10. ~Julian~
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~Julian~
“I can’t lose you. Do you understand me?”
“Julian, it’s—”
“I can’t. You’re my family. The only family I have left.”
“I know. It’s the same for me.”
I opened my eyes, feeling groggy, my head fuzzy and my body as exhausted as it always was every time I woke up here in this place.
Every time I woke up to find myself restrained in some way with Angelo hovering nearby. Sometimes right over me.
Like the last time when I’d awoken to being bound over a spanking bench with a fucking machine pounding into my ass, wherein Angelo had then rubbed his cock all over my face throughout the ordeal until I’d lost control and started licking him. He’d been so elated that I’d finally responded in some way to him that he’d shoved his cock down my throat. That elation had turned even more dangerous when he’d quickly realized that I didn’t have a gag reflex, and he’d fucked my throat like a machine, outdoing the actual machine that had been pounding into my ass. He’d come all over my face. And as soon as he’d recovered, he’d done it again. And again. I’d lost count.
I’d actually lost track of a lot, including how long I’d even been here.
This time as I woke up again, I was bound to the circular bed, my arms restrained above my head. My knees were bent to my chest and bound with ropes to either side of the bed, leaving me in a worrying spread open position. Of course, I was naked as usual. All for his sick viewing pleasure.
My throat was sore from all the brutal face-fucking and as I tried to swallow, I ended up coughing. Pain radiated from my ribs at the strain of it and I looked down to see how bad the bruising had become. When I stopped coughing, I realized how straining it was to draw in a full breath, how much it hurt. The damage from the crash was taking its toll. Given that I hadn’t been allowed any time to recover, that wasn’t too surprising.
I winced as I took in the deep grazes on my shins and thighs bleeding all over the place.
A groan of pain escaped me.
“I’m here,” that awful voice rang out, a moment before a hand was thrust in my face with two pills on it.
When I resisted, that familiar slap assaulted my cheek. “Swallow them. Painkillers. I let you sleep longer this time because I had business to attend to. That’s why you’re feeling those injuries now. The previous doses wore off.”
I opened my mouth, and he pushed them along my tongue, then I swallowed them down with some difficulty.
As he stepped back, I watched him shrug off his gray leather jacket, then pull his t-shirt over his head, so he was just down to his jeans. He shoved a hand through his light blond hair as he muttered, “Nico and his accomplices are causing me a load of shit. Keeping off their radar hasn’t been easy. Even with me throwing up roadblocks all over the fucking place.”
“They won’t stop,” I rasped. “They’ll find me… find you.”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about all that. I’m taking care of it.”
“How long… how long… have I… been here?”
“A few days.”
What?
“Does that surprise you?” he asked, coming right up to the bed and perching on the edge. “Does it feel shorter? Longer?”
“Not sure,” I murmured. “But I need… need… hospital.”
“You’ll feel fine once the painkillers kick in.”
“Still be… hurt.” I coughed again and grimaced as it put strain on my ribs.
“I’ll let you go once I’m sure you’ll be drawn back to me. And until you surrender and give me what I want, that can’t happen.”
“What do… you want?”
He frowned. “You don’t remember?”
I shook my head.
The moment I did, I regretted it, the thing swimming, a wave of dizziness taking me over.
I jolted as he pressed his palm to my forehead. “You’re burning up.”
“Hospital,” I pushed.
“Don’t overreact. You’ll be fine. Just relax.”
“No… I—”
He slapped my dick, making me cry out at both the shock and the pain of it.
“Enough.” He grasped my shaft hard and my eyes flew to his. “Good. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me. As a reminder, what I want from you is to break you, tesoro. I want you begging me, becoming my little bitch through and through. I want you to recognize who owns you and I want you to rejoice in that fact.”
I squirmed as he started pulling and pinching my piercings. “Stop.”
“Shh. I have a story to tell you. Focus on that while those meds take some time to kick in.” He released my shaft then, but it was barely a reprieve as he started trailing his fingers around my asshole. “It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I realized I had a thing for pretty dicks. One night, Santino was on a tear. The rages the guy can get caught up in… I’ve never seen anything else like it. Anyway, that night, I was in his sights. I was waiting in his office expecting to be given orders on how to fix a certain situation that had been brought to our attention, one that had cost him a lot of coin. Instead, he caught me off guard, pinned me to his desk, then basically shoved his dick down my throat. He held me down too, making damn sure I took it all until he filled me with his cum.”
