Nostalgic – Chapter 2
TBB: Hey, guys. I've decided to write and post the second chapter since the first one was too short(in my opinion). Okay, well, enjoy!
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"Is this… you form of revenge? What the fuck is wrong with you?" The short-haired brunette spat, now regaining his voice.
"Those were harsh words, Henry. I guess you'll have to pay for that. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure why I wanted you myself. I guess…there's just something special about you." That voice slithered again. Walter gave his trademark smirk as he suddenly pinned Henry down.
"N-no! Walter!" Henry yelled.
"Hey, just shut up and enjoy it. I'm putting it on the line for you." And with that, the boxers came off.
Henry gasped as a hand grasped and stroked the length of his hardness. A finger began to massage the tip, where a clear liquid was sprouting. Henry was using all his willpower to stop the moans. His body started heating up, as he felt himself nearing an orgasm. Seeing how tense the man beneath him looked, Walter decided to help. With a flick of his tongue, Walter took Henry in his mouth as it exploded inside him. Henry let out a loud moan as Walter's tongue worked its magic. A few moments later, Walter released it out of his mouth as Henry's erratic breath rang in the silence. Followed by a zipping sound, and the clang of Walter's heavy belt.
Henry's eyes widened. Fearing what was about to happen next. He can feel hands pushing his legs apart. The look of ecstasy in his eyes turned into panic.
"No! Hell no!" Henry yelled as Walter positioned himself between Henry's legs.
"Don't –" But it was too late. Henry screamed aloud as Walter thrust himself into Henry.
"Ahh…AHHH!" Henry screamed. The pain was unbearable. Walter wasn't going easy on him at all. Henry couldn't help it… he restrained but tears formed in his eyes. Not just from the pain, but from the shame also.
"No..! Please…stop it! Stop it…." He said, but his voice faded from the pain. Tears poured down from his face, as Walter quickened the pace. He felt used… ignored, and most of all: weak. All the pride has been drained from him, as he sat, silently crying, taking in the pain. Walter finally stopped and separated from Henry. The crying aroused him…but the silence made him feel uncomfortable. The blonde quickly dressed himself as he left soundlessly, leaving a cold, nude Henry in his room. Henry tried to get up, but the pain was overwhelming. He gave up his attempts and just sat down, eyeing his pistol, lost in his own thoughts.
His life didn't seem so bright anymore. He cursed himself for succumbing to the pleasures. He cursed the man for tearing up his dignity, his strength. The tower that was once Henry's pride (not his organ --) collapsed into rubble. He felt unclean. Even more unclean than the places beyond the hole.
What the hell is going on..? What have I become?
It was shameful that Walter had raped him. But worse, the fact that he enjoyed it.
No...! I didn't like it. I was crying. I don't like it. I hate it. I hate HIM!
Actually he wasn't sure. But he hated the insecurity and covered it up with hatred. Slowly and steadily, Henry stood up from his place on the floor and crawled into bed. But one of the biggest questions still remained in his head:
Why me?
Walter walked fast, long paces. It was late summer, and South Ashfield was getting cold in the night. He stopped and entered Corona Condominiums, and rode the elevator up to the 9th floor. He entered his home, where all walls were pained red. Sullivan took off his new, black trench coat and flopped down on the sofa. He loved his encounter with the brunette. He could tell the Henry enjoyed it, except for the anal sex, of course. He played it all back in his head, pausing for a few seconds on the part where he stripped Henry of his boxers. The one thing that bothered him, though, was how silent Henry got all of a sudden. Just seeing dry tears flow down the other man's face as he took all his punishment. He'd expected Henry to moan…or at least yell the whole time during that time. That time...when Henry fell silent, Walter had an uneasy feeling inside.
'Maybe I went too hard on him,' He thought to himself. Whatever it was, he didn't want to see it again. After all, it's much more fun and arousing when they express themselves.
Two days passed since Henry's experience. He wasn't sure how Walter had gotten in, but he locked the door, and chained it. It was a hot mid-afternoon, as he opened his bedroom window for some air. Big mistake. Henry finished showering after his afternoon biking trip to the forest. Wrapping a clean towel around his torso, he entered his bedroom, planning to write up his resume for a stock broker at a nearby company. Suddenly, he was pushed against a wall as a pair of familiar lips locked with his. He muffled "Walter!" as the other separated with him.
"Yes?" he asked teasingly.
"How did you get in! I mean…get the fuck out of my room!" Henry said angrily.
"Through there." Walter said calmly as he pointed at the window. "and...too bad, you can't force me to leave." He said as he kissed Henry again, this time more forcefully. Henry didn't know what to do. A part of him wanted to shove Walter away, and the other half wanted to return the kiss.
'Oh my god, what am I thinking?' He thought as Walter's tongue probed at the entrance. Henry finally opened his mouth, and allowed the tongue to slide in. The heat was getting to his head. Finally giving up, Henry decided to return the kiss, as their tongues intertwined. Walter's mouth had a slight taste of red wine, as Henry moaned into the kiss, unable to control himself. The two broke up, both panting and out of breath.
"Well…I see you've improved" Walter said with a grin.
"Don't get your hopes up yet, Walter." Henry said as Walter began nibbing at his jaw.
"I like the ones who play hard to get" Walter said between kisses. Henry wasn't listening anymore.
TBC………
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Oh, btw, I assumed Walter's hair is blonde...since I've never seen him in the game.