Second meeting [+18]

Second meeting [+18]
Tags: Boy on boy, crossdressing, rape, violence, yandere, drama, sukumizu.
Notes: Still not pseudorape, characters get hurt. Has more story this time. Contains some mild sissification.


Tora the stalker: Tora threw his submerged head back towards the water's surface to catch some air. His long hair raised pillars of water in arcs that came splashing down towards the placid lake. Although the evening air was still warm after a sunny day, the clear sky promised this to be a cold night. The slightest wind blew warmly and somewhat ominously among the trees of the forest, rustling the leaves.

Swimming in place with half of his face under the water's dark surface and staring towards the rocky shore, Tora had lately been thinking about the foxboy he had met some time ago. After their last encounter, Tora had kept following him around for some time, now wondering whether he could still be found staying around here. Thinking of checking on him tonight, Tora began to swim towards the shore with a determined expression of his face.

Medi Roj: After fleeing from his previous hovel he had tried to make himself as scarce as possible, ditching the dirty panties and making for the more warm climate a little ways into a different forest altogether. Still, it was hard not to look over his shoulder now and again, waiting for that little blonde psycho to jump at him from afar. He wouldn't put it past him.

Standing in the water, naked as the day he was born he was pressing his clothes in it, trying to get them washed out. Grass stains were a pain on your unmentionables. It would be a waste to toss it.

Tora the stalker: Mostly occupying his mind with planning terrible deeds whilst swimming, it took some time for Tora to notice a humanoid form standing next to shore in the distance. Immediately after registering this he submerged himself as deep as he could without having to hamper his vision, keeping his eyes tightly locked on the possible target. Being the stalker that he is, Tora swam as silently as he could towards a part of the shore that had view to the figure obstructed by cattails and other sizeable plants, closing in on what could possibly become his next victim if he were to approach carefully.

Medi Roj: Once he was finished washing the clothes.. as best he could he moved to the shore and started to shake them out. It was a shame. He just wanted to wear it now.. but he guessed it would just have to wait. His ear pricked. He.. Thought he heard something. Looking around a confused expression came over him. "Hello?" He called out, into.. what he hoped was nothingness.

Tora the stalker: Tora froze upon hearing a voice, just barely managing to hold his body at the optimal altitude while keeping as soundless as he could. It was definitely a familiar voice and he could have sworn it belonged to the foxboy. Opting to stay in place for a short moment to avoid detection and then resuming swimming, Tora soon reached a stony part of the shore that was almost completely surrounded by tall cattails. The stones were easy to climb onto and the cattail patch extended almost right next to the source of the voice, providing good cover. Good portion of the way was also covered in sand, so sneaking barefoot without making much sound would be easy. Tora couldn't help grinning from how well this was going so far as he was now getting very close to the source.

Medi Roj: This was getting a little spooky. Grabbing onto his food for the night he headed back into his little hidey-hole underground, closing the makeshift trapdoor above him. It gave him a sense of security, knowing there was only one way for a predator to get in. Sitting back on his bed he waited for a second, just to see.. Just to smell.. If there was something there.. He had to be cautious.

Tora the stalker: Watching Medi from a safe distance, it was clear that he had become suspicious. Well, what did Tora really expect? Medi is probably half-animal or something and living in the forest tends to cultivate a careful nature. Following him and seeing him close a trapdoor to what must have been his new home, Tora doubted that he'd be able to move the lid without making noise.
This was certainly troublesome. He might seriously have to consider caging Medi soon if he was going to become this much more cautious after an encounter. Squatting in the bushes and shivering a little from the cool breeze in his wet school swimsuit, Tora considered the possibility of returning to his backpack to retrieve some tools, but decided against it. He began slowly creeping towards the door with utmost care and after reaching a good spot nearby, he stopped to listen for a short moment.

Medi Roj: It took him a little while before he just decided that there was nothing there.. He'd been paranoid before, so this wasn't out of the realm of possibility to be paranoid now. It was.. All in his head for sure. Bundling himself up he shuffled around a small pile of clothes before flopping down. No one is there.. No one is there.. If he just thought that, he could calm down.

Tora the stalker: Waiting for the sounds of shuffling from beyond the door to die out and then waiting some more just for good measure, Tora had a couple of close calls trying to hold back from sneezing,feeling a little cold. He probably couldn't afford to wait much longer anyway, time paved way for mistakes after all, so he crouched next to the door and investigated it for a bit, deciding that there wasn't much he could do besides hoping for the best. Opening it slowly but steadily somewhat ajar, Tora took a peek inside.

Medi Roj: Curling up in his bed he gave a little mumble in his sleep. He used to be a heavy sleeper, but ever since the attack he'd learned to sleep more and more lightly.. Today wasn't his lucky day.

Tora the stalker: Stifling a snicker into a soundless expression of amusement, Tora opened the door enough for him to pass through, stepped inside and closed it behind him, all this with constant care put into his actions. Creeping towards sleeping Medi with excited but silent steps, Tora's figure loomed right above him, ready to pounce any moment now. He steeled his nerves and prepared for a fight.

