Almost blind | Haobin

🔞4| he must be disappointed in me |4🔞

‼️ TW: short smut at the beggining. Skip to ☆ if you want! ‼️

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"Don't... stop already! That's... that's enough-" Hao's words were cut off by another powerful thrust, making him scream even louder. His nails dug deep into the edge of the cold metal table, which shook with every movement Julson made. The room filled with the older man's grunts, mingling with the younger boy's desperate cries for mercy, although he knew there was no mercy waiting for him anytime soon.

Tears streamed down Hao's cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled with the indescribable pain. "I told you to be a good boy, remember?" a voice whispered close to his ear, sending a chill through him. His voice made his tears flow even faster. "But you kept running from this damn hospital like it's nothing! This is what your ass deserves for sneaking out," the words punctuated by another forceful forward motion.

One of his large hands covered Hao's mouth, muffling his cries, while the other gripped his backside, holding him firmly in place. The man's anger radiated through every movement, vibrating through Hao's body. He had completely abandoned any pretense of professionalism - if he ever had any at all - so this moment felt like no big deal to him.

With no family, no kids, and plenty of money, he could afford to think with his dick, rather than his brain. That's why things always ended up this way. It wasn't the first time, but for Hao, each time felt just as painful as the first. His lower body hadn't even fully healed, yet here he was again, feeling himself breaking down further and further.

He couldn't do anything about it. He was just a teenager with health and mental issues in a psychiatric hospital. No one would believe someone like him. Why would he even dare to speak up? He was just grateful to still be alive.

"Your dad wants to visit you today," the man said in a sharp voice, although Hao could hear a hint of mockery in his tone. With another deep thrust, Hao's head fell forward onto the table. "Don't embarrass yourself, Hao. You don't want your father to see you like this, after everything he's done for you, right?" The man's laughter echoed in Hao's head as he drove his manhood even deeper. "It's enough that you're useless, crybaby, trouble maker and blind. He is already disappointed in you enough.'

It was enough to make Hao tremble uncontrollably, which only seemed to excite the man further. Hao could feel it in the man's loud grunts and the tightening grip on his small frame. He savored every second of this, relishing each tear that fell down Hao's face, the result of his words and actions.

"Almost there..." he whispered into Hao's ear. Hao could barely keep his eyes open, and with one last thrust, he felt a surge of warmth inside him.

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Dr. Julson's head fell onto Hao's bare back, his teeth bitting Hao's skin, making him whimper in pain. Their bodies were still pressed tightly together, which only added to Hao's disgust. "That was good," he purred into Hao's ear, moving his strong hand from a younger boy's mouth to his backside and giving it a sharp slap. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice about running out of this hospital."

And he was right. Hao will remember this every time he will stand, not even trying to run away again. He was totally broken and it was difficult for him to even dress up and go back to his room on the second floor of this hospital.

With every step, he felt everything that Dr. Julson did to him. His hand was gripping the wall for support and with deep sigh, he opened the door of his room, witch he shared with Taerae, his roommate.

Hao's presence in the room immediately caught Taerae's attention. Taerae was sitting on his bed, his brown hair messy, snuggled into his oversized yellow hoodie, paired with red pants. His eyes drifted over Hao's disheveled appearance, noticing the tired expression on his face.