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Characters = Teague, Kent, Winchester
WARNING = This story is SLASH and contains NON/CON and SEXUAL VIOLENCE
If you do not like any of these themes, please do not read.
You have been warned, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Jason Teague was padding around in bare feet, switching off the lights in his small cramped apartment, about to turn in for the night. Lana had suggested that he move in with her above the Talon, but it was too soon. Not only did he hazard she was not really ready for that but they were still sneaking around, not wanting anyone, especially the school board, to find out about their relationship. They were both adults, but it did not alter the fact that she, was student and he, faculty.
Reluctantly answering the knock at his door, switching the light back on, he opened it wide to be confronted by another of 'his' students. "Clark," not covering his surprise.
"If you say so," as the dark haired young man pushed past him into the room and, after a quick survey of the place, turned to fix Jason with an expression that made him slightly nervous.
Standing there, still holding the door, he was highly conscious of air on his exposed skin, clothed as he was only in sweatpants. It was not that it was cold, more so, it was something about the way that the teenager was looking at him. But he did not look the High School kid right now, he looked … predatory. There was definitely something different in Clark's demeanour, and even his dress sense had changed. Jason had to admit the plain dark, possibly satin, shirt suited him, but this was not the time.
"It's late," Jason frowned stating the obvious.
"Not so much," head tilted to the side.
"Can't this wait till tomorrow? I was just about to turn in," not quite getting a handle on this. This was not the Clark he had come to know, and actually thought one day would consider a friend.
"I won't stop you," and folding his arms, a smirk settling on his lips, the visitor let his dark gaze travel over the bare chest before him.
"Clark. Please leave." Jason was becoming increasingly nervous.
"No. I don't think I will," and with that, headed further into the room. "Got anything to drink?" he asked over his shoulder, moving off to lean into the, now open refrigerator, then standing up disappointed, a bottle of water in his hand. "This all you got?" asked disgustedly.
"Yes. No…. Clark. I don't appreciate this. Please leave. Now." This was not right. The youth was acting like a different person, almost as if he was on drugs or something. But that was hard to believe. Jason was starting to get angry as well as nervous, "Now!" he repeated but Clark just raised an eyebrow at him and Jason had to will himself not to take a step backwards.
"Not till I get what I came for," and opening the bottle of water, he calmly drank waiting to see what Jason would do.
"And what's that?" really nervous now as he was sized up from head to toe. If this had been the Clark Kent he knew, he would not have imagined in a million years what that look on his face was telling him, but he did not think that this was Clark. A stupid thought, as it obviously was, but he was different somehow. Jason held onto the door and, more firmly than he felt, demanded, "Leave Clark. Now!" and found he could not look directly at him.
Tomorrow, or whenever the next time they met was, and Clark had come down off whatever it was he had taken, convinced now that he had taken something, Jason did not know which one of them would be the more embarrassed by this. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Clark carefully put the bottle down on the coffee table and seemed to consider his course of action, before walking over to stand next to him. "Do you really want me to go?"
"Yes, Clark. I do."
"See, that's the thing," and before Jason could get out a gasp, Clark had him by the waist, spinning him around, slamming the door closed, then pushing him up against it with enough force to jar. His mouth breathed over Jason's, then whispered into his ear, "I'm not Clark." With hands on Jason's waist, the larger man leant onto him, head leaning down to press lips to the other's, oblivious to the hands desperately pushing at his shoulders, at his arms, to get him off, but relishing the look in the older man's eyes.
Jason turned his head as the lips descended, feeling the smile on them as they hit his jaw instead of his mouth. He was practically climbing the wall trying to get away, as he was getting nowhere fighting the hard body off him. There was just no give, and though the hands were not grasping his sides, he still could not get them to ease up, even a little. He was really panicking now, especially as he saw the expression on Clark's face, who had pulled back but was staring down to where their bodies were pressed together at the groin.
