They were in the back of the shop, when Peter picked up on his general low-spirits that had been going on ever since the particular incident. Ralph was a bloke that had the tendency to pay attention to the verbal signals his friends sent him, including the tales of the duller adventures they went through during the day. He involved himself in their conversations, being quite accustomed to Peter's dilemmas with certain aspects of Mathematics, or the twins' occasional descriptions of their love affairs, or even the rare Simon mentions about his newly acquired garden plants.
Which was why the fair boy was genuinely taken aback when Peter almost shouted at him to gather his attention, after probably calling his name for more than a couple of times.
„What is happening to you, Ralph?" The plump boy strictly inquisited, slightly arranging the specs on his face while inspecting Ralph with sharp eyes. „You've been unusually odd for the past days."
Ralph didn't retort to confirm it, but didn't deny it either. His breath remained stuck, as his fingers lightly dabbed at his leg under the table in apprehension. In fact, this apprehension had dominated over him in the last days, more than it'd done it in any other time of his life. All he thought about was how Merridew could post pictures of him being sucked off by another bloke, the bloke ridiculously being Merridew himself in this case, and show them to the world. Ralph had been somewhat bewildered when he entered the school gates two days ago and expected everyone to glare accusingly at him and whisper foul rumors between them, only to find everything being the same. No one stared at him. No one pointed, laughed or bullied him. There wasn't a soul that paid special attention to him, or a professor that would grab him by the arm to throw him in the counselor's room, where his father would have waited to send him to the madhouse.
It simply baffled Ralph more than anything, and it was even more curious how Merridew didn't particularly pick on him as he used to. No photos spread around, no words whispered about him, no meaningful glances, suggesting that Ralph's life would soon be over. He actually pondered over the fact that Merridew had been intimidated by Ralph's threat. He actually believed for a moment that Merridew was now afraid he would be discovered as the bloke who Ralph had had his oral sex encounter with. Ralph knew it was too good to be true, but as time passed, this particular belief actually strengthened. It was highly probable that Merridew was afraid that Ralph would blow his cover as well, if he dared to tell the world about those photos.
That didn't make him less paranoid though. No, he still was on guard regarding the bugger, day after day. He was too unpredictable, and there still was the biting doubt that Merridew would be impressed by such a petty threat, and from Ralph's side nonetheless. Merridew had never been afraid or impressed by him, and the fair boy still sensed this was not the case; not yet. If Merridew came onto him with threats again though, Ralph would have to take his stance more seriously. He would have to do something to actually unnerve him.
"Didn't feel quite well." The fair boy retorted, offering a strained half-smile. "Stomach problems."
Peter gazed unconvinced for a moment, appearing as if he was about to insist on the matter. He nodded in understanding instead.
"Well I'm guessin' you don't want the special cake for today."
Ralph cursed himself on the inside. Despite that he couldn't always bear Peter's relatives, he had to admit the confectionery shop that they had managed to transform from the early candy shop was quite a blast. Each time they found free hours in their schedule, they stopped at 'Bertha's Sweets' to stuff themselves with some of the latest and best specialties of Peter's aunt.
"I don't think it would be that bad if I tried some though." Ralph carried on uneasily, his strained smile widening, as Peter slightly narrowed his eyes at him. The last thing Ralph needed was for his friend to get even more suspicious and he definitely didn't want some questions right then. The worst part was that Peter rarely asked. He was one of those people that figured out even the most difficult and challenging things on their own.
To Ralph's relief, the tension between them broke when two identical heads poked in through the glass entrance door, the bell's rings echoing in the entire room.
"We've made it, lads!" Sam shouted, bursting in along with his brother, both having equal grins on their faces, before almost diving into the chairs between Simon and Ralph. The dark boy pleasantly returned the smile, while the fair one rolled his eyes, waiting for the upcoming, regular teenage daily adventures.
"Jen accepted my date." Sam prompted smugly, "This lad here needs to work on it a little more." He pointed at his twin, who didn't seem to be down about it in the slightest.
