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“You’re sure about this?” Steve asks once more, but Jonathan nods again.
“I’m sure.” He leans forward, kissing Steve on the forehead.
“Alright. I’ll be over tomorrow night. You better be ready,” Steve teases, getting Jonathan to blush hard. “Safeword?”
“Baseball,” Jonathan responds simply. Satisfied, Steve leaves Jonathan, starting to head home and plan.
~~~
Steve just needs to do this hit. He needs the cash, and then he’ll be good. But he needs to be clever about this, so he picked an out-of-the-way house on the edge of town.
He’s been watching the rundown house for a good while now, and it seems empty, so he goes to make his move. He goes to the back of the house and finds that the screen door is unlocked, and he slips in easily.
Steve, not one to take any risks while doing this, starts to survey the house, and he quickly finds out that he’s not as alone as he thought.
From deeper into the house, there are the soft sounds of someone walking around and pots and pans clanging together. Steve, overwhelmed by curiosity, creeps closer til he’s able to peer out of the hallway to see who is there.
He barely holds back a gasp. In the kitchen is a boy about his age in a t-shirt and jeans, humming to himself as he does the dishes, facing away from Steve. The boy is beautiful, and Steve’s captivated by his swaying hips as he hums along to the music in his head. Those jeans do everything to emphasize the boy’s ass.
Steve is still annoyed at this very beautiful obstacle. There’s no way he’d be able to clean this place out like he wants with the boy here. But… he does have zip ties, and the boy is smaller than him and doesn’t even know he’s here.
Steve is pondering when the boy suddenly stops what he’s doing, and he starts to turn to leave the kitchen.
Steve gasps slightly and turns, darting into the closest room. It’s a bedroom, likely the boy’s, covered in music posters with a stereo shoved in the corner. However, he apparently didn’t move fast enough.
“Hello?” The boy calls out, and, God, his voice is pretty.
Footsteps approach and Steve hides behind the door to the room, pressing himself to the wall. The boy cautiously walks into his room, but even with his caution, he doesn’t see Steve, but Steve sure sees him.
The boy is so close , and he’s so pretty. He looks so easy and ready for the taking, and Steve can’t resist his choice being made for him when the boy finally turns, spotting him.
Before the boy can even move, Steve lunges out from where he is, tackling the boy onto his bed, pulling out his knife, and holding it towards his neck. The boy screams, grasping at his hand before realizing the blade is there, and he freezes, eyes wide.
“Don’t move, or I’ll hurt you,” Steve says lowly, staring into the boy’s wide, watery eyes.
“W-Who are you?! What do you want?!” The boy asks frantically but does his best to stay as still as possible.
“I’d worry about you, sweetheart,” Steve growls, and the boy visibly swallows. “As for what I want, well… I was going to just swipe a few things and make a quick buck, but you had to ruin that. What’s your name?”
“J-Jonathan,” the boy squeaks. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t. If you do everything I say, Jonathan.”
“Okay, okay…”
Steve looks over Jonathan again like a wolf looks over his prey. He’s gorgeous under him, cowering and submissive. He’d do anything so Steve wouldn’t hurt him. He’s already half-hard from just looking at him.
“Take off your shirt,” Steve barks, making Jonathan flinch, eyes filling with confusion.
“W-What?”
“Take off your shirt. Now!”
“Okay, okay, I will,” Jonathan whimpers. Steve backs off a little but stays very much in Jonathan’s bubble, his knife at the ready. The boy is shaking as he peels off his t-shirt, his eyes watering even more. As soon as the garment’s off, Jonathan curls around himself, covering his exposed chest as best he can with his arms.
“W-What do you want?” Jonathan whimpers, voice full of fear and disbelief like he’s figured out what’s going to happen to him and doesn’t want to accept it. He’s about to cry. Overall, he’s the prettiest thing Steve’s ever seen, and any doubts he had vanish into thin air.
“I want you, beautiful.” Jonathan sobs, the first of his tears finally slipping out.
“Please don’t.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re too perfect not to, sweetheart,” Steve coos, reaching over and running his free hand over Jonathan’s cheek, who flinches away from him. But Steve persists, grabbing his face. Jonathan growls, slapping the hand away.
Steve lunges forward, grabbing Jonathan by the neck and shoving him down onto the bed. The boy gasps and shouts and squirms as Steve fumes, placing the knife right against the boy’s neck.
“I wouldn’t try that again, baby,” Steve growls, “I don’t want to have to cut up that pretty skin.” Jonathan snarls, but he does hold stiller. He is still crying, his eyes revealing the terror lingering under that anger and resistance.
Without warning, Steve grabs Jonathan’s wrist, bringing it up to the bed’s headboard. Steve straddles Jonathan’s chest, pinning him down as he reaches into his pocket, grabbing a zip tie.
“No!” Jonathan cries, but he cannot stop Steve from fastening his wrist to the headboard. He desperately tries to push Steve away with his remaining hand, but that one is also tied up relatively fast, with Steve slipping his knife into his pocket.
