Sleep Over

This is total weirdness. I think. Maybe it’s not, but either way, here it is.

All warnings are in the summary.



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David bit his tongue, trying to beat the monster with this new move he got off a cheat site on the internet. All he needed to do was hit down, triangle, triangle, R2 and circle in that order and he'd win. He just had to beat this level, he just had to!

He was over at Cory's house because his parents were gone a three-day spa, thing. Cory's parents had agreed to watch him, and so David was spending the rest of the weekend at his best friend’s house playing video games on his friend's PS2. Only, Cory was at some sort of summer camp, and Cory's parents had gone out for dinner and dancing, leaving David alone with Cory's older brother, Brad, for the rest of the night. If it wasn't for the PS2, David knew he'd be bored out of his mind.

It wasn't that Brad was a boring person; it was just that he was a collage student and both Cory and he were only in sixth grade. Plus, it wasn't like David could do anything cool like Brad. He couldn't play guitar or skateboard, he didn't have a band and the only class he ever got an A in was math, but that was totally a fluke. They had nothing in common.

This really sucked, ‘cause he could use some help with this level, and probably the next one. David had never been to the next level, but he was hoping to change that tonight, if he could just get past that monster! He executed his special move, hoping that it hit its mark. Please, please, let it work. . . .

"Yes!" he shouted, watching the monster's life points hit zero. A wide grin almost split his face in half, and his body shook with elation as he waited for the next level to load up. Wait until he told Cory about this!

"Hey David," called Brad as he came down the stairs, "Did you eat yet?"

David barely registered Brad's voice, grunting in a sort of half-response. Brad poked his head into the room from the kitchen doorway. The man rolled his eyes, smiling ever so slightly. David didn't even notice.

A large hand settled on his shoulder, and David turned to see Brad smirking down at him. Quickly, he paused his game and glared half-heartedly at his best friend's older brother.

"What?" he asked curiously, itching to get back to his game.

"I asked if you'd eaten yet," said Brad smoothly. David blinked. Had he eaten? What was for dinner, again? Something with chicken. . . .

David frowned. "No, I guess I haven't. I'll eat once I beat this level," he promised, turning back to his game.

"You said that an hour ago," said Brad, leaning down to hit the pause button again. David scowled up at him, not at all happy about his game getting interrupted. "Eat now, and you won't get hungry later, when you can't get out of something very quickly," he continued.

David blinked up at him, mildly confused as he said, "If I'm in a battle, I can just pause it." Brad just smiled.

"Eat," he ordered, prying the controller out of David's hand.

Sighing in a self-suffering way, David got up and shuffled to the kitchen. On the top of the sat a pan full of this chicken Alfredo that came in a bag. Grabbing a bowl and spoon David served him self enough of the food to satisfy Brad, then sat down at the table. He glared at Brad as the older teen walked in, receiving a smirk in return. David just scowled and shoved a fork full of noodles and chicken into his mouth.

"Are you going to want any more?" asked Brad, pulling out a plastic tub.

"No," grumbled David through a mouthful of food. Brad laughed and started spooning the rest of the food in the pan into the tub. He put a lid on it and stored it in the fridge, then washed the pan in the sink. David swallowed his second mouthful.

"Did you save my game?" he asked. Brad nodded as he put the pan in the dish washer.

The next ten minutes were spent in silence, David eating his dinner, and Brad puttering around the kitchen. David couldn't help but feel that Brad was waiting for something, the way he was acting. What he was waiting for was beyond him, but it made David wonder if maybe one of his friends was coming over tonight. It's not like Mr. and Mrs. McCullen hadn't said they couldn't have any guest over, but it was odd that Brad hadn't told him.

He dropped his spoon into his empty bowl. "Done!" he announced, getting out of the chair and taking his bowl to the sink. He turned on the water and started washing it out as quickly as he could. Finally! He could get back to his game and start that next level-

Arms wrapped around his waist, freezing David where he stood. He could feel Brad's muscular chest pressed against his back, and shivered as hot breath tickled his ear. A strange sort of fear spread through him, making him drop his bowl as Brad spoke.

"Leave it," he whispered huskily, "I want to show you something." The arms around his waist tightened and pulled him away from the sink. David, frozen in shock, let the man pull him to the stairs. He was scared and he loathed himself for it; there wasn't any real reason to be scared, anyway. Brad just wanted to show him something- that was it. There was no way he'd want to do anything else, right?

Right?

