The Obsession

Chapter Four

Sex Trap

I feel nothing,
I am nothing.

Fear Factory, Descent


~It was past Brad's curfew, but since both parents trusted their honor roll son they were always in bed before 10pm. Brad was still nervous despite this. He did not want to explain where he was and what he was doing out this late. It would naturally lead to lying, and if he was not careful he would get stuck in all his story telling. He was not yet ready for them to know the truth about his sexuality. Especially since his boyfriend was the type of guy his parents would want him to stay clear of. No parent wanted their kid mixed up with the anti-social misfit his boyfriend was. Brad did not care. He saw what was underneath the aloof, bad boy exterior. The other boy had a kind heart when you got to know him.

They were sitting in the backseat of Brad's hand-me-down Civic, with Brad blushing awkwardly and fumbling with his hands in his lap. He knew what the other boy was hoping for tonight, and those glowing red eyes made the butterflies dance in his stomach even more. He knew the basics of gay sex, but still had no idea how it was going to feel. He imagined it was extremely painful and knew by his place in the relationship that it would be his ass getting fucked. The other boy smiled and he gulped.

“You look so hot when you act like a blushing little virgin, Lee.” Brad's face turned an even darker shade of red.

“That's because I am one.”

The albino boy across from him smirked. “I know. But there's nothing for you to be nervous about. I've seen enough porn to know what I'm doing. Plus, I made sure I came prepared. You know I'd never hurt you, babe.”

His voice was like honey smoothing over him and in a trance-like motion Brad nodded his consent.

“Good boy.”

Then the boy pulled a condom and a tube of lube from his hoodie pockets. “I'm going to make this real good for you, Lee. So good you'll never want it from anyone else.” There was passion behind those words that Brad did not understand. He smiled anyway and remarked, “Even if it's terrible I'd still only want you.”

“Well, that's reassuring. Because I'm nothing without you.”

Then Brad was grabbed suddenly, lips passionately capturing his in a way that made him feel like he was being claimed – possessed. And deep down it thrilled him.~

Billy only pauses a moment when we enter my room before his clothes start coming off. It pisses me off how easy it was to get him into bed. Apparently Lee's little brother is easy, so I will not have the privilege of stealing his cherry like I did Lee. I have a sudden urge to beat him until he confesses who he's been giving his ass to. So I can in turn kill them all. But that will put a damper on my carefully put together plan, so I force my mask to stay in place. At least for tonight. Besides, my cock sure as hell doesn't care that I'm angry. Looking at him now naked before me, face flushed has got me harder than I have been in years.

“Damn, baby.” I growl as I approach that smoking body. I can't help but get down on my knees before him and inspect his gorgeous cock. The size is perfect. I like my bottoms to have good sized dicks – not too long but long enough to look appealing, and just above average thickness. My pretty boy fits my standards exactly, and I wonder for a moment if he was made just for me. He shapes and trims his hair down to nothing though. I like my guys to be natural. That's how Lee was, and that's how this one will be too. No more of that girly shaving bullshit.

He yelps in shock when I take his cock in my mouth down to the hilt. Pretty little thing must not be used to blow jobs. Some tops don't care to give them, but I love it. It gives me a surge of power being able to cause such pleasure. They end up like jello in my hands and I have all the control.

Billy's legs are trembling now, breathy moans and whimpers come down to me from above. I look up at him and almost cum myself at his expression. Face bright red, thick lips half parted, eyes clenched tightly shut. After a few more sucks I can tell he's about to cum already. “I'm...I'm gonna...”

It's sweet how he warns me. I grin around his cock as I shove it all the way down my throat, gripping his balls as I do so. He cums like a freight train down my throat, hands twitching on my shoulders.

“Wow, th-that was amazing.” He tells me, looking almost bashful now. “Thanks.”

Aww, he's thanking me. This is too fucking cute. I just smirk in response, literally devouring him with my eyes. It's definitely time now. Now more waiting. I move to the side of my bed and fish around for the lube and condom I have there. We'll use the rubber tonight but after that we're barebacking it. This is just for show so he'll think I actually give a shit about his safety and what he wants. After tonight he'll be mine and won't need to be worried about safe sex shit anyways. I'll be the only one fucking him for the rest of his life.

