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The first thing he notices, barely awake, his eyes still closed and the blanket drawn up around his shoulders, is how warm he is.
Distantly, in the back of his mind, Aaron knows something is wrong. It’s the middle of winter, his heater is broken, and he had fallen asleep shivering. And yet, now something warm is pressed against his back.
That’s the moment he feels it. A gentle hand rubbing up and down his arm, as if trying to soothe him. Aaron’s eyes shoot open.
His room is still dark, the faint blue lighting letting him know that it’s at least close to sunrise. It’s late, and there’s only one person he knows who would break into his house and crawl into bed with him.
“Go back to sleep.” He can hear Josef whisper behind him, and he nearly chokes on the startled sound that leaves his throat.
Despite himself, he feels almost eased by Josef’s soft voice amidst the quiet of the night. He’s always been strangely comforting, even in the bizarre DVDs he’s been sending him lately.
He closes his eyes, trying his best to relax, slowly sinking into the mattress until he’s limp again. His fear, the adrenaline, has made him utterly exhausted again, but he still focuses his attention on Josef behind him.
He feels the bed’s weight shift around slightly before Josef’s arm is under the blanket, wrapping around his midsection. He sucks in a shaky breath, trying to stay calm.
Josef’s breath on the back of his neck grows hot and ragged, and he can feel every hair on his body stand on edge. Something isn’t right.
The hand around his waist travels downwards, reaching the waistband of his boxers and immediately pulling them down. Part of him knew that this was where this had to be going, but it still startles and scares him regardless.
Josef’s soft hands travel down the backs of his legs, leaning down the bed until he pulls the bunched up fabric off of Aaron’s feet. It’s so intimate it makes him nauseous, feeling him touch him like this.
The man settles behind him again, pulling him closer by his midsection until he’s spooning him. With this new angle, Aaron can finally feel it.
Josef is hard and naked behind him, the skin on skin contact forcing a whimper from his throat. He doesn’t know how to get out of this situation, no matter how badly he wants to.
If he runs, he knows Josef will tie him up and take him anyway. He can’t get out of this, he can only prolong the inevitable. And, if he stays still and lets Josef do this, he’ll be gentler, surely.
He can feel his warm hand settling on his thigh, lifting his leg up so Josef’s cock can fit between his legs. The thickness of it is a surprise, though the length feels a little below average.
Good, Aaron decides. The smaller, the easier and quicker this will be to get through. Maybe Josef is inexperienced and will finish right away, judging by his size alone.
The tip slides up between his folds, forcing his legs to tense up as Josef gasps behind him. He can hear him moan in approval, grinding up against him more insistently.
There’s almost no pressure to his swollen bud, Josef’s cock focused on trying to slip inside of him. This will be easier to sit through if he doesn’t cum anyway.
The thick head finally pops inside, and he groans quietly. He isn’t wet enough for it to be comfortable, and he can hear Josef curse behind him before he pulls out.
He lets go of his leg, laying Aaron back down before he can hear his bedside drawer being opened. He can hear the quiet pop of the bottle cap and relaxes immediately.
When Josef settles back between his legs, his hand now wet as it holds up his leg, he slides in much quicker and much easier. His thrusts start shallow, to the point where Aaron can hardly feel them much to his relief.
But, as Josef continues, his thrusts grow faster, deeper, more insistent. He can feel the older man manoeuvring his body until he’s laying flat on his back with Josef between his legs.
He cries out as he starts to thrust again, the new angle forcing the fat head of his cock to bump his low cervix every few thrusts. It’s horribly painful, and he can’t stop himself from crying out every time that sensitive spot gets abused.
Tears well up in his eyes, threatening to fall as he stares up at his assaulter. Josef looks deranged, drooling onto his own chin with his eyes glazed over. It’s awful.
Before Aaron can even really think about it, Josef’s thrusts are getting even more painful, now purposefully hitting his aching cervix again and again. He shouts out in pain, tears finally spilling down his face.
“Stop! Pull out!” He begs, grabbing at Josef’s jacket, trying to push him off of him, but it’s no use.
Josef grabs his legs before he can even land a kick in, lifting them up until his knees are pressed against his chest. It’s somehow an even more humiliating position than the one he was in previously.
Above him, Josef moans like this is the best moment of his life, hitting Aaron’s cervix a final time before he just stops.
Beneath him, Aaron’s mind can’t catch up to what’s happening, too distraught and horrified to think until it’s impossible to ignore.
Josef pulls out and he can feel the warm, sticky sensation between his legs. He grits his teeth. He’s stuck somewhere between anguish and rage before Josef is bending down, leaving his line of sight.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He chokes out, exhausted, in pain, watching as Josef kneels down at the edge of the bed.
When he comes back up, he’s wearing that horrifying fucking mask again. Aaron immediately slams his legs closed, scooting himself up the bed, trying to get away.
But Josef follows him, grabbing him by his ankles and tugging him back down, forcing his legs apart again. Aaron screams, hitting Josef’s chest, his shoulders, anywhere he can reach.
It’s no use.
Somehow, Josef is hard again and slamming his cock back inside of Aaron’s thoroughly abused hole. He moans in agony as Josef’s fingers dig into his hips, bound to leave bruises he’ll be forced to look at once this is all over.
He’s even more brutal than the first time. He rapes Aaron like the wild animal he surely thinks himself to be, panting above him as he watches Aaron cry.
Beneath him, Aaron goes limp, resigned to quiet noises of pain and sniffles as more tears roll down his face. It’s degrading, to be forced to look at such a stupid looking mask while this is happening to him. He hates it.
Josef growls above him, some pathetic attempt at behaving more like an animal as he slams his cock against Aaron’s cervix again. He sobs as he can feel the blood that follows after, hoping desperately that the damage isn’t permanent.
But Josef just keeps going. He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts like he never wants it to end, grabbing at Aaron like he’s a slab of meat.
By the time he’s finally finishing again, Aaron can’t even find the energy to beg him not to cum inside, because he knows he’ll just do it anyway.
When Josef pulls out, he gags at the wet feeling between his legs, knowing that it’s a mixture of cum and his own blood. He feels filthy, like he wants to rip off every inch of his skin in order to be clean again.
He doesn’t even know when it happens, but a moment later Josef is rubbing at his swollen clit, his mask forgotten as he pleasures him.
Aaron squirms to get away, but he resigns when his legs refuse to work. It’s at least somewhat pleasant, with his cervix still aching and certainly bruised, his hips stinging and blood staining his bedsheets.
Josef is surprisingly gentle as he does this, rubbing his clit with his thumb in tight circles, just hard enough to feel good. It makes him wonder how many people he’s done this for, or done this to.
Eventually, it’s too hard to keep himself distracted, to stop himself from cumming. He sobs in relief as his legs shake, his thighs locking around Josef’s hand to keep the pressure there.
Mercifully, Josef works him through it, pleasing him until he reaches the point of overstimulation, and then he just pulls away.
Aaron closes his eyes, too disgusted to look at himself or the mess in his bed, let alone Josef himself. He can feel his lips press against his temple before he feels nothing at all.
The next time he opens his eyes, Josef is gone.