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Paul Meyers was sure there was something, or someone in the attics.
Yet he didn't voice his suspicions after the first time, he's supposed to be a man, not a little pussy like what his family said. 'You're sixteen, why are you more scared than your brother?' So, he slept through many nights holding his blankets to his face, praying that it was just a boogieman from his dreams. He even found himself crying shameful tears under his blanket when it all gets too much.
"Come on, if it's someone, your dad would've seen him already." His girlfriend reassured him. "He peeked in there and even took a good look, no one was there."
"Y-you're right, Jess. It's just I feel so, scared." He wiped off the sweat on his forehead. His parents were out of town and his little brother was at a friend's sleepover, so he was alone for the night. "I blame it on those Halloween movies."
"Well, I still don't get why you would watch those movies if you're such a crybaby," she laughed and made the boy turn red.
"You wouldn't get it."
"Just know I would've come over but you know, I have to watch after my grandpa. Don't be scared, just call me anytime, okay?" She giggled and answered to someone calling her name on the other side. "Oh, sorry. I have to help my mom. Bye bye!"
And she hung up, leaving him sitting in his living room all alone. It was a generic Friday night, where ordinarily he would be on his computer playing his video game. But the occasional sounds from the attic above didn't help when his bedroom was the closest to the entrance, and he didn't have the courage to climb up the stairs and see if his fears really were true yet.
He played a random Netflix show to distract himself from all the scenarios. Normally when he's alone for the night, he would just jerk off to his favorite porn loudly. But not today, his heart doing terrible lurches and his stomach turning unto itself prevented any sexual thoughts from happening. As he laid on his couch and scrolled through his phone, it was already nine pm. There was no rush to sleep, but he didn't exactly have anything else to do.
But his feet just wouldn't let him go back to his bedroom and he wasn't going to fight his gut feeling.
Letting the show play, he closed the phone and continued to watch it, finding himself breaking into a small grin at some humorous moments before remembering the situation he's in. A few unmemorable hours passed by as he got really invested in the show before his eyes began closing on itself involuntarily, forcing him to finally close all the lights he turned off in his home and go back to his bedroom.
Maybe, Momma and Dad was right, I'm just paranoid.
Closing the final hallway light, he closed the door behind him and his bed creaked when he threw himself unto it, settling into the blankets and not even bothering to turn on his lamp. Unsurprisingly, he no longer felt as sleepy as he did a few minutes before, a side effect from roaming around your house. Taking a few deep breath and closing his eyes, he fell into a safe unconsciousness quickly.
Gold, money, rabbits were all the strange components making up his short dream before a bed creak rang through his dream and forced his eyes open. His eyes opened and his surroundings were blurry, only illuminated by the moonlight outside. As he blinked, he noticed a kneeling man in front of him on his bed - a kneeling man?! - and began yelling.
"OH MY GOD! HELP!"
The man quickly pressed his hand against his mouth as he continued resisting, trying to scratch and punch at the man. His heart was thumping so hard that he was scared he was going to throw up over himself and get a heart attack. More muffled screams came from the boy as his tears began unknowingly rolling down unto the intruder's fingers, not even realizing he was crying. Up close, the most he could make out of the man was his messy hair and his heavy breathing.
As the intruder pinned him down with one hand easily and sat on his knees to prevent any resistance, Paul was sure he would die. He was going to end up like a slasher movie victim but this time, it isn't so fictional and entertaining. As he continued screaming and wiggling, the intruder moved his hand to touch the boy's face, feeling the soft, wet cheek and pressed his index finger on his lips, shushing the boy. This only confused him, making him silent for a few seconds. To his surprise, the man had smelt of cologne and peppermint, the same scent that would always make him feel safe, the same scent that reminded him of his dad.
"L-let me go!" He said, as the man shook his head.
"We're going to have some fun, okay?" The intruder said, in a deep, soft voice that would make anyone swoon, but not right now. His fingers began to play with Paul's boxer waistbands, pulling it back and letting it slap back against his hips with obvious undertones. "I'm going to make you feel so good. If you play along, I won't hurt you, okay?"
"N-no! I'm not- I'm not a fucking- I'm not a faggot! Leave me the fuck alone, please! Go find-" Paul began rambling incoherently, his tears leaking out.
The sound of a sharp object being unsheathed made him silent quickly, every sense of defiance was melting away and replaced by fear. The sharp edge against his cheek made him tremble even more as he held his breath, his heart thumping itself crazily.
