𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 (ManxMan)

𝐒𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐕

Alex

Thursday, December 24, 2002

Morning

The closet air smelled like fucking air freshener and new floors. Blonde dickheads signature. There was a silence in the house, and I could only assume they were asleep. My hand pushed the closet door open. The superhero-themed bullshit and the childish shit just pissed me off. If he were to give him children, I'd never get him back... I opened the door, stepping into the hallway. I looked down at the living room, which was spotless. My feet slowly made their way to their room, cracking the door open. The memories of that blonde dickheads moans just scraped every corner of my head. I should have been the one getting that treatment, the one being fucked like that. I opened the door quietly, taking my gun out of my back pocket and my napkin doused in chloroform.

My legs crept towards the blonde dickhead, who had his arms wrapped around my property. I quickly wrapped the napkin around his mouth. He struggled for a moment before it took effect and he slumped back down. Should keep him out for a few hours... My eyes went to my sexy, who slept peacefully. Pointing the pistol in my hand at him hurt to do, but I did it, shaking him with my other hand.

His eyes slowly opened, only to go wide in fear.
"Get up."

"Alex... Please..." he whispered in fear, only for me to grab his arm, yanking him off the bed. The covers dropped, exposing his naked body. He looked fucking sexy. "Alex-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET DRESSED!" I shouted, guiding him to his huge closet and pushing him inside. Treating him like this hurt me, but having him was all I wanted, and I'd do anything to get it. He just stared at me in fear, sliding on some underwear before some pants.

"Are you gonna hurt him, Alex?"

"If you come with me, I won't." The white shirt he put on just turned me on, and I couldn't help but get closer to him. Our faces were mere inches apart. There was fear in his eyes, but I needed that if I was going to get my way. A tear ran down his cheek, but I quickly caught it, shoving the gun to his stomach. "You know I love you, right?"

A nod was the only thing he could get out, but I wanted to feel his lips, hear him say it. "Say it, Joseph." He sniffled and more tears ran down his face. "If you don't say it..."

"Yes! I know! Just don't hurt him..." he sobbed.

"Kiss me and I won't kill him." Hesitation was plastered all over his face, but he did it anyway, smashing his lips against mine. The pistol sat firmly on his stomach as I grabbed his face with my free hand, shoving my tongue down his throat. The strawberry taste I'd grown to love sent butterflies to my stomach, and I knew he was mine.

"Alex..." he grumbled, making me pull away. "Please leave everyone out of this, my family, Lance, anyone else I know. Just leave them alone!"

"Do what I say and I will. Promise Sexy," "Now put on your shoes, we're leaving this bullshit..."

...

After getting him to turn off the security system and the cameras from that blonde dickheads phone. I wrapped my napkin around his mouth, putting him to sleep. Even with his size, my love for him was strong enough to carry him down the stairs and to my car that sat right outside their gate. Putting him in the trunk, bound with his mouth taped shut, made me feel like shit, but I was going to have him and he was going to fucking love me, like he did that blonde dickhead.

Seeing him. Touching him. Hearing his voice was all I could think of the whole ride to that cabin. I stopped at a light and my father's voice went through my ears like an ear-piercing wind. "You sure this is a good idea, Son?" There's nowhere he can go, and if he loves that blonde dickhead, he'll love me. "But we'll it be true love? Or just to get out?" True love. Cause that's what we had when we met each other...

"Then why'd you cheat?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!" The car was silent and someone stared at me from the lane beside me. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"

They quickly drove off and so did I. Everyone but him is fucking shit. That's why he's going to love me. I'll be the only guy he needs, the only person he'll ever need and he'll start to recognize that very soon...

There was a small banging sound from the trunk, and I knew he was awake. A small laugh left my mouth and stared at the road. "Sexy! The more you struggle, the more likely you are to pass out!" He kept struggling anyway, and I turned on the radio, drowning out the muffled bangs.

"News report! Joseph Ramirez, husband of famous entrepreneur Lance Carter, has gone missing and reports say a crazy patient of his is the reason... He's described to have tattoos, curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. If you see him, call the police..."

Every word of there's was funny. The green contacts in my eyes and now platinum blonde hair on my head just made me smile. If they really wanted to catch me, they would have tried harder than that... I looked in the rearview mirror, focusing on the trunk. His naked body came to mind and my dick rose in my pants. The thought of my hand on his ass was just addicting. to feel the tightness again, his moans as I thrusted into him. Every moment of that time in the shower just clouded my mind. I couldn't help but lick my lips and stare at the road in pure enjoyment.

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To Be Continued...

So like me and my boyfriend broke up lmao but I got closure this time. We'd been together in the past but we both learned that he was the problem. Not me. I blamed myself for so long but little did I know, It wasn't my fault. Now that I've gotten this closure. I can be free and write and not stress or feel bad. I'm free.

Uploads will be faster from now on lol I'm very happy right now and hope you guys are too.

Hope you enjoyed the Chapter!

Sincerely, R.J