A Day in Stockholm

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TW: Abuse, assault, degrading

Ace

The boy's pathetic words were so delicate. Now he's all mine. my dirty little secret.

I went downstairs to the basement to see the boy crying and his eyes puffed red, with bruises forming around his ankles and wrist.

"i see someone's finally woken up hm?" I said as i moved the blanket off of his body.

"What do you want from me? Please let me go"

I chuckled at how measly he was and so small compared to me. Perfect fun for some manhandling. But not today you handsome man.

"i'm afraid you're gonna have to do more then that darling" i chuckled while untying his wrists and ankles.

"Wow not even gonna thank me, fucking rude."

he tried to stand up but soon fell to my feet at the numbness of his ankles.

"aww is the poor wittle thing having trouble? Just get back on the bed."

"Anything for me to leave here a-anything" he stuttered as one of my hands made his way to his thighs.

"You know i've been stalking you for weeks, i've picked you out of that crowd everyday and followed you too and from school" then i slapped him in the face god it felt so good. "But you were too dumb and ditzy to even notice with that cocky power walk of yours."

"o-oh i thought your car looked f-f-familiar"he stammered, my hand shooting up his side caressing his hip with my thumb.

"god these are even prettier in person, your sweet little hips and ass are so cute." my hand came out of his shirt, and next i moved to his pretty neck. "god you're irresistible"

"please stop. I don't want this please you're making me uncomfortable."

"Well that's unfortunate isn't it bitch!" I choked him down into the bed he was sleeping on. "you're gonna enjoy every waking second of this and deep down inside you know you love all of this attention. because a college kid like you so far away from home and living by himself i bet all the attentions nice for a lonely whore like you hm"

I went into a dresser drawer, and got a pair of handcuffs. "Now you're not going anywhere pretry darling."

On the nightstand beside the bed was a black and red ball gag. "Open."

"No" he spit on me.

"oh sweetheart now that's a mistake."

i gripped at his face using my index and middle finger to pry his mouth open forcing the ball gag inside, as his drool and slobber leaked from his mouth. "atta boy", i took the boys limp and fragile body and turned him onto his stomach pulling out his arms from under him, to now be behind him, and cuffed his wrists together.

I couldn't help myself.

his ass was so perfect and plump.

i ran my hand over each globe of his ass, squishing it around.

"shhhtoppsh its" he kicked his feet.