm soon returned to a greater euphoria. I pump harder and faster, tensing my sphincter against my fingers, milking as much sensation possible. A second flash runs through my cock and I'm covered with more ejaculate and sweat. I slowly remove each finger and relish in the painful pleasure of their removal. I take each finger and lick them thoroughly, ingesting the musty, sweet and salty taste of my abused hole. My body feels gloriously spent and I fade into a slumber.
***
I wake up to the sound of a slamming door; it’s my roommate, looking at me with disgust. He throws his books to the ground and lunges at me. His hands wrap effortlessly around my soft, fragile neck, and the weight of his husky body collides against my chest.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, queer boy?" he rhetorically asks with his hands still firmly pressed around my neck. I try to squirm out of this position but he has me locked firmly down on my bed. I can neither speak nor breathe as I force my nails against his face, scraping a small piece of skin from his right cheek. This sends him into a red rage. He let's go of my neck and punches me in the face. He lifts himself from the bed, grabs my stockings, and forcefully rips them off my body, leaving a stinging sensation in various sensitive spots. With both hands, he grabs my body and flips it over, my bare ass exposed to the air. Before I get a chance to move, his husky body is on top of mine, with one hand pushing my face deep into my pillow. I hear the sound of a zipper open and spit flying from his mouth. Within seconds, he forces his erect cock deep into my hole. I scream from the pain that shoots across my body as it tries to reject his cock; but he pushes harder, increasing the pain, and successfully penetrates my hole.
"Queer boy likes it rough up the ass, don't ya?" he exhales between pushes. I scream into the pillow and my body tenses with every push. "Here it comes, queer boy! Take my seed like the hungry whore that you are." And I feel a much deeper thrust, one that permeates pain to my throat. It's so painful that it cuts through my voice and I can't scream. He holds his cock deep inside as his body shudders, releasing his ejaculate into my hole. He pushes hard against my head as the warm liquid fills me up. A slight release of pressure makes way for the weight of his entire body against my back. His warm, stale, heavy breathing wheezes against my neck and his cock begins to soften inside me. Seconds later he pulls out sharply, wipes his cock against my ass, and spits on me. "I bet you liked that, queer boy."
I remain motionless on the bed hoping he'll leave soon. I hear some shuffling as he zips up. After a momentary silence, he grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. He wraps something around my wrist; it's smooth and silky like my stockings. He ties my hands together, tight, and pulls my upper body back towards him. I scream from the pain so he throws me forcefully against the bed. His hand is pressed on the back of my head again with my face pushed into the pillow. "Don't make no noise, queer boy, or else I'll really make you suffer."
I try to withhold my tears but I can feel them bubbling up, getting ready to fall. I'm pulled up again by my arms and thrown off the bed. He drags me by the arms, opens the door to our dorm room, and throws me out into the hallway. "There ain't no space for no dirty whore queer boys in my room," he yells as he spits on me and kicks me in the stomach. He slams the door shut and leaves me in the middle of the hallway, exposed, with my hands tied behind my back. I don't move. I can't move. Every part of my body is either in pain or numb. Tears cover my face and I feel something wet flowing slowly out from my anus. I convince myself it's only his semen but I know it's probably mixed with blood from the forced intrusion of his cock. The entire ordeal has weakened me and I feel all energy escape my body. My teary eyes grow heavy as my mind floats lightly away from my body and I pass out.
***
I am vaguely aware of a soft touch to my skin. Its tender burn brings relief to some of the pain on my body. I struggle to open my eyes and look up at the Samaritan. It's a neighbouring dorm mate from a few doors down the hall.
"Who did this to you, Evan? Who left you tied up, bloody and bruised?" asks Greg, my Samaritan.
I try to open my mouth but words don't escape me; they're stifled by my tears. Greg kisses the top of my head and continues to softly touch my skin with a warm, wet cloth, washing away the pain from today.
"You can stay with me as long as you need to," smiles Greg, with warmth and compassionate. I keep crying and snuggle into his strong, warm body, and he embraces me. "I'll take care of you Evan. I won't let anyone hurt you again."
Tight and silky to the touch of my toes, arousal creeps along as I pull them up my right leg then repeated for the left. A final stretch over my crotch and I snap them into place against my waist. I bend over and run my hands over their silky sheerness, from my toes to my crotch. I linger at my crotch, inhaling its musky odour and enjoying the sensations of touch that trigger an erection. My one hand continues frolicking my crotch while the other begins to explore my chest, particularly my suddenly perky nipples. I squeeze and pinch, taking pleasure from these minute sparks of pain, triggering increased sensations in my erection.