"Yes. Just like that," Clark instructed, his voice a purr, "You're making me so hard, baby," and laughed as Jason froze, realising his attempts to get away had just been making his groin push, rub against the other's. "Oh, don't stop," said with a pout.
"Who …who the fuck are you?" Jason could not believe Clark Kent capable of this.
His attacker considered for a moment. A glint appeared in his eyes, then he breathed onto Jason's mouth as his eyes once more looked at him with lust. His voice deep and husky, he answered, "You can call me… Kal … when you cum."
"No.." but his mouth was attacked, lips harsh against his own, a tongue surging in exploring, ravishing him through lips opened in the defeated denial.
Jason found himself lifted from his feet, a hand plunging inside his sweats to cradle his ass, the other running up his back to hold the base of his skull. His mouth was still being fucked by that tongue, but now, it thrust upwards as his head was tilted down to meet 'Kal's'. Being held up against the larger man, Jason gave up pushing and fisting his hands, beat down on Clark's shoulders, his neck, each strike hurting his own hands but seeming to have no discernable affect on the younger man. He must have taken something strong.
He stumbled back onto his feet as he was dropped, his wrists grabbed and held behind him with just one hand, forcing his chest out to be explored by the man's other hand non too gently on his flesh. "Stop that! You'll just hurt yourself," he was told and the eyes devoured where the hand travelled, rubbing over his muscles, his ribs, down onto his stretched belly, then back to pinch a nipple making him smart. "That's for me to do."
"Please, Clark. Stop this" he whispered unable to find his voice.
"I guess I'm just gonna have to make you cum." And Kal swung him around, pulling Jason back against his body, then pushed a hand down onto his trembling belly. He pushed his other fingertips into the older man's mouth pressing down his tongue but, contrary to his earlier words, being careful not so much not to hurt him, but not wishing to damage him. He had a long way to go, much he planned to do with Jason Teague.
Jason's eyes welled up as the hand on his belly pushed downwards to encircle his prick. He bit down on the thick fingers inside his mouth, but the hand on his prick just tightened and a breath warm on his ear, "Don't". He took the threat as serious, his head rolling back onto the other's shoulder, receiving an approving, almost purr and a gentle stroking of his prick. Just two fingers remained in his mouth, exploring then withdrawing somewhat to toy with his lips as the hand curled around his placid length began to work him. Tears streaked his checks at the chuckle by his ear as his body betrayed him, as the flesh could not help but respond to the direct stimulation.
Kal had to work at it, but slowly Jason's prick came alive under his fingers, his body beginning to move ever so slightly, in response to the movement of Kal's hand. He did not fool himself, he knew it was only answering the physical stimuli. Jason did not really want this, but then again, Kal did.
He smiled and bent his lips to the join of neck and shoulder, placing small, delicate kisses to the skin. His moistened fingers covered Jason's mouth, pulling his head to the side giving him more neck to nuzzle as he began to nip along a shoulder, up to that soft place, just under his ear, beneath the hard jaw.
Jason bit down on his bottom lip. He could feel himself wanting to move his hips and push into that surrounding fist that knew just how to work him. Twisting slightly, pulling, tugging and pressing in all the right places, as if he had read the manual on just how to abuse Jason Teague and get him to enjoy it. Not him, he amended, just his body. Just a physical reaction being drawn from him against his will. One hand on the forearm of the one invading his pants, the other pulling uselessly at the wrist of the other, he tried to let his mind go and just give into the sensation so he would pop. The sooner this was over the better.
Kal continued to work the, now hardening prick, enjoying the struggle he could sense as well as feel as Jason fought against the pleasure. He rubbed his own, very attentive, cock into the grove of Jason's butt, enjoying the friction even through the restricting fabrics of their pants, anticipating the near future when there would be no barrier. Now, he was just teasing himself.
