Out Of Control [Milex]

Breaking Point

"You fucking slut. It's my fault for thinking words would do the trick but a stupid whore like you won't understand anything unless he's fucked over it"

Alex was dragging Miles by the hair across the house. The boy almost tripped and fell so many times. "I'm sorry, Al! Please!" He was pleading to be forgiven but it was no use. He desperately and hopelessly held onto Alex's wrist

What did Miles do? Well, Miles has been ghosting Alex for a while. He was away on vacation with his mum, and he would never call Alex. Not just that, he'd not pick up when Alex called or not reply to his texts. Despite Alex having told him there'll be consequences.

Alex threw Miles on the bed and started ripping his clothes off. Roughly.

There really was no mercy this time.

"Alex! Please I'm sorry!" The boy's voice was cracking. He was scared. The adrenaline rushing through his body gave him shivers every few seconds.

Alex slapped Miles across the face and all over this exposed body several times. His face got completely red and because of the pain he was feeling tears were running down his eyes. He was scared, but he didn't even think of using the safe word. Not even once. He loved it when Alex took full control and treated him like nothing. That made him feel fucked up but he didn't care. He loved it and he knew Alex loved it as well.

"Alex..." He mumbled. Alex grabbed Miles' face abrasively and pulled him closer, digging his fingers into his cheeks "you want me to tape your mouth?"

Miles shook his head barely "n-no..."

Alex let go of his face, roughly pushing his head back onto the pillow which made Miles feel like his brain was shaking inside his skull. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You think you have the right to ignore me and get away with it?" Alex slapped Miles again.

"No, sir" Miles cried out.

Alex got off from the bed and grabbed a fistful of Miles' hair, pulling him to stand up as well.

"Knees." He ordered. And Miles obeyed, letting himself fall down on his knees. He knew what Alex was going to do, so he held Alex's belt and started to unbuckle it. He stopped when Alex slapped him "hands on your back. You're not allowed to touch."

Miles did as he was told, intertwining his hands on his lower back as he watched Alex take his hard dick out of his trousers. He held Miles by the back of his hair again and without warning shoved his cock down the boy's throat, all the way. Miles gagged and his eyes instantly filled with tears. But that was the point. Alex pushed Miles' head back, almost letting him breathe before thrusting again. He wasn't moving, only pushing Miles' head around to fuck his mouth. Tears ran down Miles' eyes once more. He was making graphic sounds; gagging, moaning, sobbing... And Alex loved each of them.

After about thirty seconds of this torture Alex pulled Miles' head away one last time. He smeared the mixture of his precum and Miles' saliva that was hanging between his mouth and Alex's dick on the boy's face as well as spitting on it himself.

Alex pulled Miles' hair down, making him look at him. Well, not exactly look. Miles had his eyes half closed and even if they were open he wouldn't be looking anywhere. He looked messed up.

His hair was messy, his mouth was still open and he was still making choked noises mixed in with sobs.

"Fuck... You have to see your face right now..."

Alex took the polaroid camera that was conveniently placed on the nightstand. He turned the lens towards his fucked up boyfriend down on his knees and took a picture.

"My little slut..." He slurred.

He placed the camera back on the nightstand before pulling Miles up. Miles, still half unconscious, let out a barely understandable mumble in protest "oh you thought it was over?" Alex teased "you dumb hoe" he slapped the younger again and pushed him back on the bed "it's not over until I say it is. You're lucky I have you a break at all"

Alex got on top of miles and flipped him over "Alex... Alex please..." Miles whimpered.

That earned him a harsh spank "You don't have a fucking say in this, you disgusting bitch"

Miles sobbed as Alex held his hips and brought them up, making Miles stick his ass in the air.

Without any preparation and just Miles' saliva used as lube, Alex pushed into the boy. Miles let out a loud string of moans and curses. Alex slapped him on the ass again "shut up, slut!" He yelled as he started thrusting roughly into him. But Miles didn't stop moaning. With each thrust he'd scream more and more, getting louder each time.

"Ugh, I don't have to fuckjng deal with you" Alex mumbled before taking one of the pillows and pressing it on Miles' face. His face was leaning on the side so he had space to breathe. "There, you like this? You like being a faceless little fucktoy? Completely objectified?" Alex yelled for Miles to hear all the degrading comments he made about him. But of course, Miles couldn't answer. If he could, the answer would be yes.

Alex got faster and rougher with his thrusts, making Miles feel like his insides were being destroyed. The boy was screaming so loudly that it was clearly audible even with his face under the pillow. He came so many times that he lost the count. He was going to pass out at this rate. His brain was completely melted and the stars in front of his eyes had became hallucinations; seeing more scenarios of himself being wrecked by his boyfriend.

Alex kept pressing on the pillow on Miles'face with one hand as he brought his other hand to the younger boy's throat, squeezing with each in and out movement.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum.." Alex mumbled moments before he shot his load inside his boyfriend. After a few seconds he pulled out and  pulled the pillow off Miles' face.

The boy's legs dropped down. He was still silently moaning within deep and fast breaths.

"Fuck... Baby, are you alright?" Alex asked. Miles couldn't talk so he used the last of his strength to make a thumbs up with his hand.

Alex was back to his usual loving self now that the game was over. They were both winners.

"I'm sorry was that too hard?" Alex asked after Miles' breathing became steady again. He still wasn't moving

"No... That was perfect Al... We should do this more often... Really, but not in the near future please."

Alex chuckled and kissed Miles on the cheek "you're in control, love. I won't do anything you don't want"

"I love you..." Miles mumbled right before he fell asleep. "I love you too" Alex whispered.

Alex took the polaroid picture off the nightstand and looked at it. He smiled

"fucking gorgeous..."