"Don't have to brag it, son." He grinned back. "There's still lots of time for me." Eric finished. "I'll have Carrie as soon as ya crack yer knuckles." They snickered, putting up a show for everyone in the small shop to see. Peter shook his head at their antics, while Ralph's mood was immediately lifted. Hearing about his friends' regular lives calmed the fair boy to an extent and temporarily freed him of his permanent roller coaster of anxiety and torment. It made him somewhat forget about the stress that Jack Merridevil indirectly caused him every minute of his life.
Maybe it was not the same kind of stress as before, because Merridew had strangely stopped bullying Ralph, but this behavior caused a different kind. It was one that consumed him from the inside out, made his insides swirl in an infinite storm of fears. They would never end, because he would never know what could happen. It was a continuous anticipation.
Merridew barely looked at Ralph anymore, and if he did, his face betrayed nothing. Ralph didn't recall a time when Merridew had ever acted like this toward him. Merridew had always communicated with him in some way or another, despite that it was in a depraved manner, by mocking him, glaring at him, physically and verbally bullying him, or by simply smirking at him. His radically changed attitude was too out of place and Ralph sensed the bastard was carving a vile plan for him. He didn't know what it was, but he felt it was going to be worse than the last one, which tortured his mind every time he remembered it.
It also tortured his mind because it had a caused a terrifying change in his life. A change that involved the sexual life. Ralph had never had any fancy for anyone in particular, and he tried to convince himself he didn't have one for Merridew, but his bodily reactions proved it otherwise. And it wasn't just the fact that he was hornier than usually; it was the mental images of Merridew going down on him that he tried so desperately to get rid of.
His mind constantly conjured Merridew doing to him what he had done in the park; grabbing at his neck to strangle him, licking and biting at his chest and nipples and stomach, taking his cock into his mouth. And even images of what Merridew himself had said he'd do to Ralph. Merridew spanking him until his arse would be raw and sensitive, then actually fucking him until he couldn't see straight. Ralph had null experience in this area and he couldn't even properly imagine what the act would be like more exactly, but he imagined it wouldn't be that much different from regular sex. Except that one's prick would have to go in the arse instead. Ralph shook when he thought about it.
He didn't want to go there, but the dark depths of his mind still accepted he was into this abhorrent kind of activities. He was probably worse than the worst existing poofter, and if anyone ever found out about those abominable urges, he'd literally have to bury himself into the ground. He almost ripped his hair out after a particularly vivid and wild dream about Merridew actually doing that to him, literally fucking him, driving himself into Ralph until he was screaming in his dream, a few minutes before he actually woke up screaming into his pillow, sweat sticking his hair and clothes to his skin, and soiled underwear.
He wanted to throw up after that, he at least wanted to be disgusted with himself, but all he felt was a sick emptiness, some sort of desperation at not having that, which made his morality revolt against his instincts. That was not acceptable. He wasn't supposed to have those dreams and thoughts and impulses, and especially not about Jack Merridew, his oldest and greatest bully. But they were there. And Ralph had to do something about it. He had to avoid even seeing Merridew, he had to stop even looking at him if that was what it took. He could accept the fact that he was queer, but he could not accept that he was queer for Merridew, not to the point where he would want that guy's dick in his own arse.
Ralph had initially thought it would be difficult avoiding Merridew and especially not paying attention to him, but he realized it was actually easier than originally supposed. Especially now, since Merridew didn't interact with him anymore. Everything was going better and even his own friends had noticed this sudden change in their daily lives. The fact that Merridew's gang ambushed them less and less. It still happened of course, even without Merridew leading them. Black and Talbot couldn't have lived without this activity, but Ralph and his friends noticed it was easier for them to confront the rest of the squad without Merridew being there. There was a general confusion regarding Merridew's retreat and his reluctance toward everything Ralph-related, which didn't go unnoticed by his friends of course.
"Blimey, Ralph, what have you done to the all-mighty devil himself?" Eric questioned one day, while chilling on the side benches, near the sports field. Ralph sensed a wisp of tension clutching at his stomach. It was almost midday, they had a break that they'd decided to spend outside, since it was a pleasant day, but the decision hadn't been well thought.