Medi Roj: The second that door closed his eyes were open. And seeing the figure above him was enough to get him gasping for air, moving fast he grabbed the other by the face and shoved him back as he lept to his feet, panting hard as he tried to get to the door. This wasn't his imagination.

Tora the stalker: Although the sudden burst of movement and the subsequent attack from Medi was impossible to defend against, Tora didn't flinch much, just barely managing to keep his balance. When the foxboy tried to run by, predictably aiming for the door, Tora grabbed and pulled on his arm with a stern grip, hoping that this would throw the fox off balance.

Medi Roj: He didn't let it stop him, he jerked his arm fast, kicking out a leg to try and nail the stalker as best he could. "Get off!" He screamed, putting all his force into getting himself free and out of danger.

Tora the stalker: Tora took the hit, his face contorting from pain. Retaliating immediately by grabbing a hold of the extended leg, he pulled on both limbs now, leaning slightly backwards for additional strength and letting out a forced laughter.

Medi Roj: Squealing, he flopped down on his ladder, hitting it face first. That was gonna leave a serious bruise. It fucking hurt already. Giving a groan he clawed at the floor to sit up before kicking out at him again, moving forward in a scramble to try and scratch him.

Tora the stalker: Tora backed off a little to avoid the claws, not completely avoiding the kick. Such ferocity was honestly a little unexpected and Tora's stomach, now having taken two hits, was hurting a whole lot. "Haah... haah... I came for a surprise visit, love! Don't make me hurt you-!" Quite literally pouncing at Medi, almost like a cat, Tora attempted to pin the dangerous clawed hands against the wall with the weight of his jumping attack behind him.

Medi Roj: It was a surprising amount of weight for a little guy, but he was a little guy himself. The cat pinned the foxboy right away as he struggled against the other's arms. "You already did!" he barked, struggling his limbs as hard as he could as his claws were pressed against the dirt walls. This was just unfair.

Tora the stalker: Successfully incapacitating the foxboy made Tora's eyes light up with joy as he glared poisonously into the other's eyes. Taking advantage of the moment, Tora pressed his moist body against Medi's and tried forcing a kiss on him, aiming for the lips and letting out a long, soft, moaning breath.

Medi Roj: Squirming as he felt those lips on him, he managed to get them to slip off but it was about all he could do. "Go away.. Not again!" He insisted. Getting pretty upset, restless and scared.

Tora the stalker: Tora ignored the protests and pressed even harder onto Medi, rubbing his small erect thing bulging beneath the wet swimsuit against Medi's abdomen, breathing words into his ear. "Where are the panties, Medi? You haven't forgotten our promise, have you? Don't make me hurt you~"

Medi Roj: He froze up for a second. He completely forgot about those. Ditched 'em as soon as he had a chance. "I.. I don't have 'em.." It was hard to even say that.

Tora the stalker: Just seeing Medi's expression already told everything so hearing the words felt like a slap to the face. Tora's repressed anger was only barely concealed by a traitorous, forgiving smile. Suddenly and violently pulling Medi away from the exit and throwing him towards the ground, Tora drills into the foxboy with a pair of dead serious eyes. "So you lied to me then. It's not very nice to lie about loving someone, you really hurt my feelings, Medi, it really hurts." Somehow Tora manages to sound very convincing while saying this, conveying pain through his words rather well.

Medi Roj: S-shit.. That stung like a mother fucker. Being thrown didn't help his feelings at all. So he had to think fast. Think of something to say. Sitting up with a little bit of effort he glanced to the other boy. "W-well how do you think I feel?" He asked, trying to go for a certain angle on this. "You love me and then leave me for weeks on end? This much time.. You could've found someone else you loved." Pretend for now.

Tora the stalker: Tora quietly watched Medi as he spoke, and it finally seemed as if he was actually listening for once. Watching his smile slowly turn sour spoke volumes of what he thought about it. "Awww, it sounds like I've been neglecting poor Medi! You sound like you need a nice, big hug~" Forcing out a grin, Tora pounced Medi again, this time with a little less force, although he still immediately tried securing the clawed hands by their wrists to keep the foxboy from retaliating.

Medi Roj: Giving a yip as he was held down, he wasn't sure what to think.. On the one hand, he looked a.. little less mad? But on the other, who knew what he was really thinking under those doll eyes of his. "D-don't hug me." He said instantly, still struggling a bit, almost on instinct. At least he .. forgot about the panties.. maybe? "A hug ain't what I need."

Tora the stalker: Tora crept on top of Medi and pressed onto him, twisting his body in a series of deft maneuvers, eventually leading up to them lying symmetrically against each other with Tora on top, their arms extended and Tora still keeping Medi's arms from moving freely. He moved on top of Medi while breathing heavily, their limbs, chests, nipples and cocks rubbing together. "Stop lying!" Tora suddenly hissed. "A hug is exactly what you need now. I'm going give you a real nice hug and then you'll forgive me. You better be grateful to me, you filthy animal."

