Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose There was no doubt in his mind that his attacker had indeed killed Carlos because the man was an assassin, so why wouldn't he have completed his mission? But the reason why he had been chosen was because he was beautiful? Tristan wished he wasn't so appealing to the eye if that was the case, at least not to this man. But there wasn't much he could do about it right now. He blinked upon hearing there was more. So, if he hadn't fought back as he had, he wouldn't have caught the other male's eye? Then it hadn't just been his looks, it had been everything he had done up until this point. Well if that was the case, this would have been inevitable. He was not the type of person to simply look the other way when something bad was happening in front of him. Tristan chewed on his bottom lip in frustration at the thought. But if he had known things would end up like this, would he still have tried to save Carlos? He gasped as his rapist sank deeper into him and choked back a cry of frustration at his helplessness to do anything about it. Despite himself, his body arched up off the bed as the thrusts rubbed and teased that particular spot deep inside him that caused pleasure. Please, don't! Tristan pleaded as he fought against the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. He held on for as long as he could but eventually was forced to succumb to his body's urges and came with a strangled scream, splattering himself with his own seed. Panting, the blond came down from his high and averted his eyes. He was mad at himself for letting his rapist get what he wanted from him and didn't want to look at the assassin. But he was also annoyed because it had felt so good at the same time. Still, it wasn't all pleasure - his ass hurt due to having been a virgin before this and probably would be sore for a long time. But at least it was over. He disliked how Falin used his hair to clean his cock but dared not say anything in response because he was afraid his rapist might fuck him again as punishment and that was something he didn't want. However, when he heard Falin's next words, Tristan looked up, a stunned look on his face. Fear once more came to his eyes and his breathing quickened at the thought of being taken a second time. The man left the room without releasing him and Tristan instantly renewed his efforts at freeing himself from the restraints. He focused most of his efforts on the rope binding his wrists together. If he could get those off, he could easily free the rest of himself afterward. But during the rape, due to his struggles and the way the thrusts had moved his body back and forth, the ropes had tightened, making it impossible to escape without inflicting a good amount of damage on his wrists. Tristan didn't much care though about injuries as long as they weren't life-threatening to him. The thought of suffering through a second rape at the hands of that assassin was enough to spur him on. Sure, it had felt good but he didn't want to be with the other male. He wanted to be with whoever he wanted to be with! Not be forced into having sex with that man. Tristan's blue eyes widened when Carlos suddenly stumbled into the room and his cheeks instantly flushed a dark red when he saw the male's eyes roam over his naked and used form. So he was still alive after all. He instantly averted his eyes, not wanting to look at Carlos at the moment. What an embarrassing situation to be seen in... especially by the man he had tried to save. He was relieved though when the other male said nothing and simply helped free him from his restraints. Tristan immediately left the room and went to the shower. He winced as his ass protested along the way. All throughout the shower, memories kept coming back to him of Falin's fingers on his nipples, his mouth on his cock and then his cock in his ass. He came in the shower a second time as he fingered himself and banged his head against the shower stall as he wondered what was wrong with him. Once he had returned to his room, he glanced over at Carlos who was still there and cleared his throat. We should move you to a better place. I don't know where would be safe but there must be a reason why he didn't kill you yesterday. Tristan told him and made reservations at a local hotel for two separate rooms that were right next to eachother. I'll stay up this time and see if he comes tonight. He told Carlos and when night fell, Tristan stayed up in a chair in the corner of the room. All the lights were off and he had placed extra pillows underneath the covers. To make it look like he was there. Hopefully the assassin would buy it and he could get the advantage over him for once.