Merridew and his pack were on the field at that particular hour, savagely battling another team of poor unfortunate souls who'd decided to go against them. Merridew didn't appear to be different than usual, he was still set on destroying every living person that dared to cross his path, and Ralph felt his air get stuck in his throat. After a few days of managing to avoid said-devil, he found himself trapped again in front of the plonker.
He couldn't just leave his friends and find a ridiculous excuse once again- he'd done it too many times for the past few days- so he had to bear the image. Seeing Merridew running on the field in soccer shorts, long legs hitting at the ball with a strength which sent it to the other side of the field, enthusiastically yelling and grinning at his mates; and then there was the nasty side of that view. Not that there was a good side, but just looking at him from that far, it might have convinced someone he was a quite decent and acceptable bloke. The nasty side was his constant spitting and swearing, which instinctually made Ralph compare him to a pig. The comparison made his once again flaring attraction die down somewhat. Or so at least he tried to convince himself.
"What do you mean?" He flinched. He didn't want to have too many emotions in front of his friends. "I see he's his usual, disgusting self."
The twins shared meaningful looks, which intensified Ralph's dull ache in the pit of his stomach, a nervousness and sudden fear that they already knew about what'd happened between him and Merridew. Peter was the one who interfered this time.
"I believe you know what he means, Ralph. He's been avoiding us for more than a week, he's not bullying us anymore, and we've all noticed how you desperately try to avoid him as well. Something obviously happened between the two of you, and the question is what could have moved that twat so much to the point where he would give up on his number one pleasure in life: bullying you."
And that was the moment in which his pulse raced uncontrollably and his mind was spinning with no answer prepared beforehand. He had to quickly make up a lie on the spot, or other complications would have issued. What could have Ralph told them? That he wanted to have wild sex with Merridew, because he had blown him once in the bushes?
"How should I know why he's avoiding me?" The fair boy took a deep breath and looked away. "I'm just trying to keep away from him more than usual, because I've had it with him. I just want this to be over already. All this drama about bullying. He's got to stop sometime."
He could feel his friends' heavy stares on him and their doubts pricking him.
"Ya actually think that'd work?" Sam inquired, scratching his neck. "I mean, why would something as simple as this stop Merridew? You've tried this before, Ralph, and it didn't work."
Ralph shrugged, his gaze still settled on some far away point in the distance.
"Maybe. But this time, he's changed as well. He's acting differently. And I thought, why not? If he's avoiding me, then I suppose I'll start doing the same. He would eventually get used to us ignoring each other and maybe he would get used to ignoring me in the end. Then all the bullying would stop."
There was a heavy pause that ate at his mind and soul, as his friends silently pondered over his last words. Everything was odd indeed, but maybe that would work. All the shocking events that had recently taken place between Merridew and Ralph would change his and his friends' lives as well. They would slowly start having normal social lives. They would finally know what'd be like to exist without being bullied. Well, at least not as much as before. If Merridew stopped because of whatever reason was consuming him, then Merridew's pack would have also eventually done the same. It was just a matter of time.
He didn't know that another side of his life would drastically change instead, and even more shockingly so.
…
He was in P.E. when it happened, two days after. Just passing the ball to his teammates during soccer, when a brute force pushed him to the ground, knocking him to the grass floor. He felt as if he had been sedated for moments, and sensed drops trickle down his temple, his head swimming in agonizing pain. When his view turned clearer, he managed to see the imposing figure towering over him, the recognizable dark blue shorts and strong legs that seemed to stretch for miles above him, and his heart raced when he realized Merridew was smirking down at him.
A whistle blew in the air and paused the game only to yell words that drowned Ralph in a terrible pit of dread.
"Merridew, since you're responsible for Foley's head injury, you're taking him to the nurse! And if I hear of another violent encounter, you'll get detention for all month!"
