✿ BL scene. Skip if you're not comfortable ✿

Kyle lay back on the bed, breathing heavily as the sensations slowly died down.

Truly, that man had insane mouth skills.

Kyle was suddenly depressed.

He lay there, exhausted physically and mentally. Sure, he had the second most mind-blowing BJ in his life (then again, he's only 15) but everything just seemed to crash down at that point.

Being handcuffed to the bed was the trigger.

When he had died, it was this intense feeling of helplessness that filled his heart. He had managed to bury it as he worked hard to be strong.

Right now, it seemed like all of his hard work was for nothing.

He was helpless.

He was weak.

A tear rolled down Kyle's cheek.

Randall noticed the change in Kyle and frowning, he looked up and he saw that single tear.

He cursed out loud, angry at himself for making his Dean cry. He went up to Kyle and wiped the tear.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing Kyle's eyes, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

Kyle rattled the handcuffs and said, "Then let me go."

Randall kissed Kyle then, plunging his tongue in and exploring that cavern all over again. Despite the fact that Kyle had told him he didn't like to taste himself, Kyle didn't protest this time. He even returned the kiss.

When he broke the kiss, Randall looked at Kyle gently in the eyes and said, "No."

Kyle blinked.

"What? No?!"

"No," Randall repeated as he continued to rain kisses on Kyle.

"Randall, this isn't funny," Kyle said angrily.

"It's not meant to be," Randall answered.

Under Randall's expert administrations, Kyle felt himself go hard again.

Damn this lustful body! Kyle cursed himself while Randall smiled languidly at the rising flag.

He took hold of the hard shaft and started pumping slowly again, saying, "It's obvious that it's not that uncomfortable."

"But I'm still unwilling!" Kyle hissed.

"Doesn't matter," Randall replied, letting go of Kyle's c*ck and getting up. He walked over to the dresser and took out a tube of lubricant.

"It's always scary the first time," Randall explained.

Kyle had gotten up the moment Randall had left the bed, and his eyes widened upon seeing that tube.

"Shit, Randall, no," Kyle hissed, pulling at the handcuffs.

"Sssshhhh," Randall said, walking back to the bed and smiling upon seeing the boy he loved all helpless, "It'll only hurt the first time."

Sitting down on the bed while Kyle scooted over to the side as far as the handcuffs allowed him, Randall said, putting a good amount of lubricant in his hands, "But it will get better. Come on, if you don't let me prep you, it will hurt more."

Kyle kicked out towards him, and Randall just dodged it. Before Kyle could make another move, Randall had grabbed the ankle in a vice grip and pulled.

Kyle slid down and Randall's hand went straight to the crack between his butt.

Despite all the struggles, Randall managed to insert one finger smoothly into the virgin hole.

Randall grinned, twirling his finger a bit while Kyle gritted his teeth.

"There, that's not so bad, is it?" Randall said, while slowly expanding the tight hole.

Randall was getting a bit impatient, to be honest. Just feeling how that hole seemed to be sucking his finger in just made him want to thrust himself in immediately.

But he endured.

If he caused too much pain, Kyle would not agree to this again. Though Randall didn't mind Kyle on top, he wanted to change once in a while. For that, Kyle had to get used to this.

The first time is always the hardest.

Randall was so engrossed with trying to keep himself from r*ping Kyle there and then that he didn't notice the leg coming up at him.

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Kyle lay on the bed, gasping with relief.

He had barely managed to get some strength into his leg and give Randall the kick right at the spot that would knock him out immediately. It was a delicate and hard move, and luckily, it worked this time.

All the other attempts had just resulted in him getting caught and fucked.

Unfortunately, when he knocked Randall out, his damn finger was still inside.

Fuck, I hate this, Kyle thought to himself.

In his previous life, his spouse did try an*l sex, but he had not been as gentle as Randall.

It had caused Kylie a tremendous amount of pain and she wouldn't allow him to do it ever again. Kyle did have trauma for that. Even now, Kyle couldn't quite handle it, despite the fact that it wasn't as painful as it had been then.

He just couldn't enjoy it.

Worse, he had to bear with that finger inside of him until he could escape from the handcuffs.

Kyle dislocated his thumb on his right hand and slid one hand out, then placed the thumb back into position. He grabbed Randall's hand to pull that finger out first before doing the same with his left hand to escape the handcuffs.

He sat there, staring at the unconscious Randall and sighed. He clenched his butt, still feeling like there was something there and grimaced.

Kyle brought his knees up to his chin and poked Randall's head.

"Stupid man. R*pe is not good, you know? Even if the body is reacting, if a person says no, it's no." Kyle knocked his head for good measure, just wanting to get the frustration out.

If it wasn't for the fact that he needed information out of Randall, he would have killed him already. Then again, he needed Big Bro Nic's approval before he did so, as the repercussions from Randall's death may be something that they couldn't afford.

Sighing, Kyle pressed a few points on Randall's shoulders and head, which caused his eyes to open. Then, Kyle began.

In Randall's subconscious, an image was beginning to form. Scenes starting emerging.