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Heavy breaths fill the room.
Two figures lie on the bed, the smaller one, with brown skin and dark curls, is on his stomach, while the bigger one thrusts into him from behind grabbing his hair tightly.
The smaller one, his body covered in red marks and bites, is panting heavily with his cock fully awake.
At some point, he ends up on his back with legs wide open.
The man above begins to groan louder, a clear sign of approaching orgasm.
Simon’s cock has been hard for so long it’s starting to ache and he needs stimulation.
Luckily, next moment, a pair of hands clasp around Simon’s neck.
“Ugh...” Breathing becomes difficult, and he feels like he’s on the brink of suffocation. But he finally hits his orgasm.
“Slut！”The man slides out while landing strong strikes on Simon's already swollen buttocks.
“You really are meant to be treated like this. Dirty whore.”
Simon doesn't want to talk, still feeling drained after orgasm, but apparently the other man isn't satisfied with his silence.
Suddenly, pain shoots through his cock as the bigger guy grabs it too hard.
“Mmgnn...”Simon winces,“Yes. Hans.”Simon turns to look at the him, “I'm just a whore who enjoys pain.”
Simon replies without any emotion in his eyes, but somehow Hans gets satisfied.
“I'll call you next time, whore.”Hans remarked.
"You're not even going to let me take a shower?" Simon retorted.
"I forgot to mention, I have friends coming over later," Hans added suggestively, "unless you're up for an orgy."
Simon declined with a firm "no" as he started dressing.
"Shame, last time was really good. They're all looking forward to having sex with you again."
"Maybe next time," Simon replied with empty words before leaving.
It's cold outside, he tightens his jacket.
He doesn't feel well. No one would in his state-skin feeling sticky, and slick still flowing out from his overly used hole.
He is sure he’s bleeding inside, that’s Hans always does-make him feel pain more than he needs.
It is already past midnight when he finally arrives home.
He lives in a city far away from his hometown. The apartment is quite charming, with a cozy bedroom connected to the kitchen.
As he reaches to place his bag on top of the closet, he accidentally knocks over the lid of a box, revealing its content.
Simon crouches to pick up the lid and finds himself staring at the contents inside. Among them is a small box where he keeps the photos he cherishes.
Simon opens it and looks at the photos one by one.
He and Sara. He and Ayub and Rosh.
And then there is a photo of him surrounding by a group of children, sharing laughter together on a lawn. Simon is playing electric piano and the kids are all smiling, laughing, and applauding.
A tender smile forms on Simon's face as he reminisces about those days. He misses those kids and those days.
He is once a music teacher in a primary school. Simon cherishes his time with the cute and energetic kids who reciprocated his love wholeheartedly.
Things were going well, until one day, a new kid joined the class, who claimed he had met Simon somewhere but couldn't recall where.
And several days later, in the middle of the class performance with parents and teachers present, that kid suddenly shouted happily after looking at his dad for a long moment.
“Simme！Simme！”the child exclaimed,using the nickname the kids given Simon, “I remember now！You look like the person on my dad's phone！”His eyes sparked with pride, “But I only saw your face and dad told me off！”His excitement suddenly turned into a pout,“how come he gets to watch whatever he wants, but I can't watch cartoons！Isn't it unfair, Simme?”
The kid continued to chatter and Simon glanced at the father who immediately intervened to quiet the child, a brief flicker of shame crossing his face.
The rest of that day was uneventful, except that Simon kept worrying about which video the kid had mentioned.
Was it the nude video? Or maybe it's just a character from a TV show who looked like him. The uncertainty kept him awake that night, but fortunately, nothing happened over the next several days.
Just as Simon started to believe it was a false alarm and gathered himself, the president called out to him when he was about to leave.
There was the father of that kid inside the office, arguing that Simon shouldn’t be allowed to teach. “I was just browsing the internet when I came across you filth and my son happened to see that,”he claimed,“It's sickening! It’s absolutely disgusting and completely inappropriate for someone like you to be a teacher！”He shouted at Simon,“You are a disgrace and a stain, a terrible influence on children！I refuse to have my kid be taught by someone like you！”
Hypocrite.
Simon knew the father was lying.
He had grown immune to such words after enduring similar attacks for so long. But he loved those kids. So he tried to fight.
But despite his love for the children and his determined efforts to defend himself, he still ended up getting fired.
He refused the father’s demand that he apologize in front of all children and parents and teachers.
The father turned out to have significant influence in the state, so school urged Simon to comply to avoid negative reputations.
Simon felt exhausted. Years ago, he had lost a similar battle when he stood alone for what was right.
Now, years later, he still lacked the power to win.
The president didn't want rumors spreading throughout the whole school, so he asked if Simon could apologize just to the class. The father reluctantly agreed.
