Title: Kiss
Started: May 18
Finished: May 18
"Ex-Excuse me?!" The jaded cat eyes of the small pale 16-year-old stared at the kneeling man before him. The thick, deep voice of the raven-haired man before him stunned the boy. Could his ears really have heard what they had? Falling to his knees in the plush, white carpet, Kaiyn vigorously shook his head.
"N-No... Please, d-don�t�I-" He was interrupted as the man placed a finger to his bruised lips, silencing his panicking voice. Sad, pristine blue eyes stared deeply into the left visible eye of the beautiful boy; the boy's right eye was hidden behind strands of honey brown. Taking his finger from the boy's mouth, the man softly grazed his hand over the hair, removing it from the boy's face. Now the two were staring at one another with both eyes; One full of deep, blue sorrow, the other with rising green fear. Running his large hand through the
boy's soft mass of hair, a sigh escaped his lips. Just touching this creature felt like heaven. The pale beauty tensed as he felt the man's hand roaming his hair, his eyes staring fearfully into the blue pools of angst. Breathing a bit irrationally, he slowly pulled away, shaking his head.
"No, please..." The trembling in his voice rose as the man sighed heavily and wrapped his strong arms about the weak form in front of him. Burying his head into the boy�s hair, he inhaled deeply.
"I'm sorry..." Tightening the hug, he whispered again, "I really did enjoy your company though... I just regret that I have to take you like this. But it can�t be helped� I love you too much not to do this." A choked sob escaped the boy as he felt a hand tighten around his throat and shove him face first into the
carpet. Twisting in the man's grip, his muffled pleas could not be heard.Thrashing, pain entered his lungs for needed air. His eyes fluttered against the snowy white threads of the carpet as blackness entered him and his body fell limp.
The man, upon feeling the boy's body still, quickly turned him over. The bruised lips opened as air was immediately sucked in and shoved out. The man sat on his haunches while his eyes trailed down to the boy's heaving chest, which was rising and falling against the thin, black cloth. Closing his eyes, he placed a
hand upon his forehead and prayed to God to forgive him as he moved forward and let his lips touch the slice of abused heaven before him. Parting slowly from the kiss, he found his breathing to be a bit shallow and his
heart pounding. Was this what love was really about? Many a times, the man had taken a woman or a man into the bed and lay with them, but never did his heart flutter as it was now. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to taste the bliss once more, straddling the unconscious boy�s hips as his hands skimmed the boy�s rising and falling chest, able to finger the nipples through the soft fabric. This time, the kiss lasted much longer as the man soon found his hips working by themselves, grinding into the boy�s crotch a bit roughly. Holding back a moan as tense pleasure began to build up inside of him, he detached the brim of his upper lip from the boy�s, though his bottom half still resting against the bruised skin light enough to send shivers up and down his bare back. Sitting on top of the boy�s crotch, his back arched as his own left hand pressed against his hardening member. Looking down once more at the boy, he could feel his animalistic instincts take over as the thin shirt the boy wore was soon ripped off. Pressing his lips brutally against the bruised lips, he began to grind
rougher, his breathing becoming more audible as pleasure rippled throughout his body. Almost panting, he sat up and undid his jeans, throwing them off before looking back down at his prey. The boy was only allowed to wear an excessively long shirt and that piece of clothing didn�t last long. Now completely naked, he
took a moment to take in the boy�s form in an attempt to control his unnatural sex drive.
Though skinny, the boy had somehow attained a rather well built figure. Reaching out his trembling fingers, the man brushed his tips against the waves of the soft skin. The fingertips caressed the boy�s nipples before slowly moving down along his side. Curving towards the belly button, the man�s fingers stopped at the tip of a scar only a few inches below the belly button. Staring at the scar, he knew that no normal human could have survived the operation this boy had been through. Taking the roaming hand, he forced the boy�s legs open to reveal his complete secret. Closing his blue eyes, the man trailed his finger across the scar, which was all that was left of the castration. Going down and into the warmth of the boy�s legs, his fingers stopped at the entrance of the cruelly implanted vagina. The project was known as �Womanizing� and this boy was the
only victim of it.