I grab a wrist and direct him to the bed. He complies and lies on his back, smiling and spreading his legs for me in invitation. I place the lube in his hand. “I like to watch.” I explain. Ever since the first night Lee and I fucked I have always preferred to watch a guy prepare himself for my cock. It gets me hot watching them play with their asses for me. I can still remember how Lee used to look, eyes averted from mine in embarrassment, cheeks red. So fucking delicious.

I bring my brain back to the present, and enjoy the show baby brother is putting on for me. He is a lot more slutty about it than Lee was, shooting me these hot, coy looks while he chews on his lower lip. When he finds his spot he moans like a whore. Damn. Fuck this, I want to take him now. But to keep the act up for now I force my self to ask him if he's ready yet. My voice sounds strained and I hope it doesn't put him off but shit, he doesn't realize how close he is to just being brutally raped. Well, we'll have time for that sort of fun later. He nods and slips his fingers from his slick hole. When he starts to get up I stop him with a hand on his hip.

“I want to see your face, if that's okay. You're just so hot.”

I can see by how his face falters for a second that he really doesn't want it like that – probably because it's easier for some bottoms to fuck a guy they don't know when they're not looking into their face. They reserve the face to face shit for later, because they feel like it's more intimate. I guess this is the way little brother is, but I don't care. I want to see him like this before everything changes . While he still desires me.

I cup his cheek and stroke his soft skin with my thumb. “Please?” I can see him melt at my touch, obviously a sucker for the soft shit. Just like Lee. The knowledge sends a spike of pleasure through me. Fantastic. He nods and smiles a little awkwardly. “Ok.”

He returns to his previous position and I realize that I'm still in my fucking clothes. That's how distracted by him I've been. I laugh inwardly at my stupid behavior and immediately start stripping. I wonder what my pet thought of that. Probably thought I was one of those assholes that fucks a guy and doesn't even bother to take his pants off. No, I want to feel his skin on mine.

When I get down to my briefs I notice he's openly gawking at my cloth-covered hard on. Heh. He's about to get ten inches up his ass and by the look on his face he can't wait. It's a good thing he's a size whore because I've had guys whine about how big it is and it's a damn turn off. Once my prick is free and covered I position it at his hungry opening. “Yeah, give me your big cock.” He groans and I smirk. Oh, you'll get it. And much longer after you want it.

~It was a cramped fit in the compact car to begin with, making the experience even harder on Brad. The teen had one leg bent awkwardly up to the side of his face, with his erection digging into his navel. The other leg was thrown over his boyfriend's shoulder. He was broken out in sweat trying to concentrate on relaxing his muscles so he could take the other teen's cock better. Almost all of it was in at this point, but the ripping pain was so sharp and practically unbearable. Brad could taste blood from biting his lip so hard. He hated the tears of pain and frustration that were cold on his face. All he wanted was to please his boyfriend; make him feel good and the pain was so bad he felt like he might cave and tell him to take it out. In fact the only thing even keeping him hard at this point was the sight before him. The boy on top of him looked amazing, the lightly toned runner's body nude and glistening with sweat. His handsome face fixed in a look of desire and love. He closed his eyes when the teen leaned for and peppered kisses on his tear-stained cheeks.

“Hey, you're doing amazing. I love you so much for doing this. We're almost there. Just two more inches.” The words of assurance gave him something to hold on to, but he still wondered when it was supposed to actually feel good. There had to be some reason the guys in those porn videos moaned so much.

“Why do you have to be so big?” Brad grunted in pain as the last bit was pushed into him. The other teen laughed. “You won't be saying that once you get used to it. When we get you nice and stretched out you're going to love how big it is.”


Brad rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's arrogance. He took a few deep breaths and the pain seemed to lessen with each passing second. When it was reduced to a dull ache he prompted the other to move.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, but not fast. Slowly.” The boy above him nodded and smiled. The withdrawal caused his ass to feel like it was on fire, but when the other pushed his cock carefully back inside of him it rubbed something that caused a burst of unexpected pleasure. Brad moaned loudly, eyes widening in shock. “What was that?” The albino grinned smugly and thrust harder against that spot again. Brad's head was thrown back now, mouth in the shape of an “o”. “That sweetheart, is your prostate. And I'm so awesome that I found it instantly.”

