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The market of the future [ Uke x skylar ]

Tears streamed heavily down his face as he screamed and sobbed in agony. Naturally his body was aroused by the thrusting but that was purely instinct, he wasn't really enjoying this at all! It hurt like hell and he was almost afraid that he was really going to be broken in half! ' AUUUUUUUUGH!~" Saliva dripped down his chin as he continued to twist and squirm in splintering pain. More blood spilled out from his rear, the fragile tissue in his entrance cracking at the force bestowed upon them. " UWAH!~ AUUUUGH!~ " Pounding his fist on the floor board he cried out in anguish. His eyes widened even more, tears overflowing, as the beasts knotted flesh entered him. " STOP IT!~ IT HURTS!~ AUGH!~" he shouted over and over, his own member, running on it's sexual need, over flowing with pre-cum. His tests had swollen slightly, seed filling them and as the thrusts started to go even harder he found his eyes shaking, voice caught in his throat for a second before he let out a piercing scream. " AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNN!~" his insides clenched, wounded greatly, as he came hard, slamming his head against the ground in an attempt to distract from the blistering pain that shot through his rear as the shredded muscles constricted.
 
The beast came; knot swelling and tying Luke to him as his hot seed spilled forth into the boy's ravaged ass. Laboured panting and breathing filled time as he held Luke there, sobbing, bleeding, before tearing out his shaft. As he slowly began to lose arousal and regain control, Noah quickly fled the spot, leaving Luke there to sit in the room.

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When the morning sun finally rose, Noah returned. He swiftly lifted the boy's pained form and carried him to the master bedroom, depositing the boy there without a word. He pulled the covers over the boy and took a seat in the chair in the back corner. He sighed shakily to himself and ran a hand through his hair.
"I..." he tried to start, not even sure how to put this into words
 
Tears staining his cheeks he was left to himself after the beast came, his body trembling as hot seed dripped out of his slightly gaping entrance, mixing with blood. It hurt so much... So much that he felt like smashing his head over and over into the ground to remove himself from the pain. He felt like dying. But what would the use be? He knew he could never kill himself. And so, the sobbing male remained in place, shuddering and shivering until morning finally came around.

His body instantly tensed when he heard footsteps approaching, but he was too weak to even protest as he was scooped into Noah's arms and taken to the master bedroom. His body met the plush bed with a wince, bloodied and bruised skin covered with a blanket before the werewolf moved to sit in the corner of the room. His eyes were dull, lips parted slightly as he stared ahead dried blood on his cheek. " I hate you. " He whispered. " You took me into your house and then ran off. Work. That's your excuse. But apparently that wasn't all. You lied to me. " he shivered turning his dull gaze towards Noah. " Why didn't you just tell me the truth.....?"
 
"Because I didn't mean for you to find out the truth. Ive been taking drugs to prevent that from happening. But because you aggravated me, the drug's effect wore off."

He rubbed his chin a bit, not even having the soul to look up at the boy. Noah hadn't meant to hurt him, at least, that badly; but although Luke had caused it, it was still his fault that he couldn't control himself. "I told you the truth to keep you safe from that. This, by the way, also explains the markings in the basement. I used to lock myself up down there."

He sighed heavily, exasperated, before standing. The man walked out, AGAIN, but this time to return to Luke with what had been made for breakfast. He put the plate beside the boy on the nightstand. "Strong enough to eat...?"
 
( I'm on a semi-hiatus right now so posting will vary. I may not post somedays and other's I will post only a little and there will be some where I post a lot . I'm trying to get back into the swing of things)
 
" Oh so it's my fault. Okay I see. " he said bitterly. How in the hell was it because of him?! Told him the truth? He didn't tell him the damn truth! If he thought saying it now was telling him then he was damn fucking wrong! He hated this guy! He hated him so much! Every part of his body was ridden with ache. He smelled terrible as well. Blood, sweat and cum all mixed together. The gaping in his rear had thankfully closed up a good bit, but he was still very sore. Though... even if he hated the guy... he kinda felt bad. Not much at the moment, but underneath his anger and hurt he felt bad that he was going through such a thing. Locking himself down in the basement? That sounded awful. Then again, what he had to him wasn't to pleasant either.

His gaze fell back down to the ground as Noah left the room, though this time he returned with breakfast. Tears stung his eyes as the male spoke to him. " I'm not hungry. Leave me alone!" he hissed through the tears. Wiping his face against the pillow he forced himself to calm down. Dammit, when had he become such a wuss...? Body curling he winced at the wounds on his arm breaking back open and bleeding. He needed to wash... And he would have if he had the strength to get up and wash himself. He'd be damned if he was going to stay like this though.