Medi Roj: Jesus.. This guy really was a psycho. Even his 'forgive me' crap was filled with hatred. Trying to think his way out of this, he really needed a way to either distract him or get his guard down. So for now. He let himself relax for a moment, letting the man get the hug he wanted. Even though he was a weirdo. "Fine.. H-hug me.." If he did what he said for just a moment he had a chance to get him off. Especially now that he could see where his mind was going. Right to sex. There was no way..

Tora the stalker: Tora was a little taken back when he heard Medi asking for this. It was difficult to believe that he would have just given up this easily! Although, all his mind really concerned itself with right now was getting to violate his lovely Medi again, so he kind of didn't mind anyway. "Good boy~ Now, just hold still..." Tora then hooked his legs and arms around Medi's limbs in some kind of submission hold and promptly began crushing him, albeit only weakly. A malicious giggle escaped Tora's lips as he licked Medi's face and started applying increasingly more force into his hold.

Medi Roj: Okay, when he said he'd give in.. he thought Tora would let his damn guard down, not raise it higher. He gave a little squeak, like a mouse as he was squeezed tighter. This was.. Not what he had in mind.. and pretty sure hugging didn't work like this. "H-hey.. That hurts." Maybe if he played it off like a joke? But it was hard to fake being nice when he was wincing in pain.

Tora the stalker: Each time Medi's face gave off signs of pain Tora seemed to get more and more excited and he kept tightening his hold slowly but constantly. "Ahh~ You are so warm, Medi... hey, I'm starting to feel hot, can you feel how hard I am just from hugging you like this? Hehhe~" Tora then starts rocking back and forth, rubbing their bodies together, moving faster the more he stretches Medi's limbs, freely mixing both pain and pleasure. Tora is also breathing much faster now, his aroused sighs filling the air as he enjoys himself at Medi's expense.

Medi Roj: He was getting OFF!? What the fuck!? Just when he thought he got a leg up on the other it was all turned around again. Wasn't that the story of his existence with the other. "I don't wanna." He insisted, trying to squirm back a little as he was rubbed and rutted against. "You.. You haven't been faithful to me, I just know it." He had to keep making up stuff to keep him from fucking.

Tora the stalker: At some point, Tora forgot to keep increasing the force and just kept rubbing and grinding onto the foxboy, his cheeks blushing the color of cherry and his breath ragged and short. Tora was now really starting to get into the mood, causing his strength to falter momentarily on occasion, randomly presenting short windows of weakness. "Poor Medi, so horny that you can't help picturing your faithful wife Tora being taken by someone else, constantly and violently being pounded into by other guys! You are so insufferably perverted~! Ahh!" Tora's cock was now throbbing, his nipples were erect and they could easily be felt through the skintight swimsuit in the midst of the heated frotting.

Medi Roj: Blushing deeply he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with him. Of course, he was getting erect too.. but it was only because of the force. Nothing else. The second he saw some weakness in the other's eyes he violently pushed back, digging claws in before roughly jerking them out, and leaping to his feet. At least this time he had the lead, and had a chance of getting outside.

Tora the stalker: This took Tora entirely by surprise. The claws that Tora had previously managed to keep in check now quickly stabbing in and out of him as he was still overtaken by excitement made him scream, prompting a quick retreat into fetal position on the ground. The sheer surprise combined with the sudden pain had Tora in tears as he tried to collect himself as quickly as possible. "No! Don't leave me, Medi! Please Medi, no!" At last Medi got a glimpse of Tora when he was genuinely afraid, the sorry pile of terrified rapist trembling on the ground, unable to act.

Medi Roj: He paused on the stairs, confused as he looked back to the whimpering pitiful pile on his floor. He felt a pang of.. something. Perhaps it was pity for that rapist. He had to be sick and disturbed. Slowly he walked closer, remaining out of the other's grabbing range. "...How many people do you do this to?" Maybe he could get the guy to feel something?

Tora the stalker: For a short moment, Tora whimpers quietly as he tries to straighten himself with much difficulty. And then, very suddenly, he seemingly loses all his self-restraint and starts to cry. He holds his head with both hands, screams and turns onto his back, the outburst lasting for maybe half a minute before he slowly recovers and manages to say something intelligible, looking at Medi with clouded eyes, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips. "Don't leave me, Medi. I love you." Tora then begins to crawl towards the fox, looking quite pitiful in doing so.

Medi Roj: He stood still. Medi was.. A little weak to people crying. It was just in his nature to freeze up and not know what to do. He let the boy get closer and moved a hand out to pat him on the head, not sure what to do with his hands anyway. "...If you did then you wouldn't attack me all the time, don't you think?"

Tora the stalker: This feeling... it was difficult, weird and Tora didn't like it at all. More than that, someone was again telling him what to do. "Why... are you telling me what I should do. It's none of your business." His smile turning into a sneer, Tora was finally recovering from his emotional attack when suddenly- "Achoo!"
For a short moment, Tora had an absolutely befuddled look on his face, not really sure what to make of this absurd scene that had just unfolded. Laughing didn't really feel appropriate to him at all, so he ended up just sitting there in silence for a moment, looking at Medi like a confused child.

