Simple and Ice Cold Need Chapters 13 to 17

Chapter 13

Tyler carefully untied the nylon rope that bound my left ankle to the bedpost.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“What do you mean how do I feel?’ I’m fucking tied up in your basement,” I cried. My face was streaked with tears and I was so cold. He gave me a weak, unsure smile and began to untie my right ankle.

“I’m sorry I had to force you into this. I only did it because I wanted you here,” he sighed apologetically.
“Then let me go!” I rasped. He frowned. I considered kicking him as he moved up to my wrists but decided to wait until I was completely free. He tenderly began to untie my right wrist.

“I can’t do that, Sugar. I can only say I’m sorry that you feel that way.” I snatched my newly freed wrist away. He walked around the top of the bed to untie my left wrist but I was already almost done. I slipped my wrist out and slid off of the bed quickly. He gripped my arm hard leaving red handprints on me.

“C’mon, I made mac & cheese,” he said smiling. He dragged me up the steps to the living room where he’d drawn the curtains on the windows and bolted all of the doors. He sat me on the couch and pulled a T-shirt from a duffle bag full of my clothes. This was followed by a pair of Calvin Klein briefs.

“Put those on,” he commanded as he walked to the kitchen. He came back with two bowls of macaroni and cheese. I got dressed as I was told and ate with him. He talked to me for a little while then turned on the TV. I couldn’t believe that he was giving me so much freedom. I considered screaming but I felt really tired and weak. We watched TV for almost an hour. The entire time I tried to plot an escape in my mind. Finally he turned the TV off and took me upstairs to his bedroom. At first I thought he was going to have sex with me, I mean, why else would he want me? But he told me to take a shower.

“Don’t bother getting dressed when you’re done,” he said. “Just come out here, I’ll be ready.”

I went into the bathroom and searched the room. There were certainly no windows large enough to climb through and the only one, period, was too high and only like 1 × 2 feet around. I got undressed cautiously and as I showered, I once again remembered Robby. By now he had to know or be worried. But why would he worry about an ass like me? All the times I’d hit him, or yelled at him, or fucked him too hard flooded back to me with extreme guilt. I would probably never even see him again so that I could tell him that he was right about me being a jerk. And that I loved him. And that I was so immeasurably sorry.

I washed my body hard, feeling dirtier than ever. When I got out I felt awkward as I wrapped a very blue towel around my waist and walked out to my doom. Tyler sat on the bed, his chocolate hair swept up messily around his sly, somewhat excited looking face. He was wearing somewhat tight Calvin Klein briefs, his clothes sitting on the floor, and he patted the soft comfy sheets next to him, gesturing for me to come over. Despite the fact that Robin had never topped me, I would have to pretend that was what was happening if Tyler fucked me. I sat down next to him and he slid his hand underneath the waist of the towel onto my thigh.

“Let’s finish what we started downstairs, beautiful,” he whispered as he slid to the floor in front of me. He unfolded the towel from my waist and grinned. In a matter of seconds his lips were gently slipped around the head of my cock. He used his tongue to tease at the piss slit and wetly kissed down the side of my shaft. A quiet moan escaped me, encouraging him to suck harder. He took my balls into his mouth all at once and prodded with his tongue. I began to tighten in his mouth. He removed me from his mouth and jerked my cock as his lips met the head to get my jizz when I came. I exploded into his mouth with a moan and a long whimper as he lapped it from my cock and the bed.

“Get on the bed and bend over. I’ll be back in a minute,” he commanded. I did as I was told as he left. I moved to the middle of the bed and got on my hands and knees, shaking, with my ass in the air.

Tyler walked back into the bedroom with a leather belt, a bottle of lube, duct tape and a pair of briefs. He shoved the briefs near my face and told me to put them into my mouth. I did as I was told and tasted his salty piss. Before I could remove them he slapped duct tape over my mouth to keep them enclosed. Tyler kneeled on the bed behind me and threw the lube bottle onto end table. He folded the belt and whipped me once in the very center of my back. My back arched and I let out a muffled scream as the searing hot pain sped through my body.
Tyler slowly slid the belt over my bottom, teasing me, because I knew there was more to come.

