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Daniel released a series of internalized sighs as he made his long trip towards the town’s church. He slackly dragged his laced boots, blotched with dust, kicking up swarms of sand that followed the breeze. He almost felt silly to think someone would spot him—Daniel Plainview, the long-time owner of a self-raising oil company as a member of the church. He hadn’t cared a lick about church or anything associated with the idea of Christianity.
He approached a small, dark-wood church house, mostly looking beaten down with beams of light peeking through the gaps of withered planks. The door of the church greeted him wide open, with its preacher, Eli, standing centered at the far back, engulfed in the shadow it cast. Daniel stood himself behind the rear pew and held his hat close to his person.
For a moment he’d forgotten why he was even there, as he caught several turning their shoulders to get a glance of the highly-rumored oilman. He stared at Eli, blocking out the eyes that glanced and stared. Then he remembered. He dazed off on the preacher’s body and movements, subconsciously ignoring his sermon. When the light burst against his black, vignetted dress shirt and his collar squeezed at his veined, shouting neck, all he could imagine was how his body looked underneath. He soon felt something growing in his pants, moving his hat further down to cover the mess he started. He closed his eyes for a second, trying not to imagine Eli in the sensual ways he did—such lewd, inhumane thoughts. He ran a coarse hand over his tense face, seemingly trying to wipe the thought away. Before he was aware, the sermon had already ended and Eli was seeing people out of the church.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” Eli’s voice carried a steady, masculine tone, shaking a recurring member of the church’s hand as they went about.
Daniel leaned off the wall and shifted the toothpick in his mouth, chewing down hard when his eyes met Eli’s. He walked over to Eli and repositioned his hat snug onto his head, shoving his fists in his pockets.
“Eli! Tragedy at the well last night,” Daniel emitted, a hint of shame lining the quick, but obvious downward glance at the floorboards.
“Yes, I heard.”
Eli nervously fixated his eyes just below Daniel’s collar once he saw his eyes from underneath his hat. Just the mere mention of the oil well was enough to realize the scent the new wind carried. It was musky and humid, almost nauseating, contrasting the dryness of the fields around them.
“He was a man of considerable faith, so if you wish to say a few words, his burial’s at noon, tomorrow.” He leaned back onto his heels each time a silence rose between them, a rather tenacious habit.
“Daniel, this accident could have been avoided.”
Daniel lowered his head and inaudibly scoffed. His persistence raged a fire within him.
“I’ve seen some of the men drinking. Don’t you think that has something to do with it—“
“We need these men well-rested to bring in this well.” Daniel disregarded Eli’s remark. “They can’t get that if they’re up here listening to your gospel, and then the well can’t produce and blow gold all over the place.”
“I wish I had more time with him. More could have been done.“
“And then the well can’t produce and blow gold all over the place.” Daniel spaced out his words as if he was sounding them out.
Eli leaned back against the church door as him and Daniel were nearly standing toe-to-toe. So close he could feel his bitter breath against his cheeks and the sound of his gritting teeth against his toothpick. Daniel’s narrowed eyes examined each and every one of Eli’s facial features, acknowledging his doe-like, fearful eyes. The silence was loud. Almost instantly, Eli pitched a tent in his pants at the moment of power Daniel had over him. His strong eyes held an even stronger gaze over Eli’s from the shadow of his hat, like that of a stalking predator. The bulge in his pants was painful, and Daniel took notice of his arousal. He watched as he unlaced his fingers and ventured his hands down slowly to cup his embarrassing boner. Daniel squinted at his pathetic attempt, moving his eyes from his protected erection to Eli’s own.
“You always been the preacher of this town, Eli?” Daniel cocked his head.
Eli skeptically turned his head to the side, maintaining eye contact with the older man. “My older brother, Paul served his time spreading the word in his youth.” His answers sounded as questions. “Never got too far out of Isabella County. Why do you—“
“Well, I must say: this.. situation you’ve gotten yourself into,” he said as he squeezed a firm hand over Eli’s wrist, almost as an angry father, “seems rather unprofessional, coming from you. Doesn’t it?”
“D-Daniel, please don’t touch me. We can discuss this later.”
“Would Paul be in the same position you stand in? Do you think so?
“I-I don’t..” Eli tried shuffling away, but was shocked when Daniel quite roughly slammed his shoulders against the door, reverberating on impact.
“I’m gonna eat you up, Eli. You and this godforsaken town.”
”W-what?”
Eli’s stammering was enough to lead Daniel into taking fistfuls of his black fabric into his hands and slinging him back into the church. With one swift kick of his boot to the rickety church door, it slammed shut, receiving a flinch from Eli. He took long strides towards him, still displayed on the ground in a reclined position. He tried sitting up, but was soon declined by a strong hand forcing him back against the ground. Daniel was now straddled on top of him, pulling another handful of his clothing towards his looming figure.
