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To say that there is no evil in this world would be ignorant. Evil lurks in all corners of the world. But to say that means that there is no good and innocence is simply foolish. Though there will always be something wanting to corrupt it.
Dwight was a very well mannered guy that had a lot of bad things happen to him in his lifetime. He’s the big loser with an even bigger heart. He did decently in school, never made any friends, never got a girl, had shitty parents and even shittier luck. He currently worked a 6-3 job in the downtown area which he would get to via train. It paid decently and he didn’t have to pay for a car or gas and due to his times being off rush hour he never had overly crowded train rides.
Life was pretty good for him… supposedly. What he didn’t know was that for a while now he had a secret admirer, more of a stalker really…
Frank Morrison, just a troubled teenager looking for his next victim. Dwight was the perfect victim. A cute feminine looking guy who has no friends,is too scared to make a noise or call for help and is too much of a people pleaser to say no? Dwight practically bled innocence and Frank was Dracula. To Frank, Dwight was something that should be owned, kept in a cage like a bird or better yet a toy box. Maybe he was envious of Dwight’s normal life of the thrill of stalking prey but Frank wanted to violate him. He wanted to make those big chocolate brown eyes water up as if to ask ‘why?’.
So he stalked Dwight for months now, collecting works schedules, getting a blueprint of his apartment and most of all, watching him too and from work. It took him this long to hatch a plan, he was going to do it today.
Firstly, Dwight’s train was delayed for work, he ended up having to take the rush hour train which meant he’d have to stay at work longer and would thus have to take the rush hour train home. The train would be packed, perfect… this is exactly what Frank wanted.
Despite this delay and later hours for today, Dwight tolerated it, that is until the ride home. When Dwight entered the train people were packed in, it was next to impossible to find a place where people weren’t touching, and this made Dwight extremely uncomfortable. He hated touch, he was sensitive to it, and he hated crowded areas. To cope with it, Dwight stood near the doors so he could see out the window however, this would prove to be a bit of a mistake.
Not too shortly after entering the train he felt someone press up against him fully. It was so apparent that he actually had to brace himself against the glass train doors. “Uff… huff..” Dwight groaned in annoyance but unfortunately this kind of thing was normal… what wasn’t normal was having a hand rest on his hips and start to feel up his torso area. This set him off as he was about to whip around and timidly and politely confronted him, the other hand pulled into his view a knife that gingerly glided against the office worker’s now slightly exposed tummy. He froze in horror as how easily it made little incisions on his fragile pale skin. “Peekaboo, My little toy.” Frank said in a husky voice as his left hand began groping his victims hip.
Dwight stood completely still trying to get him off but he had a knife so what were his options. He gulped and very timidly looked back at him to see his face was concealed by a white mask with a smile painted onto it. Dwight definitely recognized that mask, it was all over the news, those delinquents turned killers still at large… in Dwight’s surprised stupor, Frank bucked his hips against Dwight’s perk ass, god it was just as nice as he imagined it to be. “Ahhh~ you were made for me.” The stalker chuckled darkly which actually caused the poor nerd to tremble with fear. His fear just invigorated him so he pressed on by using his armed hand to hold both the knife and his hip while the other hand went back behind Dwight to rub and grope his ass. “Mmm fuckin' hell… can’t wait to make you my filthy little train whore who takes it up the ass like a good boy for everyone to see.” He growled into his ear, causing his prey to breath quickly, like a bunny being pinned down by a fox.
Dwight didn’t know what to do, how to react? He didn’t want this to happen… this is a joke right? Before he knew it his belt was being unbuckled and pulled out, along with the buttons on his work slacks. Dwight could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he squeaked and whimpered from the stress and anxiety this disturbed boy was giving him. The instant he saw a tear, Frank’s hand grabbed his chin and forced his victim’s head back a bit so that he could lick the salty tears off Dwight’s face. His breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, it made Dwight’s nose wrinkle. Though that was the least of his problems now was Frank’s hand now went into Dwight’s opened slacks to finally catch a glimpse of what was about to belong to him.