Medi Roj: He was just as confused as his attacker. Hearing someone sneeze.. Well it kinda took the fear factor away a little. "Wanderin' around in clothes like that.. You're gonna get sick." He looked to the side, not sure what to do. Why was he at all concerned. Even the tiny bit that he was for a psycho? Perhaps.. he was hoping for a redeeming factor. "..You should dry off or something."

Tora the stalker: Oh, now he'd done it. Now Tora wasn't only getting told what to do, but also pitied? "Y-y-y-you! F-fuck you!" Tora never thought that he'd ever have to admit it, but now he felt like he was the one being trapped by this unbelievably forgiving, filthy monster. "I hate you! I'll make you pay for this! No one tells me what to do! I still love you, but I also hate you!" Tora had the most unfitting, concerned expression on his face as he began to crawl towards the exit, couple of times attempting to get onto his feet. He wasn't even sure why he still felt so powerless, it was as if all strength had left his body after that damned outburst.

Medi Roj: His eyes widened. What the hell happened to the guy? He was acting.. even crazier than usual. He moved to help the boy up, trying to get him back on his feet. "Forget I said anything okay?" He didn't know what to do. He just wanted him to calm down. "I won't order you around. I won't." If only to get him collected. That was the important thing. Get him together.

Tora the stalker: Tora scoffed at the hand being offered to him, tried getting up a couple more times to no avail and then grudgingly accepting the help, just barely keeping his balance on such wobbly legs. "Nobody tells me what to do." Tora kept muttering to himself as he felt his face turning beet red from being helped by the very person he was supposed to punish. This whole situation was completely surreal. "Fine then, I wouldn't be able to fight you anyway in this condition, why did this have to happen. I just want to go home." Tora was pouting like a child and couldn't stand looking into Medi's eyes for more than a second at a time, which felt exceedingly weird contrasted with his earlier, unrelenting stares.

Medi Roj: It was like he was seeing a different person altogether. Whoever this was.. It wasn't the same as his stalker. This freak he'd conjured.. This person in front of him was different. OR at least in the moment he was. "Where do you live?" He asked calmly, hoping to get the other to a place of sanity. "..I'll help you back."

Tora the stalker: Hearing the last part brought a genuine look of horror on Tora's face. "NO! I'll never lead you there! I'll never... uhhh." Tora felt a little light headed now, from all the shouting, fighting, sex, bleeding, catching a cold, the fatigue, standing up... it was all now rushing into his head and he couldn't think straight. He'd either give Medi directions or succumb to the awfully forgiving foxboy's viles. There wasn't much time for decisions however, as Tora felt the blanket of unconsciousness starting to cover his vision. "I... M-medi, I'm... feeling... afraid..." Without much warning, he then passed out.

Medi Roj: "H-hey!" He didn't have time to catch him before he collapsed but the foxboy did pick him up afterwards. Now he was pretty worried. And had no clue why he cared. but.. that wasn't important. He wasn't going to have someone die on him. He led Tora back to his bed and made him a makeshift pillow out of clean clothes to rest his head on, and moved to get him something to warm up his body. He watched over the stalker.

Tora the stalker: Tora's face while he slept was just like the face of anyone else's, no crazy smiles or weird stares, just the placid breathing of a vulnerable human being coupled with the neutral expression of deep sleep. He moaned and bit his lip occasionally and could have been mistaken for just a normal, cute-looking boy. It was kind of a pity, really. Tora slept for perhaps three or four hours before waking up, slowly opening his eyes to a foreign room he had no memory of falling asleep in, the unusual surroundings prompting a question. "...where am I?"

Medi Roj: "You're with me." Medi went to sit by the other's side, moving to put his hand on Tora's forehead to feel his temperature. He didn't have a fever at least, but what ever made him collapse..? It was.. confusing. "You passed out here.. You.. I don't know what was with you."

Tora the stalker: Tora's eyes widened as he realized the situation, memories cascading back into his consciousness, triggered by looking at Medi. For a moment, it seemed like he was about to fly into a fit or rage or something, but the excitement went away as quickly as it had come. There was no use in struggling right now. "You. Why... are you doing this to me? My sickness is incurable, you know." Tora looked into Medi's eyes, this time not with contempt but with serenity. Perhaps he was at least partially lucid after all, although there was no telling how long it would last.

Medi Roj: Well that was a new look, even if he did brace himself for a moment for the other to fly off the handle. What was he even talking about? It's not like he knew much about the guy other than him .. being a creepy rapist who claimed to love him. Hell, the only reason he helped was because he felt he would be horrid if he didn't. "..I didn't know you were sick?" He gave a shrug. "Either way, I just couldn't leave someone lyin' there."

