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The door banged behind him, He didn’t turn round. No - no, that’s not right. Tonny - he thinks his name’s Tonny. Tonny didn’t turn round.
“Hole.” He - Tonny - bends until his head touches the cold steel of the bed frame, spreads his legs until his thighs burn, puts two fingers from each hand inside himself and pulls his anus open wide. A movement behind him then slimy saliva slides down his perineum, onto the back of his balls before it drips onto the floor. It happens again, then again. He knows it’s to humiliate him. He’s been so thoroughly used that he doesn’t even need lube to open him up, it’s merely to help the cock glide more smoothly.
He balks as he feels four fingers twist inside him, rubbing roughly against his inner walls. “Lube, please.” A deep chuckle, dangerous and low, lets Him - Tonny - know that he’s going to be ignored. More saliva is aimed inside him as the fingers jab & prod deep within him.
“Push.”
Tonny - his name is Tonny, He is Tonny - pushes down into his tummy and feels his rectum bloom out, the muscle giving easily. He’s been trained for this.
A pleasant sensation shocks him, the ‘man’ behind him has taken the prolapsed muscle between is lips and his pushing his tongue into the middle. It’s comforting. He’s being given pleasure. He’s so pleasure-starved, touch-starved, HUMAN-starved. He knows it’s not for him but he’s taking the pleasure anyway. He makes the mistake of groaning with the spike of arousal peeking out from his groin.
The mouth is gone in an instant. A fist replaces it. The fist is shoving His - Tonny’s insides back where they belong. It’s too dry. It’s too big, even with Tonny’s constant state of openness.
He doesn’t request lube again, he clenches his eyes and tries to relax. He always tells himself it’ll hurt less if he tries to relax.
The creature behind him is punching in to his body. He’s groaning low within his chest as he pushes Tonny’s - no, his - body forward before dragging him back. Tears roll down his face as the thing behind him says “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. Push.”
He pushes his hand out of his body. He hangs his head low to rest it against the lumpy mattress, a reprieve from the onslaught his body is suffering.
He tries to remember who this body was before he was traded - sold - to the scary Romanian. He never knew the Romanian’s name. He was 18 at the time and The Duke had debts he could’t pay so He was sold to pay off part of the debt. The Romanian had promised Tonny that if he killed The Duke then he’d have bought his freedom. Tonny believed him. He couldn’t believe how Tonny could believe the Romanian. He wouldn’t have believed him, but Tonny was still a happy go-lucky Labrador, wanting to believe his life was meant to be something other.
He was brought to this room and fucked. Raped. He didn’t want it at first, he was terrified of what this would mean for his body. What it would mean for him. He wasn’t gay. He was a strong man, big and powerful. He liked soft women, round boobs, hips and bellies, long hair that highlighted a curvy figure.
Except it wasn’t what got him off at night. When he managed to get hard. Frank. Frank was the name he whispered as he imagined Frank gently thrusting into his body, Tonny’s body, as Tonny stroked the tribal tattoo running up Frank’s arm that snaked round his neck and down his back. His soft tummy pressing against Tonny’s, their chest hair rubbing together, nipples tingling as they rubbed against Frank’s flabby chest. Tonny loved running his hand along Frank’s redoing hairline, gripping what few strands were left. Frank had dark, swarthy looks, eyes deep & chocolate and held all of his emotions. Frank loved Tonny’s arms, mouthing at the toned muscle as he pulled up onto his knees to drive himself deeper into Tonny, making sure he hit his prostate with every thrust. Tonny would reach out to touch every part of Frank he could reach. Tonny loved Frank’s mouth and it was when Frank licked his fingers then sucked them between those plush lips that Tonny would cum, hard, thick ropes of cum streaking across Frank’s chest, belly, sometimes hitting him in the eye. Frank would laugh, freely, deeply and say “Thank you Tonny.” Tonny would pull his lips between his uneven, shark-like teeth and say “Thank you, Frank.” That’s how they said I love you. Frank would roll them so Tonny was on top, over-stimulation yet to rear its head. Tonny would look down, eyes half-lidded as a lovely pink blush ran across his porcelain cheeks and down his neck to end at his chest. Frank would thrust up as Tonny settled on his knees, his body being jolted and jostled in the most perfect way. They would hold hands as Frank thrust upwards, his head thrown backwards as he desperately tried to maintain eye-contact with Tonny. Tonny would clench around Frank as he settled within strong thighs that were only giving way to softness. Frank would sit up and kiss Tonny, tongue plunging in his mouth as Frank came in him, his cum coating Tonny’s walls, marking Tonny as his. Frank would rest his forehead against Tonny’s chest and say clearly but in a sleepy voice “Only you, Tonny.”
Tonny had stopped crying for Frank now. He’d forgiven Frank. Frank was scared, Frank needed to believe that Tonny had sold him out to the Police. Why, Tonny had never figured out, but Frank had believed it so deeply he needed to, clearly.
The thing behind Him has started to push his tiny cock into him. There’s a lot of grunting and groaning, pawing at him. He grabs his hips with his fingernails, drawing blood and leaving bruises.
“You’re just a fucking hole. This is all you are. A hole for me to fuck.”
More snuffles as the man thrusts erratically, no finesse, no technique. “Clench, mother-fucker” He does. He clenches as hard as he can. It’s not his fault he’s so loose. Cunts like him with heir friends tryin to stuff as many dicks, hands, fists or toys - and worse - inside him to see how far he’d stretch are what’s done it. This one had probably done stuff like that as well, drunken louts egging one another on.
The dick withdraws as he is clenching.
The blow that lands on his mid-back is unexpected so he’s had no time to protect himself. A kick to his ribs causes him to split blood. “Hey, fucker. I want my money back. This hole is too sloppy.” The door is suddenly open and the cock is now screaming as he’s dragged from the room.
He brings his hand up to hip away the blood. He isn’t Tonny anymore. He’s him. A hole.