Jesus.
“He hurt… you. Rap—”
“No,” he spat. “He helped me, ignited something in me.”
“That’s not—”
He shoved a finger deep inside my ass, making me grunt.
It turned into a coughing fit, but he didn’t pay it any mind, even adding a second finger and pounding into me fiercely.
“Don’t tell me how it was. That night changed everything for me. He kept me close to him after that, gave me more power, fucking made me. And it ended up bringing you and me together.”
That was an extremely worrying and convoluted way of looking at things.
It hit me then, and it all collided. Everything he’d done, everything he’d said. “You wanted.. my… guidance?”
Was that really why he’d been fixated on me? Why he’d really done all of this? In his twisted way, had he actually wanted my help? To teach him how to progress in this area, to help him understand it and this new part of himself that had been awakened?
“Maybe,” he admitted, starting to curl his fingers.
It had my abs clenching, my hips rolling of their own accord, which all made me cry out as pain radiated through my side, right where the worst of the bruising was.
“What’s the story behind your angel wings tattoo on your back?” he asked, catching me off guard. An obvious attempt to redirect if I’d ever heard one.
“Covering… scars.”
“From a belt, right? Being used like a whip?”
I nodded.
“Your old man?”
Another nod.
“You’re not over it. That was clear from the way you freaked out when I brought him up on your first night here. You should take a leaf out of my book.”
“ You’re not… over it. It tortures you. All this… the abuse… to Cat… to me… it’s you… inflicting pain and… sexual domination over others… to purge what happened… to you.”
He pulled his fingers free with a growl, his face twisted. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t know.”
“You wanted… my guidance. This is—”
He pounced on the bed on either side of my bound legs, looming over me, glaring down at me fiercely. “Beg me, Julian. Fucking beg me already. Your ass was clenching down around my fingers, desperate for more, desperate for me.”
I was sweating all over. I could literally feel it dripping all over me. And with him on me, my breathing became even more labored. I couldn’t even see him clearly despite his face being just inches from mine.
He jostled the bed as he lifted up a little and jerked his jeans off, baring his hard cock.
The rough movements had nausea rising up.
I closed my eyes against it, trying to block it out, to block everything out.
Sleep threatened to take me over really fucking quickly.
That lightheadedness… it surged like crazy.
I was gonna pass out. I was gonna—
Something pushing at my ass had my eyes snapping open.
Through blurry vision, I looked to see Angelo prodding my hole with his dick.
He made me whine as he dragged his fingers through the blood dripping from my legs, then lubed his cock with it.
“All this time and I haven’t taken this tight ass yet. Can you fucking believe it?” He kept pushing against my hole, only to pull away.
Every time my eyelids drooped, and I started to fade away, he slapped my cock.
Over and over while teasing my hole mercilessly.
He took it further when he grabbed hold of my shaft and jerked me fiercely, spitting on my crown until his saliva fucking coated me all over.
He drove me to the edge like I had a fuzzy recollection of him doing since I’d been here, ways that kept slamming into me the more he played with me.
Again and again he brought me right to the brink of coming before he’d abruptly stop.
It just wouldn’t end.
He wouldn’t fucking tire of pushing and pushing me.
My body was reeling, pain radiating through me. I felt sick and like I was on fucking fire with how overheated I was.
“Please.”
That one word hung there in the air between us.
It took me a few moments to realize it had come from me.
Angelo fisted my hair and jerked my head at an uncomfortable angle that almost had me retching right then. “Say it. Say it again.”
“Please… do it… fuck me… fuck me now.”
An animalistic rumble came from him as he released my hair, then slammed his hands down on my pecs a second before he slammed into my ass, his cock tearing into me and making me choke from the force of it.
“Fucking shit, yeah!” he yelled in rapture. “Way better than I even fantasized! Fuck me!”
I couldn’t take it.
His cock reaming me so fucking maniacally, igniting pleasure so intense I couldn’t handle it in my current state.
The heat setting my body on fire in the worst ways.
And that fucking nausea and lightheadedness.
I choked, fighting for breath.
And then it all disappeared.
Blackness took me.