Their Boy (The Game 2)

He groaned in relief, the sound coming from right over my head.

It hurt so fucking much I couldn’t even move. I withdrew my bloodstained fingers, and my hands hit the dirt.

“Please stop,” I cried. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the soil and scratches.

“I can’t.” He pulled out a few inches and drove in again, and he set a fast pace to fuck me, to own me, to control every inch of me. “You feel fuckin’ perfect, little boy. All helpless and ripe for the takin’.” He grunted and moaned. There was no finesse to his fucking. He’d hunted me down, he’d wrestled me into submission, and now he was just going to finish. He was going to fuck me and come. “Fuck, I love it when you cry, Kit. You’re right there. You hate me, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I sobbed.

“That’s all right,” he murmured huskily. “It won’t last long.”

“You told me y-you wanted me t-to fight,” I screamed hoarsely. “Fight me!”

“I changed my mind,” he panted. “I saw it when you—fuck. Never mind.” He rocked in deep, drawing a wail from me. I could barely breathe, and everything hurt. “Tonight—” He sucked in a breath and sped up, ramming his cock in and out of me so fast and hard that I lost my breath. “Tonight, I’m taking it all, Kit, and this is how,” he growled in my ear. “I own you. I own the goddamn air you breathe. I own your pain and your fucking thoughts.”

My lungs burned. Black spots filled my vision, and I gagged when I tried to inhale some much-needed air.

Colt continued fucking me. More than that, his commanding voice laid down the law.

“When you need something, you will come to us.”

“When you’ve had a long day and need to be little, you won’t hesitate.”

“We own you, Kit. You’re ours. You belong to us—now and for the rest of our goddamn lives.”

I managed to draw in short, shallow breaths after a while. Other than that, I lay still and stared unseeingly into the dark forest. I stopped hearing sounds. I stopped reacting to the flashes and the smoke around us. The frustration inside rattled as if in a cage, but if I so much as looked at it in my mind, more tears welled up. So, I waited. I waited while Colt used me, while he pushed me down mentally, while he claimed me.

I was utterly helpless.

Colt’s thrusts became irregular, and it didn’t take long before he groaned and came inside me. His cock throbbed with each shot of his hot release, and his chest rose and fell as if he’d run a marathon.

It was the most bizarre sensation. I felt used, violated, small, worthless, weak, and yet…I was waiting for something. Something told me these feelings weren’t necessarily bad. Colt wasn’t done with me; I was sure of it. He wouldn’t finish like this.

He pulled out shortly after, and I remained motionless.

I didn’t know if I was going to explode or implode. I only knew I was going to keep my mouth shut. The tension inside me had never been strung tighter, and anything could trigger a complete meltdown.

Colt tucked himself back into his jeans, then righted my underwear and told me to stand up.

Small sparks of pain fired as I slowly got off the ground. My knee hurt, my cheek burned, my ass was fucking raw. I’d taken hits in places I’d been unaware of until now. I had scratches and little cuts everywhere, and the fabric of my clothes rubbed against them whenever I moved.

“Come on.” Colt jerked his chin in the direction he wanted us to go. Presumably back toward the house. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d find my way out of here on my own.

I was a stranger in my own body on the trek back. Uncomfortable beyond words, I hugged myself loosely and walked in silence. And it didn’t escape my notice that Colt kept his distance. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t call me baby or little one.

He stopped at one point when we reached the stream. Stepping into the water, he bent down and washed his face. Then he straightened and appeared to look up at the sky. No, wait. He was blinking. Then down once again to splash more water on his face.

“My eyes will be bloodshot for days,” he muttered. “That was some cruel stunt you pulled. I’m impressed.”

What was he t— Oh. The dirt, that was what bothered his eyes.

We were walking again, and I could see the light from the torches like glitter between the trees.

“Don’t you have anythin’ to say?” he asked.

I shook my head and stepped over a smaller tree trunk.

Colt chuckled through a sigh. “Glad I made the right choice. You’ll feel better soon.”

Oh yeah? Funny, because none of this felt right. In fact, I recalled feeling this way before, shortly after my parents died. I knew what it was like to shut down, and if you didn’t, you’d fall apart. Everything would break. So, I’d kept it bottled up, and I’d set one foot in front of the other and forced myself to go on.