Hurt My Knee

For as long as Julia remembered, her brother has always seemed tough and mad to the rest of the world, but she knew the truth. She felt how scared, how sad he was all the time, especially late at night, or when he was alone with their mother. Sometimes she would be overcome with an overwhelming terror or paranoia, the emotion buzzing through her body, startling her awake at night. She knew this wasn’t her emotion. She knew her brother was still trapped in that evil house.

Andrew always felt what Julia felt, at least to some extent. Always knew when she was hurt or getting sick, it was just this weird sensation that covered the affected area, like a ghost grazing over his skin. Even when they were miles apart and hadnt seen each other in years, he still felt it. Felt the eerie pinch of a phantom needle slip under his skin before his mind became enveloped with a distant static - not enough to truly alter him, but enough that he knew it was there, like the small aftershocks of a migraine.

He brings it up during week 2, probably way too early for most people but it’s typical for him. He scared the shit out of Dennis when he sat them down for a serious conversation, the kids eyes darting all over the place and shifting uncomfortably on the couch. When the question was out in the open, as gently as anyone can say “can i fuck you raw and come in you?”, Dennis visibly deflated, a sigh of relief followed by a chuckle, asking “is that all?”

They fuck that night, Robby opening Dennis up with his spit as he pressed his intern chest down against the kitchen island, far more brutal than he would usually have done, eager to fuck him. Dennis didn’t seem to mind, the way he was moaning and drooling against the marble, pushing his ass back against Robby’s hand, desperate for more.

When he had been opened up enough, Robby teased the head of his cock around that tight hole, chuckling lightly as Dennis whined, desperate for it. His cock was already leaking precum as he wetted it with another glob of spit, wetting it up with a groan before finally pushing in.

The vision of Dennis pierced on his rubber-less dick was something he wanted forever, he wanted that barrier-less feeling of Dennis’s warmth pulsing and clenching around him, and he swore Dennis was moaning louder as he bottomed out. He took a moment to catch his breath, hands grazing the moles that spotted the pale back spread out before him.

Dennis let out another pathetic whine, beginning to rock against Robby as much as he was able. After a harsh slap to his ass that had the kid yelping, Robby was pounding into him.

The drag of his dick against Dennis’ walls was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. The friction without a barrier was something Robby had and would always love, and having Dennis moaning wetly beneath him, watching his freckled back shift as his muscles adapted to the pleasure, feeling him squeeze around him every time he hit that spot. Fuck, Robby didn’t know if he could go back.

He knew Dennis was gonna cum by his writhing, squirming, legs practically flailing, slipping on the tiled floor as he sobbed. Robby squeezed his hips harshly, forcing him to keep still, pushing him down into the counter. The kid was practically screaming by the time he finally came a few seconds later, spend dripping down to the floor (Robby would get him to clean it up later), groans continuing to fall from his mouth as Robby continued to pound into his hole as he tightened around him.

As the coil twisting low in his stomach finally broke, Robby cried out, falling forward onto Dennis’s sweaty back, breath heavy as he licked and nipped at the soft skin there. He could feel Dennis’s whines and moans beneath him.

He was softening already by the time he started to pull out, working slowly, admiring Dennis’s stretched out hole, delighting in his whines. The pretty sound he made, a cry of despair and relief, once Robby had pulled out entirely would be permanently engraved in his mind, as would the sight of his cum slowly spilling out of his ass. Robby leant forward, spreading Dennis’s cheeks further apart, watching eagerly as he dripped out more. He couldn’t help but get a taste.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Dennis sobbed again, legs fully giving out, relying on Robby’s steadying hands to keep him propped up against the counter. He’d have to take good care of his boy tonight.