Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose No, he couldn't enjoy what was being done to him, all this was against his will and he wasn't interested in men, not in the least! Or so he told himself since he hadn't ever experimented with them, so how was he to know what he liked and what he didn't? One couldn't just say they didn't like something just because it wasn't widely accepted in society. Tristan's body tensed as his length was teased by the other male's mouth in a most unfair manner. Part of him wanted to simply give in to how he was feeling but a bigger part was outraged that Falin could take such liberties with him without his permission! Taken care of? You didn't kill him, did you? Tristan exclaimed, afraid of what the answer would be. If he had let Carlos die because of his poor judgment, he would forever feel guilty about all this. He bit back a whimper as Falin's fingers ran over his hard nipples and turned his head to the side. He didn't want to give Falin the satisfaction of seeing his face. But when those invasive fingers went lower and started to stroke his tight entrance, Tristan's eyes flew open and a little gasp escaped his lips at the thought of what Falin might want to do to him here. The other male only served to confirm his fears when he told him he was going to fuck him and the blond's struggles renewed as he sought to escape the bonds that held him in place. No! He exclaimed as Falin's mouth descended on him again and Tristan bit down on his lip, intentionally causing himself pain in order to regain some sort of hold on his sanity. Things only seemed to get worse when Falin's lips wrapped around his cock a second time and Tristan whimpered as the male's mouth worked its magic on him. One thing was for certain, this wasn't Falin's first time doing something like this which made him wonder. Tristan let out a shocked gasp a moment later when Falin's tongue entered him and paid special attention to the outer ring of muscles before delving into the inner ones. Despite himself, he was starting to feel really good and his breathing deepened. That was when fingers replaced the warm, wet tongue and Tristan bit back a groan as he felt himself being stretched and he turned his head to the side, long blond hair concealing his face from view. He let out a little cry when those fingers suddenly hit the little bundle of nerves inside him and his cock instantly became hard which in turn made his cheeks flush. Why me? Tristan managed to get out, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes not making eye contact with the other male. There really was nothing he could do with his wrists bound and restrained above his head and the way his lower appendages had been restrained made it impossible. Impossible to resist for the most part. He cried out as Falin entered him a second later, his body throbbing with the pain of having something unfamiliar inside his most vulnerable area. The blond's rapist grabbed his chin shortly afterward and forced him into an unwanted kiss as well and Tristan had no choice but to allow this to happen although his eyes remained open which showed his resentment at what was being done to him. A little gasp escaped him once more as Falin pinched one of his nipples as he thrust in and out of him and Tristan let out a muffled groan as that tender spot inside was hit again and his breathing deepened and quickened once more. He made a muffled sound of protest but couldn't do much more in the situation he was currently in which made him feel extremely frustrated. If this continued, he was certain he would lose control of his body and that was something he didn't want. Since it would give his rapist the satisfaction of making him climax like he had wanted. Even if he couldn't stop him from taking his body, he could at least do this.