"So as you can see, we have a visitor, Michael Langdon." Ms. Venable said, nodding to the young man with long dirty blond hair.
I was instantly taken by the guys' looks. So lean and a perfect face. For some reason the area under his eyes were red. He was talking about who would be taken to the Sanctuary. Honestly, I didn't hear a word of it. There was a strange feeling I got when he looked at me. Words came into my mind, reminding me of all the wrongs' I'd done, all the wrongs' done to me. Anger flared inside me and I couldn't stop it. Across from me, Tim was looking at the new guy with dislike. Then I noticed him glancing at my expression.
For some reason I felt bad, as if I were cheating on him. But that just wasn't the case. For one, Tim and I were not a couple. Two, I'd never met this new guy before. Although I had a feeling he'd give me a good time. And just like that, my mind shifted off Tim and to Michael. Below I felt my cock hardening for no reason. When Michael asked for volunteers to interview, I volunteered first. Michael nodded and gestured for me to follow him. Quite without meaning to, I looked at Tim as I rose. His face was red and I could tell he was hurt. I wasn't the only person to notice this. Emily looked at him with concern and even put a hand on his shoulder. As I walked off I heard him tell her he was fine.
We settled in his room. It was bigger than mine, having a desk and comfortable armchairs. I sat down across from him as he asked me about myself. As we talked, he rose and came around and stood behind me. I felt a finger lightly brush against the back of my neck. My cock grew hard as he was whispering in my ears. A hand slid down the front of my chest and gripped my dick through my pants. I gasped and Michael chuckled. I turned my head and made to kiss him. But he pulled away, apparently not wanting to lock lips. That was fine, as long as he would give me a good fuck.
"I'll be the best fuck of your life." Michael growled, gripped the back of my neck and lifting me up.
"What?" I asked, realizing that I hadn't said it aloud.
"I hear whatever you think. And right now you want my cock inside you. "Michael said darkly.
Suddenly, the smallest part of me thought I should just leave and head back to Tim.
"Oh, is he special to you?" Michael asked, lifting me to my feet with unnatural strength.
"No." I said, but another part of me said, "yes."
"We'll have to get together…and…" Michael tilted his head as he steered me over to his bed, "We can add the other one if you want…a nice little orgy."
Mentally I pictured fucking Andre while Michael and Tim double penetrating me. Michael laughed, giving me a quirky smile. I didn't want Michael to see what was in my mind. But the next moment I was bent over Michael's bed. I heard him making some noise behind me. I tried to turn my head to see what he was packing. An unseen force kept my head looking straight ahead. Suddenly my pants were yanked down to my knees.
"I know you like it rough, so I'm just gunna enter you without any preparation." Michael cooed.
Wanting to object, I felt his length slap against my ass cheeks before slipping between them. A moment later I let out a full-throated shout as he totally impaled me in a single go. His cock was so thick, like beer can thick, but short. I bit my lip as he pounded into me without concern for what I was feeling. After a minute the pain disappeared, but the normal pleasure I got from a cock hitting my prostate didn't occur. Michael's cock wasn't long enough for that.
"But it's thick enough you're bleeding." Michael whispered into my ear before biting it painfully.
"Ow!" I shrieked, "What the fuck. I'm done." I said angrily.
"Your not done till I say your done, Malcolm Gallant." Michael hissed, pounding me harder.
Though I loved rough sex, this was something I wasn't enjoying. I briefly looked up and noticed a strange shadow being produced. It almost looked like Michael had horns and wings. I whipped my head around to look. Luckily the restraint of being forced to look forward was gone. Michael grinned at me. Just a normal man. But he was super skinny. Barely any muscle tone at all. He lifted his right hand and gripped my hair, pulling my head back painfully. I noticed he had no armpit hair. Automatically I glanced back or tried to. I wanted to see if he had pubes.
