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Weeks had passed since The Spot's threat was resolved, Miguel apologized to Miles for what he said, taking back his claim that Miles was the original anomaly, and how he was up to let people die for no clear reason. Miles did not hold a grudge against Miguel. In fact, he forgave him very quickly. Easily talking to him as a pair. He also got a watch to travel the multiverse with his friends.
The reality is that he had strong repressed feelings that were difficult to communicate, especially for the emotionally absent Miguel O'hara. He had no connection or physical touch with anyone for over five years until he met Miles. The guy was nice and friendly to everyone, but he was also very physical. He liked to touch people. Miguel went crazy inside every time Miles got close to him, his heart pounded, and his body heated. But he was always good at hiding it.
Days passed in which Miles began to gain confidence around Miguel, making some off-color jokes or mentioning the man's undoubtedly good physique. He never noticed Miles used to be like that with everyone, he thought it was only with him, so he took it as an invitation. This further fueled Miguel's delirium. He started creating sick fantasies where he groped Miles in every possible way, tasted his skin, and made him completely his. In those fantasies, Miles enjoyed being with Miguel, begging for him to touch him more, to hold him rougher, to fuck him harder.
Every waking hour he was thinking about the boy and the things he would do to that thin body. Miles was completely ignorant of what Miguel felt, which made the sudden invitation to his apartment surprising. Miles thought it would be a meeting between multiple Spiders, but when he arrived, it was only him and Miguel in that secluded place.
They entered Miguel's room, Miles still oblivious of Miguel's intentions.
"Oh, half lit room, this is really cool, man! Is that 'cause your sensitive eyesight?" He was looking around, watching all the little gizmos and decorations on the grown man's space. Then he turned around.
"Your room looks okay, I mean. Not like futuristic or anything but –hey, where are your clothes?" Miles looked down, Miguel was completely naked, half hard cock, walking directly at him, cornering him to the bed while maintaining eye contact.
"Miles, after all your teasing, your jokes and your flirtatious antics... I'm gonna do what you wanted..."
Miles was taken aback because of Miguel's nudity, putting his hands in front of his chest like a shield, in a pathetic attempt to reason with him."I– I'm a little lost. What are you talking about? Flirtatious– what?"
"I'm gonna fuck you like no one ever has before." Miguel grabbed his dick and began to jerk it off.
"No one ever has fucked me before so the bar is really low, trust me." He joked, trying to lighten the mood, yet he was increasingly more nervous by the proximity. "I'm going to make you scream like a bitch, you're gonna be begging me to keep going until you're completely drained and shit faced." It was like Miguel became deaf for a moment, drooling with prying eyes roaming all over Miles's body.
"Hey man, that's not funny anymore, I mean, woah! Calm down! Miguel, wait!"
Then Miguel attacked him, pinning him down to the bed and shredding his spider suit to pieces.
He tied Miles's arms with his webs above his head, making him unable to move. He opened his legs and tethered them to his calves, creating the perfect position for Miguel to finger him. Miles gasped and began screaming.
"Miguel, stop!! Oh fuck, are you serious!? Oh my GOD!! HELP!! Someone help me!!"
He sounded desperate, feeling an intrusion to his body like that, was a first for him, something completely foreign, it was disgusting.
"Yes, keep screaming, this is the only residence within a 5 kilometer radius, nobody's gonna hear you... But your voice turns me on so much..."
Miguel whispered in a low raspy voice, as if he wanted to devour Miles. All whilst ramming and scissoring the poor kid's ass with his thick fingers.
"SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!" Miles' eyes filled with tears of pain and dread. Trying to free his arms or legs from the webs was harming him, it felt like they were burning his skin each time he tried to break them. Soon, his flesh started to rip apart under them, tainting the webs in red. Miguel pulled out his fingers and positioned his tip right on the rim. "You're gonna take this dick so good, eh? Te la voy a meter toda y lo vas a disfrutar como la puta que eres."
"WHAT!? NO! MIGUEL, PLEASE! WAIT, STOP! WHAT'S HAPPENING!? AHH!!" A long and painful scream from Miles receiving Miguel's whole dick in one single thrust. His eyes closed tightly, shedding more weak tears, he bit his lip so hard he drew blood from it. "what's going on?" Miles thought, he was utterly confused. How could he end up in a situation like this? Tied up and bleeding from the wounds done by Miguel's talons and the tight webs keeping him wide open for the man above him.
