#vixfix

“I wanna try,” Quinn said.”

“Quinn wasn’t much use like this, and he preferred it this way. He could tell himself he was pinned and he wasn’t an active participant. He was even crying now, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor. He was fairly sure one rolled off his nose and onto Brock’s throbbing cock.”

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked slowly. He tugged at his arms again, but they were secured to the headboard, and he wasn’t going anywhere. He tried to kick, but Brock grabbed his legs.”

“The third time Quinn had a flashback during a scene, he knew he had to do something. Brock was pushing him to get therapy, and he was getting sick of dealing with his own brain. He was getting sick of his own skin, which didn’t even feel like his own. He’d had a lot of hang-ups with starting therapy, like the fact that he would have to talk about things he’d never told anyone. He’d be opening up to a complete stranger, and some of the things he’d been through were so humiliating he’d rather not even think about it. And deep down, he knew he’d have to put a name to the things he’d been through, and then he’d have to deal with it.”

He wanted to push through it for Brock. All he had to do was the only thing he was good for. He didn’t have to move, didn’t even have to touch Brock. The only thing he had to worry about was making Brock cum.”

“Brock’s lips were on his, demanding every bit of his attention and submission. He wanted Brock to throw him flat on his face and take him in every way possible. Wanted Brock to hit him so hard he was seeing stars.”

He had Quinn shoved against the wall, one arm against the wall beside Quinn’s head and the other gripping Quinn’s arms harshly. Hard enough to leave bruises, hard enough for the skin his fingers were digging into to turn white.”

“Brock stopped. He felt sick all of a sudden, dazed. Like he’d been hit in the head. The noise kept playing in his head, and he couldn’t help but imagine Quinn actually screaming, writhing in pain, and trying to get away from him. Being the same as all the other doms that had hurt Quinn. His hands were shaking now, and he put down the paddle.”