Michael released my hair and pushed me to the side. He crawled onto his bed and lay on his back. I had half a mind to just turn and run. But something told me I wouldn't get very far, so I climbed onto the bed as well. Nodding at me with approval, Michael pushed his monster thick cock vertical. Studying it, I saw he had no pubic hair at all, shaved to the skin. Probably no more than five inches, it was stained red. For a moment I wondered why it was red.
"It's blood." Michael grinned darkly, then reached out and pulled me over him.
"Wait." I protested, wanting to see what kind of damage I had.
"No." he said matter-of-factly.
Before I could do more, he lowered me down and I sank down all the way until my ass was pressed against his hairless groin. His long fingers splayed against my stomach then drifted down. They curled into my thick pubes, getting lost beneath the brambles. I grunted as he gripped me at the base of my shaft. He squeezed as he pumped up it. Automatically I bucked into the grip. He grinned and started to pump my length. I moaned, while Michael might be brutal, his hand was magic around my cock. I almost came several times within a couple minutes, but he was able to staunch my release.
I began to increase the speed of bouncing on him. There was now a dull ache in my ass, proof of Michael's harsh treatment.
"Do you want me to cum inside you?" Michael asked, his face turning red with sweat.
Almost without thinking, I nodded my head vigorously, but my mind said no.
"Too bad, I'm gunna cum inside you anyway." Came Michael's voice inside my head.
I stared at him in alarm as I suddenly felt my release explode. With a couple of expert pumps, Michael's hand jerked me through it. I yelled, loving the sensation of those long thin fingers working me in all the right places. Michael growled and came to a halt. Instead of pounding his way through an orgasm, Michael didn't move, letting his cock twitch as rivers of his cum exploded inside my bloody hole. I laid there, staring wide eyed into eyes that appeared black. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I looked again they were the normal blue. Shaking my head, I grunted and tried to pull off him.
"Get dressed and get out." Michael pushed me sideways and onto my side on the bed before bouncing onto the floor.
"Jesus." I growled, sitting up on the floor.
"Never say that!" Michael roared.
My eyes widened and I nodded in fear. Then Michael softened his face. He almost looked apologetic...almost. Reaching down, he offered me a hand. After a brief hesitation, one in which too longer than normal, I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. I looked down at his deflating cock, seeing how red it was. Scared now, I reached behind and touched my hole. I brought my hand back around and noticed how bloody my fingers were.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled, furious.
Seeming to be amused, Michael waved his hand and turned away. Suddenly I felt the wetness leaking out of me lessen. Reaching back again, I probed myself and once more brought my hand around. The blood was gone, now it was just thick globules of white semen seeping out of me. Uneasy, I dressed and hurried out of his room. I was halfway to my own room when I felt tears begin to leak from my eyes. I opened my bedroom door and looked to the side as Tim came into view. His face grew concerned and he hurried closer. Realizing he saw my tears, I hurried inside and tried to close the door but Tim burst his way in.
"What happened? Are you alright?" he asked, pulling me into a hug.
"I'm f-fine." I sniffled, trying to hold back my emotions, though I didn't understand why this was effecting me so.
"I'll kill him." Tim said, his voice shaking with rage.
"I'm alright, Tim." I got out, taking a deep breath.
"Did he hurt you?" Tim took a step back and looked up and down, then he noticed my disheveled clothing and his face fell.
I didn't quite know how to answer, "Yes…he hurt me….but….maybe I deserved it."
"Did he rape you?" Tim said, his voice deepening.
"Not really…I like it rough but…" I gulped and suddenly I blurted it out. "At first I wanted him, but it was like I was under some spell…I don't know why, but I thought of you and I didn't really want him anymore….but then it spiraled out of control and he fucked me, hard with no preparation. His cock was so thick it hurt but so short it was kinda funny….he doesn't have any body hair…completely hairless like a prepubescent boy or something…" I said in a long and fast breath.
Tim's face flickered with different emotions, from touched, to concerned, to angry, to amused, "He has a short dick?"