Francis Bonnefoy was a very infamous man. Many knew his name but few had seen his face and based of the stories told about him, you would not expect him to look like he did. He was a criminal who robbed people of their money and sometimes their lives. A man filled with greed that was not afraid to hurt people to get what he wanted, and here, Matthew, a not so innocent anymore boy, was pinned to a bed by the very devil himself. Matthew was scared. No, he was beyond scared, he was mortified. His life had been ruined by this man, and now he was owned by him. He wanted to cry, any escape would be futile, any living there would be worse. To him his life was officially over. Then the man started to touch him again.
He was kissed on the neck, the evil man leaving love bites on his neck, a marking that Matt hated when he found them on his skin. The mans hand went down, slipping into his pants and rubbing him. Matt hated all of this, he couldn't move though. Was it the fear of being killed by this heinous man? Maybe, I also might have been that he secretly liked the attention he was getting, even if he hated the person. No, never, he could never like something so wrong.
He was groped, rubbed, and stroked, the forbidden feeling so good. Matthew cursed his body for giving in so quickly, usually the person didn't care if he felt good or not so being directly pleasured felt so good, he was so quickly aroused. "Ngg," He made a pleasured whimper as he tried not to moan. Francis smirked, knowing the boy was already melting into his touch. He would get Matthew addicted to him, So addicted that every night the boy would beg for him to touch him. He had watched the boy from afar for so long, he was filled with lust for the boy, but a familiar feeling plagued him. He didn't want to hurt the boy under him; he secretly cared for the boy because of an act that one would never remember. But Francis remembered it. Never had anyone shown him kindness until he had met the young boy in front of the chapel. At first the sight of him sickened Francis, but then they boy's sweetness… He was so gentle and so kind to everyone, including Francis himself. He had fallen deeply in love with the boy. He wanted to protect the boys from the horrors of this world, but he also wanted to have Matt as his own, begging to be touched and loved by him every night. So for his own selfish desires, he chose the later, ruining the boy's life so he could be happy. But in turn, he ruined the boy's innocence.
Matthew shivered at Francis touch when he was stripped bare. A blush crossed his face as he was ashamed, nude in front of another man, his body begging to be touched. This wasn't him, why did he want this so much. His usual resistance was gone as he didn't struggle but let himself be pleasured. Guilty moans escaping his mouth as he was stroked and pumped. How did he let his defenses down so easily? Then a different feeling shot through his body as a warm heat enveloped his length. The pleasure was great as Francis sucked on his throbbing member, a knot building in his stomach. This feeling was new, it felt so good but he wanted more. The knot built up tightening slowly until his back arched and it broke, cuming inside of the mans mouth. No one had ever tried to pleasure him like that before. It felt so good. He had to stop it. "P-please stop!" He cried out as the man then proceeded to put a finger into his entrance. He let out a throaty moan as the man immediately found that one spot that so few did. "Why should I?" He asked grinning, "I sucked you off only a moment ago and now your getting hard again by getting violated by a mans finger." Matthew looked away, a blush staining his face as a few tears escaped. He couldn't lie anymore. He was so ashamed. He liked this. He wanted more. Francis added the second finger and then the third, going slow and always hitting or brushing the pleasure spot. The boy beneath him now shamelessly moaned against his touch. He took out the fingers and slowly put his length. Matthew grimaced but soon the slight pain turned into pleaser as Francis thrust slowly and pumped the boys length. Soon, it felt so good Matthew couldn't tell if he was on a bed or flying.
((I'm not really happy with this chapter but it will do. Well you probably weren't expecting this but it is rated M for a reason so… Yhea and this may be 10-20 chapters, we will see as I write it, I just have enough plot twists for this so, and although 3 people did not review it this time, you may thank the first person who did, Zoewinter1 she has been my inspiration now and her stuff is good too so~ yhea. Passtaaaaa))