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Grayson splashed cold water over his face; he looked at himself in the dirty, cracked, mirror. He had goose bumps on his arms and he could feel his body hair standing on end. He smiled, he liked it, he liked it a lot, he wasn't gay, far from it he had a plethora of willing, young, female sexual partners, but this was different. He had inflicted the most pain, in the worst way he could think of. It made him feel so powerful; that he could dominate another man like that, and he did find Sam very attractive, but it was more than that, the way Sam screamed the first time Grayson pushed inside him, it had made Grayson harder that he could ever imagine. And after that he felt so in control every thrust he made caused Sam to moan and whimper, the very thought of it and Grayson was getting hard again. Grayson looked at his own handsome features in the mirror, he know what he could do that would push Sam over the edge.
When Grayson walked into the room, Sam didn't even move or look at him, Grayson saw that Sam had pulled his jeans back on, and he laughed, Sam filched, Grayson kneeled down next to Sam. You know Sam you put up a fight, but on some level I think you want this.
Sam turned and glared at him.
"Don't even try to fuck with my head. When I get out of here and I will, I'm going to kill you myself."
Grayson straddled Sam's lap, and unbuttoned his jeans, he gently slide a hand down Sam's pants and almost tenderly began to stroke Sam's dick.
Sam's voice was strained and desperate, "Stop what are you doing?"
Grayson continued to jack Sam off; he simultaneously started to kiss Sam's collarbone, neck, and ears. Sam shut his eyes and through his heads back.
"Please stop haven't you done enough?"
Grayson could feel Sam start to get hard. He smiled at Sam, "Told you that you like it."
Still stroking Sam's penis Grayson pulled Sam over on his back, and pulled his pants down all the way. Sam struggled, Grayson whispered his ear, "Don't worry Sammy I'm going to be gentle. Grayson pulled out a packet of lube from his jeans and lathered his rock hard dick, and carefully rubbed it in and around Sam's hole. He started to stroke Sam's penis harder and faster. Sam's breathing began to quicken, and his groans came in throaty half pants. Grayson slowly pushed inside Sam, he knew Sam was all torn up inside so he had to be carful, or the pain he would give him would override the pleasure. He needed Sam to come that would prove the extent of his control over Sam. Grayson slowly at first pulled out of Sam all the way and then pushed back in hitting Sam's prostate. Sam groaned, he was close to coming. Grayson pushed his dick in a couple of quick sallow times, than drove it up into Sam up to his balls. Sam's breaths were coming in heavy half puffs now. Grayson could feel his orgasm building too, after a few minutes the fire in his balls was almost painful he needed release, but he wanted to wait, for Sam. Grayson could tell Sam was trying hard to resist his physical reactions; finally he came in Grayson's hand, with a yell filled with shame and self-loathing. Grayson came so hard his vision went black for a few seconds. Then he slumped on top of Sam panting. He wiped sweat from his face, pulled out of Sam, and stood. Sam looked up at Grayson who was just standing over him. Without a word Grayson kicked Sam in the face, sending Sam into fresh biting pain. It felt like his jaw was broken. Sam tried to curl up into a ball but Grayson delivered another kick to Sam's ribs, he violently kicked Sam over and over. Sam could taste blood in his mouth, feel it coat his face. Finally it stopped, Sam couldn't move, he heard Grayson go back up the stairs.
"I'm leaving now Sam I'm going to get our brother…and kill him."
"NOOO!" Sam yelled after him, the effort ripping pain for his body. Grayson left slamming the door shut.