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Ray.
Are you smartmouthing me boy?
Alright, that's it, homoerotic literature time!
Ray whips off his pants. Using the belt to tie your arms to the back of a nearby chair. You scream as he slaps you repeatedly in the ass. Harder and harder. It stings. It burns. You feel the blood start to trickle. Tears, warm, flowing down your face.
Still begging him to stop, you hear a shuffling behind you. You know what's coming. He thrusts deeply into you. Roughly, crudely. He chuckles as you beg. He hits you so hard your penis slams into the chair. You begin getting erect. HIs warm breath on the back of your neck. The evil laugh ringing in your ears. How can he still be laughing, you think. You wonder if it's perhaps an echo, or perhaps you're simply losing your mind in this situation. The blood from the earlier abuse has already pooled under your foot. Ray slips, slamming your face into the back of the chair. Your wrists snap violently. You try to scream, but there's too much blood in your mouth. It's now running down your chin.
Ray then pulls out, delivering a burst of semen onto your back.
It mixes with the blood as it runs down to the floor. The chair is now dyed red with the blood from your mouth.
You hear a door close.
You're thankful that you're still alive, and that it's finally over.
For now.