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Charlie knows it’s stupid. He’s not even sure what time it is but it’s pitch black out and the streets are the most deserted he’s ever seen them. He’s just asking for it, as his mother would tell him. But his shift overran and then his boss wanted to treat him and his colleagues to a bottle of wine. One turned into three and three turned into six and, yes, maybe Charlie’s a tad bit tipsy but he’s fine. The cold air is sobering him up anyway and he’s almost home, his boyfriend is waiting up for him like always.
As he walks, his mind floods back to the impromptu celebration at work. Luckily, it was with all of his usual favourite colleagues, with the exception of the new guy. A smile lingers on his face for a second. The new guy…
He seems sweet. His name’s Nick. He has nice eyes and a cute smile and, of course, a killer body. Ellen had joked more than once that she’d caught Charlie drooling over him, taking great pleasure in the way Charlie would splutter and deny and turn bright red. There was one thing about Nick that… Charlie wouldn’t say he was uncomfortable necessarily but something felt off about the guy. Every time Charlie would look over at him, Nick would already be staring at him. And it wasn’t a stare that conveyed a piqued interest or curiosity. No, it was more like… Nick already knew him. But that’s impossible, Ellen said Nick had just moved here, there’s no way their paths would’ve crossed. Even if they had, Charlie would’ve definitely remembered him.
Maybe he’s just awkward. Charlie knows what that’s like.
With a sigh, he keeps walking with his hands in his pockets, inwardly tapping out the drumbeat to one of his favourite songs, when, suddenly, he hears a second set of footsteps behind him and feels a familiar stare. He stops, hoping he’s just hearing things, and the footsteps behind him disappear too. Huh. He shakes the feeling off and continues walking. But the footsteps return. Fuck, he’s being followed. Trying not to let his panic show, he swallows and nonchalantly quickens his pace but the person behind him matches his pace so, with a fleeting glance over his shoulder to see a figure in the shadows, he breaks out in a run. Charlie knows he’s fast, faster than most, and he starts to feel confident that he can outrun this person and make it home before they’d even know where he lives. Especially if he takes weird routes to make them confused.
He runs. His footsteps echo in the silent night and his breath comes out in clouds in front of him but he ducks into the nearby woods anyway, hoping the sounds of the snapping twigs and crunching leaves will throw whoever’s following him off his scent. He runs deep into them, darting through the trees and panting as a stitch starts to form in his side, but he doesn’t stop. Not until it’s only his footsteps snapping the twigs and crunching the leaves. He stays still for a moment, straining his ears to make sure only silence greets him, and heaves a quiet sigh, reaching into his pocket for his phone right as it buzzes. Quickly turning his brightness down, he reads the top notification and smiles when he reads it.
Messages
loml ❤️
You okay baby? xx
He taps on the notification to open his phone and types out a reply.
yeah, had to take a diff
route
will tell you everything when
i get home
be home in 5 xx
Just as he taps on the send button, he feels a hand grab him and, without thinking, he rips it off him and takes off in a run again. But whoever’s chasing him is much closer this time and, as Charlie throws his head over his shoulder, he trips on a tree root and ends up sprawled out on the ground. He cries as he tries to get up but the person’s caught up and they’re trapping him under them, their hand buried in his hair, forcing his head against the soil and ready to yank. Charlie tries to scream and struggle but the person on top of him is so heavy that it’s nearly futile.
“Please!” he sobs. “Please, don’t hurt me!”
The person tuts. “Oh, trust me, baby, that’s the last thing I wanna do.”
Charlie freezes and tries to look back at the person. Because the voice, not only is it familiar, it’s the one he’s heard all night, chatting to everyone but him, guffawing at every shit joke. It’s Nick, from work. That’s why the stare felt so familiar. Because he’s been staring at Charlie like that all evening. He opens his mouth to scream but Nick’s fast, he wastes no time to cover Charlie’s mouth with the hand that was buried in his hair and tuts again.
“Come on, Charlie…” he drawls. “I know you want this too.”
Charlie tries to shake his head, his vehement ‘no’s muffled by Nick’s hand, but Nick just chuckles. It’s dark and evil and horrible.
