“I mean,” he whispers, in your ear, “I’m sure this is exactly what you wanted to happen, right?” He grunts as he pistons his cock into and out of your hole. He’d been kind enough to use lube, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. That didn’t stop you from wincing through the burning pain as your ring was stretched to the limit around his obscene girth.
“Surely, you knew what was going to happen when you went after my girl,” he says, his lips thinning, the corners twisting upward in a savage, self-satisfied smirk. “I get it,” he says, “You’re the new guy on campus. But everyone knows you don’t mess with Ben. You don’t go after Ben’s girl, you don’t flirt with Ben’s girl, and most importantly, you don’t get to trick Ben’s girl into fucking you.”
You whine. You whimper. You moan. You protest. You didn’t do anything like that. He is just misunderstanding the situation. Your words are muffled, and ultimately, whatever your story is, it’s irrelevant. Ben thinks that you disobeyed his cardinal rule. Ben thinks that you tried to go after his girl. And so Ben has decided to bring you to justice.
“That’s right, you twisted little fag,” he says, right in your ear as he pummels your hole with all his might. His words drip with venom. They are slick as oil. “Dumb little bitch going after what’s mine,” he says. He laughs quietly, watches as your eyes glaze over, his words sinking into your skull and bouncing around over and over and over again.
Dumb little bitch. Dumb little bitch. Dumb little bitch. He fucked you so hard and so fast that you could feel your brain rattling around in your head. You could feel your thoughts, your memories, your personality getting dislodged and turned to mush. Your thoughts slowed, then came to a halt. You whimpered, moaning as the fuck suddenly started feeling good.
“That’s right,” Ben says, “I don’t deal in used pussies, but this new one I’m coring into your ass, I think, is something that I’m going to enjoy for a while.” He grunts, his hips slapping against yours as he pushes his cock as deep as it would go. “You’d like that, won’t you, you stupid little bitch?” he says. You nod, desperately bucking his hips as the only thought remaining in your head is how much you want him to breed you. “Say what you are, and maybe I’ll think about fucking my cum into you.”
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