Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rough Mercy: A Collection Of Gay Dark Eroticas : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 17

“That's not—”“That's what everyone thinks. My brother, my friends, and now, you,” Kael choked out, more tears following the first. He cried silently, his shoulders shaking. “No one will ever want me like this. I know I'm not as beautiful as James, and can never be. He has it all, while I'm stuck with nothing!” The tears rolled down freely on his cheeks, and he didn't even wipe them off.The sight of him crying shattered Ethan's last resistance. The guilt was still there, cold and heavy, but it was suddenly outweighed by a hotter, more urgent need, the need to comfort, to provide, and to be the one who showed him he wasn't wrong.Ethan turned fully. He reached out, his thumb brushing the wetness from Kael's cheek. Kael flinched at the touch, then leaned into it, his eyes closing.“You're not disgusting,” Ethan murmured, his voice thick.Kael opened his eyes. They were glassy and desperate. “Then show me.”Ethan's gaze dropped to the condom on the sheet. His heart hammered against his

The chair was cold and slick under Richy’s bare thighs. He’d changed into the paper gown in the little room. The gown was tied in the front, but the back consists of two flaps that don’t meet, leaving him exposed from the waist down. He kept his hands pressed flat on his knees to stop them from shaking. The air smelled of antiseptic and something else, something sterile and metallic that coated the back of his throat.Every other man in the waiting room stared at the floor or at their phones, their faces blank as each got lost in their thoughts, in a world that had no concern for those around them. Richy’s knee bounced against the polished tiles, and he bit his lower lip.His eyes occasionally darted to the door, waiting for his name to be called. He didn't have to wait for long, unlike the others.“Richard MacMillan?” A nurse's voice called out and Richy’s mouth went dry. He stood, thankful his legs didn't give away. Swallowing, he followed her down a short, bright hallway, his socke

The doctor fucked him through it, his pace turning frantic. “Take it,” he snarled, his control shattering. “Take all of it. You wanted this. You wanted to be filled.”With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the root and went rigid. Richy felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside him, a flood of wet heat that marked his violation as complete. Dr Stanley groaned, his body shuddering against Richy’s.He stayed there, panting, his cock still lodged inside, dripping into Richy. The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged breathing and the drip of fluids onto the floor.Slowly, he pulled out and Richy collapsed onto the table, spent and shattered, his face wet with tears and spit.Dr Stanley stepped back and Richy heard the soft rustle of clothing and the zip of a fly. When he spoke again, his voice had smoothed back into its professional baritone, calm and detached.“The exam is complete, Mr Maxmillan. Your prostate works well, and you don't have a tear in there. You ma

“He said I came like a slut,” Richy gasped, the words tearing out of him, "For my doctor.”“And then he filled you.” Jax leaned in, his breath hot on Richy’s wet flesh. “He came inside my boyfriend.”“Yes.”“Did you feel it?” Jax’s tongue darted out to trace a path through the sticky evidence on Richy’s inner thigh, and he cried out. “Did you feel his come pumping into you?”“It was hot,” Richy babbled, getting fuelled on by his boyfriend's excitement. He didn't expect such a reception from him, even though he knew Jax bloody liked him.“So hot. I felt him throbbing inside me. He groaned and called me his perfect patient.” He was adding his to the mix, just to get the mood going. He was freaking feeding on Jax's feelings.Jax rose on his knees. “He marked what’s mine," he whispered, feeling freaking aroused..He hooked his hands under Richy’s knees, pushed them up and apart as he spread him wider on the hard floor. The position was brutally exposing. It reminded Richy so much of what