Tora the stalker: For a brief moment, Tora's eyes had a dumbfounded look in them that promptly turned into joy, coupled with a dry smile. His voice was weak, but it had a happy tone to it. "Liar. Everyone says that I'm sick, you must also think that. I always end up hurting them because they always break their promises." Tora tried moving his arm and managed to raise it above his head. Opening and closing his fist, he could feel strength slowly returning to him. "I still love you, Medi. I'm glad to hear that you want to help me love you~"

Medi Roj: Okay. Should he be running right now? Honestly, Medi had no idea whether or not he should. It was.. Kind of a scary moment but he stood stock still as he watched the blonde. "What're you talking about?" Everything he said was pretty confusing. So how on earth was he meant to know what meant what with this guy.. "Whaddya mean by breaking promises? Which ones?"

Tora the stalker: Hearing Medi say that saddened Tora, his voice lowering close to a whisper. "I'll still forgive you though, everybody makes mistakes now and then. You just lost the panties by accident, right?" Tora attempts to reach out and touch Medi with a slow-moving hand. "It'll be our secret."

Medi Roj: Not knowing how to respond he moved to take the other's hand, linking their fingers. "Yeah. It was just an accident." He faked a little smile, trying to get the other calm. If it would make him happy then.. "You can tell me your secrets too."

Tora the stalker: Tora reciprocated the gesture, although he used more force than Medi did. Staying silent, he looked the fox into the eyes, seemingly getting his stare back, almost smiling. After a long silence, he spoke again. "Fuck. I'm gonna need a smoke." Groggily raising his other arm and holding the palm against his forehead, Tora looked annoyed. This feeling of weakness was probably due to having just woken up, as he was beginning to feel relatively normal already. He made sure to seem weaker to Medi than he actually was: perhaps the situation would still be salvageable.

Medi Roj: "Smoke?" He'd never heard of that other than fire.. but.. He didn't really know anything about cigarettes and cigars. The human world had a lot of mysteries about it that he didn't understand, "What're ya talking about? Is it really that cold?" The cluelessness of the situation caught him off guard and frankly made him look like the fool for now.

Tora the stalker: "You... don't know what a smoke is?" Tora's expression became increasingly more amused, culminating in a sneering laughter. "Wow, are you seriously an animal or something? Smokes are normal people things, they make you feel sharp. I'll give you some next time I have the chance." Tora let Medi's hand go so as to help himself get up, putting on an act of a weakened state. He had to take this nice and slow if he was to catch the keen foxy thing off guard. He'd have his wonderful rape toy tonight for sure, the mere thought making him a little erect.

Medi Roj: He gave a huff as the other messed with his head. Just when he was thinking he might get to like the guy better he had to taunt him like that. "Pardon me for not knowin' about your weird human things. Ain't my problem." He insisted.

Tora the stalker: The mood had begun to turn back into the lovely bickering Tora valued over the prior sappy kindness, but he soon realized that being too insolent now could get Medi's defenses back up, he had to appear weak. "It's okay, love. Smoking feels good, you know... uhh..." Tora rose slowly to his hands and knees, trembling a little for effect. He should strike sometime soon he thought, while looking at Medi with a dash of affinity visible on his mostly neutral expression.

Medi Roj: "Well.. No.. I don't know." he insisted, raising an eyebrow a little as he scooted back just a bit. What was so great about this 'smoking' thing? and ... what was so great about smoke in general. "It sounds like it stinks really badly." Just from the name.

Tora the stalker: "You get used to the bitter taste pretty quickly... ugh, talking about it is making me want it even more." Tora had the widest mental grin right now, this situation was absolutely delicious. Now he just needed something to distract the foxboy and a good moment to strike. "D-do you have any water? I'm so thirsty... I should also get going soon." It was probably pretty cold out there, in the dark woods on a clear night and with a strong wind blowing, so Medi might be discouraged from escaping outside altogether.

Medi Roj: "Eh? I guess.. Just don't touch my stuff while I'm gone, okay?" He moved to get up, taking something to wrap himself in and a jug to collect the water. "and don't do that smoking in here.. whatever it is.." Climbing up the ladder he didn't think twice. Maybe he let his guard down too much, but he was guessing it was just a stupid mistake in the end.

Tora the stalker: Quickly considering his options, somewhat uncharacteristically Tora resolved to not strike just yet, as it would be too obvious. This meant a grueling while of exercising patience... but also some additional time to plan his attack. "T-thank you, Medi." Tora replied, putting on his best adorable expression, snuggling against the makeshift bedsheet he had been sleeping under. Medi wouldn't go far in this weather, there was not way he'd run away at this point.

Medi Roj: God, it was freezing outside. Still.. He managed to get some water and run back as fast as he could, hopping down without using the ladder and tossing the flask on the bed around the other with a little huff, putting his hands up to his mouth to breathe hot air into them. "It's.. clean enough, I think."

Tora the stalker: When Medi returned, Tora was lying sideways with his eyes closed, nearby thump of the flask signaling that it was time to start looking for an opening. He pretended having been woken by the noise, reaching slowly for the flask. First step was to wait for Medi to take off his outwear, so Tora kept a close eye on the foxboy while sampling the water.