A terrible panic seized Ralph when he felt Merridew's hand on the upper part of his arm, his grip steady and firm, but not enough to hurt, which was slightly surprising to the fair boy. He supposed Merridew didn't want the coach to see him being rough with Ralph, not until they were out of his hawk-like sight. When they reached the halls of the school, the panic mixed with angst and sickness in the depths of his stomach, along with a sudden rapid beat of his pulse, that increased the longer he was alone with the other boy. He was even more surprised when Merridew just slowed down his pace, his clutch becoming a notch softer; soft enough for Ralph to barely feel it.
He was still in a slight daze due to the bleeding bruise on his head, but he could sense Merridew's hand moving from his upper arm, to the side of his waist, then lower; to his hip, slightly digging his fingers there as a pretense to steady Ralph better. The fair boy abruptly stiffened and put a stop in his tracks, grabbing Merridew's hand with his own and pushing it away, before stepping back hastily, which earned him another wave of dizziness. Merridew was on him again, as soon as he blinked, supporting his weight, as not to end up on the floor like a crumpled cloth.
"Just get away from me!" Ralph snapped, one hand grabbing at his own head, the other pushing at Merridew's face, as the tall arsehole was apparently set on sticking to him like a leech. "I can go to the nurse by myself!" He concentrated on looking at him, only to be met by a half-smirking face.
"Doubt it, Foley. You can barely stand on your own legs." His voice smoothly replied. He then grabbed Ralph's middle again and slowly started leading him further, and Ralph felt his face get warm and his body flush more at the proximity of their bodies. He wanted to beat himself up, because Merridew was the one who had intentionally hit him in the first place, and now he acted like he was some sort of hero for helping Ralph get there. He had a terrible feeling that Merridew had some intentions in mind; he hadn't had any reaction toward Ralph for a while, and now he was suddenly his old, deceitful self. A plan had definitely been made during this time and Merridew was most probably going to tell him in their short, lonely time together. The anticipation and tension were torturing him, until he couldn't stand it anymore. He just suddenly turned to the other boy.
"What do you want from me?"
The silence was deafening as Merridew calmly faced him, slightly looming forward with an uncharacteristically stern expression.
"I'm glad you asked." He spoke placidly, his sharp, blue stare measuring him up. "I've developed the photos. Quite lovely, they are. Beat myself to them a few times." Ralph widened his eyes as his breath hitched, blood rushing to various places in his body, most prominently his face and lower regions. He tightened his mouth, the familiar arousal glowing in his core. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let Merridew affect him so intensely, just by uttering a few immoral words.
"Why should I care?" He bit back, bright eyes defying. "I've already told you you're in the same dangerous position as me. I can tell everyone you're the one who blew me."
Merridew leaned in closer, face now slightly threatening. Ralph barely abstained from backing away again; instead he held his ground against the ferocity of the other boy.
"Do you actually think anyone will believe you?" He menaced, baring his teeth. "I have proof, you don't. Your position is considerably less significant than mine in this town. Your father is a simple naval officer, while my parents govern over the banking system. You're nothing. Even if there are people who'll believe you, you'll still be at a disadvantage. I'll throw you in a mental institute before you even realize what's going on." It just poured out of his mouth like poison. Snake poison that spilled over Ralph and paralyzed him, numbed him, ate at his core, and froze him in deathly fear. All the warmth was gone as he gaped at the other boy, petrified features, and fists tight at his side, despair suffocating him. Why was he doing all those things? Why did he constantly attack him, persecute him, over and over again? What had he done so wrong that the monster always felt the need to terrorize him?
"Why?" His mouth moved before he stopped himself, in a half-choked and anguished whisper. The other boy's eyes gleamed, his face unmovable this time, narrowly surveying him like a predator. Ralph didn't even flinch anymore when Merridew's fingers harshly grabbed at his chin and brought his lips there, slightly biting.
"Because that's what I live for, golden boy. To torment you. To humiliate you." His tongue went higher, swiping below his bottom lip, then at the corner of his mouth, but not at his lips. Not there. Ralph's body still reacted in spite of the whole depraved situation, and the burning in his cheeks intensified at Merridew's motions, but also because of the fury that boiled in him. It was truly twisted and wrong and sick, and yet he still physically enjoyed it, despite that his mind screamed at the despicable manner in which Merridew was manipulating him.