Brad pulled him up the stairs, not at all concerned with the fact that David was practically a dead weight, and tugged the frightened boy into his room. David was shaking uncontrollably, unsure as to whether he should say anything or just start running. When Brad locked the door, David just knew something bad was going to happen.

He forced his dry throat to speak, choking out, "Wh-what's going on, Brad?" The man turned to him, smiling warmly. But it wasn't warm; it was scary, sadistic even, and David felt like a mouse cornered by a snake. A very big, very scary snake.

Brad approached him and David stumbled back into the wall, blue eyes wide with terror. Two hands were pressed against the wall on either side of his head, and Brad lowered his head so that his lips brushed his ear lobe. "Are you a virgin, David?" whispered Brad, ignoring David's question.

David's eyes widened, shocked to the core at what Brad had asked him. He couldn't have meant that, there was no way he could have meant that. Fear coursed through him, his breathing nothing but shallow gasps, and ducked down so that Brad's mouth no longer touched his ear. Brad chuckled into his hair, gripping David's shoulders and pulled him away from the wall.

"Why don't we change that?" David's chest felt empty at his words, and he almost threw up.

Brad's hands pushed him towards the bed, fully intending to go through with taking David's virginity, but then a spark of courage erupted within him and he kicked away from Brad, shoving at his chest and raced to the door. There was no way he was just going to lie down and let it happen, not without one hell of a fight. He struggled with the lock, then threw open the door and shot down the hall to the stairs.

Just as he passed the door's threshold, Brad's hand grabbed the back of David's shirt, pulling him back in and closing the door quickly before pinning the sixth-grader to it. Brad backhanded him, causing David to cry out and for a bright, red mark to appear on the side of his face. His right hand took a fistful of David's light brown hair, his elbow holding down his shoulder, and his left forearm pressed painfully against the boy's rib cage. David gasped for breath, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the stinging in his check.

"Don't make me mad, David," hissed Brad in David's ear, making the younger boy shiver in fear. "You don't want to see me mad."

They stayed like that for a few moments, the silence filled with David's shallow gasps. Once David had quieted, Brad slipped his left hand down around his waist and kissed him lightly on the lips. David didn't respond, though Brad didn't seem too put out about it. He pulled him from the door instead, still grasping David's hair, and brought him to the bed. David whimpered quietly and tried to push away from him. Brad jerked his hair, forcing the boy to still, and shoved him against the edge of the bed.

"Take off your shirt," ordered Brad calmly. David stared at him, not sure if he heard him right. Brad shook him, his eyes narrowing. "Do it," he growled, his grip on David's hair tightening enough to make him wince in pain. Hating himself immensely, David wrapped shaking fingers around the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it off himself, flinching as Brad's arm curled tighter around his waist, and tugged it up until Brad's other hand got in the way. His hair was released and he pulled the shirt fully off of himself. He let it fall to the floor, not looking up as Brad's hand ran through his hair. David shivered again as Brad grasped his chin and forced him to look up, before forcing a kiss on the younger male.

Brad pushed him onto the bed, barely breaking the kiss, and pinned David beneath him. His hands ghosted up his sides, sending shivers racking through David's body and making him gasp into Brad's mouth. The older male took advantage of the opportunity and forced his tongue into the boy's mouth, ravishing it mercilessly. David moaned, arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut, pleasure mingling with fear as Brad bucked his hips into David's.

Within moments, Brad's shirt lay discarded on the floor and his calloused fingers were unbuttoning David's jeans. David whimpered, hands pushing at Brad's chest, wanting him to stop. The man growled into David's mouth, reaching behind the pillow and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Brad broke away from the kiss and grabbed the boy's wrists, hand cuffing them to the head board. Not missing David's horrified look, Brad dipped down and started to kiss and nip at the younger male's jaw line, making his way to his ear and sucking at the lobe. David mewled, tilting his head back and allowing Brad to continue his sting of kisses down the boy's throat, biting at the junction where David's neck and shoulder met, before making his way down to his collarbone. All the while, Brad had been undoing David's pants, shoving them down to his knees. He pulled away from David and jerked off the boy's jeans, boxers and socks. The man sat back, gazing at David's naked body with a lust-filled smirk.

David was panting heavily, his face flushed as he tried to ignore Brad's eyes raking over him. It didn't help that his hard need was grinding against Brad's, arousing him even more and filling the boy with self-disgust. The fact that this was happening to him was unsettling; the fact that he was enjoying it was humiliating. He barely noticed when Brad removed his pants, but he let out a loud moan when said man gripped his narrow hips tightly.

