Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Unfaithful ❯ The Abuse ( Prologue )

The world seemed to spin as Nathaniel fell. Aeries walked over to the prone man, smirking feral-ly all the while. Nathaniel's beautiful lavender eyes widened as Aeries came closer, a malevolent gleam in cruel obsidian orbs.

“You ready to die, my precious whore?” Aeries spoke to Nathaniel, his voice dripping with venom and his breath laced with alcohol as he strolled towards his boyfriend of five months

“Why Aeries? I haven't done anything, please stop?” Nathaniel sobbed out as Aeries violently straddled his waist and began to rip off Nathaniel's form fitting black clothes. Nathaniel trembled under his boyfriend, waiting for the inevitable rape that was sure to come and cried out as his long, waist length platinum hair was caught beneath his lover's knees.

Aeries slammed Nathaniel into the bed face down and continued his tormenting, laughing as Nathaniel shuddered beneath him. “You like this, don't you bitch.” It wasn't a question. Nathaniel knew and Aeries knew that the more he fought the more violent and aroused Aeries would become; he took the intrusion silently, knowing that it was all he could do as the subservient personality that he was.

Aeries having done his preparations removed his jeans and let his dripping member slap against his chiseled stomach. He moved up to Nathaniel's entrance and positioned his member against his target right before he thrust in hard and fast. Nathaniel could only hold onto the scream that threatened to tear from his lips as he felt himself rip and bleed around the invasion that was Aeries' raging hard on. The darker man laughed as Nathaniel's tears fell faster and he set into a quick and hard rhythm of lunges with his engorged, pulsing organ.

Nathaniel receded into his past as Aeries continued almost vehemently. He remembered how he had gotten involved with the normally stoic man from the night club where he worked as an exotic dancer. He'd just gotten off stage when the beat for his favorite song began to play, `Slept so long' from `Queen of the Damned', which was his favorite movie. As he strutted around the dance floor, Aeries had come up behind him in a drop dead gorgeous bad boy mesh shirt and tight leather pants that left little to the imagination. Aeries had immediately caught the boy's rhythm and ground into the leather wearing, pale, blunette that Nathaniel was.

After the song ended, Aeries good naturedly bought Nathaniel a couple of rounds and they went into one of the private dance rooms at the back. Nathaniel slowly turned Aeries on, giving the man one of his most innocent smiles. That's when it all went wrong; Aeries was more than a little drunk and he saw Nathaniel as fresh meat to play with. Nathaniel was a little less than innocently thinking of the figure of the man before him when the roughhousing began. Afterwards, he'd promised that he would never hurt him ever again, and Nathaniel'd believed him.

The boy was ripped from his reverie by the callous hand pulling at the roots of his hair. A face loomed in front of his now that demanded amongst acrid breath that he `focus on the moment'. The tears that he'd been able to suppress came with renewed vigor as he felt his body react to the punishment being dealt and as he listened to Aeries' words. Nathaniel peeked just as Marcus spilt his seed into the still raw cavern of Nathaniel's ass, causing him to scream out in pain and a second release. His tears came faster than ever as Marcus kissed his bruised lips and battered anus followed by the whispering in his ear of, “You're such an obedient and filthy excuse for a bitch. And how fucked up, you got off on that shit didn't you ,” always followed by “Tarnished piece of shit!” as Aeries left, closing the door behind him after reminding the abused that no one would probably ever want him. Nathaniel cried for hours until there was a knock at his door.

“Nate,” A feminine voice questioned as one of his best friends and bartender walked in, “Dam it Nathaniel, why do you let him do this to you?” she cooed as she helped him from the floor and into the bathroom.

“He's all I have” was the reply over the sound of running water.

“He'll be dead if I ever catch him hurting you again.”

“He was drunk! Markus doesn't mean to hurt me.” And with the shaking of her head in response to his pleading eyes, their repeated conversation came to another close.