“Please, I’ve been watching you. For a while actually. I see how you pretend to get off when you’re fucking your lug of a boyfriend. Something I’ve learnt is that you’re a shit actor.”
He’s been watching me and my boyfriend in bed. Charlie thinks and he curses his dick for growing hard at the thought of being watched. He struggles against Nick but Nick just lays more of his weight on him.
“You need a real man, you need to be shown what a real fucking feels like.”
Then Nick sits up to pull at Charlie’s trousers and Charlie takes the opportunity to wiggle out from under Nick and run. But, suddenly, Nick can match his pace and he’s thrown over a log so his face is back in the dirt and his arse is in the air before he can blink. Nick presses his hand on Charlie’s back to keep him where he wants, chuckling darkly again.
“Should’ve guessed you were a slippery one.”
Charlie cries out as he feels the cool midnight air against the skin of his behind and Nick’s big hands grab at his cheeks to pull them apart.
“Oh, good, you’re already prepped for me,” he says with a gruff laugh, making Charlie jolt when he prods at the butt plug. “Makes my job a lot easier.”
In his position, Charlie can’t do much to evade what’s coming for him but he still kicks out and screams when Nick pulls out the plug, quickly replacing it with his heavy cock. He winces at the sting when Nick’s tip starts stretching him out and Nick tuts again.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t even get my head in you yet.”
Then Charlie feels Nick’s big fingers slide into his hole and tears start to fall, a howl coming from him when Nick starts pushing his fingers apart with little care. It stings and stings and Charlie’s briefly worried that Nick’s about to rip him open.
“You’re gonna feel so good in a minute, baby, I just know it.”
Charlie tries to vehemently shake his head but whimpers at the loss of Nick’s fingers when they disappear.
“There we go…”
Then Nick’s cock comes back and Charlie cries out at the intrusion. He’s never felt this full and he hates that he loves it.
“God, even with all of my stretching, you feel so tight. You feel so good, how dare you feel this good, I’m never going to last.”
Then he starts thrusting and Charlie’s gone. His throat is steadily growing hoarse from his screams, his treacherous dick is actively leaking precum and he can’t help but feel like Nick’s right. He’s never felt like this with his boyfriend, never this full, never this turned on. It’s sick. He’s being violated in the middle of the woods and he’s fucking enjoying it.
He tries to match Nick’s thrusts but immediately stops when Nick slams his tip against his prostate, gasping as literal air is punched out of him.
“More,” he hears himself beg. “More, please, Nick.”
Nick laughs. “I knew you’d enjoy it. Are you fucking dripping for me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he cries, another scream leaving him right as Nick slams into him again.
“You’ve never been fucked like this, have you? Your boyfriend’s too soft with you, too gentle, and it’s just not what you need. Fuck, you’re so hot like this, I’m not gonna last.”
Charlie whines when Nick goes to pull out. “No, no, no, please. Need your cum, Nick, need it so bad.”
Where the fuck did that come from? Nick growls lowly, slamming back in, and Charlie feels his hot breath against his ear.
“Yeah, baby? Need me to fill you up with my cum? Need a reminder of tonight?”
Charlie nods desperately.
“Say the word, baby, and I’ll come fuck you like this again. Maybe I’ll make your stupid boyfriend watch too, show him how a real man fucks.”
“Please, please, please, oh, God!”
With a high-pitched cry, Charlie comes completely untouched, spurting his cum across the leaves and twigs beneath him, and he feels his hole clench around Nick’s cock. Nick lets out an animalistic growl and goes even faster with his thrusts, roaring as he fills Charlie up with his cum. Charlie pants, completely boneless as he slumps against the log.
Eventually, Nick slows down and pulls out with a wet sound, making Charlie whimper. He gently shushes him and Charlie feels him swipe his fingers up to push the cum that’s leaked out back into his hole before pushing his butt plug back in. He pats Charlie’s cheek before enveloping him into his arms, pressing a kiss to his curls. Charlie looks up at his boyfriend with shining eyes. Nick laughs.