Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ 69 Days ❯ Day One ( Chapter 1 )

Day One

 

 

 

Squall, a 17 year-old teen, have been repeatedly visited the principal's office for the past month, each time given a warning but always ends up being ignored. With his billionaire father dead and mother dead long before his birth, he was left to the care of his sole guardian. He was never like this, but after his guardian took off for six months, having to visit the guardian's dying parent, he began to take control of the household, coming home drunk every night and violating every law he could in school. Shouting at the whole household body, he would always come home late, ignore car services from his driver and eat in fancy restaurants every meal. He would sometimes never come home and find himself awaken only to find one slept at the bar for the night. `All of this will end today.' Squall was just about to walk down the street from the bar to his grand house when suddenly four men came out of a limousine, surrounding him up and inducing him to sleep. The four men tied him up and tossed him inside the limousine, and then the engine roared. The car turned and roared toward the other direction, rushing past the few shops and through the deserted road towards a mansion up in the hill.

 

 

Squall woke from his dream and sat up. Focusing his eyes, he suddenly thought of what happened just this morning, or it was this morning unless he slept for another day. A man suddenly opened the only door to the elegant, enormous room. The man was very handsome, wearing a polo shirt, exposing his muscular chest, his eyes of emerald green that flickers even in the dark and his whole body so well refined that it looked like whatever he wore would always make him good-looking. The man has golden hair and a flawless face, so handsome that squall cannot possibly think of an adjective to describe it, or him as a whole. He was so captivated by his beauty that he forgot about himself. The next thing he knew he was being attacked the man. He only noticed that he was naked when the man touched his crouch. Squall hissed at the contact. The man then attacked his mouth, kissing him, his tongue entering Squall's mouth and taking him fully. And then the next thing he knew two fingers were being inserted inside of his tight virgin ass. He tried to shout, scream for help but no voice was coming out of his mouth. And then he was cuffed to both sides of the double king-sized bed. The next part was his nipples. The man began sucking on one while pinching the others. The battle was so hot that he cannot fell his erection. The man then began to insert a third finger and then a forth. The fingers danced inside his ass, in and out. Squall felt like it will never stop, he can't decide whether it was heaven or hell. Then the fingers were removed. The man's muscular build was exposed as he began to strip himself one by one, exposing his large well-toned body, his ever so large cock and a powerful pair of legs. After removing every last piece, the man went back to him; removing the cuffs on Squall's hands he pushed Squall on his back then raised both legs to either side of his muscular chest. Then he inserted his cock in one quick thrust. `It was so painful' Squall tried to scream in his head as the mysterious man began to fuck him on the insides while burning his ass. Even without the lubricant, the man kept on thrusting very hard, every time tearing his ass causing blood to drip each time. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out… He increased his speed, thrusting even more strong. He finally came in one strong blow, filling his insides with semen and blood. The man then searched the bedside for a bottle. He took the pills inside then began thrusting again. Squall tried to reach for his own erection, in need of release but he was stopped as he was flipped to his front, then his hands cuffed once again. The man this time inserted something small inside of squall's ass. After a few moments it began to vibrate, and then the man began thrusting again, this time much harder. The man's thrust was much longer this time, much harder than ever that blood was pouring out. After a few more minutes of thrusting, he came again. Squall was so weak that he slept even without releasing his own.