Page 210 of The Valiant Knight
A foul fuck with a stranger in a piss-filled alley.
“I’m going to fuck that ass like it’s never been fucked before,” he whispered in his ear.
Graham could feel his dick, and he knew this was going to be brutal.
“Beg me for it,” he ordered, still reaching around him and jerking on his dick through his pants.
Graham hated himself.
He couldn’t even muster one ounce of self-respect to pull himself out of this downward spiral.
And it was for the best.
Maybe he’d die there.
“Come on, you slut. Tell me to fuck you,” he said again, this time, there was violence in his voice.
And Graham didn’t stop him.
“Fuck me like I deserve,” he whispered, as tears filled his eyes, and what was left of his soul shattered apart into millions of unfixable pieces.
That was exactly what he’d wanted to hear.
When the man shoved down his pants, and his underwear, he braced for the onslaught.
And it was brutal.
He felt him pushing into his body without lubrication, and that pain that nearly took him to his knees. He whimpered in pain, and the man only liked it more.
He took him.
The nameless man forced himself into his body, with no gentleness, care, or finesse.
And he took his ass.
The whole time, Graham knew he deserved this. He earned this.
As he grunted in his ear, and pounded his ass, Graham took it because he’d asked for this.
It was official.
He was empty.
With his arm around his neck, Graham was slowly being suffocated, and he could save himself.
But he wouldn’t.
Maybe this one would be the one.
Maybe this was his end.
Only, as usual, he didn’t get that lucky.
As the man reached around, he brutalized his dick, forcing him to cum.
“Look at the whore,” the man whispered in his ear. “I bet you liked it too,” he added.
No, he didn’t like it.
