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He buries himself within me—the monsterandthe man—as I come hard, clawing at him and screaming his name over and over, and over again. It’s a lament, a portent, a warning to myself and my battered heart as both my body and my heart weep for him.
But if I thought this battle would end with my orgasm, I was sorely mistaken.
Konrad keeps pumping balls deep within me. He kisses me as hard as he fucks me, and I don’t get a chance to come down from my orgasm and dwell in the satiated bliss that follows because he’s not done with me yet. Konrad’s large hands squeeze my tits, my arse, my hips, my arms, bruising me with his touch, marking me with his grip.
This is a purging of all the horror he’s endured.
Every thrust tears at my walls.
Every kiss punches a hole in the solid foundation of my hate.
Yet, despite the brutal fucking, there’s a vulnerability that I see within him. It batters at my defences as the boy fights against the monster who has grabbed hold of him so fiercely. It claws into his muscle and bone, desperately trying to hold on, but Konrad is stronger than he gives himself credit for.
With taut muscles and veins bulging beneath his skin. With sweat pouring from his body and eyes rolled back in his head. With teeth bared and my name on his lips. With every inch of his body, Konrad fights.
My God, he fights.
Everyone had warned me that Leon was the most dangerous, the one to fear, but I know now as Konrad tries to extricate himself from his monster, that it was always him.
Back and forth they battle, and all I can do is fightwithhim.
At this moment, all I can do is help him.
It’s not a position I ever thought I’d find myself in, but here we are.
Grasping his cheeks in mine, I force Konrad to look at me. I stare into the face of all his darkness as he rams into me and say; “I’m strong enough. Let it go.”
“Fuccckkkkkkkk!” he roars, tears pouring from his eyes as he bruises me with the force of his pain, his whole body shuddering and shaking as he comes, the last dregs of his suffering leaking from him into me.
Leon steps up behind him, tears streaming from his eyes as his own feelings of love and empathy for his brother show themselves. I don’t even think he realises that he’s crying too, these men who’ve never been allowed to feel are doing so now, and it hurts.
Ithurtsthem.
“Brother, let it go. Let it go,” Leon says, circling Konrad’s waist with his arm, pressing his cheek against his cheek.
Konrad shivers and shakes, his cock pulsating inside of me, his hips jerking against mine as he slowly calms, until finally something slips from his eyes and a long breath of air whooshes from his chest.
Everything stills.
His body. Mine. Leon’s. Our mingled breaths. The beads of sweat covering our skin.
It all stops.
Time ceases to exist, and a strange kind of sensation begins to unravel inside of me. In that moment I realise that it isn’t just Konrad who lets go of something poisonous, it’s me too.
It’s me too.
“Konrad, Leon, I need to tell you both some—”
Konrad raises his finger to my lips, shaking his head as he transforms before me. The expression on his face softens, his lips part and his eyes spark with...hope. That hope is like a sharp knife to my gut. It twists my innards, tearing me up. It cuts me deeper than I ever thought it could because I know what’s coming.
There is no hope, only death.
And that realisation, ithurts.
