Jack by A M Snead

Author:A M Snead
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-04-28T04:00:00+00:00

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The sincerity of the apology escaped Scotty’s detection, though he struggled desperately to hear it in the man’s voice, see it in his eyes. It felt more like an apology offered in exasperation to appease an irritatingly “sensitive” person.

Was he sorry at all for raping him?

He didn’t “rape” you. He was rough, is all. He’s been rough before and you liked it. It’s just how he does it. You are being too sensitive.

Maybe he was. But he couldn’t shake this new, unsettling feeling in his gut that insisted this was all an illusion; there was no love here, and although the man had once really wanted “him”…he didn’t anymore…he just wanted Jack. But Scotty didn’t want to believe that. To believe it meant that, soon, he would be alone again. Even though it didn’t always feel sincere…it felt good when the man said “I love you.” It felt good to be loved…on any level.

“Do you forgive me?” the man asked. His voice was low, even soft. But the softness didn’t reach his eyes. Scotty watched the man’s fingers tease the snap of his own pants then pop the button loose. “Let me fuck you again, and I promise, this time it’ll be good for us both.” He slid down his zipper. The bulge in his crotch was already prominent, and as the fly of his jeans opened, Scotty caught a glimpse of his hardened cock—no briefs.

For the first time ever—Scotty hesitated. Where he had so recently craved the man’s touch, needed to be consumed and possessed by him…he now experienced a flicker of dread. Even fear. The guy had hurt him last night and—as much as Scotty wanted to deny it—didn’t even care that he had.

“I forgive you,” Scotty whispered but made no move to undress.

“Come on,” the man chuckled low. It wasn’t as pleasant as Scotty remembered it to be. He stepped toward Scotty, unfastening his own shirt. “Strip down. I have to get back soon.”

Swallowing thickly, Scotty moved back rather than forward. “I…I don’t really…”

The man went still, fingers paused on a shirt button. “I said I was sorry. You said you forgave me. So, what’s the problem?”

“I’m…” Scotty reached for a truthful excuse—the guy could sense when he was lying. “I’m…sore.”

“Mm.” The man smiled and commenced opening his shirt. “I’ll be gentle. I need this. I can’t go back to the studio with a raging hard-on…especially with Jack in there…showing his cock…” Lust hazed his eyes as they went distant for a moment, his breath quickening. Partially lost in his fantasy of Jack, he shrugged off his shirt and grabbed Scotty, twisting him around. His hands went down to the front of Scotty’s pants and hurriedly opened them.

“Don’t…” Scotty heard the word fall from his lips but didn’t remember “thinking” it first. It was just there. “I-I don’t want to do this,” he choked quietly.

“I said I would be gentle,” the man panted, yet his hands were not being gentle as they shoved into Scotty’s crotch.

“No…” Tears welled up quick and spilled down Scotty’s face.

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