One hand takes full reign over my erection. The touch of the silk stocking on my cock provides new, unknown sensations across my body. The other hand travels back to my crotch and rubs the silk stocking into the opening of my anus. This sends another surge of euphoria and my body involuntarily reacts with a loud moan. I use both hands to rip a small hole, exposing my anus and feel it tense at the touch of my finger against its opening. I lick my finger and bring it back to the opening, slowly pushing in until I'm knuckle deep. I discover my prostate and push against it: another rush, another moan. My other hand, with its strong grip on my erection, pumps my cock in tandem with the pulsating finger in my hole. I let go of my erect cock, spread my legs, and insert a second finger into my hole. The sensations magnify exponentially, making me light-headed, and I experience a rush through my cock. Suddenly, my cock explodes ejaculate all over the stockings and my body. I groan wildly and harness the sensation by keeping my fingers locked in my hole, pressing harder against my prostate. I grab some ejaculate with my free hand, spread it around a finger, and insert a third finger into my hole. I shriek from the pain but my body adjusts very quickly and I'm soon returned to a greater euphoria. I pump harder and faster, tensing my sphincter against my fingers, milking as much sensation possible. A second flash runs through my cock and I'm covered with more ejaculate and sweat. I slowly remove each finger and relish in the painful pleasure of their removal. I take each finger and lick them thoroughly, ingesting the musty, sweet and salty taste of my abused hole. My body feels gloriously spent and I fade into a slumber.
***
I wake up to the sound of a slamming door; it’s my roommate, looking at me with disgust. He throws his books to the ground and lunges at me. His hands wrap effortlessly around my soft, fragile neck, and the weight of his husky body collides against my chest.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, queer boy?" he rhetorically asks with his hands still firmly pressed around my neck. I try to squirm out of this position but he has me locked firmly down on my bed. I can neither speak nor breathe as I force my nails against his face, scraping a small piece of skin from his right cheek. This sends him into a red rage. He let's go of my neck and punches me in the face. He lifts himself from the bed, grabs my stockings, and forcefully rips them off my body, leaving a stinging sensation in various sensitive spots. With both hands, he grabs my body and flips it over, my bare ass exposed to the air. Before I get a chance to move, his husky body is on top of mine, with one hand pushing my face deep into my pillow. I hear the sound of a zipper open and spit flying from his mouth. Within seconds, he forces his erect cock deep into my hole. I scream from the pain that shoots across my body as it tries to reject his cock; but he pushes harder, increasing the pain, and successfully penetrates my hole.
"Queer boy likes it rough up the ass, don't ya?" he exhales between pushes. I scream into the pillow and my body tenses with every push. "Here it comes, queer boy! Take my seed like the hungry whore that you are." And I feel a much deeper thrust, one that permeates pain to my throat. It's so painful that it cuts through my voice and I can't scream. He holds his cock deep inside as his body shudders, releasing his ejaculate into my hole. He pushes hard against my head as the warm liquid fills me up. A slight release of pressure makes way for the weight of his entire body against my back. His warm, stale, heavy breathing wheezes against my neck and his cock begins to soften inside me. Seconds later he pulls out sharply, wipes his cock against my ass, and spits on me. "I bet you liked that, queer boy."
I remain motionless on the bed hoping he'll leave soon. I hear some shuffling as he zips up. After a momentary silence, he grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. He wraps something around my wrist; it's smooth and silky like my stockings. He ties my hands together, tight, and pulls my upper body back towards him. I scream from the pain so he throws me forcefully against the bed. His hand is pressed on the back of my head again with my face pushed into the pillow. "Don't make no noise, queer boy, or else I'll really make you suffer."
I try to withhold my tears but I can feel them bubbling up, getting ready to fall. I'm pulled up again by my arms and thrown off the bed. He drags me by the arms, opens the door to our dorm room, and throws me out into the hallway. "There ain't no space for no dirty whore queer boys in my room," he yells as he spits on me and kicks me in the stomach. He slams the door shut and leaves me in the middle of the hallway, exposed, with my hands tied behind my back. I don't move. I can't move. Every part of my body is either in pain or numb. Tears cover my face and I feel something wet flowing slowly out from my anus. I convince myself it's only his semen but I know it's probably mixed with blood from the forced intrusion of his cock. The entire ordeal has weakened me and I feel all energy escape my body. My teary eyes grow heavy as my mind floats lightly away from my body and I pass out.
***
I am vaguely aware of a soft touch to my skin. Its tender burn brings relief to some of the pain on my body. I struggle to open my eyes and look up at the Samaritan. It's a neighbouring dorm mate from a few doors down the hall.
"Who did this to you, Evan? Who left you tied up, bloody and bruised?" asks Greg, my Samaritan.
I try to open my mouth but words don't escape me; they're stifled by my tears. Greg kisses the top of my head and continues to softly touch my skin with a warm, wet cloth, washing away the pain from today.
"You can stay with me as long as you need to," smiles Greg, with warmth and compassionate. I keep crying and snuggle into his strong, warm body, and he embraces me. "I'll take care of you Evan. I won't let anyone hurt you again."
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