Entrapped By My Professor

Reece clutched at his trousers, not willing to part with the only few clothes left on him. This ought to be a cool night outing, and here he was struggling to keep another off him. The stranger leaned forward for a kiss, but Reece turned away, making his cold lips land on his soft, rosy cheeks. 

The mysterious stranger could not tell if the boy was blushing from the alcohol effect or the drugs in his system, but either way, he was happy to see those soft cheeks stare at him, fright visible in his pleading eyes.

 He smirked, slapping the boy right across the face. The pain sent Reece into a frenzy mood, his legs giving way, letting him fall to the cold floor hard and painfully. 

He wanted to say stop, he wanted nothing but to scream that one word in his face as many times as he could, but his words wouldn't come out, and his mind was nothing less than a jigsaw puzzle.

 His vision spins as the stranger drags him by his hair, forcing him back on his feet. Reece felt a heart-wrenching pain strike across his head right down to his legs; he could not keep to his feet as he kept stumbling, with the mysterious dragging him to the devil knows where. His vision was blurry and dark; he could barely see a thing or make out a clear description of anything. 

He felt his body tossed, and as he braced himself for yet another wave of pain, nothing came as his back made contact with the soft mattress. He tried sitting up, and there came a hard punch to his stomach, making him curl in pain and agony. 

“You will be a good boy,” a cold voice whispered into his ears, kissing his earlobe slowly and sensually. Reece had not hoped or wished to have his first time be terrible. 

He was only 18, and today being his 18th birthday, he had wanted to do something different from the ritual birthday party his friends held for him and the swimming contest they held in his honor. But now he preferred the lame activities to whatever was happening to him. 

Birthdays, they say, are the day you cry the most. He had heard of such, but never had he imagined it would be this painful. He hears the fabric of his pants tie and the cold breeze waving at his long, slender legs. Long hands running all over him.

 Reece silently let him have his way; his entire being was in pain, and one wrong move meant even more pain. The unbuckling sound of a belt hitting the ground had his nerves up; he tried opening his eyes, but his body felt so foreign and unresponsive to his commands. Reece flinched, feeling something around his rim.

 “This is not happening,” Reece thought, but unlike the nightmare he desperately wanted it to be, it was his reality. He was straight; he had always fancied girls and never thought he would be the one to be bent over. 

He never ventured into kinky habits and thoughts, but here he was lying beneath a man who was ready to devour every inch of his body like a freshly baked vanilla iced cake. 

Reece suddenly moved when he felt a foreign object inserted into him; before he could make out what was happening, a second finger was added, making him yell in pain and toss around trying to get rid of the hands buried deep within him. 

“You won't want to see the beast in me,” the voice above him cautioned, but Reece was far past that.

 This was the beast, and he was not waiting to see more of it, but as luck would have it, his eyes were too weak and tired to open, let alone his body making a run from this impending doom. 

With both of his hands pinned hard on the mattress for better access, Reece let out a heart-wrenching scream. This was foreign to his body, but he could not make a run for it because his lower body was pinned below the mysterious muscular man. He kept screaming, but the worst was yet to come. 

Reece let out a sigh of relief when the man above him stopped moving his hands within him and took them out, but there came a dying scream when his length was thrust deep into him. 

He could feel every muscle in his lower region tear and break, but this did not stop the devil on top of him; even the blood staining the sheets did not make a difference.

 He kept thrusting and picking up his pace with time; Reece could not think or concentrate on anything as the unbearable pain his body was passing through. 

Reece tries kicking off the mysterious man, but his body is giving up on him; he lost track of time and the zone between unconsciousness. Every time he came by, the pain was unbearable, and his attacker was nowhere near getting done; his tears kept falling even in his state of unconsciousness.

 Reece could see death fast approaching as his body relaxed and everything went black once again. The man above slaps the boy beneath him, but unlike other times when he will come back, he gets no response. 

He blacked out completely, and this was no fun for him, but he cares less. He was too close to stop nor to wake the boy up, he kept thrusting in and harder with each time. Getting to his climax, he cries out in ecstasy, watching stars sparkle before his eyes. 

When he was done, he took another glance at the fragile boy now filled with his marks of ownership. He caressed his soft, tear-stained cheeks, carefully kissing both sides. 

He repeats the same ritual on every other part of his skin, and every touch makes him want even more of the cute boy. Kissing his soft, bloodstained lips, he whispered into his ears.

  “You should know I love it when you fight me and pretend not to want it.”