“You feel that, Eli? Me sitting on top of your pathetic fucking erection? How does it feel?”
Eli could make nothing but small whimpers and interrupted gasps. His voice broke as he pleaded and screamed, earning a shove of two fingers into his mouth.
“Close your mouth or I’m shoving them down your throat.”
Eli closed his mouth around Daniel’s fingers, the shaky hum of fear vibrating against them. Daniel looked down to see his own pants tightening around his pointed erection. Daniel’s tall figure rose to his feet as he reached down to grab him by the hair, lifting him up to his knees. A trickling pain ran through his scalp as he hollered out, thighs quivering and forming a v-shape.
”I think we should put that pretty little face of yours to good use, yes?” Daniel took his face into his hands, squishing his cheeks and digging his fingers into his hair. He playfully shook his head around a few times.
“This is what you want, Eli.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah?” He continued to humiliate and slap him around. He could see straight through Eli’s head shakes that quickened each time he received a hand across the face.
“Daniel, p-please..” he said between quiet sobs, reaching his arms up to grab his hips. “Don’t do this. I can’t, I—“
“Like hell you can’t. Open your mouth.” Daniel swatted his hands away and began to unfasten his trousers.
Eli’s mind went blurry as his eyes focused on what was occurring in front of him. Daniel’s large, veiny hands stuttered and jolted as they moved in hurried, repeated motions to unravel his pants. With an impatient flick of his tongue he threw his belt to the ground and slid his pants down just above his knees. He placed a rough hand on the back of Eli’s neck and dug the other into his tousled hair, pulling him towards him. He thrusted his clothed dick against his mouth, teasing the idea of him sucking his cock.
Eli continued to let out stuttered cries and whimpers, ashamed of his doings.
“Look at me,” Daniel demanded.
Eli hesitantly obeyed, blinking rapidly up at the older man. The sight of the brunette boy with his ass stuck out and wet lips paused on his bulge made his stomach turn. He could feel Eli’s breath against his boxers. He was overcome by a break of sweat and his body began to wobble. He pushed his boxers barely past his dick, allowing it room to spring into place.
“Stick your tongue out.”
Eli used the last of his dignity to shake his head. “No.” He was on the brink of tears.
Daniel slapped him clean across the cheek. Eli blenched unsteadily and caught himself with his hand, staring off as his ears began to ring.
”Come here.” Daniel brought him back to his senses as he was yanked back towards him.
Daniel took his hair in his hands and shoved him onto his dick. Eli coughed out whimpers on his cock, which sped up as Daniel forced his head back and forth.
“Ah, fuck.” He looked so pretty bobbing up and down his cock. He pulled out sooner than he’d expected, finding that he was overly sensitive inside Eli’s mouth.
His gaze alone upon Eli’s burning red embarrassment made him dizzy. With the moment of adrenaline that surged through him, he twisted Eli’s shoulders around and threw him face down.
He slid down his boxers and allowed his dick to spring into place. Eli turned his chin over his shoulder, afraid of Daniel’s plans. He returned down to the same position he was straddling him in with Eli’s body still fully clothed. With his entire groin exposed, he began to thrust his dick against Eli’s protected ass. The abrupt line forming the waistband of his pants occasionally brushed against his head, the feeling of the fine fabric against his cock driving him feral.
Eli was now clawing at the ground as Daniel’s thrusts made his body jerk forward. Each time Daniel thrusted against his ass, his dick rubbed against the rough floorboards, making him squeal.
“Daniel, that’s enough, p-please. I can’t go on with this, please,” he spoke in between grunts.
Daniel reached a hand underneath him and started fingering where Eli’s asshole would be. Eli threw his hips to the ground at the sensation, trying to escape it. He squirmed around and shouted as his finger inched further into his pants. His dick was uncomfortably pressed against the ground, making it impossible to escape either stimulation. He started thrusting his finger at an animalistic speed, earning a string of broken whines from the boy.
Daniel flipped him over. He wanted to fuck him right then and there, but refrained from doing so. He stood to his feet and weighed a boot down onto his abdomen. Eli winced.
“Touch yourself.”
Fear enveloped Eli into submission as he felt himself crumble under Daniel’s textured soles. He reached a slender hand over the steady bulge beneath his tight, black pants and began to palm it. A welling tear rolled down his cheeks with a whimper as his hips bucked upward, flinching under his own touch. Suddenly, Daniel nudged his hand away with his boot and began to shove at his crotch. Eli let out a piercing yelp and lunged his hands to the tip of his boot, attempting to pry it off.