The hand released Jason's mouth and he dragged in a much needed breath only to have his hair grasped and a tongue lick its way up the stretched neck, along the back of his ear until, "Remember my name when you cum." Then he was bucked from behind, forcing him securely into that fist and he did, indeed cum, with a despairing groan but a small rebellion kept the name from his lips. The hand in his hair pulled and the other tightened on his prick as he shuddered his last, covering the man's hand. The release felt good, it was forced, but still, he had just cum, but the continued pressure was making him weak, and he whimpered, still shuddering which turned to a tremble at the angry, "Say it!"
It was not a word but a sob, "C…..al." and Jason fell to the floor as he was released. He lay there panting, listening to the noises Kal, as he had to think of him, made. This was not his friend. This man was something different, a twisted version of the youth he knew. This version was unnatural. Clark would never have been able to hurt him, or anyone, like this.
The sound of running water, the fridge door opening again, then footsteps on the wooden floor and he was face to toe with what looked to be expensive leather shoes. They twisted as Kal crouched down, fingers raking through Jason's hair.
Kal watched as his 'toy' slowly got his arms under him and pushed up to a sprawled, sitting position. Handing him the opened bottle of water, he just watched until it was finally accepted. He enjoyed the sight of the lips closing around the neck and, as the bottle shook, the rivulet of water escaping, descending to drip from the man's chin. He groaned internally pushing to his feet and smiled down into the mistrustful eyes whilst slowly undoing the button on his waistband. Pulling down the zip of the finely tailored pants, he stated, "My turn," and his already hard prick jumped at the horror flashing across those beautiful green eyes.
One, two, then Jason was up on his feet running for the door. He twisted and pulled on the handle opening the exit, only to have it slammed shut once more by the hand just missing his head and, by an arm around his waist, he was flung back to the floor to land in almost the exact place he had bolted from. He looked up panting to see thunder in Kal's eyes, all amusement gone.
At that moment, Jason Teague thought he was going to die.
Kal just stood there glaring down and waited. He did not need to say anything, the threat was understood as the fair haired man slowly got to his knees, but just looked up at him, pleading. His patience barely evident, he took a step closer, staring at that mouth with the already swollen lips as they spoke, "Please. I don't know how to do this." Jason's eyes welling up once more as he pleaded.
Kal snorted, "You trying to convince me, that with a mouth like that, you've never been on your knees, sucking cock, like it was designed for?"
Jason could not answer. This was a nightmare. He ducked his head hiding quivering lip as the tears spilled over his cheeks, hitting the floor.
"Thought not. How old were you when some man first got his hands on you? Young I bet. Thirteen? Fourteen?" He chuckled at the misery at his feet. "Tell me."
"Fifteen," small and lost, thinking of the older man his mother had practically given him to. Knowing he was defeated this time too, Jason knelt up, hesitantly putting hands to the black trousers, pulling the fabric aside and swallowed, taking a deep, fortifying breath as Kal's none too small prick burst from its confines.
"Look at me," Kal instructed as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He wanted to see.
Jason looked up the length of that large body, seeing for the first time the muscled, toned torso, so much bigger than expected, always being hidden underneath the flannel shirts. A hand lightly placed on the back of his head and the leaking tip of the large prick pushed against his lips. He closed his eyes only to hear, "Keep looking at me. I want to see the shame in those beautiful eyes of yours as you realise, that this, is what you were born for."
His sight caught a pendent on a leather thong around Kal's neck. He stared at it, hoping the bastard would be satisfied, as he could not bear to look into those eyes, Clark's eyes. But Clark's eyes had never been so cruel. Another push and Jason opened his mouth to take the head in past his lips and began to work him. One hand holding onto a powerful thigh, the other he used to wrap around the base of the shaft before it could be thrust too far into his mouth. He had no illusions now. Jason used everything he knew, every trick he had picked up in his limited experience of doing this, to finish it swiftly, but that hand on his head was getting heavier.
