Moving with quiet determination, the man rolled Armin over onto his back, pinning him down with his sheer weight.
”What–no, stop!” Armin yelled, his eyes wide with instant terror.
“You said you will get me something to eat!
Remember?
Fine cuisine!” He reminded trying to distract him
”I know,” He mumbled, his breath hot and ragged.
“But I can’t help it.
I want to eat you before you get to eat .”
”Let me go!” Armin thrashed, but the man was too strong.
With a practiced move, he grabbed armin’s wrists and pinned them above his head.
He used the silk bow to tie them tightly.
”Stop moving.” Armin froze at the power his voice yielded.
He locked eyes with Armin, his thumb traced his lower lip.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Hovering there.
Teasing.
”No!
Please, don’t!” Armin’s voice cracked, tears already starting as he panicked.
But the man was beyond listening.
He looked down at the young face below him, the tears glistening in his eyes.
Something stirred in him, something that isn’t quite lust.
A warped, twisted sense of intimacy.
”It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice unexpectedly gentle.
“I will be gentle, Minmin.”
The words fell into the night, empty and hollow.
Armin thrashed harder, trying to kick the man away but he wouldn’t bulge.
He leaned down and kisses armin, a long, slow kiss.
Armin turned his head away, but he followed his mouth, forcing his tongue inside.
His hands roamed freely over armin’s body, not with force, but with a deliberate, possessive tenderness.
He kissed his chest, his stomach, his thighs the way he would touch a lover, not a stranger or an omega he bought from a brothel.
Armin moaned into his mouth, kissing him back.
Then he stopped and pulled back.
Lips just an inch away.
His breath ragged.
Armin moved forward.
Chased his lips.
Desperate to kiss him back.
Desperate to feel his mouth in him again.
He crashed his mouth onto Armin again.
Dominant.
Manly.
Bossy.
His tongue pushed in.
Claiming.
Teeth nipping his lower lip.
One hand fisted in his long hazel hair, tilting his head back.
The other slided from his hip to his ass.
Fondling hard.
Pulling the petite boy flush against him.
Their hardness grounded together.
His thick length rubbing Armin through the layers of his pant fabric.
The sound embarrassing but real.
And then he started thrashing again.
”Behave, Minmin,” he said.
Voice rough and strained.
”I want to hold you, I want to touch you too” Armin moaned.
”No.” He kissed his collarbone.
”Just feel it,” he breathe against Armin’s lips.
“It can be good if you Let me take of you.” He entered him, slowly, with none of the brutal haste of the first time.
This was a lover’s pace.
Armin gasped, a sob caught in his throat.
He tries to scrambled away, but his tied arms and his captor’s weight pin him in place.
It felt like he was being split open.
The deep, burning fullness took over every single nerve ending.
“Wait…
it’s too big.
Stop.” He instinctively tightened up, resisting a little and trying to pull forward to escape the pressure
”Shh,” he murmured right into his ear, his breath hot and steady.
“Relax for me.
Just take a deep breath and let it happen.”
Armin let out a loud, sharp moan, his fingers clawing desperately into the bedsheets as he got stretched wider.
The man paused for a moment, letting his length sit inside armin while his body adapted to the stretch.
Once he was fully buried, he grabbed his chin, his grip unyielding, and pulled it upward.
“Look at me,” Armin forced his lust-filled eyes to look up at him and saw the man was looking down at him with pure, predatory dominance.
”Whose boy are you?” he demanded, his hips giving a sudden, heavy thrust that made Armin gasp.
“Tell me.
Call me daddy.”
”I’m…
I’m yours, daddy,” Armin cried out, his voice high and trembling with lust.
“I’m all yours, daddy.
Please.”
Hearing that, daddy began to move in earnest.
He kept the pace slow and rhythmic.
Almost punishing, each deliberate, heavy drive slamming his hips flush against the lust filled boy.
The sound of his skin slapping against his cheeks filled the dim room.
The clapping was incredibly loud, echoing off the bare walls.
”You feel so good,” he groaned, and kisses armin’s neck, his shoulder, any part of him he can reach.
“You are so beautiful.”
He fucked like he kissed, Armin thought.
Relentless and controlling.
Every stroke of his tongue making him harder.
Wetter.
Spills probably staining his shaft already.
The minutes drag on.
Daddy made love to him, passionate and relentless, whispering sweet nothings into his ears.