He repositioned himself so the bulge in his briefs rubbed my thigh. Again I felt the hard leather and heard the slap as he whipped my ass. I screamed as loud as I could with the tape on and began crying. He’d been so nice before, how could he possibly behave so mercilessly now? Again he brought it down onto me, making me scream again, releasing the shattering hot pain though my body. He repeated this for an eternity. Tears were streaming down my face and I had bright red marks on my ass from the belt.

Tyler told me to lie down and reached to the end table to get the lubricant. I felt ready to gag at this point because the briefs were shoved so deep into my mouth. He slid his finger into the crack of my bottom and I whimpered. An incredible coldness swept over my aching body. I had no idea how many times he’d hit me, but I felt horrible. He laughed in a short snorting way and pulled it out to spread my cheeks, pouring the cold lube down the crack.

“You’re so tight,” he growled. He slipped his briefs down and pushed the head of his large cock at the resistance of my ass. I couldn’t remember feeling something that large or painful inside of me in my life. I cried loudly into the briefs that quieted me. He slapped me as he slipped his veiny cock into me. He groaned about how I was his now and that I loved him. He gradually sped up and that unbearable pressure became an almost lovely feeling that made my swollen cock twitch with…

“That feels good, don’t it baby?” He whispered near my ear. I began to slide my hands from underneath me to my dick. He snatched them and forced me to kneel upright as he pressed them against the cold wooden headboard.

“No! It’ll feel better if it’s pure me,” he snarled. He shoved my head in the pillow and sped up, thrusting deep and hard each time. For almost 10 minutes he plunged his large, hard cock into me until suddenly he wrapped his arms around my chest and moaned.

“God, yes,” he sighed as I felt an almost overwhelming warmth inside of me. It felt amazing as my insides were soaked with his hot sticky liquid. He reached up and peeled the duct tape away. I spit the briefs out with his help and he gently caressed my cheek, his cock still shoved inside of me. He slowly began to fuck me again. Slow, deep, very hard thrusts. My swollen cock twitched with a naughty, guiltily felt pleasure as I felt it tighten. He slipped his rough, hands down to my plump, pre-ing organ and stroked it with sporadic, almost painful force. But I was there.

I shot on the bed. My sweaty body wriggled underneath him as squirt after squirt of my cum rained down. My aching, sweaty, tired body collapsed beneath him and he laid on the bed next to me stroking my waist with his uncomforting hard hands.
“I love you,” he said pulling me close and whispering into my damp, caramel hair.

I swallowed and coughed. I felt like I’d been choked. I gasped for air and he shushed me as he stroked my back.
“Oh, Bartholomew, you’re so incredibly wonderful,” he almost laughed. My eyes were watery and I felt like if I could see myself in a mirror, I’d regret it. I fell asleep almost comfortable with my face buried in his soft, hairy chest and a blanket draped over me to block the cold and mid evening light.

*********** Bart is sleeping, obviously. *************

I woke up lying on the couch with Robin sleeping on me. His beautiful little face was nestled right in my neck and I’d never felt so euphoric in my life.
“Robby, baby, wake up,” I whispered unwillingly as I shook his shoulder lightly.
“Yeah?” he groaned, sleepily. Suddenly I remembered what I was seeing. It was from a few weeks before.
“Do you know what time it is?” I asked sitting up as much as I could.
“How would I know? I’ve been sleeping, honey. Can’t you call in sick or something?” he asked as he got off of me. I felt so guilty because I remembered what I did next.

“Fuck off, bitch. You’re lucky I work at all and you can just stay home all the time,” I snorted coldly. He sighed and made a circle with his finger on the end table, refusing to look at me. I knew it was always my fault and he knew it, too. He loved me and he wanted me to be there, but I made it seem like it was his fault that we were crumbling. I knew we were but I denied that reality and continued, “You’re so fucking ungrateful, you goddamn slut. I get so tired of you acting like the world revolves around you and what you want.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. I picked my jeans up from the floor and pulled them on roughly as I reached for his t-shirt. I remember the thought that swept through my mind being something like, “Maybe if I wear this, Casper will take an interest in me. All Robert’s shirts are so tight on me.”