Normally Brad would make a snarky remark to his boyfriend's typical arrogance, but he was lost in a sea of new feelings and really didn't give a shit. It still hurt but it felt amazing, and he loved how full he felt. Since it seemed like pain was no longer an issue, the boy on top decided to start fucking him passionately, hands gripping Brad's hips tightly. This threw him into a frenzy of pleasure. “Oh my God! That feels so good! I love you! I love your cock! Yeah, FUCK ME!”

Brad was already so close now, and when the other boy suddenly bit down on his neck he tensed of and screamed. “Oh fuck, Rayne!”~

He's so damn tight and I've wanted this for much too long. It's embarrassing but I'm already at the brink of cumming, his tight ass trying to milk the spunk right out of me. He's had his eyes closed for the most part, occasionally opening them to shot me a shy look before he closes them in pleasure. The sounds he's making are setting my nerves on fire. It's like a symphony of heavy breathing, moans, grunts, and whimpers and damn if he wasn't made for this. His body is tense now; his cock is twitching and I know he's close too. I devour the sounds he's making with my mouth, swallowing them up as I pound us both to completion. It's the best orgasm I've felt in a long time, my fantasy finally fulfilled. It was everything I thought it would be. But of course the best part has yet to come.

I carefully pull out and remove myself from his arms, noting with amusement the bashful look on his face. I get the impression it's been awhile for him as he seems to not really know what to do now. When he moves to stand I stop him with a question. “Would you like to stay the night?”

He seems surprised at my inquiry. I guess he was expecting me to take him straight home after.

He casts his eyes away from my face to his clothes on the floor. “I made plans with a friend tomorrow...but I guess I can since it's not until the evening.”

“Great! Lie back down, be comfortable. Would you like something to drink? Water, soda, tea?” I ask, trying to sound like the nice host. Of course I'm not nice and I have other intentions but he doesn't notice. There's no way he could with how long I've worked at this cover, this mask. I made it just for him.

“Water is fine, thanks.”

Because water is clear and it's easy to taste something in it. I can see the wheels working in his head easy enough. Well, sadly for you the shit I'm putting in your drink is tasteless and colorless. So you're screwed anyway. Though naturally I don't say this out loud.

When I come back with our drinks he's lounging beautifully on my silk sheets, looking like some kind of old Greek god. I hand him the water and he drinks it straight down. Someone was thirsty. I take a few slow sips of my wine and watch him closely, smiling. He notices my expression I guess and looks puzzled. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I shrug. “It's just nice to see you again.”

It's adorable how his nose scrunches up when he's confused. “What? This is the first time we've met. I don't underst-” And there he goes. Out like a light. I put my drink down so I can crawl across that delectable body and stoke his face. “You'll understand in the morning, William.” No more of this Billy nonsense. I never could stand that name. Well William, I have a lot of work to do now. Like securing you to your new bed for starters.

~Brad looked down between their bodies in disgust. “Aww, man. We got cum on the upholstery.” Rayne just chuckled and proceeded to dress. “What a way to kill a nice feeling. We just had our first time and you're bitching about your precious upholstery.” Brad shot him a look. “Well, I just got this car. I know it's old but it was still like new. My parents kept it in great condition. What if I can't get the stain out.” He groaned and rubbed a hand across his face. “God, that would be so embarrassing.” Rayne rolled his eyes and threw Brad's clothes at him. “You need to calm the fuck down. Stop stressing over dumb shit.” Then he smirked as an idea came over him. “You should leave it. Don't clean it up. It'll be a memento of our first time. Yeah, I like that.”

Brad frowned. “You're actually serious, aren't you?” Rayne nodded, his expression firm now. “Yeah, Lee, I am. Promise me you won't get rid of it.” When Brad just stared at him wordlessly he gripped his shoulder hard. “Promise me, or I'll be mad, Lee. If you get rid of it I'll be pissed. It would be a disrespect on my feelings for you, and our relationship.”

Brad bit his lip and was about to tell him to get his hand off of him and fuck off. Why was he so obsessed over a cum stain anyway? Why did it matter so much? It seemed silly to him, but something in the way Rayne looked at him made him comply. He knew it was weird to feel this way, but he wanted to please Rayne because he loved him. And if something like these pleased him, so be it. It still made him flush in mortification thinking about his sister and friends seeing it and asking questions.

“Yeah, I promise.”

The butterflies danced again when Rayne smiled and caressed the flesh he'd just gripped tightly. “Good. Now let's get you home before Mommy and Daddy notice you're no there.”~