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After a tiring 24-hour shift, all TK Strand, a firefighter at station 252 in New York, wanted was a hot shower, a tasty dinner, and to relax in the arms of a loving boyfriend. It wasn't asking for much after all.
He lived in a small, run-down building in New York, an expensive city, and that was all TK could afford with his firefighter's salary.
That night, as soon as he turned the key and opened the door to his house, the idea of a tasty dinner fell apart. An unpleasant smell came from the kitchen that was connected to the living room. The sink was full of dirty dishes, and on the stove there were leftover pizza, leftover cheesecake, and pieces of a rancid-looking tuna sandwich.
TK made a disgusted expression. 24 hours was enough for his boyfriend to turn their apartment into a dumpster.
"Alex, I'm home," he said, walking around the living room, kicking some beer cans scattered across the floor.
“You took forever,” Alex said, coming from the bedroom.
“We had a call that took longer than expected, a hard day,” TK said, looking at Alex. “Why is the house in such a mess?”
“I called you all day,” Alex gets closer.
“I told you, it was a hard day.”
“Come here?” Alex whispered, getting even closer, showing the bulge in his groin that needed attention.
“Look, Alex, it wasn’t an easy day,” TK said, trying to get away from his boyfriend. “Have you been drinking?”
“Just a little, now come here,” Alex grabbed TK tightly.
“No, not like that!” TK dodged, trying to get away. Alex got aggressive when he drank, and that had been happening a lot lately.
“What’s wrong? The princess doesn’t want fuck today? What the hell, TK?”
“You always hurt me when you’re drunk. This is crazy what we’re going through!”
“I’m sick of you”, Alex yelled. “Sex is the only thing you know how to do right. Now come here and please your man!” Alex opened his own pants, his worn jeans fell down to his ankles along with his underwear, he was already excited.
But TK had gotten tired of it. At first he thought he loved Alex, but without explanation Alex became cold and distant, then became aggressive.
“I’m not going fuck with you”, TK refused.
“Bitch!” Alex growled.
“Damn it, Alex. I’ve had enough! You’re out of control, man. Look at you, look at this apartment, look at us!” TK yelled with teary eyes. Their relationship had gone through the roof, but TK still tried to keep things going, perhaps out of shame for admitting that he was in an abusive relationship and accepting being beaten by his boyfriend.
“I want sex, damn it!” Alex shouted, shoving TK in the chest, making the firefighter fall against the hallway wall, hitting his back with a thud.
“Stop it, Alex!”
“Your usual unbearable blah-blah-blah,” Alex said. “Now come here, let’s get that delicious mouth busy with something worthwhile.”
“You’re high! And don’t touch me. I’m not going to suck you!”
Alex didn’t like the answer. He got closer, a large hand gripped TK’s hair, dragging him hard to the floor. TK screamed in fright, falling to his knees, Alex pulled him by the hair, bringing TK’s head directly to his bare groin.
“You’re hurting me!” growled TK, trying to punch the man’s thighs, trying to scratch Alex’s black skin. It was all so absurdly pathetic. He was a trained firefighter, he should be able to defend himself.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time Alex had forced him. The humiliations started timidly, a curse when TK wore a transparent blouse to go to a party, a harder pull on his arm when a guy at a bar hired TK.
Verbal abuse evolved into physical abuse, and then came the beatings. First a slap when TK complained about the wet towel on the bed, a push out of jealousy, a punch in the eye because TK didn’t want to have sex one night, a punch in the mouth because TK didn’t want to suck him again, punches in the stomach when TK complained about Alex being drunk the other night, and then there was no longer any reason, time or place, it just happened.
TK's eyes filled with tears, his scalp was on fire, it felt like his hair was going to be ripped out in clumps from his head, the strong and rancid smell coming from Alex's groin turned his stomach. TK felt dirty and humiliated, he felt disgusting.
"Please, let me go!" TK begged. Humiliation and revolt exploded in his chest. His body trembled. He opened his mouth to beg, to scream, to cry, Alex took the opportunity to put his phallus deep inside him.
"Oh, what a delicious mouth!" Alex moaned, tightening his fingers in TK's hair, moving his hips back and forth, fucking his boyfriend's throat. But that night TK had had enough of this degradation. One of the times Alex moved back, TK took a breath and courage, driven by an instinct for survival and preservation, he clamped his teeth against Alex's glans.
The scream of pain echoed through the house, Alex slammed his fist into the side of TK's face, who fell to the side, panting, and Alex jumped ridiculously, supporting the injured organ with his hands.
"You damn son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you! Damn it! I'm going to beat the shit out of you!" Alex was going to attack TK, but was stopped when he came face to face with a knife pointed at his chest.
"Get out of here!" cried TK, gripping the handle of a kitchen knife with his trembling hands. He had managed to get up after the punch and armed himself with a steak knife, which was on the sink.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Alex wondered if TK would have the courage, TK was too desperate to rethink whether he was going to ruin his life because of that man. Finally, Alex backed away.
“You’ll pay for it,” Alex swore, pulling up his pants with a grimace of pain and limping away, looking like a duck every time his pants hurt his injured penis.
TK dropped the knife, it fell with a clang of steel against the ceramic, he slid to the floor in tears, afraid that Alex would come back, so afraid that this hell would start all over again. He was distraught, he couldn’t deal with all this alone anymore, he just needed the pain to go away… he needed relief.