rafael bites

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we were alone in my room, late at night. he came to me, as always. maybe he really liked my company, but I think more likely he just didn't have a choice: none else wanted to be around him. yeah, my favourite loserboy was a total outcast.

– "Do you take any drugs , T.?" I asked him suddenly

– "Um.. why you're asking?" his reaction quickly changed under my gaze "Yeah yeah..I do. Just sometimes"

He picked up his backpack and showed a small plastic bag with white powder inside

– "Take it." – I demanded, emotionless on purpose. I knew my cold tone was making the order seem more serious for him, when in reality it all was nothing but funny to me.

he hesitated for just a few seconds and then quickly did what he was told. he was surprisingly quick and a thought creeped into my head that he might have lied to me about using it 'just sometimes'.

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when the effect finally showed up, I effortlessly slipped my hands under his clothes and started undressing him. not like he would resist me sober, but the way he was looking at me with those confused eyes and embarrassed face expression made me want to hurt him more than anyone in this world and at the same time give him so much love none else could.

– "Please, don't.."

– "Shut up."

He buried his face in my shoulder with a sad sigh and didn't try to argue anymore. I made him take some more drugs as a reward or as a punishment, who knows? definitely not T., who wasn't able to articulate any thoughts into speech at that point.

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T. didn't even understand what was happening when I approached him, laying on the bed, and started it. he looked at me surprised and upset at slight pain in the beginning but I covered his mouth with my hand; he couldn't do much else and gave up pretty quickly.

however, T. seemed to get a little more awake and aware of his surroundings pretty soon, when it became pleasant for him too. he forgot his sadness and previous refusal and fully gave in, even smiling at me a little. I couldn't him but torture him a little more though: I pulled it out when he was close to finish. T. looked shocked and offended

– "I don't think you deserve it yet, darling."

– "I hate you..." he said, tears filling his eyes. was it the drugs, forced sex or perhaps both making him emotional? I didn't know but enjoyed it nonetheless

– "oh T., I fear there might be some consequences for saying that.."