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Randal sat in his coffin. He rolled over onto his side. He hadn’t been able to sleep all night, which was unusual for the teenager. Usually it was no issue falling asleep, especially when Sebastian was laying next to him for extra warmth. But no matter how hard he tried to close his eyes and drift off, he simply couldn’t.
Randal looked at Sebastian, who was sleeping beside him. He took in his features, his curly red hair and his long eyelashes that were pressed lightly against his freckled cheeks. He looked adorable like this. Although, he always looked adorable. Randal loved his pet deeply, more than he loved anyone else in the house. Aside from his brother, of course. He reached out, and lightly played with one of Sebastian’s curls. He coiled it around his finger, wishing Sebastian was awake to experience it. Although he knew that if he was awake, he would only be met with discomfort from the ginger boy. Sebastian didn’t love Randal the same, or at all really. It was a shame. But Randal knew Sebastian would come around.
Defeated, Randal slowly got out of the coffin, trying not to wake the ginger boy who was sleeping so comfortably. Slowly, he made his way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. It was dark, the room only illuminated by a dim light in the corner. Everyone in the house was asleep by now, so Randal wasn’t worried about being scolded by Luther for being up past his bedtime. He opened one of the cupboards, looking for anything to eat. Disappointed at the selection, he closed it again with a groan.
That’s when he heard footsteps behind him. The boy turned around, confused as to who would be awake so late. When he looked, he was met with the face of Nyen, one of Luther’s catmen. The older man looked at him, his expression unreadable. He had a cigarette in his mouth. Randal wasn’t surprised he was awake, if anyone would be it would be him.
“Luther doesn’t like when you smoke inside,” Randal said, feeling like irritating the other.
Nyen stepped closer to the teenager, taking a breath of his cigarette. He got up close, until their faces were only inches away. He blew the smoke out, right in Randal’s face, making him cough.
Randal stared defiantly at the taller man, who he had to look up at to maintain eye contact. He knew he probably looked pathetic, like a bratty teenager. But he was determined to stand his ground. This was his house, after all. Nyen was just a pet.
“Master doesn’t like it when you’re up so late,” Nyen said, sticking the cigarette back in his mouth.
Randal scoffed at the mention of his brother. He wouldn’t let himself be intimidated by his catman, even with the threat of Luther getting involved. Randal crossed his arms angrily.
“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about that?” He argued, deciding to test the man’s patience.
Randal let out a slight gasp when he felt Nyen’s hand on him, gripping his face hard and pulling him closer. His grip was strong, and his hand was much larger compared to Randal’s small body. “I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him you’re being naughty.” Nyen threatened, his breath hot in Randal’s face. It stank like cigarettes.
Randal tried to pull away, but the catman’s grip was strong. “Oh yeah? Well I’ll tell him you’re smoking in the house!” Randal protested.
Nyen smirked, showing his sharp teeth. “You’ve got a mouth on you, hm?”
Randal didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, but he was getting more uncomfortable by the situation. And his face was beginning to hurt from Nyen’s grip. Randal tried to squirm away again, but the catman’s grip was too strong. Randal let out something between a gasp and a scream as he felt Nyen dig his nails into his face. Being a catman meant Nyen’s nails were much sharper than a humans, and Randal felt the skin on his face being broken open.
“Fuck! Let me go, asshole!” He yelled, but he instantly regretted his words as he saw Nyen’s smirk grow wider. The next thing he knew, Nyen was slamming his face against the counter. His nose hit the counter, and Randal heard an audible snap. He fell to the tile floor, panting through his mouth and gasping. When he opened his eyes, he saw the droplets of blood dripping onto the floor. He couldn’t breathe through his nose, and the pain was overwhelming. But Randal couldn’t help but let out a little whimper, his body reacting in all the wrong ways to the pain. Randal was on his hands and knees, his vision slightly blurry and his nose aching. He was vaguely aware of the fact that Nyen was towering over him, still smoking his cigarette and smirking sadistically.
Nyen stepped on Randal’s back roughly, forcing him to fall to the ground. He hit his head against the tile as he was forced to lay flat on his stomach. His glasses cracked, and fell off his face. Randal thought about how mad Luther would be that he would have to replace them again. At least this time it wasn’t his fault. Well, not completely.
Randal whimpered in pain as he felt Nyen’s rough hands on him again, this time gripping his sides to turn him onto his back. Randal looked up at the older man, who looked completely insane in a way Randal had never seen before. He had a dark look in his eyes, and a sadistic smile on his face, the cigarette still pressed between his lips. Randal knew he looked like a complete mess, his nose dripping blood and his hair messy. Nyen’s hands were still roughly gripping his ribs, so hard that Randal was sure it would leave bruises. He wasn’t sure what had come over the other man. He knew Nyen had a temper, but he’d never seen him like this before. The anger was enough to scare even him.
