Chapter 3
Warning: a man rapes Paul and makes him do dirty things.
PAUL’S POV
We’re in a house out of the city. Now I can see this man. He’s old and fat, and it makes me sick.
“So, Mr. McCartney… or should I say Paul.”
“Who are you and what do you want from me?”
“Well, I’m the man I am. And I think you know what I want.”
He slowly begins to rub my dick through my pants. I push him away, disgusted. He grabs a knife.
“Listen, McCartney, if you don’t let me do it, I’ll kill you right here, okay?”
“O… okay”
“Good.”
He starts to undo my shirt. He places a hand on my chest.
“Mmmh….”
He pulls my shirt off, then he begin sucking my nipple. He slowly undoes my belt, then his shirt. He pulls away my pants, leaving me in boxers.
“Wank me.”
I stay frozen. He hits my cheek.
“Wank me, I said.”
So I start to wank him. His moans are so loudly that he could wake up everyone in the vicinity, but there’s no one here.
“Stop.” He says.
I stop and he pulls my boxers down. He wanks me a little.
“Suck me off.”
“No, pl…”
He hits me on the nose, on the mouth, on the cheek, until the blood begins to come down.
“Do what I say or I’ll kill you.”
He pulls me down and I have to do it. I suck his dick. He moans.
“Don’t stop until I cum, and then drink it!”
I’m sick, but I don’t want to die right here. I feel him getting excited and excited, and then, in a few seconds, he comes. I have to drink his cum and it’s disgusting. Then he picks me up and closes me in a bedroom. I begin to sob quietly.
The room hasn’t got a window. There’s a small bathroom. I go there and throw up everything into the toilet. I cry harder.
“John… please, John, come here…” I say, before falling asleep.