“Whatever,” I said as I worked it over my head. I kissed him on the cheek listlessly and walked toward the door to get my shoes on.
“Bartholomew, I love you,” he cried from behind me. I turned to see his perfect little pale face flushed and tearful. I went and kneeled in front of him and took his small, soft hands in mine.
“I love you, too, Robert,” I muttered near his ear.
“I don’t want to let this happen,” he whimpered. The worst feeling in my life, that I will ever have is honestly knowing immediately what he meant when he said that. My flawless little Robby sat half-naked on the couch in front of me with just his socks and his tiny little briefs on with tears streaming down his cheeks. And I said:

“I know.”
And left

*** Chapter 14

The Cold Wind Blows by Eminem played on the radio as Tobi and I drove back to his house from Bart’s place. I’d called all the local hospitals and police stations to see if he was there. He wasn’t of course. Tobi was being kind of cold and sad since I started crying while he fucked me. He refused to look me in the eye because he’d felt like he’d done a horrible thing and was obviously guilty.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered into the silence of the car. He smiled a little and gave my hand a slightly comforting squeeze.

“Don’t worry about that. I should be apologizing. I know you and Bart mean a lot to each other and I shouldn’t get involved,” he sighed as he pulled into his driveway. He walked me to the door like I was a frail object and we went inside.
“I’m really worried that he could be dead or something,” I said ready to break down again. Tobi sat me on the couch next to him. We’d been at the apartment all day and it was already nearing 6:00. Tobi made me incredibly uncomfortable when he suggested that Bart could be fine.

“Maybe he just spent the night with Tyler. I mean, he went to his house to see him with some ulterior motive. Maybe it was to get laid. He was probably looking forward to getting there so much that he just grabbed some extra clothes and left. You might just be acting paranoid,” he said.
“But Bart is my obsessive compulsive best friend; He never leaves in a rush to get anywhere, unless if he’s late to something, and if he does, he doesn’t leave any room in complete chaos!” I shouted defensively. Tobi smiled.
“Your obsessive compulsive best friend? What kind of history do you have with Bart?” he asked.
“The best kind. I’ve known him since I was a little kid.”

“Oh. Then can’t you try to think positive?” he asked. I felt very manipulated. I nodded slowly and turned to the TV, which he clicked on. I fell asleep, surprisingly easy, in a small ball at the end of the couch.

I woke up. Tobi was sleeping next to me on the couch, sitting upright awkwardly. It was bright outside, so I got up and looked at the clock. It was 8:00. It hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. I sat on the stool at the granite island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Robin, are you kay?” Keuri asked quietly. Keuri was very kind. I’d never heard her speak in English before so it kind of surprised me. She was about thirty and she was only slightly taller than me, maybe 5 5’. She was very tan and had black hair that was pulled back in a messy bun. She was very pretty, the kind of girl I would have been interested in only a year before. She smiled a pretty white smile that seemed very soft and caring.
“Yeah,” I answered unconvincingly. She sat next to me with her hands folded. She was very quiet and very polite, something that can be extremely hard to find.
“You miss your boy?” she asked. I wasn’t sure how much she knew but something told me she’d heard a lot.
“Yeah. I’m really worried.

“How long has it been since you seen him?” she asked. I think she was Spanish; that’s what her accent sounded like.
“Well, since I’ve seen him? Umm, almost 2 days.”
“Almost two days is almost 48 hours. Keep your hopes high,” she said getting up to go to the fridge. I sighed. But since he’d been missing could’ve been just an hour or so before we’d gotten to his apartment. Sudden cheer struck. But I didn’t know that. In fact, the time that the chat had ended on face book had been sometime after 8 in the evening.

“I only have like 12 more hours,” I said smiling.
“Twelve more hours until what?” Tobi groaned groggily behind me.
“Until I can call the police again.”

“Oh. You’re really cute, Robby. Talking to yourself.” He laughed as he reached into a jar on the counter and got out a raw noodle.
“I wasn’t talking to myself, I was talking to Keuri,” I defended. She glanced up and gave me a small, very pretty smile.

“She can’t understand English, Robin. You were basically talking to yourself,” he laughed. She looked away shyly and said something to him in Spanish. He spoke back and moved out of the way.
“Yeah, I know,” I said quietly. She made us eggs and toast while Tobi asked me about Bart and I.

