(Warning : rape scenes ahead)
His body heavy and pushing on him, as he kissed him forcefully and harshly, biting his lip so hard he can taste the blood on his tongue.
"M..mark, stop please," he whimpered between his kisses. "You're hurting me, s..stop..." Fresh tears stung his eyes as Mark continued to bite his already bruised lip. He didn't hear.
He continued to push himself on top of him as their pants became undone. "M...mark," He cried.
"Shut the fuck up, Troye," Mark hissed loudly as he slapped his cheeks. More tears sprang from his eyes as the searing pain pierced through his cheeks. Troye tried to push himself off him but he was just too muscular and heavy.
Then he felt him go inside him, and he thrust in and out of him. He didn't even bother using lube. His ass already felt numb from all the pressure and stretching.
"Mark..." Troye was straight up sobbing now and there was no stopping it. He continued to slam in and out of him, his nails digging into his back, until he finally came.
Troye winced at the pain when Mark harshly pulled himself out of him. Mark sighed and plopped on the couch, closing his eyes. "Go wash the dishes, Troye," He said. But Troye was too sore to move. His butt felt like it was on fire.
When he opened his eyes and saw that hs didn't move, he yelled at him.
"Troye Sivan Mellet! Are you fucking deaf!? I told you to go wash the dishes! And stop fucking crying you piece of slut." He said and slapped him again.
Troye winced and walked gingerly to the kitchen, still naked and his butt full of his come.
He didn't let him put on his clothes. He sometimes did that as his punishment when he really pissed him off. Mark once said that Troye could see how much of a slut he is, when he's naked in front of the mirror.
Troye walked quickly out of sight from Mark into the kitchen and he cried and cried and cried, alone, naked, as he truly believed that he deserved this because he was wrong for so much.
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