( Psst psst ! Noah should wash him > 3 > )
 
(Mmk.)

Noah sighed and shook his head to himself, curling the boy gingerly in his arms. "C'mon. Let's get you cleaned." He hoisted the boy into his strong arms and carried him away from the bed and out the door. Transporting the boy down the hall and intto the bathroom, he began to ran the water with a hand let loose. He slowly laid the boy into the filled tub, making sure not to hurt him.

Grabbing a sponge, he began to wash down the boy, removing traces of blood, sweat, and his own cum, shuddering slightly once as he got a good look of the marks he had put onto the boy's body. Once finished, he lifted the boy out and set him on the edge of the tub to towel him off, putting small wraps of gauze around the more major wounds on his upper arms.
"....there."
 
( sorry it took so long to get back a reply)

He wanted to punch him. He wanted to kick him. He wanted to do something! But the aching in his body had him easily being taken into the arms of Noah, and carried out of the bedroom. He could hardly protest as he was slowly lowered into the warm water. " Hfffsh!" he hissed softly as the opened wounds on his body were met with the soapy water. It stung badly. However, when all the fluids had been wiped clean, his pale skin was there once more. The only things left were the various bruises and the large gashes on his arms. An awkward silence had filled the room, filling the air in a choking sensation. He wanted to say something. But.. he didn't know what. So, he remained silent as the werewolf gently set him on the edge of the tub, drying his smaller frame before treating his wounds with an antiseptic and wrapping them.

Looking down at his feet he felt his lips trembling. Then he did something he thought he would never had done. Pushing forward, seemingly ignorant of the sharp pain in his limbs, he fell against the other, knocking him to the floor as he gripped his shirt. " You're so stupid!" He cried, tears welling up in his eyes. " Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" he delivered feeble punches to the males chest before he finally just gripped his shirt again, head pressed against the males upper body. " Acting like your tough and you don't care isn't helping anyone! If you're really not using me then be honest with me! " he sobbed softly, frame shaking.

" I don't want you to lie to me.. "
 
Noah wasn't in the least bit shocked as he fell to the ground, with Luke on top of them. In fact, he had expected such a rebellious action from the boy, given the right moment. The senseless, frail jabs against his chest were nothing but butterfly tickles, but the words spoken pounded his mind like no other. Yet his countenance remained a quiet monotone as he waited for the boy to just go back to gripping at his shirt, with his head pressed to his upper body. Noah could feel Luke's small frame shaking as he sobbed softly, arms slowly coming to rest not at his sides, parallel to the ground, but with his fingers gingerly laced around the boy's hands, gripped tightly to his shirt.

"I don't do it purposely," were the only, nearly silent words of console he offered at first. Then, more came as he pondered swiftly. "I don't mean to hurt you. No, in fact, I don't purposely try to come off as 'tough' or 'uncaring'... it's just a natural part of me now. Ever since I turned, its just been a lingering aura and mindset." He closed his eyes, removing the connection of their eyes for a moment, that neither probably had noticed until that very second.

"I don't enjoy it, either."
 
He himself was rather surprised to feel the stronger males hands clasping over his own. "Hah?" The small gasp left him as he heard his words. Blinking, small drops of salty water falling from his lashes he looked up at Noah. " You... You don't?" So he wasn't really trying to act that way? Clothed in just a simple towel, strands of wet berry colored hair tickling his face, Luke slowly sat up; though he remained on top of Noah still. Lowering his gaze he fell into silence. He'd never been one to be short on things to say. But suddenly, he was finding very hard to say anything. " Um... Is it.. too late to take your offer up on breakfast? " he asked softly, a small pout playing on his lips. Damn. He felt so weird... It was like he'd become so unsure of himself without any reason. Well... maybe there was a reason. Maybe... Maybe it was Noah.

Forgetting that his limbs were still rather fragile he stood up, " Hah?!" The young boy found his legs buckling instantly, his body crumpling to the floor. " Ow.." he winced softly.
 
Noah caught the boy's frail form as he fell, holding him steadily. "I gotcha'," he said gently, standing slowly. Putting the boy into his arms again, he rose to firmly planted feet, keeping the boy wrapped up in the plain towel. "No, it's still time for breakfast," he said with an evanescently kind tone. Walking from the bathroom with Luke cradled in his arms, he went down the hall and to the kitchen.

"What would you like?" he asked, fingertips brushing along the door of the large refrigerator, after setting Luke on a chair at the countertop.


(Sorry if slightly short; multitasking.)
 
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