*** Chapter 15

Tyler gently massaged my asshole with his ring finger and I moaned myself awake. He made me feel like a slut and a bottom. I’d never really felt that before. It was pretty bright outside and 10 o’clock but all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Wakey, wakey, sweetheart,” he mumbled by my ear. I wiggled in his arms and he pulled the blanket from my head. I scrunched my face up shocked at the sudden light and rolled over to face away from it.
“Hi. You hungry?” he asked.
“No! I wanna go home,” I spat. He ran his fingers down the center of my back, which still hurt horribly.
“Bart, did you and he break up? Is that why you came here?”
“NO! We were just going through a rough patch in our relationship. I came here because I didn’t expect to be kidnapped.” I growled. He let out a soft chuckle and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“If you were kidnapped, you would be more upset.”
“I wanna go home,” I repeated. I covered my face up with my hands to block out the light which made my head throb. Downstairs a strangely familiar song played. It was my phone ringing from Robin. I knew because I had it set so that when he called, The Adventures of Rain

Dance Maggie played.
“Your damned phone won’t quit ringing,” he said getting up. “Bet it’s your fucking boyfriend. I should answer it to tell him off.”
“Can I please go home? I promise not to tell anybody,” I begged.

“No. I’m not done,” he giggled. He took the sheet off of me to expose my naked body and ran his hand along my waist. He rolled me over onto my back and directed me to spread my legs. My asshole was still incredibly sore from the night before. I watched as he slowly climbed onto the bed and slipped his tongue in between my legs. The hot wet feeling was almost amazing. He darted his tongue around my hole to tease me then it shot inside making me gasp. His tongue was so warm and slipped in and out of me quickly and faultlessly. My hips jumped up meeting the motion. Downstairs my phone was ringing again. Robby did this to me once I remembered. Except it was a completely new sensation then. I’d been with tons of guys before Robin, but none of them could compare. Robin was incredible as my friend but a million times better as my boyfriend. I missed him so much and I hadn’t seen him for days.

Tyler gripped my cock and began to jerk it as he tongued my ass hole. I was moaning loudly and was already about to cum. I’d always been quick but-

He shoved his mouth onto my rock hard cock and rode it. Pre-cum and spit dripped down his chin and his eyes were closed in a relaxed way like he was enjoying it. He removed a hand from my cock and reached for my right hand. He guided it onto his head and I gripped his hair. He was making me force him? I was ready to cum and he knew it immediately. He pulled it from the depths of his throat so that he could taste my cum. I shot into his mouth, filling every crevice with the salty juice that he desired. He devoured it all and shoved my softening cock down his throat one last time. He pulled his head up and smiled a cheeky grin. His cheeks glistened with sweat, cum and spit. I laid my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes. Every time I’d cum for him I felt so weak afterwards. He laid his head next to me on the pillow and sighed.

“I’ve gotta go to work, babe,” he said sadly. My heart leaped with joy.
“Are you leaving me alone then?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited.
“Yeah, just you and the basement.”
My heart sank. He grinned and kissed my forehead.

“I know you’ll miss me but I’ll be home before dark,” he said rolling out of bed again. He picked his jeans up from the dresser and pulled them on. He looked in the mirror above the dresser and fussed with his messy chocolate hair that was wet and stringy like he’d just showered, which he had before he’d woken me up. He dug through the top dresser drawer and pulled a long sleeved shirt over his head. He snatched the short sleeved t-shirt from the nightstand to put it on.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I shook my head and he frowned. He sat on the edge of the bed and lovingly stroked my sweaty bare thigh. “What’s wrong, angel?”

“I don’t wanna go back in the basement. It’s so cold down there,” I whined. He smiled proudly and grabbed a pair of my briefs from a box at the end of the bed. He threw them at me after using a sheet to clean the slobber and cum from my crotch and I put them on. He held my hand as he took me downstairs and walked me toward the boring doorway. As he opened the door I saw that the bed was made with large soft blankets. He pushed me down the stairs to the bed.

“See, you won’t get cold down here anymore. I’m sorry that it happened,” he said sweetly in my ear. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. I had to admit, in a perverse, completely warped way, his touch really gave me something. He nuzzled my neck and kissed by ear.
“I wish that I had the time to fuck you,” he mumbled sadly. He let go and left me standing kind of cold. He turned around from about halfway up the stairs and laughed. “Oh, I almost forgot! If you have to piss, there’s a bucket in the corner for you.”

