Villify

“You were complaining about how much of a ‘loose whore’ I am, right? So why don’t we play with him?”
The look the man gave Devon sent shivers down his spine. Those cold, unloving eyes of Dwight had only malice within them. And he didn’t have to look far to see just what the man was capable of doing. Faiz, the youth who now held his legs open, was bloodied and bruised.  But he seemed to revel in that abuse. Devon, on the other hand…
“P-Please, let me go. I-I-I won’t tell anyone what I saw.”
The man inched close and grabbed Devon’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“Oh, I don’t give a rat’s ass about what you saw.”
The man buried his nails into Devon, making the youth hiss in pain,
“I just need a new ‘toy.’ Especially one that’ll let me clear up some….old frustrations. Your uncle did quite a number on me when I met him.”
Dwight let his other hand reach down, brushing past Devon’s cock and going lower.
“He watched me suffer, and probably enjoyed it. So now…”
Devon cried out when he felt a digit get shoved into him harshly.
“I hope he gets to see me break his adorable nephew from the deepest pit in hell.”
Devon tried to push the man back, but Faiz grabbed his arms in a lock and pulled them behind his back. The feel of the calloused hand within him made Devon squirm, rough skin tearing at his once-virgin ass. Things only became worse when he felt something pop within him.
“Oh…you’re one of those guys that can get knocked up, ey?”
The look on the man’s face repulsed the youth, making him turn away. He knew his fate would be far worse than what had happened to Faiz, who seemed to let out a quiet moan at the sight before him.
“That makes things a loooot more interesting.” He immediately pulled his finger out, making Devon’s body shudder. He could already feel something warm trickle from his hole, and it wasn’t hard to guess what it was.
The man fondled his own cock, bringing it to full mast before he positioned himself at Devon’s entrance.
“Don’t worry kid,” Dwight grabbed a handful of Devon’s hair and made him look him straight in the eye. Pure hatred seemed to fill those jade orbs. “I’ll make sure to leave you with a niiiice present to let you remember every little thing that’s about to happen to you.”
“N-No, please….don’t do this.” Devon started to shake his body in an attempt to free himself, to stop from becoming even more tarnished than he was. As Dwight inched closer, Devon became desperate. With few options left, Devon slammed his head back against Faiz, hearing a sick cracking noise as skull met nose.  However, instead of a scream of agony, he heard a moan followed by something warm shooting against his back.
“Hehe, didn’t you see all the shit I did to him, kid?” Dwight leered, “He loves betting hurt. It’s what gets him off. And that’s what’s gonna make this even sweeter.”
He leaned in close, and whispered into Devon’s ear “You don’t like it.
The howl of pain that came out of Devon as Dwight plunged himself filly into him was inhuman. Tears streaked down his cheek as the man began to move within him. His insides felt as if they were going to be pulled out with each draw of the man’s shaft from within him.
“Oh yes, that’s what I need. Keep crying, kid. C’mon, call out for your friends. Beg for them to help you.”
A demented smile spread on the man’s face as he slammed into his victim, hoping to draw out more of that pained look from the teen. Using what little willpower he had within him, Devon tried to stifle the sounds of agony in the hopes the man would give up. But all that did was worsen the situation.
“You fucking bitch.” A hand went to his throat. At that moment, Devon felt his mind travel back, leaving behind his body and the little will he had left.
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“That sucked….”
Dwight finished minutes later, drawing out his cum and blood covered cock slowly from the teen and watching the mixture of fluids pour out. Devon had gone catatonic after he grabbed his neck, making him into, in Dwight’s own words, ‘a sex toy.’ But he didn’t complain, for the fear that was frozen on Devon’s face was arousing to the man.
As he cleaned up, he took one last look at the still-collapsed youth before looking at the ground.
“I hope you don’t mind me barging in on your family tree, Abe.”