Medi Roj: Pulling off the cloth he moved to stretch out his legs before picking up a few little things from the ground. While the other was relaxing he might as well get something done, so he plopped himself on the ground and started to sharpen a small rock on the ground.

Tora the stalker: Gladly drinking the water since he wasn't lying about being thirsty, Tora watched Medi get comfortable. The next step was to make sure that the fox wouldn't mind some moderate proximity. Stretching his arms and pulling the bedsheet over his shoulders as a cloak of sorts, Tora approached Medi to look at him work, a genuine expression of curiosity saving him the trouble of putting on a show. In case his approach was successful, the only thing missing would a momentary distraction.

Medi Roj: Glancing over his shoulder he eyed the boy. What was he doing watching him like that? It was a little weird but he couldn't let it distract him from his work. "What're you up for? I ain't gettin' anything else." Well... Not this moment. The guy was too silent. It was a little strange.

Tora the stalker: The first moment Medi was both looking away and didn't have his arms extended very far from his body, Tora threw the cloak that he was holding from both ends over Medi's head and pulled it tight around his waist, effectively tying his arms to his body. Nimbly crossing the ends and pulling on the simple knot tightly, with a sadistic grin on his face Tora tried to pull on the hastily tied foxboy to make him fall over.

Medi Roj: It all happened so fast that he barely had time to react. but he screamed as he felt his arms tightening against his body, flopping ungainly to the floor with a hard smack. "W-what.." He took a deep breath, trying to right himself and being unable to. "What the hell are you doing!? I was helping you!" Why... After all this effort he went through.

Tora the stalker: Tora rolled Medi face down, took both of his arms by the wrists and moved them behind his back, pulling them up along the spine as far he could. Then pressing on where the wrists crossed, Tora finalized a rather effective arm lock. "Gotcha! Now let's have some fun, love~" Trying to crawl on top of Medi's legs, Tora licked his lips.

Medi Roj: Squirming all around he just couldn't help but be confused. "After all I did.. You.. I thought you were gonna let me go!" If he knew this was the case he would've ran as fast as he could the second he had a chance. He couldn't deny the betrayed look on his face.

Tora the stalker: Looking around him, Tora's smirk widened as he picked up a piece of cloth and began to tie Medi's wrists together in a sturdy knot. "I want to fuck you in the ass so bad right now, love~! Let me cum inside you, pretty pretty please?" Now Tora only needed to press on the knot to keep Medi's arms completely locked. Using his other hand to pull the swimsuit's crotch from covering his erect cock and then grabbing Medi's leg by the ankle, Tora moved a little so that he could pull on it to spread Medi's legs apart, exposing his asshole.

Medi Roj: His eyes widened. Not this again. It hurt so much last time, it was hard for him to walk without feeling it. Shaking his head fast he was too worried the other might actually. "D-don't. Don't!" If he was asking.. Then he could try. His legs squirmed fast, trying to recover his hole before the boy got too excited and wanted another look at it.

Tora the stalker: Approaching Medi on his knees, Tora attempts to move his leg on top of Medi's to hold it down. Eventually, he manages to come close enough to prod Medi's pucker with the tip of his cock, dabbing it with some precum. "Ahh... Hey hey, It feels so good just thinking about what's gonna happen next, doesn't it~? I can hardly wait to go all the way inside! Ahh..." Tora keeps prodding the hole, giggling and pushing Medi harder against the ground.

Medi Roj: Being pressed against the dirt he tried to think of something to do, but the weight on his leg was too much to buck off and he was way too close to his ass. "It's gonna hurt! Don't even think about doing it!" Maybe he should've bit him and left him while he could.

Tora the stalker: After prodding the entrance a couple more times Tora began rubbing his glans against the hole by rotating his hips, slowly easing the hole open by stimulating it gently. "Love doesn't hurt, you silly cocksleeve~!" Barely had Tora finished this sentence when he suddenly started pushing in with all his strength, brutally thrusting back and forth and making his way inside little by little with each push. "Ahh! Take it inside you! Take it!"

Medi Roj: No.. No.. Shit. "I am not your cocksleeve!" He squeezed down on that cock, trying to keep him from pushing in like this. but it was no real use. Being held and tied, he didn't have a lot of defense system. Instead he resorted to screaming as the man pushed hard inside. "No.. TAKE IT OUT!"

Tora the stalker: Thrusting a couple more times, Tora then suddenly stopped. "Nah, the slow way ain't nearly as much fun as I thought it would be." After which he pushed all the way inside in one go. Staying there for a while and pressing way too hard against Medi, as if trying to go deeper than was physically possible, Tora started jerking back and forth again and rubbing his body onto Medi's leg. "Mmmhh~ hehehehe! Hey, now isn't this fun?!"

Medi Roj: "No it's not, no it's not!" His voice rang out across the hovel, softened by the dirt as he squirmed. How could he be getting faster and harder. It burned. His asshole was probably bleeding and he couldn't take it. "Y'gotta stop. Y-you.." His voice trailed off in a whimper as tears bloomed in his eyes.