“Oh, okay.” I answered. I’d needed to piss for awhile, but there was something about pissing in a bucket that made me feel like I could hold it a little longer. He walked to the top of the stairs and closed the door. I heard the heavy bolting noise as he locked it because it echoed throughout the large stone basement. My eyes studied the walls looking for anything. The dim fluorescent light above my head buzzed quietly and flickered from dim to dimmer periodically. I climbed into the warm bed and thought about Robin.
In the living room I heard my phone again. So many things about it seemed so impossible. How was my phone not dead? How had Robin not given up? I closed my eyes tight, until I saw flashes of white and they ached.

I forced the briefs off of me and grabbed my cock. I jerked it like Robin would, inexperienced and unsure. He’d always been shy. He knew what I liked, though, and could make me feel so ecstatic. I sped up my jerks, thinking of Robby’s little hands wrapped around it as he gazed into my tightly shut eyes. I imagined him asking, “Is this okay?” I nod. I slowed. I rubbed the head and massaged my piss slit making my body jump a little. “Are you sure?” he asks. I nod. “Suck it,” I growl. He gasps, nervously and slowly moves his soft little lips onto it, tasting the pre-cum that leaks from me. My hand is now lubed with my own cum and I jerk hard. I was moaning. I arched my back as I shot underneath the sheets.

God, I missed him so much.

*** Chapter 16

I paced back and forth in front of the phone. I’d done very little for hours. I missed Bart so much I could cry. Well, I did cry. plenty. But I wanted to cry again.
Tobi came into the living room and sat on the couch to watch me do my routine. I looked at the digital clock on the end table and sighed.
“Just stop, Robin. You really need to get more sleep,” Tobi said grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt. I jerked and found myself stuck standing in front of him.
“I have to wait until eight o’clock to call,” I said trying to pull away.

“Robin, I’ll wake you up, okay?” Tobi said. I glared at him for a moment and considered it. I was so tired and his logic was practically impenetrable. Finally I agreed and went upstairs, falling asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

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Almost 6 hours later I woke up. The clock said 9:05pm. I almost screamed. I darted out of bed and downstairs where Tobi was eating cereal in the living room.
“You lied to me!” I screamed, feeling absolutely livid. He looked at me kind of emotionlessly and swallowed.
“I called them. I didn’t want to wake you,” he said like he’d done nothing wrong.
“But that’s what you were supposed to do! I only went to bed because I thought you were going to wake me up.”
“I’m sorry, but you didn’t need that. You would have had to tell them all that upsetting information and you would have cried and your eyes are bloodshot enough as it is. You need some time by yourself,” Tobi said calmly. “It’s done, it’s reported, and you should just go back to bed.”

He had a good point. People would look now. They would go to Tyler’s house and get Bart and it would be over. I trudged back up the stars to Tobi’s bedroom. I laid in bed for almost an hour, rolling over and thinking about the situation. Why was I with Tobi? I was more than just missing Bart, I also felt homesick and nostalgic. I fell asleep again.

*** Chapter 17

Upstairs, Tyler entered the house and slammed the door awakening me. He stomped up the stairway. I was barely awake and zoning in and out of consciousness. After awhile I couldn’t hear anything else. He was home for about 45 minutes before he came downstairs and woke me up again.
“Hi,” he said kissing my cheek. “God, I missed you so much.”
“Can I go home now?” I begged. He carried me upstairs again making me feel little and twinkish like Robin. He set me on the couch and tugged the briefs down my legs. I’d put them back on after I was done because I didn’t want him to know that I’d masturbated. I was sure, though, that he’d find my cum on the sheets.

“Baby, I made you some sandwiches, I figured you be hungry since you haven’t eaten since yesterday,” he said standing to go to the kitchen. He came back quickly with a dishtowel and the plate of sandwiches. He wiped my cum from my trimmed blonde pubes and frowned. I guessed I’d been too tired before to pay much attention.

