Dante reached the area a couple tents below. Some large tents, almost as big as a living room. Dante had called similar structures home in the past, during the days he was running from demons. He looked around, inspecting people he saw. Suddenly, a young man exited a nearby tent and his eyes immediately locked onto Dante's. The man smiled, and Dante approached him.
"Hey handsome", the young man called.
Without uttering a word, Dante pushed the man back inside the tent, and followed behind. Both men were on their knees when Dante started unbuckling the other man's belt.
"Name's Connor", the man introduced.
"Don't care", Dante replied.
"Ok, down to business I guess", Connor replied. "I hope you got money", he added.
Dante finished unbuckling Connor's belt, and lowered his jeans. From inside his boxers, a big cock was seen. About eight inches, Dante took it out and started stroking it before he went down on it.
As Dante sucked him, Connor let out groans of pleasure. When he was fully erect, Dante stopped and stood on his knees again. He turned around and stood on all fours. Then he lowered his jeans, just enough that only his ass was visible.
"Fuck me", Dante ordered. Connor caressed Dante's ass before spitting on his hand.
"No saliva", Dante interupted. "Go in raw".
"That would hurt too much", Connor protested.
"Show me how hard you can fuck", Dante insisted. "I won't ask twice".
Connor positioned his cock on Dante's hole and pushed softly. Dante pushed back until the tip of Connor's cock was inside of him. Dante groaned in pain, but ordered Connor to keep going.
"Fuck me hard", he commanded as he left a hundred dollars on his side. "Don't stop no matter what".
"As you wish", Connor complied at the sight of money. He pushed harder, and found himself all inside Dante. Dante let out a loud groan, but Connor dismissed it, as he was told. He felt a gret pleasure fucking this utterly hot young man, and decided to give it his all.
He grabbed Dante by the arms, and brought them on his waist. Dante was still on his knees, and his face was touching the mat. Connor grabbed both of Dante's hands, keeping them on his waist, and with his other hand he grabbed Dante's hair.
"You like that bitch?", Connor whispered in Dante's ear as he thrust inside him. Dante didn't answer, sunk into the pain and familiar feeling he was getting.
Dante closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of pain and submission. In a moment of deja vu, he remembered being inside Jake's apartment for the first time, back when he wen there willingly. When he accepted to be fucked for money. His first time. With the man who would later mess him for good.
Dante remembered the pain he first felt when his virgin asshole received Jake's cock. But soon, the pain was replaced with a feeling of enjoyment. Dante was feeling that now too. He was relaxed, and Connor thrusting inside him filled him with pleasure. Each thrust bringing him closer to bliss. He couldn't hold it any longer. Even though he hadn't even touched his cock, he came.
Dante opened his eyes, only to find him laying on top of his cum, still being fucked by Connor. His thoughts changed to something more sinister. He now remembered being fucked by Jake again, but this time, it wasn't willingly. This time, he was tied up in his torture chamber, and couldn't feel his body from his waist down.
Connor suddenly picked up his pace and started breathing deeply. Warm cum filled Dante's ass, and the young human laid on top of the nephilim.
Dante still felt Jake inside of him. Numb, hurt and disgraced, he felt the hopelessness of the torture chamber once again.
"Liked it?", Connor asked as he hugged Dante.
In a moment of rage, Dante elbowed him, breaking his nose. Connor fell back, blood coming out of his nose and mouth. He felt dizzy and landed on the floor.
Dante was still at a loss. Images of his torture came to his mind. In front of his eyes, he could see Jake pushing into his eyes, popping them open. Between his madness, he locked eyes with Connor.
"Dude, chill, I am not gonna hurt you", Connor begged.
But in vain. Lost in his mad thoughts, still feeling threatened, Dante grabbed Connor form his throat and picked him up. Connor begged and tried to stop him, but there is no point trying to stop a nephilim. Dante's madness was so strong that Limbo started manifesting around them. Connor was at a loss, having never seen something like this.
And then Dante punched him, forcing him on the ground once again. He fell on his back, and Dante immediately climbed on top of him. Mistaking him for Jake, Dante grabbed his head and slammed it on the floor repeatedly.
Connor protested until a loud crack was heard. Dante continued slamming him for a while, until he realized what had happened. Confused and still lost, he got up, took a look on Connor's lifeless body as well as his surroundings, and started running away, in the lonely roads of Limbo.
Ok, this is a little small chapter, I know. But the story will pick up from this point onward. Ours characters won't be all about suffering and having sex (or rape) from now on. Please leave a review if you like it. They really keep me going. Until next time :)