Oh, it felt good, but Kal knew damn well that the beautiful mouth could take him in further. He stared down, watching those lips move along his shaft and grinned to himself as Jason speeded up. His head bobbing, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on him, Kal knew it was all designed to bring him off quickly, the hand twisting, following the movements of his mouth. He moved his free hand to rub his thumb over the man's cheekbone, fingers spreading on the side of his face, and as his other hand left off holding the fair head and moved to clasp around the wrist of the hand on his cock, he hardened even more at the twitch Jason gave making it obvious he knew what to expect next.
Quickly, Jason opened his throat as the hand held his face and his own was pulled away. Then Kal thrust forwards, impaling himself in his mouth, right up to his root, balls slapping against his chin. He held on to the man's hips, desperately trying for balance as the prick thrust into him repeatedly, past his gag reflex, but still he found it hard to breath. With a hand now on each side of his face, he dug his nails into the other's solid flesh and closed his eyes after seeing nothing but the line of hair on the man's belly closing and receding.
Though of course it would not mark him, Kal could feel the nails and thrust, that little bit harder, in punishment for the attempted 'assault', and idly thought about maybe allowing himself to be vulnerable sometime soon, just for the thrill. The sound of choking brought him back to the present, and looking down, stilled his movements pulling out, allowing for Jason to get his breath back, but still holding onto that face he found so … fuckable.
How much longer? How much more would he have to take? His jaw felt dislocated and, if this carried on, it might well be. His throat was raw, his knees an agony against the hard floor, and every muscle in his body screamed out on fire held as he was in this position, degrading because this was against his will. He coughed as he tried to swallow.
Kal passed a thumb over the spit covered bottom lip, making small circles whilst lost in concentration. His fingers spread against the so delicate throat, feeling the convulsive swallowing as Jason tried not to cough again and break the spell.
Was it over? Please let it be over, but Jason was not that naive. It would not be over till this Kal, whoever he was, had cum and if he had finished with his mouth that only left a worse alternative. He began to tremble again, from his abused aching muscles or fear, he did not know. His soul groaned as he saw the man smile. "Ready?" he was asked mockingly, as interlacing his fingers behind his own head, Kal once more pushed that prick against his lips. "Give it all you got, baby." And Jason did, desperately wanting this over.
Done, Kal laughed, stepping back and pulling his pants closed as he ate up the sight of the man before him. Barely holding himself up on a dangerously weak arm, his pet used his other hand, dragging it across his mouth, further smearing the spit and cum that had leaked from his lips and down his chin. He perused every inch of him, from the slumped shoulders, the twisted waist, and that smooth, white flesh of his hip, barely revealed where his sweats had been pushed down slightly. He thought of licking up that line, where leg met body, just along side of the pelvic bone. Of continuing up onto the hip bone that would be prominent as he had him stretched out on his back, then up and over onto the swell of a buttock as he forced him onto his side, then stomach. Kal's prick swelled again at the thought.
'Go, just go and leave me alone,' Jason begged from his soul. Surely he would leave now? It was obvious he had had enough. Jason could hardly summon up the energy to wipe away the vileness that had leaked from his mouth. There had been so damn much of it, pumping out, deep into his throat, that he had been close to drowning as he desperately swallowed it down. And it had hurt so much, impacting with the force of a punch. He felt bruised inside.
He was swiftly pulled up, to be held hard against the other and once more, Jason was surprised at the youth's strength. He feebly pushed against the shoulders as he was enveloped, an arm across his back and one hand holding his buttock hard. He was treated, subjected to, another bruising kiss, then an almost popping sound as Kal pulled back from it. "Kiss me back," he commanded.
"No," a pathetic defiance, rough and course, his voice passing over the soreness of his throat.
Fingers left Jason's ass to push at his mouth yet again. "Yes, and I promise, I won't hurt you when I fuck you, just because I can. Deal?" spoken gently as if Kal would hold to such a bargain.
Jason groaned, his forehead dropping onto the other's shoulder. "Are you going to kill me when you've done with me?" He was beginning to think that there could be no other outcome.