The intensity was too much.
His own member pointed at his cherry popper, dripping wet and entirely untouched, but the intense, rhythmic penetration from his size was driving him completely over the edge.
He didn’t even need any hands on his dick.
He wrapped the flushed boy into his arms.
“You can take it hard?” His eyes gazed into armin’s eyes, searching.
Armin shook his head sideways.
The sound of clapping skin and the raw kisses only made Armin wilder.
He couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Every time he hit that deep spot against his prostate, a jolt of electricity shot through him, and he started moaning loud—almost screaming into the dark room, his voice horny and wet.
“Daddy, please, I’m going to spill!”
”Cum for me, Minmin,” he growled, his pace picking up, his hands locking onto Armin’s hips to anchor him for the final, heavy drives.
With one final, deep, agonizingly perfect thrust, Armin’s body convulsed.
A breathless cry tearing from his throat as his walls clamped down tight around the man.
That sudden, intense squeeze broke his daddy.
His entire body went rigid, his fingers digging, bruising into Armin’s hips as he let out a deep, primal roar bitting into the crook of his neck.
Finally, with a muffled moan, he finds his release, spilling himself inside Armin.
At the same moment, he feels Armin’s body jerk, hears his gasp, and feels the warm spill between their bodies.
He collapsed heavily on top of Armin for a long moment, both of them breathing in sync, the heat between them intense.
When he finally slide out, the sudden absence felt staggering.
He gave Armin one last lingering kiss on the lips.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the question feeling entirely absurd even as he said it.
Silence…
Then the sobs started.
Soft whimpers quickly escalated into loud, muffled wailing.
The sound echoed off the walls of the room, a primal scream of deep betrayal.
His body, betrayed by its own involuntary responses, had culminated alongside his rapist’s.
He held Armin close while the younger man sobbed, spooning his body around Armin’s trembling frame.
Reaching down, he finally cut the red silk bow.
Armin’s arms fell limply to his sides, the skin beneath where the fabric had been tied remaining raw and red.
Immediately, Armin scrambled away, scooting backward until his spine hit the bedframe.
He pulled his knees tightly to his chest, rocking back and forth as he continued to sob.
“Minmin, calm down…” He reached out a hand to soothe him, but Armin flinched away as if struck.
“Get away from me!” Armin howled, pulling his knees even tighter against his torso.
“Don’t touch me!
Never touch me again!”
”Alright,” the man said quietly, stepping back completely to give him space.
“I will get you something to eat.” He paused at the door, glanced back at Armin with visible concern before sighing quietly and slipping out.
Twenty minutes later, he returned balancing a heavy tray with sliced medium-rare steak, pasta, and a rich glass of red wine.
Finding Armin dozing off, he set the tray gently on the bed and retreated to the bathroom to wash up.
Armin woke up moments later feeling incredibly sore and ravenous.
He stretched his arms above his head and yawned like a tired kid, his eyes quickly locking onto the unexpected feast.
The man was nowhere to be seen.
Completely forgetting the trauma of what had happened, Armin picked up the fork, stabbed a warm piece of steak and shoved it into his mouth.
It tasted juicy.
He devoured the entire meal greedily, dropping the fork only to reach for the wine.
He had never tasted wine before; his usual escape was an occasional bottle of beer whenever he felt emotionally drained.
To his surprise, it tasted remarkably good.
Swirling the dark liquid, Armin suddenly noticed a fresh bandaid neatly covering the painful bruise from his fall.
A small smile crept onto his lips at the surprisingly gentle gesture.
Leaving the glass behind, he limped in pain into the bathroom for a long, warm shower.
He emerged to realize he had no clothes to wear except for a red silk bow.
He stepped into the massive ensuite wardrobe and found it packed with luxury suits, tuxedos, and casual wear—but everything was far too large for him.
He dug through a deep drawer, he found a fresh packet of briefs.
He pulled a pair on, grabbed the smallest oversized white t-shirt he could find, and skipped the trousers entirely, knowing they would just slip off his waist.
Armin limped back to the bedroom, sank into the mattress, and took another slow sip of wine.
But just as he closed his eyes and leaned against the headboard to relax, the door violently burst open.
Two huge, menacing men—the same ones who had ruthlessly held him down for punishment—marched into the room.
Panic spiked through Armin’s veins as he stared past them toward the open hallway.
His daddy was not with them.