"These are reasonable motives for your submission to me." He muttered in between licks, his breath growing considerably heavier, and Ralph realized Merridew was just as turned on. "I've been thinking about this for quite a while now. My parents are gone this Saturday. I want you at my house in the evening, or else I will actually spread the photos around this time." Another lick, at the junction between his face and neck. Ralph harshly breathed and shuddered, still too warmed up to be in actual shock, but too appalled to give a proper reaction.
"I won't…" He trailed off in a searing haze, attempting to wriggle out of Merridew's embrace, but too weak. The pain from his head and the feeling of Merridew's tongue mapping at his face were too much. His rational mind yelled at him to protest, to fight against him, but his darkest will didn't want him to do those things. He was too attracted to Merridew, and painfully so, he wanted to go to his house and indulge himself in whatever lewd activity Merridew had planned for them.
"Yes, you will." Merridew's lips moved into his skin. He gave another suck on Ralph's neck, before he backed away to stare into his face, gloating and quite winded up as well. Ralph gazed back at him stirred, flames lapping over his face, and Merridew smiled triumphantly. He then put his arm on Ralph's waist to slowly direct him toward the end of the hall.
"Now let's head there, before I end up doing something regrettable in the middle of the school."
…
Everything that followed was torturous. Going into school, seeing his friends, occasionally seeing Merridew's wicked, furtive smiles directed at him, when no one was looking. Merridew didn't restart his session of bullying, and Ralph actually doubted that he would do it. Not with him anyway, given that he had found another favorite activity to entertain himself with. Ralph's mind was still torn apart regarding the decision of actually meeting Merridew in private. He intensely thought about not going after all and finding a method to give Merridew away, but nothing came to him. Merridew was right. He had the photos, the remote proof of Ralph's compromising situation, and he was more influential than Ralph. He would have won in this, without much of an actual fight. And the fair boy didn't even know if he actually wanted to fight Merridew anyway. He still dreamed and fantasized about Merridew, and committing various, scandalous acts with him; even purposely jerked off a few times while thinking about what would have happened at Merridew's place.
He was almost desperate, and his intense, sexual excitement overwhelmed him in the end. When he saw the note with the address inside his desk on Friday, his heart violently bounced into his rib cage, in thrill and expectation. He decided to pay a visit to Merridew, after all. He knew it was an insane thing to do, but he tried to tell himself he mostly did it because of Merridew manipulating him. The blatant lie was shameful and degrading, but he pushed those moral thoughts aside.
When the time came, he almost jumped in impatience. Just quickly put his jacket on and burst out the door without even announcing his father of his departure. Not that he ever used to inform his father about his escapades, but his father sometimes insisted on it, especially due to what had happened to his mother, years ago.
He walked in a whirling cloud there. Still managed to slightly recognize the neighborhood though, being one of the fancier ones. Rich people. Ralph wasn't even surprised, when taking into account Merridew's treatment of everyone and everything, and especially his excessive narcissism. The house was even more impressive, especially when compared to those around; had a grave, almost somber allure, with high windows, and sharp angles, and it was enormous, close to being called a mansion in that place. He didn't even know how to approach it. Should he have simply rung at the huge door at the front, or gone through the back? It had to have back door, every house had one, and he suspected that mansion had even more than one. He decided to go to the front door after all, since Merridew had said that his parents weren't home. No need to hide, he supposed.
His stomach dropped when he was greeted not by Merridew himself, but by a middle-aged woman, dressed in what Ralph could clearly see was a servant outfit. His anxiety blew through the roof, when he realized they wouldn't be alone. He should have guessed Merridew had servants roaming around the whole house.
"I'm sorry, I believe I shouldn't be here, I-" He started in alarm, trying to get away from that place before he got in deeper trouble. He mentally kicked himself for even agreeing to the whole thing, and was about to back away when the woman warmly smiled at him and opened the door to let him pass.