Tora the stalker: "I don't need to do anything you tell me to." Tora threw Medi's leg to the ground, forcing him face-down against the ground and kept fucking him unceasingly while creeping on top of his body and pressing onto it. The other hand freed, Tora grabbed Medi's head and rubbed his face violently into the dirt. "You are a worthless piece of meat meant to get fucked by dicks like this, do you agree?!"

Medi Roj: Squealing he choked, getting some dirt in his mouth and in his eyes. Everything hurt really. "I.. I don't... I don't deserve it." It was a weak voice, the most he could muster in this situation. It was so scary being rebellious, but he felt he had to be.. He didn't want to be a piece of meat.

Tora the stalker: Tora started going faster, pumping in and out of Medi with long, impaling thrusts. He let Medi's head go, instead slapping him on the face like a whip. "You stupid bitch. What do you mean you don't you deserve this? Whatever makes you think you aren't completely worthless?" Tora's eyes had a manic glow in them and his breath came out in heavy sighs of pleasure as he kept going like a merciless beast.

Medi Roj: "Because.. I'm... I'm a good person." Anyone who could be kind to such a beast had to be. His eyes were getting a little blurry, breaths coming a little less often as he went limp. His mind was trying to escape his body, it felt like. It seemed as though if he couldn't leave his body, his mind would go somewhere.. wanting to go into darkness.

Tora the stalker: Tora's penis scraped Medi's fleshy walls again and again with no end in sight, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh stretching further and further as their act intensified and kept going like some sort of eternal torture device. "I love you good person! I love you I love you I love you I love you~!" Tora's hand slithered around Medi's neck and began clutching it, making breathing much more difficult. "You are such a good person Medi! You are so nice to me and that's exactly why I love you so much!"

Medi Roj: As he felt the hand snaking around his neck he snapped out of his daze for a moment as he tried to gasp for air. His face contorting in pain. The combination of the other's cock and hand was too much for this body to handle. He breathed out hard, unable to take much back in as he mouthed pleases to the other, trying to get him to stop. His body was clenching up hard. Would this man kill him?

Tora the stalker: Tora's rhythmic pounding began to reach a sort of plateau, perhaps signifying that some kind of end was finally in sight. "Your asshole feels like heaven, thanks for lending it you stupid cunt! Mmh! Mmaah!" Like a machine, Tora went faster and faster until he finally started shooting inside a stream of warm cum, the final thrust digging in with all his strength, tearing into Medi's asshole with an utter lack of empathy, as if trying to destroy his insides. Holding himself there while trembling convulsively, Tora's mouth opened and his tongue lolled out, incomprehensible enunciation emanating from within. He was still choking Medi, although the grip began slowly loosening as he shivered in ecstasy.

Medi Roj: His body shuddered and shook, unused to the kind of toll that was being dealt out. It seemed that the rips in his ass were more intense than last time. He'd been completely ravaged, and it didn't stop hurting. In fact, now that the initial shock was over with it stung even more, being sprayed with his dirty come. He gasped for air the second he could, but he still wasn't getting much. His eyes were dulling as his face reddened. He needed air.. He needed to calm down.

Tora the stalker: Tora's eyes beamed with malice as he gripped harder on Medi's neck just before letting go of it. He lowered his body onto the foxboy, shouting right next to his ears. "Ahahahaha! You enjoyed that!? Tell me you enjoyed it, you disgusting faggot!" Tora still kept moving inside him with a spiteful expression on his face, not offering time for mental recuperation.

Medi Roj: His body didn't even have the strength to scream. With all his air gone he felt so weak. "I.. I ha-.." He paused for a moment, thinking it might be better to give him what he wanted so he would stop. Biting his lip he tried to fight back tears. "I.. I liked it.." He was a disgusting faggot.

Tora the stalker: Tora went speechless for a moment, his face blushing red and eyes sparkling. "Oh, Thank you Medi! Now I feel like giving you something reaally nice, thehehe~!" Tora came off Medi's back and turned him around, pulling him into an embrace and grabbing his dick. Carefully feeling about its length, he then began slowly stroking it between his thumb and index figer while staring into Medi's eyes. "Now stay put while I administer your reward~"

Medi Roj: "W-what?" He was so out of it from this moment, the air loss going to his head and making him a little dizzy right now. He could barely hold his body up. "W-wait.." He whined, not sure if he really wanted this reward. "You don't.. you don't have to.."

Tora the stalker: "Being modest, are we? Thehehe~! Just shut your trap and concentrate on your dick." Tora lowered his head to bite Medi's neck while keeping up the fondling, using his other fingers to lightly tap along his length as he applied a little more pressure to make the foxboy's foreskin move in accord with the gentle stroking.

Medi Roj: A little jolt came over him as he was bitten, not sure what to do as he squirmed a little. He was awfully confused but.. His dick still responded. "Nhh.." He shuddered a little. "I'm.. I'm really.."

