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Pressing his lips against the smaller boy's rose petal like lips, Sechi forced his tongue in the nether reign of the velvet texture. An addicting taste of strawberry, one that could intoxicate anyone into submission to his or her own desires. For god sakes, he was horny! His lower body spread Toby's legs open, lying himself between the spread limbs, feeling Toby's hardening shaft against his own, causing a moan to erect from his lips. For all he had done in his life, this was punishment for the very such - he was no better than their holders. His every thought fell towards the relief of pleasure that excited him through and through, he pressed his body down again.

Baby smooth hands against Sechi's shoulders tried harder to push him away, but he was no more aware of them then his calm state of mind. He was going crazy, ever taste he had of the boy was intoxicating. Breaking the kiss, he breathed deeply, kissing the boys flabby, baby-like, cheeks playfully before stopping at his neck. Toby fought no more, finding it impossible to get past Sechi's passionate touches. Nipping the skin with his teeth, Sechi broke the skin slightly, before pulling back and sucked upon the wound enough to leave a mark. His insides screamed at the irresponsibleness he was showing.

"Sora…" Toby whimpered, trying to clutched the end of the bed and pull his way out from under Sechi's body, only to excite another moan from both parties as a shake of passion went up them. Both were falling to need as Sechi lowered his mouth to the rose bud nipples, taking one into his mouth with a playful lick, if only experimenting what would happen. A gasp escaped from Toby's mouth, his hands reaching down, and into, Sechi's hair, unsure whether to seek more of the majestic sexual arousing or push him away.

As his lips played with the buds on the boy's chest, his hands were busying themselves elsewhere, mostly between the boy's legs. Removing the plug from the keyboardist's bottom, Sechi replaced it with his own stiff dick. The sudden pain was gone, but he didn't move, upon seeing the child break out into tears, fighting to pull away from Sechi's hold. Reaching up, he ran a hand through the silky red, brown, and blond strands from the boy's face long enough to see his eyes close again in discomfort. He had expected tears, soft pleas, but none came. With the disappearing smile, tears were disappearing. If that was Sechi and Mono wanted means of doing any of this, they had won. Sweet innocence was gone, again in Toby's life as all of his memories came back to him.. The ache had weakened, wasn't as demanding, and grief struck him as quickly as the sexual arouse.

The warmth in his abdomen returned, causing Sechi to whimper, but he refused to move as he leaned his head towards Toby's ear. "I'm sorry kid" Sechi finally whispered, pulling out of the boy. In thought that the pain was over, Toby relaxed as the appendage left his body, yet it returned in slow, agonizing thrusts.

Toby's head fell back as he cried into the pillow, his body betraying him into submission as a cry escaped his lips, one of mercy towards the sexual desire - one that needed attention from Sechi for his own pleasure. The man agreed, aiming his thrust with more vigour into the boy.

Toby grasped onto the older man's shoulders, squeezing his anal muscles to quickly rid Sechi of the problem that was leading on the whole rape. Placing his hands upon Toby's sides, Sechi lifted the boy onto his knees, changing the direction of his thrust, into the boy's prostate. Eyes wide, Toby moaned, his eyes closing as he bit into his lip. Never once did he open his eyes to stare at Sechi, who was thrusting into him with a pace to cause them both to cum, to get it all over with.

Throwing his head back, Toby closed his eyes tighter as he hesitantly brought his hand towards his own shaft. It worried him, the camera's red glare staring into his soul, watching his every move as he obediently started helping Sechi with his desire. There was no love in this. No love at all.

Avoiding the urge to lean down and bite the open neck, Sechi bit his lip as he projected his hips once more in the angle that caused Toby to wither under him, receiving another moan from the boy. He swore, if he was going to hurt this kid, it was at least going to be as painful and as pleasurable as possible. He could feel the boy begin to shake, inner muscles clamping around his own hard on. He needed release, but both were being denied. The burning sensation that had started the entire problem was laughing at him, controlling him to be rougher, to earn groans from the child as Toby's head through back. How could one so innocent look so whorishly perfect at that moment was a wonder to Sechi.

It was his goal, to make sure Toby came before he could, that way he'd get more fun out of it. Projecting his hips once more into the boy's nerve, he felt the child clamp upon him and still, and with a scream for Sora, as it may he came. Sperm that had been held off came quickly upon the blanket bellow them, Sechi watched Toby's own hand milk himself for all it was worth before falling upon the bed. A sight that made Sechi come too, filling the boy with his own essence. Perfection, the burning no longer bothered him, but no energy could come to pull out of Toby. Brushing sweat-bathed hair from Toby's eyes, he watched them squeeze shut; seeking towards the warmth the hand gave. A faint whisper escaped the pop star's mouth, "Sora…"

Sechi had no feelings for the boy that could cause more pain than needed. He shook his head, brushing more of the hair from Toby's head as he stared down. Why all of the sudden had he felt sympathetic, what was with that day. What was with Toby was beginning to worry about him? So many questions, so much trouble.

Sechi got up and left the boy laying on the bed. He had been violated enough for the night. Some other day they would continue till they clothed the boy and left him some where in Tokyo to be found. Or they'd kill him and sell his body parts to some one. Or sell him off as a sex slave for some one else to violate.