Point of View : John
Date written : Saturday, November 26, 2016
Word count : 212 words
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*Smut may be involved. Just a warning. Anything in italics is smut.*
Alexander rushed through the door sobbing.
"John!" I stood up at the sound of my name.
"Yes? Alexander, what is the matter?" I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.
"John, its Washington. He's not running for president. Jefferson is." He cried into my shoulder.
"Oh, Alex. Babe, listen. Jefferson will never make it. He's too much of an asshole. He would never make it."
"I hope so... I'm scared. Washington handed me a drink and then explained how he was stepping down."
"That's George's business. Not ours. We can talk to Madison in the morning, maybe he can talk some sense into Thomas."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Can't guarantee that it will do anything, but we can talk to them."
"Thank you, John." Alex kissed John's cheek.
John pulled away. "Is that what you call a kiss?"
John smashed his lips into Alex's, catching Alex off guard. He stumbled backwards, but regained his composure when John pulled back.
"Fuck me, John."
"W-what?"
"Please."
"Alex. I don't k-know."
"Fuck me like you want too."
"O-okay."
John picked Alexander up by his thighs, and sat him on his hip. He walked into the master bedroom, and laid Alex on the bed. John walked to the closet, and dug out a pair of handcuffs.
Alex's eyes flashed with fear as the handcuffs were brought into the open. He backed up when John got closer.
"J-John. I don't know. Are those really necessary?"
"Yes. Now get over here before I fuck you hard."
He obliged and crawled over.
John grabbed Alex's wrist, and Alex squirmed.
"Alex. I won't hurt you. I won't gag you. You'll still be able to tell me if something hurts, i just don't want your hands to get in the way." John moved his hair out of the way. He kissed Alex's forehead, and went back to restraining him.
With the handcuffs tightened all the way, Alex screamed out of pain.
"John! That's too tight! Agh!"
"That's the point."
John pushed Alex's face into the mattress as John undressed. He finished taking his clothes off, then did the same to Alex. Alex shivered, and whimpered. John was feeling guilty for making the handcuffs too tight, but he knew that this way, if Alex tried to wriggle, he would burn himself and stop.
John pushed into Alexander, and heard Alex's scream of pain. John kissed his neck, to show that he cared.
John thrust forward, and Alex screamed again.
John repeatedly thrust, and Alex continued to scream.
This carried on for about an hour, before John pulled out. Alex was dripping, so John was pleased.
John put his clothes back on, and put Alex's clothes back on him. John left the handcuffs on, and smirked as he watched John struggle.
"I like seeing you like this..." John whispered, "all helpless. Restrained."
"John!!!"
"Sorry Alex. Your master is out to play. Buckle up."