"Oh, you're here for the young master, aren't you? He's told us he's been waiting for you. Blonde, pretty boy, he said." Ralph fervently shook his head, trying to find quick excuses, but the woman gently grabbed him and dragged him inside. He was quickly led through various, large rooms, guided up massive stairs. The inside of the house had the same darkness as the exterior, and Ralph didn't feel comfortable being there. At all. The more he reached the depths of that house, the more he wanted to get out. What had Merridew been thinking, planning such things when he had people walking through the house at all hours? His nonchalance was astounding, and Ralph felt particularly scandalized by it. He didn't even know why he'd told him about his parents being gone, when there were other people there anyway.
He was finally pushed through a dark door and found himself in a room almost as spacious as the rest. It was a bedroom, with a king-sized bed, dark blue covers, and walls of the same color. Shelves stacked with books were pinned to the opposite wall of the room, stretching from the ceiling to the floor, and there were a few clothes thrown away in another corner. And of course, there was the side dedicated to Merridew's love for music. Music sheet papers lying everywhere, prizes that showed Merridew's previous accomplishments, and two guitars; one mahogany classic, the other electric.
Well, he could say the room screamed of Merridew indeed.
Naturally, he'd spotted the bastard, ever since he got in. He was in the far corner of the room, an unrecognizable book in his hand, but eyes trailed on Ralph and the ever specific, trademark smirk on his face. He'd waited for Ralph to get accustomed to the room, from what the fair boy could tell.
"Been waiting for you, golden boy." He closed the book with a thud and put it back into its place, before turning to him.
"Why the hell did you tell me you'd be alone in the house?" Ralph sharply inquired, brow knitted into a frown. Merridew smiled wider.
"When did I say I would be alone?" He retorted, raising his eyebrows in mock perplexity. "I said my parents would be gone. And they are." Ralph shook his head, a piercing anger overcoming him, then swirled to reach the door in an attempt to flee that place; the gesture seemed like it'd lighted a match in the form of Merridew, because not before Ralph sketched a step, Merridew was there, pinning him to the door, his whole front pressed against Ralph's back.
"Where do you think you're going?" Merridew growled into his hair, one hand stuck into the door, above Ralph's head, the other fixed on Ralph's neck. The fair boy breathed quickly and shallowly, his body responding again, against his intent, and he gave a low whine in the back of his throat as Merridew slowly started pushing his front into his bum. He could feel his own cock instantly harden, and he dug his nails into the wood, futilely trying to hold on to something.
"W-we can't do this here. They would hear." He feverishly mumbled, his body already charged with sexual tension. He didn't even know if he cared that much by then, he would truly accept everything Merridew had in mind for him. Merridew moved his hand from Ralph's neck to his pale locks, and tugged at them, the sudden pain sending more warmth through the fair boy's groin. He was frozen in hot pleasure as Merridew savagely maneuvered him. Pushing his crotch into Ralph's jean-clad arse, and grabbing at his hair; his mouth descended onto Ralph's stretched neck, lightly biting into the smooth skin.
"I know they would hear." Merridew grumbled amused into his neck. "They are aware of my occasional adventures." His teeth dug harder, and Ralph couldn't help it. He gave a loud moan, instantly forgetting about the fact that he was confused as to how an entire group of older people knew about Merridew's less than favorable rendezvouses. He just let himself be handled by the other boy, relishing in the feeling of his rough fingers in Ralph's hair and sharp teeth biting at his throat.
"You like that, don't you?" Merridew growled, pulling on his locks and forcefully twisting Ralph's head around, his fingers grabbing at the smaller boy's jaw, before plunging his tongue into Ralph's open mouth. His heart slammed into his thorax, as Merridew worked their mouths, slithering his tongue into warm crevice, and hungrily twisting it around Ralph's tentative one. It was messy and heated and wet, pouring his anger and frustration into it, and the fair boy trembled under Merridew's aggressive mouth.
"You've been a naughty boy," Merridew teased into his lips. One hand went at the front of Ralph's jeans, palming Ralph's bulge, the other sneaked between them, tightly cupping his arse. Ralph let out a gust of shaky breath, along with a half-choked moan. "And naughty boys need to be punished." He ground into Ralph, ramming into him with a force that shook him; leaving him on the bridge of instantly coming. Ralph bucked against the other boy, moving in sync with him, and groaning loud and clear.
