Sugar Daddy

A Nightmare You Can't Escape From

"Why are you doing this?" Tee kicked open their apartment door, stumbling onto the wooden floor. His moves are clumsy and stiff. He tried to stand up, only to be crashed down on the floor.

"Fuck!" He whined painfully. He moved himself up, until he is on his hands and knees. "Why..do..you..have to do this..?" He cried, squeezing his eyes shut, his head hanging low. He listened to the sound of their door slamming shut, and footsteps coming closer.

In a second, he was lifted off the floor and was slammed against the hard wall. Lenny pressed him tightly on to the wall with his Forearm on his chest. The other one was wrapped around his throat, the grip getting tighter and tighter.

Tee clutched onto his husbands grip around his neck, clawing at Lenny's skin, struggling to break from this iron cage. He felt his chest tighted with the lack of air.

His tear filled eyes landed on Lenny's red ones, he let his body go plant, to become a rag doll in Lenny's grip. He was losing the strength anyway.

As expected, Lenny let go of his body, only to slap hard across his face with the back of his hand. Its force made Tee crashed on to the floor again. Tee cries pitifully, holding his cheek. "Fucking asshole!" He screamed in pain. After shuffling around, he finally stood up, ungracefully. His hand grabbed the first thing in his reach; a porcelain vase, and threw it across the hall way in a weak fling of arm. If Lenny hadn't dodged it, it would have made him unconscious.

Vase obviously shattered into pieces. He frowned at his husbands glare and dragged himself to to kitchen, leaning on to the wall for support. His vision was becoming blurry. And his drunken gaze landed upon a half empty wine bottle. Before he could reach it, he felt a a hand grabbing on to his heir, and pulling his head back, until he was pressed against the hard chest of his husband. A loud cry escaped from his lips as Lenny chomped down into his neck. Tee squirmed in his grasp. "Stop!...it...ahhh!...hurts!"

"Shut up bitch!" Lenny growled, bending his younger husband's body over the kitchen table by sheer force. Tee cried again. His head was throbbing and his body was becoming numb. Lenny's bite mark on his neck must be bleeding. The wound was stinging.

His hand roamed on the table to find the wine glass he placed there before attending the party. And as soon as he reached it, he grabbed it tight and twisted his arm to hit Lenny's face with it.

Lenny loosened his grip, falling back with a his. Tee held tight onto the table and turned around to look at his husband, whose cheek was cut from the impact of broken shards.

Lenny's face was red in fury. He charged his young husband again, slamming him down on the table; this time making Tee face him. He pulled down his trousers and underwear in on swift motion and threw it behind him. Tee moaned as Lenny spread his legs forcefully. Tee's face was flushed. Both from excessive amount of alcohol and arousal of his husband rubbing his boner against his naked crotch. Lenny was pressing his forearm against his chest, pinning him to the hard surface of the table. And his other hand was holding Tee's thigh up, his nails digging into smooth flesh, breaking the skin. And Tee was too drunk to care...to feel. He wrapped his arms around Lenny's neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss.

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"I hate you..." Tee mumbled groggily onto his soft pillow. His couldn't feel a single inch of his body. It went completely numb after his husband took him several times, on the table, up against the wall, and lastly on their bed to be civil enough.

Lenny was laying his head on his crossed arms, looking at the ceiling. "We need another apartment in city" he mumbled, without acknowledging Tee's confession. They rarely stay at their own mansion. It's only reasonable to make their apartments more comfortable and luxurious.