"Ahh…. Shit dude… I'm close…." he moaned tugging hard on my hair as he forced in and out at constant speed and rhythm, his hips smacking hard against my ass. Considering I was tied up, all I could do was whine past the duct tape covering my lips as he continued fucking me against my will. Anger grew with every thrust of his hips and I wanted to stop this so much but he was in full control; Under his hold I was weak and defenseless as he had his way with me, doing as he pleased. Though I couldn't see his face, I felt his bad ass smirk through his dominant moans.

Knowing it's pointless, I still persevere to untie my hands behind my back and break away from this abuse; I couldn't believe I was in this situation, how did he managed to tie me down like this. Out of nowhere he smacked my ass hard, the pain rushed through me reminding I was powerless to his actions. I don't know which stung more, the smack or the fact he practically owned me, possessing the ability to do anything he wanted and I couldn't do a single thing about it.

Suddenly he increased the speed of his thrusts and that could only mean one thing, he was about to blow. I turned desperate to halt him before he shoots up my ass but no matter what I did nothing worked leaving me to only moan louder and louder. I finally tried tightening my ass thinking it would slow him down, but that ended up completely different from what I thought. With a final push, he went really deep inside me pinning me hard up against the wall and released.

The moment he injected my ass with his warm load it was official, I lost the battle. No longer was there a reason to keep fighting so I gave up resisting. It was over, the end, he used me, abused me had his way with me and pleasured himself at the expense of my pain. After emptying his load in my ass, he pulled out of me, no longer able to hold myself up, my legs gave up and I dropped down to my knees leaning my head on the wall.

Feelings of abuse and violation ran through my mind as he slashed the ropes that barred me from fighting back when I wanted to. A slight push and I fall to the floor on my side. Worn out and drained I laid there watching him walk off as though nothing happened, I wanted to pounce on him, pin him down, tie him up and give him a taste of his own medicine. Everything he did from the moment he managed to tie me up to when he released me flashed through, still present in my head, like it was still happening. I wanted so badly to make him pay but I could barely feel my ass to take revenge.

To think he basically made me his bitch ramming my ass without a tint of mercy, abusing me with every thrust. Steaming with anger, I watched him go on normally like nothing happened and before long he was out the door. I felt like a lifeless object, an object he used and tossed aside when he was done using it with. Just that victorious smirk he had when he was done… I swear that little fucker won't get away with this, revenge is right around the corner Michael Weisman.

I made my way to the shower to clean myself up. As I felt the warm water trickle down my heating body, I closed my eyes, trying to relax and forget everything but I couldn't; that killer smirk was fresh in memory. I can't believe Michael came in my ass again, doesn't he know how to pull out? That sick bastard probably did it on purpose anyways. Okay I'm lying if I said I didn't enjoy a small tiny part of it all. It's really messed up that I kinda wanted more but to be completely honest, I enjoyed it, a little bit, but Michael doesn't need to know about that.

After the shower I needed out of the house to clear my head, get away from everything and think things through and a walk in the park ought to do it. Walking through the park I felt so peaceful, the serene surroundings made it effortless to breathe. Thinking about it, Michael wasn't really a bad guy I mean, he's a cocky bad ass rocker that doesn't give two shits about anything or anyone else except himself but he still has a heart. Sure he acts before thinking and, says, mean things, about, me but he wasn't always like that. Wait I came outside to forget everything and relax, no thinking about him.

I took a seat on one of the park benches watching the surroundings, the sunny weather added to the comfortable scenery making it a pleasure to just pass my time there. I closed my eyes taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air and suddenly I get hit in the head by something. Opening my eyes I see it's a football, I picked it up and stood up turning around and I see a little boy with his hand out asking for the ball. I bend down to the boy's height and hand it back to him with a smile.

"Play safe" I said ruffling the little boy's hair. That got me a smile from him before he ran back to his friends.

Standing back up I took a step back and almost get hit by a cyclist. Thankfully, she turned just in time missing me but she fell off her bike hitting the ground. I quickly ran to her and helped her up and picked up the bike for her. As I got to look at her, immediately I'm mesmerized by her looks. I couldn't help but kinda stare at her for a moment. Her blonde hair complemented her big blue eyes perfectly.

"Dammit!" she said staring at the ice cream cone that was on the ground.

"Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry" I apologized

"No it's cool, I shouldn't have gotten on the bike while eating" she replied kindly.

"Hey I'll get you another one, if you promise not to eat while riding your bike again, it is known to cause hair loss you know" only after I said it I realized how lame it was but surprising she chuckled at it; hey I guess I am funny! We continued talking as we made our way to the ice cream, just as we were about to order her phone rang. While she attended to the call I reached in my back pocket to get my wallet and froze realizing it was missing. I searched my other pockets for it but only found spare change. Trying to recall where I left my wallet she interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey I gotta go back home my sister used the wrong conditioner and she's freaking out now" I try my best to hold back my laughter as she politely excused herself, "I guess I'll see you around" she said before taking off on her bike.

I smiled watching as she rode off into the distance. Looking at my phone I figured it was time to head back home but for some reason I had a weird feeling in my stomach, I figured it's probably because I didn't eat breakfast. Once back home straight into the kitchen I went and as I open the fridge there was a knock on the door. Thinking its Michael who forgot the keys again I open the door

"Are you Blake Jenner?" I nodded in response, It wasn't Michael.

"LAPD, you're under arrest" and with that one of the police officers hand cuffed me while the other started reading the Miranda rights. I was in total shock like what the actual fuck? I have no clue why I was being arrested but I'm pretty sure Michael has something to do with this.