"No!" Kal was actually shocked. "You're too beautiful to throw away," and ran his hands up and down Jason's body as the older man laid against him, all defiance gone. He was placid, if not quite submissive, and Kal enjoyed the texture of the skin beneath his fingers. His own skin may be invulnerable but that did not mean he could not feel, could not get pleasure from a touch. And he could taste, the salt from Jason's sweat covering his shoulder as he sucked it, biting lightly not wanting to leave marks, but knowing it was too late. By the morrow, Jason would be covered in the evidence of his rough handling. He determined to continue his enjoyment before the pale flesh became too discoloured.
Kal's fingers were at his mouth, sliding in, pushing at his tongue, mimicking the actions of so short a time ago. Then pulling out, he repeated the actions in his own mouth as Jason watched with a frown creasing his forehead. Kal's mouth sort his own, but no matter he could not bring himself to kiss him in return. He just let the man continue, that tongue invading once more, a hand spread between his shoulders pulling him close, the other returning to his ass.
'No', Jason begged silently as the fingers delved between his butt cheeks and the spit covered ones passed over his arsehole. His whole body became rigid as a finger gently probed. Kal broke the kiss, whispering into his ear, "Kiss me." But, as the mouth covered his, he still could not do that. He tried, but felt the betrayal in his stomach, so he closed his eyes at the inevitable and silently wept.
Kal, mouth over Jason's, swallowed the scream as he forced his finger in past that tight muscle as far as the angle would allow. He could feel the pounding of the man's heart against his chest and moved his lips to cover his jugular, feeling the rhythm there as blood rushed furiously around his veins. As for his own, it had gone straight to his cock at the hands clutching ineffectually at his shirt, dragging it back from his shoulders.
Panting, Jason willed his arse to relax against the intrusion, wanting an end to the pain. He could not make himself because, he was certain, this was just a beginning, having that confirmed as the digit began to move, bending at the joint, trying to stretch him. He was pulled forwards against that prick, so hard, pressing onto his own. The hand on his back moved, his waist was encircled and again Jason found himself lifted from his feet, being hoisted a little higher and he knew why as the finger, in his slowly relaxing hole, pushed in further, all the way to its thick length.
As teeth tried to embed themselves in his shoulder, Kal began to move his finger slowly but surely opening that passage and, at the slightest sign it was getting used to the intrusion, he forced a second finger inside. He enjoyed the sound of Jason desperately trying not to scream out loud but into his neck. He kind of wished the bite would leave a mark, a trophy, but he was becoming impatient and, still working his fingers, he began to walk, heading for the only visible internal door. If it was not the bedroom he would fuck him in it whatever room it was, but on pushing the door open with his hip, he was pleased to find a neatly made bed.
Dragging his fingers from the tight cocoon of heated arse, he threw Jason away from him to land sprawling on his back, limbs flung out, and once more his eyes latched onto that flat area just inside his hip, the pants riding low. Enough, and grasping the loose fabric, he stripped the sweats from the body dropping them to the floor as he took in the delicious sight spread out before him, his for the taking. Kal grinned at the thought.
Jason desperately looked around the room for a way out, or something he could use to fight the bastard off with, but realistically knew it was a lost cause. He pushed himself up and back to sit huddled against his own headboard, knees drawn up, arms holding across his waist, as he watched the dark haired man slowly strip the shirt from his shoulders, toe off his shoes, then undo and bend to take off his pants.
Casting the expensive clothing carelessly to the floor, Kal stood in all his 'glory', giving Jason's wide eyes chance to take him in, all of him.
He was huge. Even though he had had that prick forced down his throat, he had not considered what it would do to him if Kal fucked him. He would be wrent apart. No matter his words, if the 'man' was not careful, he could kill him. His body was larger than you would expect, hidden as it usually was beneath t-shirt, shirt and jacket, and he thought he could crush him. Jason wanted to cry, sob this time and closed his eyes, ducking his head, drawing his knees up tighter. Then he felt the bed move.