So Simon apologized in front of the whole class at the end, yielding once again to the reality.
He snaps out of his memory as he feels sadness and when he turns to the next photo, his face softens again.
In the next photo, he and Wille is gazing at each other with eyes full of fondness.
They were supposed to take a selfie looking at the camera, but they both chose to look at each other instead, resulting in shared laughter captured by the phone.
After staring at the photos for a long while, Simon placed them back into the box and gently closed the lid.
He works for a small company where his daily grind revolves around excel.
Sometimes the files are too large, taking forever to open. Sometimes the files are a disorganized mess that no one bothers to structure, expecting the employees to magically make them clear to readable.
His job is dull. His life is dull. He feels his life stuck for a long time.
His dream doesn't come true. He doesn't have a ‘decent’ job. He doesn't have many friends. His financial situation can’t offer him much. He doesn't have a boyfriend who can give hin a hug during his lowest moments.
As a child, he eagerly expected middle school, then high school, hoping things would get better. However, his high school was far from happy, then he started to dream about university to escape from the reality.
But things never turned good for him. Now he stops looking forward to anything, feeling that nothing ever changes. Becasue he is the problem.
After work, his coworkers invite him to hang out at a new bar recently opened, which he declines as usual. He wonders why they haven't stopped asking him by now.
He sighs, heading home when he gets a message.
It's from Kurt, another man he has a sexual relationship with.
-Hey, want to come over tonight?
Simon thinks for a moment then replies with fine.
He went back home and took a shower before leaving for Kurt's home.
The moment he enters room, he is pushed hard against the door by a stranger and given a rough and harsh kiss.
He pants heavily out of breath and notices the other man is naked.
“What the fuck, Kurt？！You didn't say there was another person.”
“But you liked it, didn't you？” Kurt appears indifferent, showing no concern for Simon's feelings.
Simon shot him a piercing look in response. Simon gives that guy a look.
He is muscular and tall. His cock is already big when it’s not erect, Simon can't bring himself to imagine what it would look like when he is fully aroused.
Simon doesn't have anything else to do. Returning home would only remind him loneliness. Besides, it's not like he never did this before.
“Sure.”So he says.
“I know you'll say yes, slut.”
“Mmngnnn——”
“Ughh…”
Simon is on his four, taking one cock from behind and one with his mouth.
The person in front him, called Johan, thrusts into his mouth without any restrain after Kurt tells him he doesn't need to.
Simon's cheeks hollowed sucking a cock, saliva dropping down from the corner of his mouth.
Everything is in a mess. His face is being fucked with a rhythm, his hole with another.
Soon, the grab on his hair got tighter and the cock goes deeper and deeper.
Simon reaches out to place his hand on Johan's leg trying desperately to show he can't take it any longer.
But Johan remains too focused reaching his orgasm to notice, or, perhaps to care.
After what felt like an eternity, finally the man spills into his throat and withdraw after fucking a few more thrusts, leaving Simon struggling between coughing and breathing.
Kurt seems unfazed, enjoying the strong grip on his cock every time Simon coughs.
Kurt turns Simon on his back after pouring his sperm inside him. That's when Johan notices Simon already climaxed.
“I didn't even notice he had orgasmed.”Johan said.
“He orgasmed when you were rough with him. His hole was strangling my cock.”Kurt smirks while giving Simon a spank on his cheek,“I’ve told you, this whore can only have orgasm with pain. ”
“No way.”
“You could try to be gentle and you'll know.”
Simon whimpers as two hands trying to part his legs, unwilling to go for another round tonight.
“No.”Simon says, pushing himself up with his arms but Kurt grabs his jaw, exchanging a strange look with Johan.
Then Johan cups Simon's face instead of Kurt and kisses him softly while stroking his neck, almost giving Simon the feeling that Johan cares.
After their lips part, Johan says,“Simon, right？ You're so beautiful like this.”
Simon's dull eyes brightened slightly,“really?”
“Yes. You're. Now would you open your legs and let me eat you up?”
Simon looks into Johan's eyes for a moment longer before responding with a sad smile,“Sure.”
Johan stimulats Simon's cock using his mouth, with three fingers exploring Simon's hole.
Simon quickly becomes full aroused.
Despite responding eagerly to every touch and thrust, moaning and gasping loudly, Simon couldn't reach orgasm, no matter how Johan stimulated his sensitive spots or performed oral sex.
Simon feels agonized. He might not be able to cum without pain. But it doesn't mean he enjoys it. It hurts so much every time he nears orgasm but can't reach it.
“Let me cum, please.”Simon begged with tears streaming down his face.
“What do you want me to do,beautiful？”
“Choke me, bite me hard. Whatever you like.”Simon answers with a pained moan.
“Or squeeze his balls really tight.”Kurt adds, making Simon to resist.