Tora the stalker: "Speak up boy! How do you expect me to hear a squeaking sissy voice like that? What are you really now?" Tora's eyes narrowed as he shot a teasing look into Medi, suddenly giving a nice, long lick to his cheek. Feeling the foxboy getting erect, Tora began to slowly wrap his fingers around the shaft while stroking it, taking it into the soft embrace of his fingers as he giggled mischievously.

Medi Roj: Shuddering hard at that little lick, he couldn't help but get worked up by the other's handiwork. It was a biological thing rather than.. "I.. I'm.. A sissy.. A sissy slut.." He mumbled, leaning his head back. Those words.. might make Tora happy.

Tora the stalker: Hearing the words prompted Tora to really start stroking it, administering pressure along the whole length and keeping up a moderate pace with long, thorough movements of hand. "Who's sissy slut are you? Who made you into such a girly, shameless fagboy now? Nnh." Tora kept licking Medi's cheek while the hand that he used to hold the foxboy up found its way to his nipple, rubbing and pinching on it.

Medi Roj: Biting his lip he tried to stifle a little squeal as the man teased him. He couldn't stop.. He felt like any moment now he'd be in the tipping point of no return. "mm.. Mmm!" He was already leaking pre.. How embarrassing. "Y-you.. You made me the sissy fag.. Th-that I am now.."

Tora the stalker: "And then, lastly, who's going to make you cum after having raped you? What does that make you, I wonder, hmmm?" Tora started kissing Medi's cheek while escalating the handjob into a rapid jerking to bring a horny fox closer to the edge. "Sissy! Dick-loving girlboy. Fag." Tora rolled the nipple between his fingers rapidly, pulling on it, constantly teasing it.

Medi Roj: Moaning hungrily he managed to breathe out, "You.. You will.. You will." Having a hard time focusing he knew he was right on the edge. Maybe he was all the things Tora said he was. A dick-loving slut. Moaning hungrily he gave one buck forward and he couldn't stop it, he started to spill out onto the other's hand, shuddering.

Tora the stalker: Tora kept stroking as Medi started coming, still stimulating him when the pleasure reached its peak. "Good boy~ Now you are starting to understand how you should behave when I'm around. You need to keep me happy no matter what, yes?" Tugging on him a couple more times, Tora let Medi fall to the ground after he was done wringing the seed out. "You are such a pitiful thing. Next time I see you, you better start by presenting your ass to me or I'll have to hurt you again." Tora stood up, pressing his foot on Medi's abdomen, shooting him a glare that certainly didn't mean well.

Medi Roj: He was so out of energy. and.. Now Tora was claiming him, in the animal sense. "W-when.. are you coming back?" He asked, a little out of breath. He wanted to know.. To prepare himself. Maybe to try running again.. but that might make it worse.. Would it be so bad to give in? Well, yeah, it would be. Even if he got to come it didn't take away the fact it was forced, that he was reduced to naming himself Tora's sissy.

Tora the stalker: Tora sneered gleefully. "Hahaha! I thought you'd never ask! I come back when I feel like it and you'll be ready for me no matter what." Pressing his foot harder onto Medi for emphasis, Tora spat and started walking towards the exit. "Then we'll see how long it takes for you to learn from your mistakes." He began to push the door open, ready to leave the violated foxboy behind him just like that.

Medi Roj: When he felt like it? That was his only repose? Slumping down onto the ground he shuddered hard, not sure what to do with himself. He had to get clean.. and he had to stop it from hurting.. but the idea that the stalker would return.. It scared him. Running again wasn't an option. He seemed to find him. "I.. I didn't make a mistake.." He mumbled softly.

Tora the stalker: Tora turned to look at the foxboy, smiling an empty smile. "Be seeing you, love~" were his words as he pushed the door all the way and stepped out, then slamming the door close behind him with unnecessary force. The stalker was now seemingly gone, leaving Medi alone with the howling wind rustling leaves in the pitch black darkness of the forest outside.

Medi Roj: The thought passed through his mind so quickly. Only a demon could smile like that. He waited as long as he could hear the noises outside before struggling to his feet. It hurt to move.. Or think, but at least the noises were gone when he finally looked out the door again. "..Gone.." He mumbled, sitting there as long as he could stand and looking into the darkness. Hoping it was true.

Tora the stalker: Not fond of taking chances, after retrieving his backpack by the nearby lake and putting on some more clothes, Tora stayed hidden near Medi's den a little while, keeping an eye on it for whatever reason. He never saw the foxboy come out, postulating that the treatment must already be taking effect. Based on these two encounters, it might take two or three more to break him in, although you'd never know, sometimes the fun might even last for years. Looking at the den, Tora kept stroking himself for a while in the bushes, thinking of the things to come before leaving.

Medi Roj: Feeling that it was high time to wash himself out, Medi slowly creeped out from his den, always looking around himself for some kind of sign that something was there. He clenched his legs together, trying to keep the sick mess of blood and come inside of his system as he went to the lake. As if this wasn't already hard enough, each step ached.