Tyler's mind could not keep up with the next series of events.
He realized he was now bent over his bed fighting to breath. His head was being held down, face first into his bed sheets, and he could do nothing to escape Damon's grip of his hair. His hands were too slow to stop the unfastening of his jeans and he wasn't strong enough to even slow the process down.
He felt Damon's fingers entering him, some form of lubrication helping but not doing much to reduce the pain that came along with the hurried assault.
Damon soon stopped and Tyler's hair was released. As the teen gasped desperately trying to catch his breath he felt Damon's hands run from his shoulders to his wrists, pinning his arms above his head and pressing his body onto Tylers.
The rapid breathing of the teen was all that could be heard in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Damon entered Tyler slowly, allowing Tyler to scream and slightly adjust before pushing in a bit farther. Another scream accompanied by the teens violent shaking followed. Tyler was near passing out from the pain and sheer panic as Damon continued to work his way deeper into him.
Tyler seemed to mentally check out at this point as Damon reached down to pull Tyler's legs farther apart.
After what seemed like an eternity Tyler was again repositioned, pulled up to a standing position while Damon finished. Tyler felt himself being pushed back onto his bed and his sheets covering him. The shock caused him not to react beyond burying his face in his pillow and continuing to cry quietly, hidden from view.