“Ah! Daniel, stop! It hurts! Please!” Eli’s hands hovered over his boot for a moment. The pain was making him sink into the ground.
“Does this hurt?” he said flatly.
Eli threw his head back against the ground, creating a loud thud. He dug his nails into the brown leather.
“Aah!” he cried out. He squeaked and pleaded for him to stop, squirming under the movement of his boot.
Daniel raised his brows at the boy as he lifted his boot from his pained erection. He watched as his chest heaved and jittered with sobs, a dazed, sadistic look of amusement flooding his face. Daniel had had enough. He yearned to see Eli’s frail body shiver. He sprung down onto his body once again and clasped onto his collar, tearing at it as the buttons plucked out of place. Eli was jerked around as he manhandled him, pushing his hands out towards him whenever he was too rough. He rushed to unbuckle his suspenders, and then to his pants, watching as the dark cloth revealed his unblemished, pastel skin. To Daniel’s surprise, he wore no underwear, and large amounts of pre-cum stained the inside of his pants. Daniel let out occasional grunts as he slid the last remaining clothes off of Eli.
There he was, in all his glory, displayed before him. He wasted no time. He scooped him up like a bride and stood him up next to the poorly-boarded wall, shoving his face against it. Eli listened to the hasty fwips and shuffles of Daniel removing his own garments. His vulnerability against the huffing man made his own cock stand up. He wanted to feel the pain inflicted by him. He wanted to feel his strong hands pull at his hair and spread his legs. His entire face was flushed a pale pink, and he held his legs close together.
He heard Daniel spit onto what he assumed was his fingers, feeling the wetness being fingered against his asshole. The sensation made his stomach retract harshly. He lined his head up against Eli’s unwilling hole, and shoved only the tip inside. Eli yelped again as he pushed his hands into the wall, knees close to buckling. Daniel let out a long, husky moan next to Eli’s ear.
“I know you’re a virgin, and I won’t go easy on you. I want this to hurt.”
Those words seemed to frighten him, because he watched as his back heaved up and down with anxious breaths, awaiting what was coming. The lubrication of his arousal was the only thing allowing Daniel’s cock to slip right into him, sending Eli into a frenzy. He slammed his hand against the wall as he cried out. Eli’s stiff body was unable to relax or ease into the sensation. The more grunts he passed next to his ear, the more he tightened around him.
“Damnit. Loosen up, boy.”
Daniel steadied himself into a comfortable stance and wrapped both arms around Eli’s stomach, pulling him into his warm body. He wanted him to take every inch of him. He pulled out halfway and took the first thrust.
Eli’s head was thrown backwards, a breath-holding, ecstatic scream getting caught in his throat. His vision was disoriented, and his ribs were growing sore from Daniel’s tight embrace. He slowly picked up the pace despite Eli’s resistance to loosen. As he did this, he dragged one of his hands down Eli’s stomach to his throbbing erection, urging to be touched. Eli’s whiny moans turned to loud cries as Daniel began stroking it.
“Daniel.” Eli’s voice was an exhausted half-whisper. “Please slow down, it hurts.”
Daniel went even faster. He wanted to make him weak. Weak and deprived of any control.
Eli wanted Daniel to stop, obviously ignoring the thought of even asking him to do so. Several demands and pleads reached his lips, but were held back by his own sobs and hiccups. He could only make out unfinished sentences.
“I..I can’t. I..” His voice was exhausted. Eli’s body folded against the wall, with his hands falling down the jagged edges of it. Daniel’s fingers latched onto his ass as he tried to keep him in place. Eli yelled out when Daniel spanked him for the first time. He spanked and fondled his ass again, watching as his cock disappeared inside of him over and over. Eli finally collapsed to his knees. Daniel, visibly and audibly irritated, lifted him up by his armpits. Eli’s body dragged along like a rag doll, completely drained of the energy he had left.
He laid him out on the ground to where his body was illuminated in angled sections like blinds. His skin sparkled with sweat and shivered involuntarily, repeating nerved clenching motions with his fists as Daniel positioned himself on top of him. Eli watched as his toned body handled his own and forced his thighs to his stomach, broadening his asshole. Eli was desperate for the feel of his cock stretching him out again. And to his desires, Daniel, with both his hands holding down Eli’s legs, used his hips to navigate his dick inside of him. Daniel was now glaring down at Eli’s embarrassed, scrunched up face, watching as a hand rushed to cover his eyes. He cried from underneath him, his voice fluctuating with each thrust. He fucked beautiful noises out of the boy, getting even more when he attacked his neck with hickeys.
He yelped out again when he slammed into him, and bit down on his neck twice as hard. He laid flat on top of the boy for a moment, frozen and twitching in his orgasm. He came inside of him for a good ten seconds.
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