"I will have to spank you, naughty boy," Merridew spoke, teeth raking against the side of the fair boy's face and cheek. "And fuck you," Ralph panted, his erection twitching as he fervently nodded, desperate and begging, his mind covered in a fog of lust.
"Yes," He choked. "Oh, please spank me and fuck me, please," His hair was then pulled at again and he jerked and hissed in hot pain.
"Please, master," Merridew rasped in his ear. There was an hesitant air around the fair boy for a moment, an attempt to resist and oppose going so low as to call Merridew that, but he was already being fucked through clothes and begging like a whore for his cock, so he guessed there wasn't much dignity left in him. He was so turned on, that when Merridew violently pushed him into the door for disobeying him and dug his nails into the side of his neck, his mouth simply moved on its own. "Yes, please, master."
Merridew breathed into his hair. "Good boy."
He was lightheaded and not very much aware of what happened in between being pinned by Merridew against the door, and ending up on the bed; then on Merridew's lap, on his stomach, bum sticking in the air. He just knew Merridew had quickly released him out of his clothes, and was now softly palming his rear; sweat started pooling down Ralph's spine, gathering on his navel. The position was so humiliating and shameful, but he couldn't go back even if he tried to, and couldn't even consider it anymore, given how much Merridew was affecting him. "God, you're so beautiful." Merridew hoarsely muttered, kneading the soft, pale skin of his arse with a large hand, causing Ralph to shiver under his palm. "So beautiful, I would just fuck you all day, and torture you to hear you scream in pain and pleasure," Ralph jumped at feeling him lightly spread his cheeks, tremors engulfing him, but Merridew didn't do anything further. Just gave a light kiss on the skin of his lower back, before his palm suddenly smacked his bare arse, hard and precisely, making Ralph squeak.
The second slap came. Then the third. Then the forth. Ralph writhed and bawled under the pain, at the intensifying burning feeling in his arse cheeks. His hard cock painfully throbbed against his stomach, rubbing against Merridew's still clothed thigh, painting it slick with dribbling fluid. He moaned and whimpered with every blow, couldn't stand it anymore, as he thrashed upon Merridew's lap.
"I'm gonna come, Jack, I'm gonna-" He gasped out. Merridew slapped him again, the sound echoing in the room, and the fair boy choked and cried out when Merridew cupped his balls and squeezed.
"Don't come." He ordered harshly, sliding his fingers over Ralph's cock, and tightening his grip, which resulted in a tortured-sounding moan from Ralph. He barely held back from fucking into Merridew's hand. Just panted heavily and bit his lip, face twisted in agony.
"I'm going to have to punish you for using my name." Merridew spoke in a calculated tone. He hit Ralph's arse again while holding his length, and the other boy half-sobbed at the excruciating feeling.
"Don't-" Ralph struggled, as Merridew resumed his slapping, while tightly gripping his dick to stop him from coming. "Please," The fair boy cried out.
"Please what?" Merridew insisted, voice rough, slightly teasing. Another slap. Ralph wailed, desperate.
"Please, master," He begged. Merridew hit him on the top of his arse one last time, then slid his fingers down to touch Ralph's quivering hole, and the fair boy gasped. His hands clenched around Merridew's ankle at feeling him push his fingers inside and his cock almost exploded at the gratifying pain, but then Merridew's hand retreated. Ralph heard him fondle behind him with something, before he grabbed Ralph's waist and moved him with ease on the edge of the bed, in the same position; bottom in the air and chest resting on the bed.
Merridew licked a stripe down his back then, starting from between Ralph's shoulder blades and going lower, until he reached his anus, before circling the tight ring of muscle with his tongue, lapping at it, and the fair boy escaped muffled cries into the soft mattress. "Oh fuck, oh shit," His delirious chants resounded in the room, and Ralph went out of his mind at feeling Merridew's tongue there, right into his fucking arse; he attempted to push himself onto the other boy's mouth, but it was suddenly gone, and a discontented sound rumbled in Ralph's throat at the absence of something, anything in that particular place.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," Merridew warned, voice husky. Ralph heard him shuffle again behind, and he gasped when the other boy grabbed at his bruised, reddened skin, mercilessly prying his cheeks apart. His chest heaved, his limbs trembling in want and anticipation, and he instinctively pushed his bottom back again. He felt like it took too long.