This made Frank grin, Dwight was almost as hard as a rock due to the touching and his sensitivity. Dwight shook he head and squeaked with shame while Frank chuckled against his ear. “It’s like your body already knows it belongs to me~ you’re such a filthy fucking slut, getting off to being publicly molested. Don’t worry babe, I’ll make sure this whole fucking train knows what you really are.” He pulled back, holding Dwight’s head against against the door while the other hand began to undo his own pants.
A thought that just now crossed Frank’s mind made him smirk wickedly, was Dwight a virgin? Once his pants were opened he moved his hand up to Dwight’s mouth and growled in his ear. “Open your whore mouth.” Despite the weapon held to his body and the very intimidating tone, the horrified Dwight just sobbed silently and shook his head. Frank wasn’t going to have that though, he moved a hand up to pinch his nose closed preventing any air from entering his pet’s body and forcing him to open his mouth to let out a gasp. The predator quickly used this opportunity to shoved a few fingers into his mouth and down his throat, almost making him gag. The noises they made caused a few eyes to look over which Dwight could see in the window glare, at which point Dwight’s tears worsened, he was a cry baby after all.
After having Dwight’s saliva thoroughly coat his fingers he moved his hand down straight behind him and against that tight perky ass. “Spread your legs, slut. I wanna see if I’m taking your virginity.” Unlike last time he defied Frank, he obliged and spread his legs only slightly before suddenly having two fingers shoved into his tight virgin hole in a matter of seconds. Dwight’s eyes widened and he was about to let out some loud noise but Frank was quick to slap a hand over his mouth just as his fingers began moving back and forth at a very face and rough pace. The rejection of Frank’s fingers from Dwight’s hole all but confirmed his theory, he was a virgin. “Fucking amazing~ Mon p’tit agneau~” He breathed lustfully against his neck. Frank was so antsy to get inside Dwight that he couldn’t stop bouncing and moving. His hips even began to jerk against the fragile male.
The train swayed a few times, causing the two to bump and press against each other, though Dwight’s time was running out. Frank pulled his fingers out and smirked and how wet and warm his slut’s insides were. He was so happy about his prey being just as good if not better that he pulled up his mask a bit and began kissing up and around his neck while pulled their pants down to get better access.
Why was this happening to him? What did he do wrong? Was all Dwight could think of while Frank’s throbbing erection began prodding and smacking itself against Dwight’s asshole. Dwight could feel something weird about his dick it wasn’t normal… it was like something was attached to it? A piercing..? He had a piercing just on the tip of his dick which now Dwight knew would just add to the pain.
Frank knew that once he brought his new pet home he’s have to mark up this amazing ass but for now he just needed to own his virginity. Dwight was in such a panic to at least try something to get out of this. He turned around to face him with those big adorable brown eyes and said in a whimpered voice. “W-Wait, D-Don’t… I-I have HIV.” Surely that would deter him right…? Frank smirked widely and chuckled as he leaned down to get right in his face. “Perfect so do I~” He knew Dwight was lying for an absolute matter of fact, so he lied in return. How else was he supposed to teach his pet never to lie to his master again?
He didn’t give the poor male a chance to protest or grasp what was going on before shoving himself in. The feeling was so good for Frank that he curled against Dwight and held out a silent moan. He couldn’t even get it all in one go, he had to keep pushing just to get it in. “Agh~ holy fuck! Oh my fucking god, Fairfield. Fuck yeah babe, fucking hell you’re so fucking tight. You were such a good boy, keeping yourself pure for me.” He said in a grunt of pleasure.