“Nyen…” Randal whimpered, his voice holding none of the attitude that it had before.
But Nyen made no move to stop. He didn’t even show that he’d acknowledged the teenagers words. Randal gasped as he felt his hands roaming across his body. He felt Nyen’s cold hand on his stomach, touching under the oversized shirt he’d been wearing to bed. Nyen lifted the shirt so that it exposed his stomach, and Randal closed his eyes and groaned. He hated this, he didn’t want this to happen. But his body grew warmer and he could feel his boxers getting wet at the touch.
Nyen lifted his shirt higher, until it exposed his bare chest. Randal whimpered, embarrassed. His face turned red as he saw his tits bounce out. He hadn’t been wearing a binder due to him trying to go to sleep, but he wished he was now. Nyen studied his chest intently, before moving one hand up to lightly cup one of his small tits. He touched it gently, a contrast to the way he’d been treating Randal so far. He ran his thumb over the nipple, making Randal moan. He hated that he was getting turned on by this, by someone who he’d deemed himself superior to touching him like he was a sex toy, but he was a horny teenager after all.
Nyen brought his hand up to his mouth, where he removed his cigarette which was just a stub by now. Randal watched, his eyes full of fear, as Nyen took it between his fingers and pressed it down right against Randal’s skin, just below his collarbone. He whimpered in pain as Nyen put the cigarette out on him, balling up his hands into fists.
“Oh shut up. Don’t act like you don’t like it, faggot. I’ve seen your fucking wrists.” Nyen spat, the first words he’d said since he started touching Randal.
Randal let out a whine as Nyen finally removed the cigarette butt, flicking it to the floor. Tears were building up in Randal’s eyes, threatening to spill. He tasted the blood that was dripping from his nose.
Nyen ignored his pain, and instead moved his hands down to tug at Randal’s sweatpants. Randal let out a moan as his pants were removed, exposing his thighs. Nyen studied them for a moment, not saying anything. He grazed his eyes over each individual scar that littered the boy’s legs, all self inflicted. They started at his hips and went all the way down to his knees. Some were more recent than others, with the most recent being from only days ago. Then his look of surprise turned into one of satisfaction. Randal felt sick to his stomach.
“Jesus I knew you were a little pain slut but not like this…” Nyen chuckled. He ran his finger lightly over one of the many scars on Randal’s legs. “You get off while doing these?”
Randal looked away, humiliated. The truth was, yes. He had done a few of them while jerking off. But the majority he did out of boredom, or habit.
“You want me to add some?” Nyen laughed sadistically. The idea made Randal’s eyes widen with fear. But he couldn’t help but be turned on by the thought, of another man, who was older than him and stronger than him cutting into his flesh like it was nothing. Nyen smiled. “Maybe another time.”
He reached his hand down Randal’s boxers, slowly removing them down his bony hips. Randal whined when his body was on full display, his shirt up to his neck and his pants and boxers at his ankles. He was a virgin, he’d never done anything like this before. Sure, he’d masturbated more times than he could count. But he’d never actually had someone fuck him.
Randal closed his legs, trying to hide his dripping cunt. But Nyen pried them apart roughly with his hands, making sure he was on full display. Randal had never seen the catman look so feral. He looked at Randal’s pussy like he wanted to devour it.
The catman reached down to his own jeans, which he unbuttoned easily. The next thing Randal knew, he was pulling his cock out. Randal looked at it in awe. He’d never seen a real dick before, only in the porn he’d watched. Nyen’s cock wasn’t like that. It was more realistic. It was big, about six inches and circumcised. It was unshaven, and the tip was especially red and dripping. Randal hadn’t expected the sight to turn him on so much, but he was practically drooling at it. He’d never thought about Nyen this way before, but now he could feel himself being reduced to a cockslut.
Nyen spit on his hand, and gave his cock a stroke. Randal watched as he pulled the foreskin, and the red tip leaked with precum. It was leaking a lot, actually, and Nyen was fully hard. Randal couldn’t help but feel proud that he had gotten the older man so worked up. Randal felt himself getting wetter.
Nyen lined his cock up with Randal’s entrance. Randal had almost forgotten he would have to take this man’s dick inside of him. He hoped it would go in easy, considering how wet he was.
Nyen slid inside slowly, surprisingly giving Randal some time to adjust as opposed to just slamming inside. Randal moaned in pain as he felt himself being filled by the other man’s cock. The stretch was unbearable, and he felt a tear drip down his face, mixing with the blood from his nose. He looked up at Nyen, his eyes wide and pleading. But Nyen looked down at him with a stoic expression. He situated his cock all the way inside of Randal’s small body. The teenager felt impossibly full.
“You take it like such a fucking slut,” Nyen said. He was gripping onto Randal’s legs harshly, with one on either side of him so that Randal was spread open for him. He pulled his cock out slowly, giving the boy a moment of relief, before he slammed back in harshly. Randal cried out in pain, feeling Nyen’s cock hitting his cervix too harshly. Nyen only smiled at the boys pain.