"That really hurted my feelings being called that. I don't want to have to hurt you, okay? You're such a sweet boy. Such an innocent boy. I don't want to hurt you." The sharp edge began dragging itself softly against his skin, making him wince. "I don't want to hurt you so please listen to me. Please don't scream for help, okay? Or I'll have to use this."
This guy, he wasn't like any of the horror movie antagonists he watched. He didn't want his blood, he just wanted to ravish him and use him. Paul wanted so badly to believe that he will spare him, but if this man - this creep, was willing to wait in his attic for weeks, what would he do?
"I.. I've been watching you when you sleep, you know? I had to move to your room's vent when-." He pulled his knife away from the trembling, crying boy and instead used his hand to feel more of his skin, going up his shirt, making his breath hitched. The intruder's rough hands danced around his stomach muscles slowly, taking his time. "Your dad checked the attic. Oh how I was so scared at the fact that he would break us up."
"I-I h-have a girlfriend, p-please. I don't want yo- I don't want this." His tears came out even more as he thought to himself how sorry he was for his parents when they find his body in his bed after being horribly sodomized.
"Shh. Jessica, she doesn't need to know, does she? It would break her heart." Despite his heart beating itself almost into nausea, he still gritted his jaw at the fact that he referred to her so casually. Who the hell was he to talk about her like that?
The intruder then removed his hand from his shirt after sliding all over his muscles. Paul was sighing in relief but he was still eyeing the man in the dark in fear and crying. He wasn't even sure how he looks like apart from the beams of moonlight illuminating his well built figure through the window, this man was probably even taller than his dad. He was still pinning him down as he pressed his lips against the boy's, holding his cheek. He forced his tongue inside him, kissing him like a lover he had been waiting for years to meet.
"Mmmf!" He whimpered softly. Weirdly, his first thought in the situation was imagining how his girlfriend would probably tease him for being so helpless and letting a man kiss him when he so vehemently denied that he's anything but gay. Would she still be with him after everything the man will do to him tonight?
To say Paul was disgusted was an understatement, he has had some awkward kisses with Jessica, yes. But what choice does he have? His limbs are basically restrained, maybe he could bite him, but the man has a knife.
Once the intruder pulled away, he simply stood over him for a few seconds in silence, almost as if in shock over finally kissing him. "You know how long I've been waiting for this? I-I think I don't want you to belong to anyone else. Just me, okay?" He pulled out a rope from behind him and tied it around the boy's hands, tying him to the bed's frame. He wanted so badly to kick back at his face, at his body and run away, but his leg muscles were straining from the pressure applied by the man's knees. "I have to do this, to make sure you won't run away."
"P-please, I d-don't want to die." Paul's lips trembled.
"You won't die if you obey me, okay? I don't want my sweet boy to die too. I only used the knife because you called me a name I didn't like." The intruder then pulled out a second set of ropes to tie both of his ankles to the lower end of the bedframe, getting off his knees. He had been spread almost wide eagle. Paul began to wiggle in an attempt to get out of the restrains, but they were only digging in deeper into his skin, leaving marks.
"I.." He trailed off, his head beginning to ache from the amount of unused adrenaline in his body. He's bounded in his own bed, probably about to be raped by this strange man, all he could pray for now is to not get killed. To report this fucker to the police.
"I'm going to turn on the lights, okay? I want to see your face." What a dumbass, now I can see his face clearly enough for a police suspect composite. As he flicked on the light switch in the room, the boy flinched and squinted his eyes at the brightness. The man was now seen more clearly, he looked just like a normal family man. He did not look like a crazy man living in his attic for weeks. Tall nose, pale skin, blue eyes, brown hair, those will help the police catch him. "You're still so cute, even when you're crying. But stop crying, okay? It makes me sad too." He comforted his cheeks with the back of his hands.
You fucker, I'm crying because of you.
The intruder pulled down Paul's boxers to his ankle, the cold air brushing against his soft, limp cock laying on his stomach rather ashamedly as the boy turned his head away, cringing. "Hmm, you're so small. But that's fine, it fits a pretty boy." As the intruder reached to play with it, he yelped.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Making you feel good. I promised that. Just imagine it's your girlfriend." Fuck no, I'm not.
"Leave me alone! I don't want it!" He began wiggling aggressively, shaking the bed, as the man looked back at him blankly.