Brad smirked, rubbing his thumbs into the skin just inside his hips, watching as David writhed and moaned in pleasure beneath him, jerking at the handcuffs. Keeping his hands firmly in place, Brad bent down and sucked at one of David's nipples. The boy threw his head back, mewling loudly, driving Brad on. He bit into the hardened nub, getting a cry from David, and then sucked on the other, getting the same reaction when he bit down. Licking and kissing his way south, stopping to dip his tongue into David's navel, Brad came to the young boy's need. He ran his tongue around it, smirking as David whimpered with need. Brad traced his tongue on David's inner thighs, coming up and then circling the boy's entrance, causing David to buck up, pulling at his restraints.

"Relax," rumbled Brad, "This won't hurt a bit." He reached to his bedside table, gabbing up the tube of lube he had set out, and squeezing some on to his hand. David watched him, eyes wide and uncertain as Brad coated three of his fingers in the stuff as well as his hard member. Brad leaned forward, catching David in a kiss as he moved his lube covered hand to the boy's entrance. He deepened the kiss, forcing one of his fingers into the boy's entrance and deepening the kiss as David gasped. Wiggling his finger around, he stretched it out, then added his second finger. David whimpered, his body stiffening and his arms becoming taunt as he pulled at the handcuffs.

The collage man broke the kiss and brushed his lips against David's ear, breathing, “I told you to relax." Then he entered his third finger, waiting for the boy's body to loosen before moving the three fingers around inside him. David hissed, his face screwed up in pain as he tried not to stiffen again. After a moment, Brad removed his fingers, spread his legs, and positioned himself over David, grabbing his hip with one hand, causing the boy to buck up and cry out, and lifted him up so that his dick was positioned at his entrance.

David's breathe quickened, and he started to fight his bonds again, trying to throw Brad off him. Narrowing his eyes, Brad dropped his hips, striking him across the face twice before forcing David to still by pinning down his shoulders. The boy whimpered, staring up at Brad's angry face.

"Stay. Still," hissed Brad, tightening his grip on David's shoulder's painfully. The boy grid his teeth to keep from crying out in pain, and looked away. He hated himself, he absolutely hated himself. David couldn't believe he let this happen; he just couldn't believe he had actually liked it! And now, this college student was going to rape him. He was only twelve, for crying out loud! Stuff like this wasn't supposed to happen to guys, especially when they're only in the sixth grade; it just didn't happen.

But it was.

And he hated himself for it.

Brad resumed his earlier position, planting a soft kiss on David's lips before entering him. David hissed in pain, his arms jerking and fists curling tight enough to draw blood. Brad pushed in slowly until he was all the way in and David was gasping for breath again. He pulled back until only the tip still remained inside before shoving back in with much more force. David cried out, throwing back his head. Brad started thrusting harder and faster, picking up momentum as he went along. His dick tore into David's innards, ripping the flesh and tearing screams from the boy's throat, which Brad muffled with his own mouth.

David shut his eyes tightly, wanting so badly to scream, unable to draw air through Brad's brutal kiss. His entrance was getting torn apart, his body thrust into and his lips were cut and swollen; blood dripped from both holes, staining the bed sheets and trickling down his chin. Brad gripped his need suddenly, pumping it in time to his trusts, driving David wild. Through the pain was pleasure, and David couldn't help but moan as that pleasure made his dick harden even more. The pace was erratic; shaking the bed frame and forcing David back and forth with every thrust Brad made.

All at once, David's vision blackened and he let out a cry of ecstasy as he came, spilling all over Brad's abdomen and chest. Brad cried out as well, his semen filling David up, stinging his insides like acid. David whimpered, burying his face in his shoulder as Brad pulled out of him and collapsed on top of him. They were both panting heavily, Brad's hot breath tickling his skin, his lungs pressed down from the older man's weight making breathing all that much harder.

It felt like eternity, even though it was only a few minutes, before Brad lifted himself off of David, pausing to say, "I'm going to take a shower." He stood up and grabbed a robe from somewhere on the floor and left the room. David stared up at the ceiling, his vision fogging up and his throat clenching. He let out a dry sob, tears trickling down his checks, and cried himself to sleep.


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Yeah, this was . . . something that just wouldn’t leave me alone. Another chapter is entirely possible, though it won’t get put up until I update Two-way Mirror.

Hope you liked it.