He set a pace, fucking in and out of Randal roughly. It was slow, but way too hard to be pleasurable. Randal couldn’t help but like the way Nyen treated him. He liked being used, he liked being a slut for the older man. He felt his cunt tightening around Nyen’s cock as he imagined the catman using him like this again. Maybe Nyen would fuck him more often, turn him into his own little sex toy.
“Fuck, kid. If I’d known you were so tight I would’ve fucked you sooner,” Nyen groaned, burying himself inside deeper. Randal whimpered, enjoying the feeling of being filled, despite the pain that came with.
Randal looked down to see blood leaking out of him, smearing across Nyen’s cock as he fucked him. He let out a moan of pleasure and pain. “Fuck…Nyen, it hurts!” He whined pathetically. Although in reality, they both knew Randal liked the pain.
Nyen smirked, and sped up his thrusts. Randal moaned in frustration, regretting his words immediately. Nyen slapped Randal’s face harshly, making him whimper. “Shut the fuck up. I know a little cockslut like you can take it,” Nyen slammed into Randal harder, his grip on his legs tightening. “You were just made to get filled with real cock, weren’t you? You want to be a man so bad, so fucking take it like one,”
The words made Randal moan. He could feel his pussy clenching around Nyen’s cock as he thrust into him. Randal was drooling now, tears still dripping down his face. His hair was a mess and some of it stuck to his head with sweat. Randal couldn’t shut up, he was a whining mess. Nyen was fucking him impossibly hard, but something inside of Randal wanted him to go harder. “Nyen…go faster,” he whimpered pathetically.
Nyen slapped him again, this time on his cunt. It stung more than the other one had and Randal cried out in pain. “I told you to shut the fuck up!” Nyen spat. “Maybe if you ask nicely,”
Randal groaned. “Please, fuck me harder! Please master…” he knew he sounded pathetic, but he was too desperate to care. He just needed to cum!
Nyen growled, and dug his nails into Randal’s legs. He sped up his thrusting like Randal had asked. He was sweating now, his eyes shut in bliss as he chased his own orgasm. “Call me that again, slut,”
Randal whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks. “Please, master! I’m your little boyslut master…please use me!” Randal cried. He wasn’t sure what had come over him. The embarrassment of what he was saying was overtaken by the need to finish.
Nyon pounded into the boys body impossibly faster. The sound of skin against skin filled the quiet room, and both of their deep breathing could be heard, with Randal panting from his mouth, unable to breathe through his bloodied nose. Randal had never felt so much pleasure in his life, definitely not when he’d masturbated before. This was so much more intense. Randal was being fucked completely stupid, all thoughts in his mind were replaced by the feeling of Nyen’s cock.
Suddenly, Randal felt the catman’s hand move from his leg to his throat. He wrapped it around his neck, squeezing hard. Randal’s eyes opened wide as he gasped for air, but nothing filled his lungs. He struggled under the man’s grip, but it was as though something had possessed the other man. His grip was harsh and his eyes were slits as he looked down at Randal with rage. Randal felt his body shake, and then spasm, and the next thing he knew his cunt was clenching around Nyen’s cock and he was cumming. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came, the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. His vision went dark for a moment of bliss, but as he came down from his high he was made aware of his situation again.
Nyen hadn’t released his grip on the boys throat. Randal reached up desperately, trying to pry the catman’s hand off of his neck, but to no avail. Randal choked and coughed, his body spasming as his vision darkened. That’s when he felt himself being filled up, as Nyen thrusted into him a final time.
The man pumped himself deep inside, filling the teenager with his hot cum. His grip finally loosened as he finished, giving Randal the room to breathe again. Randal coughed and choked as he was able to breathe again. He squirmed away from the catman’s grasp, sitting up to catch his breath.
When he finally regained his composure again, he realized Nyen had already zipped his pants back up and was standing up again. He towered over the disheveled boy, looking down at him with the same wrath as before. Randal sat pathetically on the floor, completely broken by the other man. Every part of his body ached.
Nyen gave Randal a light kick to the stomach, making him look up at him with teary eyes. “Don’t you dare tell anyone.” Nyen threatened.
Randal nodded weakly. He was vaguely aware of Nyen walking away, presumably back to his own room. Randal sat on the floor, looking down at the drops of blood and cum. He was completely exhausted, all he wanted was to sleep. Slowly, he picked himself up, and stood on shaky feet. His legs wobbled underneath him, but he forced himself to walk back to his room.
Randal laid his aching body down in his coffin again, next to the sleeping Sebastian. He laid his head down on his pillow, feeling tears dripping down his face. He closed his eyes, wishing his head would stop pounding.
At least Nyen had gotten him to fall asleep.