"Don't be such a brat, my sweet boy." The intruder said with a hint of cruelty rolling off his tongue that made him remember he had a knife with him.
Paul refused to say anything more, biting his tongue and just hoping he gets this over with, closing his eyes. As long as he doesn't try to do anything with his ass, he's fine with it. The intruder took his lack of any more resistance as a sign of consent and slipped the cock into his mouth, feeling a weird wet, warmth wrapped around his part.
Shit, why am I getting hard?
The boy's face began to burn as he began squirming at the soft waves of pleasure going through his body. His first blowjob wasn't going to be with his girlfriend, it was going to be with this man who's probably older than his parents. Despite that, he felt so good. Was it even rape if he enjoyed it through all of his tears, fear and anger?
Soon after, his breath got more shallow and quicker, as he got closer to his release. He opened his eyes to see the man servicing him, his sharp eyes looking back lovingly, as if he wasn't holding this boy hostage for his own pleasure, as if he was his lover. The man continued to lick and going up and down on it, taking all of it so easily as if he had done this a thousand times before. Only a few seconds later, he reached his orgasm. Letting out a few, quick gasps, his cock began to twitch in the man's mouth and shot out loads and loads of his seed.
It had been the first time his cum had entered anybody.
Surprisingly, the man didn't swallow it, instead, he held it in his mouth and reached over to lean towards the boy. Paul's eyes widened at what he was trying to do, moving his face away from him. But the invader's muscled arms forced him to kiss the man rather easily.
"N-no no! I don't want i-"
As he pressed his lips against his, he pressed his eyes close in disgust, tasting a warm, salty liquid that he only had to assume was his own cum. He forced himself to swallow it, wondering why anyone would do it willingly, but the man still kept kissing him, his tongue exploring his mouth. The way the man kept kissing him, he was tempted to bite him in an act of resistance but he didn't want to die.
Once he pulled away, some of his semen dripped unto the man's lower lip, licking it up casually as the boy turned his head away and began coughing from the taste. No matter how much he coughed and gagged, the taste wasn't removed from his tongue.
"You're so delicious. It suits a pretty boy like you." He pressed his thumb on the boy's lips, who looked back at him with watery, pitiful eyes.
Paul's breathing went back to normal, but his tears were still coming out one by one. "P-please, leave me alone. You've done whatever you wanted to do." He wanted to sound firm like his dad does, but he ended up sounding meekly.
"Not yet. I want to make you feel even more good." The invader unzipped his pants and took out his already erect, long cock. This was the first cock he had ever seen in his life, with his own eyes, that isn't his. "You should suck me off, it'll make what come afterwards better."
His heartbeat began speeding up once more. He was going to throw up at the thought. The man was going to penetrate him.
"N-no, I don't want it! Please! I don't want to feel good. Please. I don't want this." Paul cried out but the man lost the twinkle in his eyes and the dimples in his smile.
"Are you sure, Paul? Do you want me to go in dry?" He asked bluntly, and went back down to press his cock's head against the boy's tight hole, making him yell out. "It's going to be more painful for you, and I don't want you to be hurt. I even showered to smell good for you."
If you don't want me to be hurt, then leave me alone.
"I don't want it at all.." He whimpered, as the man's eyebrows now furrowed together and he looked at him as if he was crazy. The invader went up to the boy and now sat up straight, his cock in front of his face, slapping it against his cheek as he turned his face away. The man held the boy's chin up towards his face.
"I'll give you a second chance, Paul. It'll only hurt you."
Paul could only cry out a few more pathetic tears, how was he going to give up his pride this way? As his bitter tears rolled down his cheeks, he finally nodded and the man inserted just the tip into his mouth, now smiling.
"That's my good boy."
I'm not your good boy! I'm not a dog!
But he still didn't verbalize his resistance, trying his best to not flinch while taking in his cock, feeling as if he is sucking on a huge, bland sausage. He wanted to sob even more at how sad a sight it was, that he was sucking a man off so that when he rapes him, it won't be too painful. His girlfriend would probably leave him, his family would probably never look at him the same, and his small brother would no longer think of him as his strong big brother.
"Your lips are made for this, do you know that?" The invader's rough hands were surprisingly soft with the boy. Gently wrapping his hand around his head, he began guiding his head more and more into his shaved length, eventually taking all of it. "Don't cry, okay? You'll want more of this by the end of it."
