NotWhatHeSeems8

*Josh�s Point-Of-View*

I was just setting the room service I had ordered for Lance and I onto the table when there was a knock at the door. I put down the food and moved slowly over to the door, preparing myself for what I was going to do. I smiled softly at Lance as I opened the door and invited him inside.

I watched as he looked around the room, obviously surprised to see the candles I�d randomly placed and the dinner on the table. �Did you have a date tonight?� Lance asked, confused.

�If you�re my date, then yes. If not, no. Did you already have dinner?� I asked him, pretending to be a little nervous.

He sensed it and I could tell that he felt bad. Good. �No, no, I was just surprised that you�d do this for me,� he said honestly.

�Well, I thought it would be nice,� I told him, leading him to the table where an assortment of pasta and salad sat.

�It is nice,� he responded, sitting down across from me.

We ate in silence, thoroughly enjoying the wonderful food that I�d ordered. After we were finished, we cleared our dishes and moved to the couch. I sat down and Lance followed suit, sitting down next to me. I smiled at him before saying, �I wanted to talk to you about something, Lance.�

�Ok. I also need to tell you something,� Lance told me.

I almost rolled my eyes. What I was going to say *had* to be more important than what he was. �Me first,� I said.

�All right,� he agreed before looking at me expectantly.

�Over the past, well, month, I�ve noticed you staring at me. I know you want me,� I started, watching for his reaction. He started to say something, but I stopped him. �Wait, let me finish. I think we could work well together. The sex would be so hot,� I purred into his ear. I moved my hand so it was hovering above his crotch and felt him shift awkwardly beneath me.

�Josh,� he started to protest, but I interrupted him.

�Can�t we just-� I began, but he interrupted me.

�Wait, I need to tell you something,� Lance said nervously.

�Ok,� I agreed, waiting for him to tell me. �This better be good,� I thought, �I want to get to the real reason he�s here tonight.�

�I am with Justin now,� he admitted simply.

�You�re WHAT?� I yelled, obviously shocked.

�Justin and I are a couple now, so I can�t be with you,� he told me.

�Wait, did he just reject me?� I asked myself. �That�s NOT ok.� I covered up my shock by saying, �since when?�

�Today,� he answered, trying to read my eyes.

�You want to know what I�m thinking?� I asked him.

�Yes,� he replied, looking really nervous suddenly.

�I think you are a stupid little queer who played with me,� I told him honestly.

His eyes widened in shock. �Wha-� he started, but I didn�t let him finish.

�I just admitted my feelings to you and then you go and tell me about you and Justin. Damn you, Lance, that was so selfish! How could you do this to me?� I yelled, pushing him away from me.

�I, I�m sorry, Josh,� Lance apologized, but I wasn�t having it.

�No, you be quiet. I don�t even think I can look at you right now,� I told him, smirking when I turned away from him. Everything was going perfectly.

�I�m sorry, please forgive me,� Lance begged, moving towards me.

�You want me to forgive you?� I asked him, turning around.

�Yes,� Lance whispered, not sure what to do.

�Fine, but no more words, Lance, just touch,� I demanded, pushing him down on his back and climbing on top of him.

�But Josh-� he said squirming beneath me.

�Shhhh, baby,� I whispered to him, trying to keep him quiet. If I got caught because he was whining too loudly, I was going to be really pissed.

�No, Josh, stop,� Lance protested, trying to push me off him.

�Shut up, you stupid fag,� I snapped at him, grabbing the scarf I�d placed on the table and tying it around his mouth. No way would he stop me from getting my revenge.

Lance�s eyes filled with fear as he realized what was happening. He pushed and swung his arms around at me, but it just made me madder. I slapped him hard, and he stopped thrashing around, cringing in pain.

�If you don�t want me to hurt you badly, you better behave,� I warned him, my voice cold.

He just whimpered in response. I sneered at him before ripping his shirt off him and swirling my tongue around his nipples. I was quickly bored with that, so I unzipped his jeans and tugged them off, bringing his boxers with them.

I smirked at what I saw. He was protesting and whimpering, but his body couldn�t lie. He wanted me. And that just made me angry. I nibbled at his thighs, biting hard in some places. I laughed evilly as I realized that I�d leave marks. I teased Lance by brushing my fingers over his cock.

By this time, he had his eyes squeezed shut, tears pouring out from under the closed lids. I almost felt bad for the fag. Almost. I flipped him over harshly, shoving three fingers into his tight hole. He yelled out, well, as much as he could yell with the scarf covering his mouth.

I pulled my fingers out and shoved my hard cock into his hole, with no warning at all. I heard him cry in pain through the scarf. I loved the sound of flesh-on-flesh. Yes, he was going to regret the day he started to think about me. He was going to hate himself for even imaging that I would want him.

As I pounded into him harder, and harder, I could feel the skin rip and tear. It made me smile. He was going to remember his punishment for a long time to come. And seeing me every day was just going to make it worse for him. �Good,� I thought, �worse is better.�

I came minutes later, collapsing on top of him. After resting for a minute, I stood up and went into the bathroom to clean myself up, disgusting that his cum was on my body. When I was finished, I made my way back into the bedroom. I untied Lance�s mouth and looked him straight in the eyes. �If you tell anyone about this, I�ll kill you, got it?� I told him.

He nodded, his eyes showing the fright he was feeling.

�Good. Now I�m leaving. Clean yourself up and be gone before I get back. I don�t care what you tell Justin when you go back you your room, just don�t mention me,� I ordered, stomping out of the room and slamming the door.