"Just fucking do it already," Ralph jeered at him, slightly turning his head in maddening tension. He somewhat regretted speaking, because Merridew instantly stilled behind him. Ralph whined when the bastard intentionally delayed the act just to torment him, and he thought about turning and grabbing Merridew by the shirt to pull him inside of him, but Ralph didn't know how it was exactly supposed to be done. He couldn't take Merridew's body into his own. A hand brushed and clenched at the flesh of his abused arse, and he whimpered and squirmed.
"You're a kinky bastard, Foley, aren't you?" Merridew chuckled, mouth in Ralph's hair. "You like being strangled and spanked. What else would you like? Being tied and gagged, maybe? Or fucked raw, without any preparation? I have lube on my dick now, but what would be like if I filled you in dry, just my rough, dry cock into your arse? Would you like the pain?" Ralph groaned at the mental images, being halfway through his orgasm and already convulsing under him. He intended to move backward again, when Merridew pushed in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt.
It didn't take more than three, short thrusts for Ralph to come. Merridew didn't even have to touch him anymore, the fair boy just released at the mere sensation of having a hard cock filling him up so crudely. He tensed and arched into the bed, spilling more explosively than he could ever recall, his loud, raspy cries filling the room, before he collapsed against the sheets, messy and spent and sweaty. He continued escaping incoherent sounds at feeling Merridew fuck into him, hands aggressively clutching at Ralph's sides and mouth biting and growling into his shoulder, before he released into Ralph, not much later.
The room went still for one moment, as Merridew collapsed on Ralph's shivering back. All he could hear was their heavy panting filling the air. The silent movement of their heaving chests. Ralph flinched when Merridew softly nuzzled his neck, his chuckles vibrating into his skin.
"Bloody hell. I just fucked the golden boy." He shoved his hips to prove it, driving himself deeper into Ralph, and the fair boy quivered beneath him, still sensitive. He trailed his hand over Ralph's burning arse, earning another weak moan.
"Stop it." Ralph protested feebly. He tried to get up, but the heavy weight on his back made it impossible. He just moved a little without accomplishing anything, and Merridew chuckled once more, before pulling out. Ralph shivered at the sensation.
His first instinct was to dress as quickly as possible and be gone from that place. He tried to dash for his clothes, but he felt as if his whole body had been beaten. The comparison wasn't far-fetched, given what Merridew had just finished doing to him. He managed in pulling his jeans and shirt on though, and he was about to take his jacket as well, when a hand grabbed at his wrist and stopped his movement. The fair boy looked up to see Merridew's grave expression.
"This isn't the last time we do this, Foley." He commented, features severely contorted and icy eyes dangerously slanted. "It's a deal. And you know what will happen if you don't respect this deal." He brought his hand up to caress deceivingly at the fair boy's smooth face, and Ralph inhaled crisply. He stared back, crystal eyes slightly conflicted, but keen all the same.
"I'm aware of it." He rigidly replied. In spite of the great pleasure he'd got from having sex with Merridew, he still felt at unease in his presence. There was that vicious and malignant aura he had, especially when he morphed into the person that always sought to threaten and hurt. Not that he particularly hurt Ralph in any way, because there was absolutely no emotional appropriation between them. They just wanted to shag each other's brains out. But the threats still somewhat distressed him.
"Good." Merridew responded. "Oh, and I forgot to mention that you should mostly come in through the front door. Going through the back one would rise suspicion in my ever-so curious neighbors." He grinned sardonically and Ralph curled his mouth in discontentment at his own foolishness.
Merridew then released his wrist and Ralph instantly backed away from him. His initial desire to run as fast as he could from there was faded, but he still found his way out in heavy tension, trying to ignore the dismay that reared inside at the pact he'd just got himself in.