"Ah, what a treat you are. Such a little, slim, and pure body, but you clench around me like a whore." Miguel's big hand pressed against Miles' belly, there was a big bulge poking his skin up, Miguel pushed it down, earning a cry from Miles, then he barely grabbed it over the boy's skin and moved it around inside of him, moaning loudly by the feeling. His talons extended, tearing Miles's smooth flesh as if it was pudding.
"Please... s...op this... h- hurts!" Miles was sobbing, unable to speak properly. He only made incoherent and pathetic mumbling.
"If you say that, you're just gonna make me fuck you harder." Miguel started thrusting, each thrust brought moans and groans of pleasure, yet Miles could only scream and try to move away, to escape from Miguel's webs.
The pain was so much Miles could barely think, but he tried and screamed again "Lyla!! Lyla, help me!!"
Lyla popped out of nowhere, the light she produced reflected off Miles' spilled blood. She looked directly into his big, watery eyes, then put a finger on her lips "Shhh." She smiled, took out her phone and waved it in front of him before disappearing. Miles felt devastated. His crying and screaming only got faint and hopeless. Miguel laughed at it, towering over Miles. His shoulders so big Miles couldn't look anywhere else.
"Que ternura, eres una delicia." His fangs sank deep into Miles's flesh, his small body feeling a cold draft from the bite to his toes. His body tensed and his muscles cramped. He felt a strong pang in his head and his vision was gradually becoming blurry.
Miguel sucked the blood drawn from his bite and made some distance between them. He looked at where he was thrusting. Blood and feces mixed together right from Miles's hole. Miguel made a distorted face, he was enjoying it, his dick completely covered in red from the blood and tinted with shit from that virgin ass, it was only expected that the kid wasn't clean or prepared for the occasion. Miguel couldn't care less, the mere thought of him being Miles's first time was intoxicating, ripping his insides apart was oddly romantic in his mind.
Miles's screams began quieting down as his voice got hoarse and broken, his face was covered in tears and snot, his eyes red and puffy, his lips scarred from biting them, yet Miguel still kept going.
"Mom..." Miles whispered in a sob. As a last resource out of fear and desperation, he called for Rio. He knew she wouldn't come and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to confront Miguel. But still, his mind was so lost in terror, that he couldn't do anything else but call for his mom, he felt he was dying.
Miguel heard Miles cries, but it only turned him on even more, his cock sliding easily in and out thanks to the revolting mix of fluids and the tearing of Miles's insides. It only made it easier to go deeper into the boy's body.
"Que tierno eres, llamando a tu mami. Es tan jodidamente sexy."
He began with a deeper and more aggressive pounding, the clapping sound filled the room, yet Miles cries ceased. He finally passed out from the pain, shock and fear.
Miguel kept pounding Miles's beastly destroyed hole, his dark skin now covered in blood red scratches that were trying to heal. His body was inert, only the bulge forming on his lower abdomen thanks to Miguel's size was moving. Miles's eyes were open, but blank, rolled to the back of his skull, he was completely gone. The only noises made now were the sloppy, wet and relentless sounds of their skins smacking together, plus Miguel's sickening groans.
After a few last and merciless thrusts, Miguel finished inside Miles with a rough moan. He pulled out, causing all the blood accumulated inside to spread on the sheets, blood, come and feces mixed in a small puddle between Miles's lanky and harmed legs.
The man chuckled, looking at the mess he's done of the boy, all the scratches, his piteous face deformed by desperation and angst and, of course, his teared up ass, all broken, bloody and prolapsed.
"Que maravilla... una verdadera obra de arte." He leaned forward and kissed Miles's forehead, soft and tenderly. He caressed his cheek and whispered "I love you too."
He stood up and cleaned himself before heading to the bathroom, leaving Miles on the bed, his limbs still tied up like a pig in a slaughterhouse, the webs buried in his skin from how much he had struggled to remove them, without success. He was destroyed in body and soul, covered in his own waste and blood, his insides spilling out of him through his hole, as if Miguel had ground them into a crimson pulp.
Miles didn't wake up the next morning.