Stabbed

“Where are dad and mom?" I ask the servant after waking up late on a weekend afternoon in a silent mansion.

"They were called for an emergency in the laboratory. They might come back late."

I nod and wave my hand to dismiss her. I go straight to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I badly need it after getting crocked yesterday. Since I can't find a woman to f*ck, I drowned myself in alcohol instead. Now my brain's pounding in my skull, it's goddamn troublesome.

I want to go back to my condo already. If not for my mother, I wouldn't have come here for summer. There's nothing here to come anyway. People are so busy with work, there's no time to talk. While the other one's a f*cking monster. Who wants to interact with that goddamn beast?

I sip from my cup, the steam rising up to my eyes, making me squint. Hmm. Our parents aren't home. Servants are busy with their own thing. The monster's probably at his room. I look up at the ceiling as if I could picture him sketching on his bed again, listening to whatever's sh*t on his earphones.

My eyes slide to the side, to where the kitchen knives are perfectly aligned according to their sizes. I'm gonna kill that motherf*cker! The butchers knife is waving at me like a goddamn invitation. Taking another gulp of my coffee, I stand from my seat and pull a regular sized knife, inspecting its glinting blade.

Seven inches excluding the handle. Shiny and sharp. Perfect to stab the freak in his heart. Maybe I'm gonna sever his f*cking c*ck off of his body. As if possessed by the devil\, I carry my weapon upstairs and hunt for the f*cker in his room. I didn't knock. We're not friends to even grace each other decency.

I try not making a sound as I twist his doorknob to give the f*cker the element of surprise. I want to see his face when I stab him, enjoy his moronic expression as he takes his final breath as if he didn't see it coming. I smirk and push the door open without a squeak.

Our rooms are almost identical in size and arrangement\, except for the color and the things we put in it. Opening the door wider\, I immediately found the son of the b*tch standing in front of his closet. Nak*d\, dripping and oozing with virility.

Oblivious, he continues perusing his closet with his broad back on me, giving me longer time to examine his form. He has a tattoo decorating his entire back but I can't understand what it was. Although still seventeen, the f*cker has developed a ripped body. From his broad back, thick trunk down to his powerful legs.

It's as if he's finally felt my presence\, Annalouie slowly turns around and looks at me. Brow arching\, he crosses his arms without shame to his glistening nudity. His c*ck stands proudly\, so long and thick. I don't even know why the bastard's sporting a boner. But f*ck! He's way longer and thicker than me. Damn him!

I meet his intense gaze and my knees buckle. No, I think my entire body trembles, making me drop the knife to the floor. It clatters on the wooden planks, pulling Annalouie's gaze to it. Uncrossing his arms, he saunters to me. No, sh*t! The tiger prowls toward me, eyes intense and chin tucked to his chest.

Stopping a foot in front of me, Annalouie puts an arm against the doorjamb. He leans in, glancing to the knife before staring at me with sharp eyes. In that moment, a car engine stops in our driveway. Sh*t! Like a trapped mouse, I panic and step back. But Annalouie grabs for my neck and holds me tight.

"So you came here to kill me?" He grits out, green eyes darkening. "Good. I want them to see you do it."

I claw his hand that's strangling me, willing him with my eyes. "Annalouie! Release me the f*ck now!"

The front door opens and our parents' voices echo in the living room. Annalouie uses his foot to drag the knife inside his room before pulling me in as well. My back slams against his closed door, pushing me to it with his massive body. He smirks at the sight of my fear. F*cker's toying with me!

"Oh, Axel. What I'm gonna do with you?" He says in a singsong, leaning in until our mouths just a hair away.

"F*ck you!"

"Good answer!" He nods before grabbing my crotch with aggressiveness.

"Sh*t! Goddamn you! Stop!"

"Shh..." He breathes into my face, still kneading my traitorous c*ck with his hand. "Think. You came in my room with a knife and our parents are outside. So, keep your voice down." Annalouie pulls me from the door and drags me across his room before shoving me to his bed. "Stay!" He points a finger at me like I'm his goddamn dog and it riles me up even more.

Against my better judgment though, I did stay. Damn it! The bastard walks to his closet, pulls two belts from the hook and returns to me. Eyes wide in fear and anger, I scoot away from him, putting myself in the middle of his California king bed. But the distance is useless. He soon snatches my wrists and ties them to the headboard.