Paul didn't get why anyone would have gay sex willingly at all, with how painful and tedious the process was, he just didn't get it. At least, he didn't have to deal with having to get his nose in the man's pubic hair. His cock was starting to twitch in his mouth after a few more slow thrusts, leaking some bitter liquid in his mouth, as the man pulled it out of him.
The boy spat it out on the floor next to his bed, unable to handle the taste, with the invader amused. "You don't have to swallow it, but I almost came into your mouth. I forgot why I did it. Now, this might be uncomfortable, okay? Please tell me if it hurts."
With how gentle he was with him right now, the police would scoff at him for saying he was raped.
Paul bit his lip as he reluctantly nodded, still crying. He had finally gave into the man.
The invader moved to the boy's legs, moving between his tied up legs. He began to insert his cock into the boy, who began to yell in pain. Despite the cock being wet and lubricated, his hole felt like it was being split in half with the man's huge length and his head turned to the side as he continued crying out and blubbering random words in the heat of the moment. Through the restrains, he began squirming around, shaking the bedframe violently with him.
"Take it out! Take it out! Please!" The words came out in a hysterical voice he didn't recognize. The invader slowly, but carelessly pushed it in with more excruciating cries, before all of his length entered him. No matter how much Paul cried out, it fell on deaf ears, he had enjoyed this too much to stop now.
He groaned, "You're so tight, my sweet boy."
Paul badly wanted to cry out that he wasn't his sweet boy, that he didn't enjoy his pet names, but he could only focus on the pain. He was starting to lose any will to cry or fight back. He just wanted to go back to sleep and wished to see his family again.
Once the man pulled out of his hole, he was relieved, for no longer than a few seconds however. The invader pushed it in again with more urgency, and then began thrusting at a decent pace, letting out a low groan. Paul began to cry out but he couldn't do much, just throwing his head around begging him to just stop.
"Relax and it won't hurt, baby boy." He cooed softly, but Paul couldn't relax, his asshole unable to handle the foreign object, only tightening around it the more he thrusted into him.
The man continued thrusting at a leisure pace for an uncountable amount of minutes, it felt like hours to Paul who still had lost any more energy to yell or scream, just softly sobbing. But the night sky was still the same color, and the invader soon sheathed to a hilt in his body, moaning. The warm cock in his hole began twitching and starting to fill it with loads and loads of warm liquid. He could only assume in disgust, that it was his semen.
"Oh - oh, it feels so good. I know you did too. Don't you?"
He just shook his head in response, sniffling and turning his head away from him.
"Aw, don't feel bad, my innocent boy. I'll come back soon." The invader pulled out and zipped up his pants back. He reached over to caress his cheeks slowly after, making his head flinch in response to his touch. "You wanted this, I don't get it."
"I d-didn't want it! Please don't come back. Or I'll call the police! Please!" Paul's stomach stopped twisting in knots, at least he decided to spare him for the meantime.
"Paul, Paul, Paul. I don't think that's a smart decision. You know why?" The boy swallowed nervously, as the invader continued in a calm manner, "There might just be a little accident happening to Jessica. If I see you even walking in the same direction as the police station or see you on the news, she won't wake up again."
"Please! Just leave her out of this! I don't care what happens to me. I won't report you! You can use me as much as you want to! Just leave her alone! Leave my girlfriend alone.." He weakly cried out, his throat sore from the crying, to the man's glee. He wanted to scream out that he's a sick fuck for wanting to involve anyone else, especially Jessica, but he couldn't. He felt helpless.
"What a nice boyfriend my Paul is." He pressed his lips on his forehead, and pulled away. "I'm going to cut your restrains now as a reward for your good behavior, okay?"
The invader pulled out his sharp blade to slice off the ropes one by one. Even after the restrains released it's grip on him, he still stayed motionless with his pants down and his ass leaking the man's semen all over the bed. How he didn't want to fight the man anymore, he doesn't want to get anyone else hurt.
"Jessica. Please, leave Jessica alone." Paul begged once again, looking at the man, who was walking to the light switch.
"Only if you hold up your end of the deal, my sweet boy." He flicked the lights off, and left the boy in silent darkness before leaving the room. "Sleep well, okay? I'll come back soon."
Paul could hear the soft creak of the attic door opening and the steps above his room, but he wasn't sure if he was here to stay another night or leave.