Slowly crawling forwards, Kal took in the sight before him, toying with ideas on how to handle this. On hands and knees he stopped just short, his head tilting as he studied the curled figure, letting his gaze run over his hips, his taut sides as his arms wrapped around his waist so tightly. He dipped to kiss the top of a foot then, deciding to taste, ran the tip of his tongue up the ankle, shin, until he reached the knee, enveloping it with his mouth, sucking then biting gently. He licked from the elbow up to the shoulder, then began licking, sucking over that shoulder and down onto his sides, feeling the ribs beneath the freckled skin.
If he did not move, if he gave no indication that he was being 'tasted', maybe Jason could convince himself that this was not happening, and that the other would tire of him and leave. He knew it was a vain hope as Kal's, he could not think of him as anyone else now, mouth opened on the mound of his hip, teeth dragging on skin, then bit him hard enough to pierce and draw blood as he sucked on the wound. Jason fought to keep inside the pained gasp, but Kal continued to maul his flesh and knowing it would be useless, just as all else he had tried, he simultaneously pushed at the man's head, while trying to move away from him.
As Jason uncurled, Kal went for that smooth place he loved so much, lips sucking on the crease of leg and body, easily preventing the slighter man from leaving the bed. Kneeling back to admire the marks he had put on him, Jason just curled up tightly again, this time shaking slightly. Kal leant forwards on bulging arms, speaking softly, close to his head, "You're just like a present all wrapped up and waiting for me to open." He licked at a shoulder again. "But what kind of guy am I do you think? The kind that likes to take his time to carefully unwrap his gift? Or the kind that likes to rip them open?"
Lifting his head to look directly into the man's eyes, Jason pleaded, "Clark, please. Don't do this to me. I know you're in there. Please stop this. Clark. We're friends. Please. Please don't hurt me anymore."
Kal tilted his head, sitting back on his heals, taking one of Jason's dejectedly limp hands into his own, drawing it to his mouth to lovingly, delicately, kiss the pulse on his wrist. "That's so sweet, so tender. But you're forgetting one thing. I've done nothing to you that your precious, 'Clark' has not fantasised about doing to you over and over again, but is just too inept to actually go for what he wants. Me?" and he looked off as if having to consider, "I take."
Once more Jason marvelled at the strength of his attacker. Even acting the dead weight, with seemingly no effort on Kal's part, he found himself flipped to be prone on hands and knees, Kal hard behind him, his hand rubbing circles over his back, his sides, his buttocks, pressing in, clutching the flesh on his butt as if sizing up prime rump. Then a hand moving his up spine, pushing his head down, and Jason buried it under crossed arms, his coverlet soaking up the tears as, butt in the air, his buttocks were massaged, pulled this way and that, thumbs circling, pressing ever closer to his already tender rim.
Stretching the glorious mounds of flesh apart, Kal had a slight regret as the skin had already begun to discolour, a forerunner of the purples and reds that would no doubt cover him by morning. He smirked to himself, eager to see the result of his work. He should be an artist. He ran a nail over the puckered flesh, the resultant gasp and whimper twitching his cock and he had played enough. Still he held onto his restraint and spat, his aim true, on the arsehole. He had not prepared him enough yet, and though the thought of just surging in and enjoying the inevitable tightness and no doubt screams was highly appealing, he did not want to ruin him. There was no point breaking your favourite toy until you had tired of it.
Jason's hands clutched at the fabric on his bed 'Do it. Just do it', he pleaded in his mind, 'Just get it over with', expecting pain that would rip him apart. He should relax, his rational mind told him, it would help, but how in hell was he going to do that? A shifting and a hand was placed palm on his belly as the finger rubbing at his opening was pushed in, slowly this time but no less of an intrusion, no less searing on his already inflamed passage. He held his breath as it pushed further, then having to let it out in a hoarse groan as the finger was embedded to its end.