I heave a relieved sigh. Sh*t! I thought the f*cker's gonna belt my a*s. But f*ck! Getting tied up like this isn't something to be relieved either. I struggle\, kicking his shameless c*ck but he's just too large and capable that he easily manhandles me like my strength's a joke. He catches one of my ankles and ties it up to the headboard as well\, spreading me embarrassingly like a sl*t!

"Remember to stay quiet." He reminds unnecessarily before picking up the knife from the floor and begins slicing my clothes.

I pant heavily. F*ck! This revenge has bitten my a*s. How could I bring my enemy a weapon! I close my eyes tight when I feel the cold blade skates cross my skin before the ripping sound cuts through the air. Son of the b*tch chuckles and I open my eyes to glare at him. He's f*cking enjoying this!

"You're blessedly pliant, Axel." He comments before slicing through my pants, leaving half of it on my thigh since my right ankle is tied up to bed. "But that'll change soon." He flicks his wrist, throwing away my damaged underwear to the floor before placing the knife on the night table.

"What are you gonna do, you, son of the b*tch!"

"You said to f*ck you, didn't you?”

“A$shole!"

He chuckles fondly before touching my puckered hole. "Of course! There's nowhere else I'd f*ck you but here. You got no c*nt\, after all.”

I dare not speak anymore. This bastard's gonna twist my words anyway. I close my eyes and ready myself for the worse. I hear a drawer being pulled and a snap of a plastic lid. Soon\, Annalouie prods my a*s with his sleek fingers while rubbing my c*ck up and down. I shudder and bite my lip.

Don't feel it! Don't feel it! Annalouie pinches my c*ck head and pops a finger into me. Don't f*cking moan! I bite my lip and move my head to the side as if I could escape the pleasure his hands are giving me. He begins moving rhythmically\, his finger in and out of my a*s and his hand up and down my c*ck.

Unable to suppress it anymore\, I release my lip and groan\, back arching up from the bed. Sh*t! Why does this feel so damn good? F*ck! Annalouie adds another finger in me\, pumping me in more ways than one and my org*sm rapidly builds like a thunderstorm. I curse when the cloud breaks and then comes my heavy j¡zz.

Jerking and groaning\, I surrender into Annalouie's hand\, coming with utmost satisfaction. He continues rubbing my c*ck while he pulls his fingers from my a*s. I struggle again\, wanting him to stop rubbing my sensitive c*ck. But of course\, the f*cker ignores me. After all\, he's doing this for his own evil satisfaction.

The gaping hole his fingers vacated soon occupies by his d*ck. I start panting all over again\, feeling his c*ck entering my body. Hard. Thick. Veiny and long. When he pushes up to the hilt\, I feel him both in my lower back and in my stomach. Jesus! How far did he go with that thing?

"Breathe, Axel." Annalouie says soothingly, sliding a hand up and down my front before pinching my n¡pple.

"F*ck you!" I growl and shut my eyes tighter.

"Coming right up!" He answers, chuckling.

F*ck! I want to howl when Annalouie begins thrusting into me. Slow. So f*cking slow it's a goddamn torture! I want him to ride me like a stallion. Although I don't know whether that's what I want for my own pleasure\, or if that's what I want him to do to prove to my f*cking brain that this is a goddamn räpe!

"Axel." Annalouie's breathing fans my neck, making me open my eyes to meet his gaze.

He stares hard at me. The same way he does every time. His gaze is goddamn unnerving but it also makes my insides flip. He leans in as if wanting to kiss me. And my f*cking head reaches up to meet him halfway. But Annalouie furtively moves up until his lips touch my forehead.

He clenches his hips, moving into me deeper. He pounds me faster in synch to his rapid breathing. His hand that's continuously rubbing my d*ck tightens a bit as if coaxing me to come. To come with him. I groan. My voice melding with Annalouie's heavy panting, as his body going taut with tension.

Annalouie cups my face\, his lips slide down to my eye and leaving them there. He growls\, thrusts a few more before his already huge c*ck swells inside me. I groan\, arching my spine and catch his chin with my teeth. I bite down when my org*sm erupts just as Annalouie floods me with his c*m.

Balls milked dry, Annalouie finally pulls out and tugs the belts, freeing me from my binds before rolling to bed beside me. Breathless and depleted, we both lay there in silence. To my surprise, Annalouie slings an arm over my stomach, rolls me to my side before pulling me to his chest in a spooning position.

I have no strength to protest. I sure have f*cked women in the past but none of my orgäsms before made me this tired and boneless. I close my eyes with Annalouie's breathing hitting my neck, his muscled chest against my back and his big arm enclosing me in an embrace. I sleep in bliss.

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