Fortsetzung

xix.

That night, when Evan emerged from the bathroom with only a towel to hide his frail body, Danveur gave him a crisp white shirt that was too large for his frame. That only, without pants or any other undergarment to cover his lower half. He felt too exposed.

He slowly crept back to the washroom to wear it when Danveur followed leisurely behind, locked the door close, and said nothing.

Evan didn't dare turn as Danveur crept closer until he could feel the taller man's breath atop his head. His face was turning lobster pink and his own phallic was dangerously trying to inflate itself from the mere memory of what happened earlier.

He felt filthy, abused, soiled, but disgust was the the top most word from the list in his head. He had not done any sorts of sexual interaction in his life until that one. And God, the feeling, and taste, and smell still lingered in his mouth. The soap that he had scrubbed onto his tongue, lathered until it was foaming, did nothing.

His thoughts were cut off when he felt a cold finger traced the side of his ribs that was clouted earlier. The flesh was tender, had already turned deep purple and blue, and he winced every time he takes a wrong move. But Daniel's touch felt confusingly amazing. He wasn't wearing his gloves now, Evan realised as a finger grazed a tore spot and he involuntarily whimpered. The graze turned into a pinch and he yelped.

This was dangerous, alarm bells were ringing repeatedly inside his mind and a montage of what this man might do to him flashed before his eyes. Evan was afraid of him. Afraid and aroused at the same time, he doesn't understand why.

"My, my..." Danveur chuckled, his other hand inching towards the back of Evan's thigh, just there, touching the skin, circling it with circles that turned out to be soothing. The boy though began sweating and tingling all over.

Danveur pressed three fingers against the ugly bruise in his ribs and he yelled indignantly, a series of emotions hitting him all at once, making his brain obtain a little seizure and making him emit incomprehensible words of plea.

The lieutenant's touch in his back thigh was warm but the one toying with his injury was cold. There was a contrast between the two and he wanted to scream as his mind couldn't focus on either the pleasure or the pain.

"Do you enjoy this?" Danveur asked in a tone that was placid yet bared something heavy and disturbing. This was only their first meeting but this isn't the last of the experiences yet. He had a lot stored in his mind revolving from torture, to pleasure, and back just so he could mess with the boy's sensation. "Put the shirt on the counter and bloody make sure it wouldn't go wet or I swear to Lucifer, you wouldn't like what I'll do to you. Not even one bit." He stressed the last phrase to make his point.

Evan tossed the neatly folded shirt on the spot too far from where they stood, making sure it wouldn't get splashes or soggy by the end of whatever the devil they will be doing.

The towel was slowly being pulled from him and the hand that was on his thigh squeezed, released, and inched upwards to where his buttocks meets his waist. Danveur pinched him there. "Bend over,"

It was a dangerous command and he didn't want to obey it, not even one bit, never liking the idea of where this will go. The belt from earlier was neatly laid by the sink and he felt Danveur's other hand leave his abused ribs and reached for it through his peripheral view.

He quickly bent over and laid his elbows flat against the counter.

But the belt still met his neck, looped around it, tight but not too much to constrict his airways but just to make him uncomfortable. It resembled a leash. He felt like a dog and he buried his face in the crook of his elbow to ease the humiliation that was pumping vigorously in his veins. And then Danvuer's hand went low again until it reached his bare bottom in where he spread the cheeks open with one hand.

He must have used his middle finger and thumb since his index found his rectum and lingered over there, fluttering around the ring of muscles which made Evan screeched indignantly in distress and desperation to slap the hand away.

He never knew he could make such noise and he never knew he could feel such touch.

"Hm?" Danveur paused, index finger painfully yet deliciously still there, making him quiver at the new and foreign sensation. He then chuckled. "Are you hard again?"

Evan huffed in embarrassment, pulled his face away and stared down at his stiff cock in mortification.

Danveur tutted. "You are seriously disgusting," He said, a look of repulsion written on his face and Evan didn't know if that was only an act done to tease him, or genuinely true. He wanted to cry because he didn't know why he was disgusting, didn't know why Danveur sounded sicken.

The leash loosened, the finger disappeared, but the two that were spreading him open stayed rooted on their spot. It made him shiver and awkward, silently wishing Danvuer would leave him alone, or beat him instead.

The clinks and shuffles followed next, and Evan dared to look behind his shoulder but immediately wished he didn't.

A gun. There was a gun in between his butt cheeks, nudging the entrance as if it was allowed to do that. He was beginning to get more freaked out. Danveur noticed his terrified stare and gave him a raised brow. "What?"

There was a loaded gun about to penetrate him in places not meant to be penetrated and that was all the officer could say? No reassurance, no fake sweet murmurs to mock him or any inquiring, just plain, flat what.

He didn't know what to reply to that and just continued to stare, petrified.

Danveur rolled his eyes and nudged the gun's mouth against the sensitive ring, circling around it just like what his thumb did earlier. "Have you ever been sodomized?" He asked though he knew the exact answer, he just wanted to humiliate the boy further and give him a clue of the upcoming event.

"N-no, sir." And please no, sir.

Danveur smiled, the one that didn't reach his eyes and the one that made Evan feel small and made him cower like a pathetic little kid. The officer took the gun away, waved it in the air before pulling the pin and aiming it somewhere close to Evan's head.

And he fired.