Opening his eyes, the man slowly slid his fingers into the opening. He watched as the boy stirred slightly. He knew the boy wouldn�t stay unconscious forever� How unfortunate. Positioning himself over the boy�s body, he began to grind against him, feeling the strained pleasure infest his member once again. The mere touch of his penis against the boy�s warm thighs forced the man�s breath to intake sharply as his hands wrapped themselves around the boy. Holding the pale figure close to him, he grated against the boy harder and faster, his eyes
tightly closed as his gritted teeth did all but hold back his moans of intense pleasure. The boy�s figure began to twitch. He was slowly coming back to life. Sweating profusely by now, the man entered the makeshift vagina. His hands immediately clasped into fists as he bit down hard on the boy�s shoulders at the sudden shock. Tasting the bitter blood in his mouth, he cried out as furious desire filled his entire being with numbness. The muscles of the vagina seemed to have welcomed him and began to work against his hardened member. This created an entirely new friction, and he absolutely loved it.
Woefully, at this time the boy began to feel pain. Vehement agony consumed his being as his eyes widened and pupils dilated into small slits. His mouth opened as he screamed innocently. This only urged the man to push harder, faster. His loud moans joined in the boy�s screams to create a haunting duo of torment and sensuality. The man�s cries of desire heightened as he climaxed. Shaking violently, he held the boy�s left upper arm so tightly, that the bone broke. Now having a new addition to the pain, the boy was only forced to scream in utter
torture. Heaving, the man exited the boy quickly, leaving a creamy, gray trail that quickly lazed itself upon the carpet. Lying against the trembling and still screaming boy�s chest, the man could do nothing but pant. He knew his second wind would come up soon and silently waited for it.
The boy�s screaming finally died down as his tears trickled down his face. He was sobbing. His hands would have covered his face, but the man�s weight was upon them and the boy had no strength to lift it. Trembling aggressively, the boy�s pained face stared at the ceiling while pain engulfed his lower half. It felt as if it were on fire, as if a thousand needles poking into one part, as if his insides were suddenly taken into a large vice grip and ripped from him violently. Sobbing, he tried to curl into a small ball, but the man was lying upon his chest, hugging him. The boy began to squirm, but found that it hurt to do so and decided to remain still. Closing his eyes, he felt disgust and pain run through his body like poison. His entire being became numb to everything but
the pain. Suddenly, the man began to move again and leaned up, kissing the boy�s lips once more. The boy tensed, his eyes snapping open as a muffled cry was heard. He began to struggle, but the sharp pain forced him to become still once more, So quivering in fear, disgust and pain, he was forced to feel the disturbing emotional trauma of rape.
The next day, the boy awoke to find himself in the middle of a plush bed. Sitting up quickly, his back arched as the pain returned, just as strong. Screaming, he fell back against the sheets, breathing through his teeth in
torment as the screams subsided. The tears resurfaced and fell down his cheeks, leaving paths of rivers. Hearing movement, he whimpered as his hands tightened on the silky sheets. The man knelt by the boy, his hand gently laying itself upon his honey brown hair. The boy tensed as his eyes closed tighter. Shaking rather visibly now, the man could only sigh as he saw the damage done. The boy would never trust him again. Never let him hold him close, or tell him that he looked awfully cute when he blushed. Now, everything would have direct correlation to the night before, the rape. Tears barely touched the man�s gentle blue eyes as he kissed the mouth of the gun. Pulling the trigger, the boy screamed in fear and surprise, his eyes snapping open as the mutilated body fell onto him. Despite the excruciating pain ravaging his body, the boy screamed again and tried to force the body off of him. Gasping and screaming hoarsely, his breathing was ragged as he sobbed, finally shoving off the body. Unstably standing, he slowly began to half walk, half run from the room. Upon exiting it,
he shut the door behind himself. His legs almost gave way underneath him, unable to hold up his lithe weight. Taking in a shaky breath, he forced himself to become steady and move towards the opposite door, where his clothes were. He was going to leave. Though it would not be easy to exit the expensive apartment on
the first floor of an insanely tall building, the boy knew he would have to. In his room, he put on his clothes and began to leave. Panting by the time he got to the main door, he didn�t even look back as he opened it and shut it behind himself, the tears and black blood upon the carpet the only remains of him within the lustful rooms of the dead man.