“No.Ughhh！”But Simon’s words vanishes into his wheeze. And soon he releases in pain, panting heavily.
Johan watches him with amusement on his face.
“Wow. I like you a lot. Think we could do this again sometime?”
Simon tries his best not to show his emotions. He forced an indifferent look on his face and replied, "Of course."
Later, as Simon lay in bed, ready to fall asleep, he received another message from Kurt.
-Puppet, you did really well tonight.
Kurt likes it when Simon is obedient.
Unlike Hans, who always does everything to provoke Simon into struggling and making him cry, who is responsible for Simon's problem-can't orgasm without pain.
Several days later, Hans states after a rough sex which leaves Simon visibly still quivering from aftermath and tears.
“You don't fight any more. Do you know why I liked you？”He continues when Simon turns to look at him. “You had your own will. You would say no. You would fight even when you knew it wouldn’t change anything. And I very much enjoy it when I do whatever I want knowing you are suffering especially when you're begging even though you hates it so much, Simon.”
Simon feels nauseous.
He feels exhausted to fight anymore. People will do as they please with him, no matter he agrees or not.
“I guess we should try something new tomorrow night.”Hans says, handing him a card.
It's a night club, which Simon only heard of but never entered once.
The next day, in a avenue he is introduced to some new faces who gives him dirty and unsettling looks that make Simon feel like running.
He doesn't realize what place this is until he heard a sudden moan behind them. His eyes widened when he realizes what's happening.
Two naked men are having sex on the stage. People are recording them which they seems to not care and continuously moan really loudly.
Suddenly, a hand rested on his lap. It's one of those new faces who's staring at him with narrowed eyes and suddenly he realized what's about to happen.
Hans wants him to go on the stage, to be fucked by a stranger in public.
He turns to Hans, eyes widening in shock.
No.
Simon stands up, walking towards the door through the hallway.
Hans gives a signal to a burly figure and Simon's way out of this place is blocked.
“Get out of my way！”Simon shouted, trying to push the person but the person stands firm.
The big guy grabs Simon and forcefully pulls him back to his seat. Simon bites the guy’s arm and attempts to run only to be pushed to the ground and hit his lips accidentally, the taste of blood spreads in his mouth.
“Let go of me！I'm not gonna have sex in public and let everyone recording me！”
Years ago, August recorded his sex with Wille and Simon still suffers the consequences. He would never let it happen ever again.
He struggles,kickes,bites,shouts. But no one comes to help him.
Just as he is being dragged back to his seat once again, he kicks the guy's groin as hard as he can and turns to run.
He's almost at the door when another figure blocks his way.
“Get out of the way！”Simon pushes the person without looking.
“Simon？”a voice exclaimed.
Simon snaps his head up in surprise.
August.
It's August standing in front of him, and suddenly someone from behind yanks his hair.
“No！”Simon screamed while being dragged away by the buff guy, right in front of August.
August blocks their path. “What's going on？”August demanded.
Run.Run.Run.
Every cell in Simon's body screams at him to run.
Breaking free from the grip while the big guy is distracted by August, Simon pushes everyone and everything in his way, sprinting towards his safety.
He makes it outside. He is free now.
He turns left, wanting to run further to make sure it's safe when he collides into someone.
He doesn’t have time or energy to apologize. He needs to run.
But his wrist is grabbed again and he fall to the ground when trying to shake off the hand.
“No！Let go...”Simon protested.
“Simon？”
There, behind him, other than the big guy, stands a familiar figure who looks strikingly handsome in his tailored suit.
Simon looks up. “Wi...Wille...”
Wille reaches out a hand.
Simon hesitates, slowly placing his trembling hand in Wille's just as Hans and the big guy come out followed by August.
August approaches him. “Do you know them？”
Meanwhile Wille's still patiently waiting for his hand which is almost there.
Hans casts a meaningful glance at Simon, while the big guy stared at him with despise.
“Simon, whay happened？”Wille asks him with concern.
Suddenly Simon realizes his appearence.
His face is marked with multiple bruises, his lips bleeding, and his hair is messy.
This is not the face he wants to show Wille after all these years. Things are not supposed to turn out like this.
Simon withdraws his hand and stands up on his own,feeling anxious and unsettled.
Then, the rapid clicks of cameras fills the air.
Click. Click. Click.
The Clicking sound brings him back to those miserable memories from several years ago.
Breathing feels like a struggle now, Simon's on the verge of breaking down.
Help.help.help.
He needs help.
He covers his face, revealing only parts of his eyes, unwilling to be seen by the camera.
Help.help.help.
He glances Wille for a fleeting moment, struggling inside, before walking towards Hans.
“Please get me out of this place. I'll do whatever you want.”He begs to Hans who's looking back at him with an cruelly satisfying smile on his face.