Swiftly now Kal worked his finger, adding a second as soon as he dared, for although this playing was enjoyable, his prick was becoming painful, past losing patience, pre cum leaking, spreading over Jason's thigh as it bumped against it. A third finger and he twisted, stretched the tight corridor, listening to the panting gasps muffled by the bedding, but clear to his ears, as Jason's body twisted still tying to escape him.
The body was also undulating, between the rhythm of his thrusting digits, and his hand on the fluttering belly moving him in time to the rhythm he set, as if in parody of if Jason was actually enjoying himself. How much better would this be if the object of his ardour was a willing participant? He gave a small shrug. Guess he would never know now, but he doubted it could have anything on this.
He must have found that place inside as Jason bucked, giving another anguished whimper, and hit it a few more times then, splaying his fingers, watched intently as he pulled them free. Prodding again at the hole, almost mesmerised, Kal shook himself out of it and opened his mouth on the left buttock, sucking then scraping his teeth along the plump flesh tasting skin, then ran the tip of his tongue around the now truly inflamed rim, delving in. Then he licked a straight, sure path up the centre of Jason Teague's spine to the back of his neck.
Leaning heavily over him, he whispered into his ear, "Was that good for you?" he relished the noises, the groans, sobs and whimpers he had played out of him. So much so that, the shuddering form beneath him, could have made him cum all on its own if he let it. "Don't be impatient," at the replied sob, "I've not finished yet." And with a laugh he flipped Jason over, pulling his arse onto his lap as he knelt gazing down.
Looking at the sight of Jason before him, arms over his head as if in abandon, the tear streaked face, the swollen lips, the marks Kal had already placed claiming this body, the dark 'love' bite by the semi swollen prick, made Kal shudder himself. Then his hands circling to hold those buttocks he admired so much, he lifted the lax figure, and placing his leaking head at that swollen rose, Kal impaled himself straight up to the root, gasping laughingly as Jason's whole body arched in time to the strangled cry from his hoarse throat.
Why could he not pass out? The pain inside Jason was searing, the stretch as Kal forced his seemingly huge prick into him, then stilled. Through the roaring of blood in his head, through the pain in his jaw as he clenched his teeth so tight, he could hear the bastard laughing, telling him how perfect he was, wondering why he had waited so long to feel this. How he was so good and tight, despite not being a virgin ass, 'cause he just knew Jason was the slut. There was no way he was not, looking as he did. Was he a whore perhaps? How much would he charge for this?
Kal had started to move within him as he spoke, a slow steady retreat, followed by another deep plunge, holding onto that perfectly formed butt. He watched Jason's face but wanted more. So shifting, dropping the toy's lax, but toned legs, he surged in once more forcing Jason down onto the bed and lay full out on him.
Fuck, the bastard was heavy. Jason could hardly breath, and had the thought to just stop, to fight him by just stopping breathing and escaping into oblivion. He felt he was splitting in two, his legs painful at the joints, the pressure intense, but his natural instincts rebelled and he fought for breath.
Kal raised himself up on straight arms either side of Jason's chest and watched him drag in those breaths. He stopped his thrusting and, buried deep, wiggled his hips, trying to find that spot again, that he knew all men had, that would send waves of sensation through their whole bodies. Jason deserved a bit of pleasure as he was giving it to him in spade-fulls. There, he knew the instant he hit it, Jason gasping, arching backwards then bringing his bent legs up around Kal's thighs.
Oh, Jason remembered that feeling, but last time it had been so different, this was just physical he knew, no love or even attraction. He had felt affection for Clark. It was damn hard not to, but this was not Clark. There was no embarrassed smile, no shy ducking of the head, or that wonderful blush colouring his cheeks and lips.
Almost automatically, Jason brought his legs up higher and, on easing the stretch inside of him, wrapped them round the body trapping him, feet pressing down on buttocks he knew he could not hurt. It helped with the pain inside his rectum, but not his soul as he heard the chuckle above him and felt breath on his cheek as he turned his face away.
