Odalisque Paradise
Charles had waited far too long to be between the legs of a woman to allow his first shared experience to be with another man. Charles pushed at the man’s chest, and backed away. Unfortunately Charles’ back was now to a bookcase, and as the man drew near again, Charles realized he had nowhere to go.
In defense of poor Charles, he had never once been made to fight. If another lad had mocked him or shoved him, Charles had been content to take it. He was a lover, not a fighter, but he was not a lover of men, particularly not before he had loved a woman.
The man smiled at him, a smile that said he was enjoying this little resistance. Charles had once seen a whore raped in an alley, and her captor had looked at her just that way. Charles, who was not very brave had not bothered to defend her, but walked past toward the fish market to gather goods for his mother. Now Charles wished desperately that someone would come and save him from a dire fate such as the woman had suffered.
Charles felt the fabric at the front of his chest gather into the fist of the man. He was pulled forward, even though his feet refused to move. Charles was dragged like a resistant rag doll deeper into the room. The man pushed him face down on top of a table. Charles fought wildly out then, his arms flailing, but he had waited too long, and now his captor had every advantage. Charles shouted for help, thinking the girl with the key might come in.
Cold air hit Charles’ rump as his pants were removed. Charles screamed loudly and fought against the penetration that he knew was coming. Charles knew he did not want something up his hindquarters, but he did not anticipate the pain that would accompany it. Charles screamed as he was penetrated. Tears stung his eyes, but to no avail. The man made no effort to give Charles any release, he was angry and vengeful, and each thrust reminded Charles that he had not given in willingly.
Charles tried everything, he attempted to kick out with his feet, and he flailed his arms, but from his position he was forced to submit completely. Finally he stopped resisting so vigorously, and the thrusts became more bearable.
In defense of poor Charles, he had never once been made to fight. If another lad had mocked him or shoved him, Charles had been content to take it. He was a lover, not a fighter, but he was not a lover of men, particularly not before he had loved a woman.
The man smiled at him, a smile that said he was enjoying this little resistance. Charles had once seen a whore raped in an alley, and her captor had looked at her just that way. Charles, who was not very brave had not bothered to defend her, but walked past toward the fish market to gather goods for his mother. Now Charles wished desperately that someone would come and save him from a dire fate such as the woman had suffered.
Charles felt the fabric at the front of his chest gather into the fist of the man. He was pulled forward, even though his feet refused to move. Charles was dragged like a resistant rag doll deeper into the room. The man pushed him face down on top of a table. Charles fought wildly out then, his arms flailing, but he had waited too long, and now his captor had every advantage. Charles shouted for help, thinking the girl with the key might come in.
Cold air hit Charles’ rump as his pants were removed. Charles screamed loudly and fought against the penetration that he knew was coming. Charles knew he did not want something up his hindquarters, but he did not anticipate the pain that would accompany it. Charles screamed as he was penetrated. Tears stung his eyes, but to no avail. The man made no effort to give Charles any release, he was angry and vengeful, and each thrust reminded Charles that he had not given in willingly.
Charles tried everything, he attempted to kick out with his feet, and he flailed his arms, but from his position he was forced to submit completely. Finally he stopped resisting so vigorously, and the thrusts became more bearable.
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