“Wow, you’re pretty high maintenance, huh? You need to get off more, sweetie?” he asked, setting the towel onto the end table. He told me to put on the clothes that were neatly folded on the arm of the couch and I got dressed in front of him. I sat and ate as he sat and talked to me about his day at work. Apparently, he worked at a bar and had to deal with a lot of drunk guys in his average day. When I was done eating he took my plate into the kitchen and came back in.
“So, do you wanna go upstairs?” he asked. Again I asked my same question.
“Can I please go home?” I said.
“Bartholomew! You’re mine now, don’t you understand? You’re going to be my boyfriend,” he explained. Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. He’d probably been obsessing over me for years and what I did finally placed me into his grasp. But why? When I was a child, he’d only used my body. I was completely insane now. Why would I ever want to leave the greatest person in my life for a rapist?

“No! I’m not yours!” I shouted. Then, feeling completely utterly shocked, he smacked me. He gripped my hair and dragged me down to the basement and pushed me to the cold stone floor. My head throbbed from hitting the stone and when I had realized what had happened, he was upstairs. As I stood the room spun. Once I had regained solid composure, I ascended the stairs and turned the doorknob. It was unlocked. The fact that it was must have meant he would be back any second, but I had to take the chance. I opened the door and shut it quietly. In a matter of seconds I was out the back door. I shut it quietly behind me and quietly walked toward the garage. I had no shoes on and all I was wearing was a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and I was already shivering because it was absolutely freezing outside. The garage door was open and my ’57 Chevy sat unattended. I walked through the open door and felt like I was in the clear.

“Hey, hey, you don’t need to leave, I’m sorry I got so angry,” Tyler whispered in my ear as he grabbed me from behind. I screamed at the top of my lungs and he covered my mouth as he forced me into the house. I struggled but he was far too strong for me to get free. He threw me onto the cold tile floor in the kitchen and kicked me in the stomach 3 times.

“Bitch, you’re mine!” he screamed possessively. I laid on the floor gasping for air as he locked the front and back door. He came back and shoved me into the basement again and made sure to lock it. I cried at the bottom of the steps as I waited for him to return and accepted the blunt fact. I was his.

When he got downstairs he told me to bend over the side of the bed. Without protest I bent over the side and put my face into the mattress. He roughly worked the shorts down my legs and exposed my bare ass. He ran his hand along my sore ass cheeks. Then, without warning he plunged his middle finger inside of me. I groaned into the bed and he chuckled. I heard him unzip his jeans and in a flash the head was pressed against my hole. He kissed my neck as he forced it inside of me. I moaned into the bed loudly, and he gripped my hair and pulled my head up so that he could hear me. Again I felt the inevitable guilty pleasure from feeling like his.

“Say you love me!” he growled into my ear. I shook my head pure refusal and he slapped the side of my head. He was pumping his cock in and out of my ass, irritating my already sore body. Despite the pain my cock was already leaking and twitching.
I felt like a toy. A disgusting dirty toy.

“Say it, Bartholomew!” he moaned again. Everything on me hurt. I was sure my cock would explode any second now and I clung to the sheets, and moaned like a good little toy.

“I love you” I groaned. He released my head from his tight grip and slid hand down onto my cock stroking it quickly and roughly. Tears rolled down my face as I tightened and burst. It squirted on the floor and created a large puddle and he forced himself very deep one last time and came as well. He let it fill me and pulled out. He lifted my legs onto the bed and rolled me so that he could climb next to me. He kissed me passionately on the lips and smiled.

“I love you, too, Bartholomew. We’re always going to be together, you know?” he whispered. I shook my head weakly to let him know I wasn’t done fighting and turned away, sore, broken, sad, and tired. I hated myself so much. Absolutely everything happening to me was my fault, so it must have meant I deserved it. He licked my neck and sucked at me for an eternity before we finally went upstairs and he had me shower with him.

I guess he understood how tired I was because he didn’t do anything to me while we were in there. He kissed me gently and apologized for yelling and hurting me. If I had been there by choice and hadn’t so desperately wanted Robin, it would have almost been peaceful. When we were done he dried me off in the most tantalizing way for him. He dried between my legs slowly as he admired my dick and my balls.

Finally we went into the bedroom and he let me lie down for a while. I felt sick. I felt like I’d eaten a whole bunch of food then ran around a high school track until I puked. My head hurt for obvious reasons, both inside and out, my ass was sore from being fucked and hit the day before. I fell asleep for a couple of minutes but then I felt his arms wrap around me and I knew there was more to come.

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