"Open your eyes. I want to see those eyes." Kal gave a renewed thrust managing to get even deeper in the new position. He felt a stab of anger as he was ignored and quickened his pace thrusting deep and savage, watching tears leak from those screwed closed eyes, the man's beautiful face ruined in a grimace. "Open. You're. Fucking. Eyes. Whore."
He was moved bodily up the bed with the thrusts, but it was the insult that snapped Jason's eyes open, anger setting fire to them as he hissed back, with the last of his will, "I .. am not …. a whore!"
Kal lessened his pounding, surging forwards to capture his mouth, fucking it with his tongue as he continued to rock into his body, his necklace knocking on Jason's chin. Jason concentrated on the tapping trying to block out all else. The continual tap tap of the small rectangle of metal. He guessed it expensive, no doubt platinum with a design similar to that strange device on Lana's back, that she had unsuccessfully tried to hide.
Lana. Oh, dear Lord. He would have to stay away from her. There was no way he could ever let her know that this had happened to him, let alone that it was Clark who had done it. Not that in his core, he believed he would survive this. This 'Kal' was going to kill him. 'Don't think of that'. Just think of the almost rune still catching his chin as Kal lifted onto elbows, staring down at him, his breath harsh on his face. He stared up into those eyes looking for, he knew not what, but finding nothing but a darkness hiding behind the lust.
Kal could feel the pressure building and Jason's prick, semi hard between their bodies as, his no doubt painful thrusting, rubbed it against his belly. The eyes he was becoming lost in now, finally staring back up into his, were hooded and he looked close to passing out. Leaning his weight on one arm, he ran his fingers lovingly down Jason's cheek, along his body then between them, onto the man's prick and carefully jerked him off in time to his thrusts, causing him to groan again, his eyes closing as an arm moved to lay over his face. He kissed the elbow presented and feeling the body tense up beneath him, worked faster till the body shuddered, arched up onto him, then fell limp to the mattress.
Jason's body clenched and pulsed around his prick, still buried deep inside, in turn calling forth Kal's own release, and he roared, holding himself up on taut arms, as his cum shot deep into the man beneath him. He looked down at Jason and realised he was unconscious. He laughed thrusting a few more times, empting himself, then dragging his still swollen prick out, collapsed half onto the still form beneath him.
He chuckled to himself. He had actually fucked the man senseless. He rolled off him and closed his eyes in the afterglow, idly rubbing Jason's spunk from his stomach, bringing his fingers to his lips. Then with a smile, one arm under his head, he too slept.
When Kal awoke, he took his time stretching, then sat up taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, until noticing the body on the bed next to him. He listened for a moment, just to be certain that it was not indeed 'a body', then began to admire it once more. He did not know how long he had slept, but it was long enough for Jason Teague to be a canvas of blues, purples and burgundy, as the bruising showed livid against the naturally pale flesh.
His sides and hips were covered, and the bite marks were angry reminders of Kal's excess. There were finger shaped bruises on his face and neck, and pulling a leg to the side, Kal enjoyed the view of his abused and swollen arsehole. He bent down running his tongue along the inside of the thigh he held, tasting sweat and his own cum as it had leaked out of the recumbent figure.
He felt his prick stirring once again but Jason was used, and still unconscious rather than asleep. Kal had an impulse to bite down on that tasty thigh and force him back to the land of the living, but decided he was hungry, and climbing from the bed, moved to the tiny bathroom to clean himself.
Dressed, standing at the foot of the bed watching the now sleeping figure, he had an impulse to just take him once more, now. No, he would restrain himself. He wanted Jason to be awake, coherent. He had plenty more he wanted to do to him.
Smiling, he let himself out, locking the door behind him. It would not do for anyone to arrive at the 'apartment' come morning and find Jason like this. That vision was for him alone.
TBC…