Dwight, on the other hand was not so fortunate. That metal piercing roughly ran against the top of his hole, dragging the whole way. His was a very painful experience, so painful in fact that it almost knocked the wind out of him. He tried so hard not to scream or cry, especially when Frank’s filthy nails dug into his skin while his hips began to piston in and out of him. While he was thrusting in and out, Frank smirked and gripped him harder. “You belong to me now, Dwight. You’re my slut. I own you. Even if you somehow get away from me no one will ever be able to take what I have, your virginity. Nobody will ever replace me, no matter how hard you try.” He growled very possessive while his movements go increasingly violent. Luckily the train was on a particular bumpy part of the ride due to shitty tracks which only added it the movements.
Frank’s words only brought despair to the office worker, he hung his head in defeat and just accepted what this sick teen was doing to him. Tears rolled down his cheeks to his chin then tripped onto the floor, joining drops of pre cum, saliva and blood. He let his body react instinctively to these actions, causing a pink blush over his pale face and his diaphragm to force out those sweet moans. They were pathetic sobbing moans but that just made Frank go even harder.
Frank curled even more against the office worker, panting and drooling against his pale and perfect neck… he just had the urge to- “a-ah!” Dwight squeaked from that sudden and random pain as he felt what he assumed to be Frank’s canine teeth, sinking into his flesh. As soon as Frank was able to taste that metallic and warm fluid his eyes lidded and his movements became less erratic. It was this sick idea that Frank loved of the two of them being one with each other. He consumed Dwight’s blood while Dwight took his seed, I ensured a bond.
Having his blood drain this way calmed down, he was becoming tired as his human sized leach stayed attached to him in more than one way. Dwight let out a sigh from his tiredness while Frank wrapped his arms around his waist to hold up his obsession but also pull him closer.
Their moments soon ended as Frank pulled away from Dwight’s neck, panting heavily. At this point people could very clearly head his panting but Frank didn’t care, he would act out violently to anyone who tried separating him from his obsession. He welcomed the audience as he would have witnessed to see him break this poor man.
Dwight had no more tears left to cry, he was just done, he wanted this to end. The pace picked up creating a pretty loud slapping noise that was concealed by the train’s engine. “Mmm~ here we go babe~ I’m going to fill you up with my hot seed. Be a good boy for Daddy and take it.” He growled as Frank’s hand all of a sudden began stroking Dwight’s erection. No…
Dwight couldn’t help but pant like a dog from the pleasure, it just felt so amazing. He hit each special spot with precision while his mouth would leave Hickies and kisses all over his neck. His eyes closed as he tried to concentrate on now allowing himself to cum though, this was a mistake. Frank used this opportunity to put a white tablet in his mouth, once it was in his hand covered his mouth as he rammed hard into the male. “Swallow.” He commanded. Dwight refuses but it didn’t matter as it just dissolved in his mouth the longer he kept it in.
Just as the tablet was fully dissolved Frank hissed and moaned loudly, tensing up around his obsession. “Fuck...fuck! Fu-ack!” He said in a strangled moan just before busting a huge load into his slut’s hole. While he was riding out his orgasm he continued to Jack off Dwight’s strained erection. “Cum for me. Cum for daddy. Be a good boy~” He purred as Dwight groaned. Whatever that tablet was, it was making him feel so— “Mmm good boy~”
Dwight just felt a wave of exhaustion, he was barely able to keep his eyes open and the world wouldn’t stop spinning. He felt his mouth open and a salty bitter taste… the texture was gross and slimes. “Taste your filthy beta seed~” Frank mocked as Dwight was forced to swallow it and the remained of the tablet.
Frank chuckled as he discreetly began pulling Dwight’s pants back up, buttoning them back up and even putting his belt back on, along with his own stuff. He finished clothing Dwight just as they pulled into a station, it wasn’t Dwight’s station but Frank forced him out and onto this abandoned looking train station. “Wuh… n-no… help.” Dwight mumbled as he tried to get someone’s attention but it was too late. Frank had already practically carried him off the train and into this new station.
“Time to go home, Slut.” Frank said very clearly before everything went black with the sound of Frank’s laughter…