Life As He Knew It (Open)

John nodded, grinding his hips against Randy's, their hard ons pressed together. "Mm, I want you... fuck me, please..." He breathed. He wanted... kinky. Something out of the ordinary, and just straight up... odd. His body still hurt far to much for just rough fucking.

Randy smirked and whispered in his ear, "Try and make me."

John whined, just wanting some relief. He reached down, lightly stroking Randy, teasing him as he rand his thumb gently over the leaking head. "You want my ass?" He whispered in Randy's ear as he teased him.

Randy groaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck, yes," he breathed. He was so hard it hurt.

John smirked. "Then you better take it from me." He whispered. "Force it on me...." He growled, his hand going down to massage Randy's balls as he nipped his neck.

Randy groaned loudly, flipping them over so John was below him. He growled animalisticly, going straight for Johns neck and biting hard, his hands gripping Johns ass roughly.

John squealed, squirming ans half-heartedly struggling against Randy. He moaned when Randy went for his neck, and he squirmed even more, clawing at Randy's back.

Randy bit roughly up Johns neck as his finger teased his entrance, going in a bit and pulling out before tracing it and repeating the cycle all over. He whispered in Johns ear, "You like that, bitch?"

John just whimpered, bucking against Randy's fingers. The whole rape fantasy... was strangely turning him, which was odd considering his past. But this was Randy... and it felt fucking good. He wanted Randy to forced his legs apart... he wanted Randy to force it all on him while he struggled. It was turning him on so fucking much.

"Stop. Fucking. Struggling," Randy growled, a feeling of dominance coming over him like he never felt before. He held down John's hips, nails digging into them deeply. He felt blood start to seep from the wounds and he smiled.

John cried out in pain and pleasure as Randy's nails dug into the soft skin on his hips. John trembled, struggling harder and tried to close his legs. He loved the dominance, and it made him want to struggle and yell stop, because he knew that if he did, Randy would make it hurt... and that's what he wanted. "Stop!' He whimpered, squirming his hips, his cock begged for attention.

Randy growled again, his nails digging in furthur. "I... Said... Stop... Fucking... Struggling," he growled out, raking his nails down with each word, cutting Johns thighs open as he kept them spread, himself inbetween them.

John trembled in pleasure and faux fear as Randy scratched his thighs. "Please, stop..." He whimpered quietly, his bottom lip trembled before he hissed, "You can do better than that. Really force it on me. Fucking rape me..." He snarled quietly, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Randy gripped his jaw tightly, almost enough to break it. "Dont fucking tell me what to do!" he snapped, squeezing a bit tighter. He lined himself up with Johns entrance, plunging in and setting a fast, hard pace, every thrust at a different angle.

John screamed as Randy suddenly started fucking him rough and hard. He felt himself tear and bleed. It felt amazing, but it hurt bad. He bit his lip, tears falling down his cheeks from the pain, but mostly from the immense pleasure. "Stop, please..." He cried, reaching down to touch himself, his cock hurting from lack of attention. "O-Oh..." He moaned as he started stroking himself.

Randy growled, tearing his hands away. "Did I fucking tell you that you could touch yourself? No!" he barked, gripping Johns wrists tightly, cutting off the circulation as he pinned them to Johns sides.

John whimpered, sniffling slightly as Randy squeezed his wrists. "P-Please..." He cried softly, desperatly wanting relief. He screamed at the top of his lungs when Randy hit his sweet spot. "Stop it please, let me go!" He cried, struggling harder, bucking his hips against Randy's cock.

Randy smirked and whispered in his ear, "Why should I?" His thrusts were still changing angles, making sure he didnt hit his sweet spot every time.

John whined loudly when Randy missed his sweet spot. "Please, can I cum..." He gasped, sweating and crying as Randy kept pounding into his tight body. "Please!" He sobbed, struggling wildly, wanting to be touched.

Randy smirked. "Why? Give me one good reason," he said sadistically.

John whimpered and bit his lip. "Because... Because you love me... and you wanna touch me." He gasped, squirming his hips again, begging for attention

Randy smirked, letting go of his wrists and wrapping his hand around his cock tightly, slowly beginning to pump.

John closed his eyes as Randy stroked his cock, his head tilted back and his mouth open slightly as he let out breathy moans. That mixed with the pleasure of Randy fucking him made his orgasm impossble to hold back. He squealed loudly, struggling and squirming wildly as he came long and hard.

Randy groaned loudly, too overcome by pleasure to care that John came without permission. He threw his head back and moaned pornographically as he came inside John, coating the condom.

John's body sagged against the bed, completely worn. He groaned quietly, feeling the effects of the rough sex. He was torn up bad, and his blood coated his thighs and the condom. "Ow..." He whimpered when he moved, the pain bringong tears to his green eyes.