Jonathan sobs as he thrashes in his restraints, his legs kicking. He’s utterly vulnerable to Steve now.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you,” Steve coos, wiping away some of his tears. He leans down, pressing his lips to Jonathan’s. The other presses his lips together, keeping his mouth shut. But he gasps slightly as Steve runs a hand over his nipple, and Steve takes that chance to shove his tongue in the boy’s mouth.
Jonathan whimpers and shudders at the intrusion, not kissing back. But after a moment, the boy’s tongue moves against Steve’s, almost flirting with it. Steve chuckles as he pulls away.
“Why are you fighting me, baby? It’s clear you like this.” Jonathan doesn’t say anything to that, just glaring weakly and sobbing.
“It’s okay, honey,” Steve soothes, rubbing the other’s sides. “Soon, you’ll be begging for me.”
“Fuck you,” Jonathan says softly.
“Temperamental,” Steve scoffs with an eye roll.
Steve kisses along Jonathan’s collarbone, occasionally nipping and biting. Jonathan flinches against him every time he does it, but a surprised moan is torn from the boy at one particular spot. It’s followed by another sob and even more squirming, and Steve laughs.
“See what I mean, sweetheart? You want this just as much as I do.”
“N-No, I don’t. S-Stop it,” Jonathan says absolutely pathetically. Steve just hums against his skin as he moves lower, kissing along the boy’s sternum and belly.
Steve grabs at Jonathan’s jeans, popping the button and unzipping them. Jonathan kicks and squirms, but Steve still manages to get the garment off. Jonathan is then left in his boxers, showing his long, smooth legs.
“Please, please, no,” Jonathan whimpers, most of his fight having left him. His body trembles, and tears run down his cheeks. However, he is tenting his boxer, which Steve’s palms at, laughing as Jonathan gasps.
“You should listen to your body, baby.”
Steve then promptly rips off the other’s underwear, leaving him stark naked in his own bed at the hands of a stranger. Jonathan’s hard, nicely sized cock is out for all to see, and Steve grabs it, teasing it, causing it to leak onto his hand.
“Where could a guy find lube around here, sweetheart?” Steve asks sweetly, but Jonathan doesn’t answer, glaring at the burglar. Steve sighs through his nose.
“Listen, sweetie, I meant it when I said I wouldn’t hurt you. And I don’t want to have to go in dry.” Jonathan’s lip quivers, but he points to his nightstand.
“B-Bottom drawer,” Jonathan whimpers. Steve promptly moves to where Jonathan directs him, quickly finding what he’s looking for.
“It’s alright, honey,” Steve coos, spreading Jonathan’s legs, despite his effort to close his knees. Jonathan just cries, body trembling as Steve spreads the slick substance over his fingers.
Steve slips a finger inside Jonathan easily. The boy gasps wetly, squirming and clenching around the intrusion.
“Sto…stop it,” Jonathan chokes out, but Steve just adds another finger.
Steve thrusts his fingers, spreading them, searching. He finds what he’s looking for as Jonathan gasps again, hips bucking.
“See, baby? You want this. Your body wants this,” Steve says, “I’m doing us both a favor here. Just enjoy it.” Jonathan cries out as Steve adds a third finger, but after just a moment, he removes them, leaving Jonathan empty, hole clenching around nothing. But not for long, as Steve unbuttons his jeans, pulls his jeans and underwear down to his thighs, and lines his cock up to the other’s quivering entrance.
“D-Don’t,” Jonathan whispers, barely any force behind the word. His fight is almost all gone, having been broken by the helplessness of his situation. But Steve still has more to break.
Jonathan screams when Steve pushes in, sheathing himself to the hilt. But the burglar doesn’t give Jonathan time to adjust. He pistons in and out of the boy at a brutal pace. Jonathan is so tight and warm that Steve can’t help himself, needing to claim him.
Jonathan is a mess beneath Steve, tears drying on his face, a light sheen of sweat over him., and his cock leaking profusely, entirely untouched and ignored. His mind is broken, having no resistance left as the pleasure builds inside him, brought on by this man who broke into his house.
The first time Jonathan moans, Steve goes a little faster, smiling to himself. He wants the other boy moaning and whining into his ear nonstop.
Jonathan’s noises slowly increase in volume and frequency, his broken voice music to Steve’s ears.
“Look at you,” Steve coos, “Opening up like a whore for a stranger. You must be popular with the boys at school, huh? Taking whatever cock is given to you.” Jonathan’s face is red from the humiliation.
“N-No, I’m not,” Jonathan says desperately.
“Not what? A whore?” Steve taunts, “But you are: just look at yourself! You’re not even fighting me anymore, and you’re about to get off, aren’t you?” Steve is right; Jonathan’s cock is a deep purple, leaking continuously as he gets pounded.
“I might have to come back here,” Steve muses, “This is better than any cash I could find. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re needy enough for a cock in your ass to let me. Hell, you’d probably let me walk in the front door.” Jonathan just shakes his head, sobbing too much to form words, but neither is convinced by his denial.
Jonathan moans louder, his hips bucking desperately as his orgasm approaches, consumed by pure lust. He briefly loses sight of who is making him feel so good, and he can lose himself in the sensation. Steve just smirks, continuing to piston his hips.
Jonathan cums with a scream, spraying all over his stomach and Steve’s shirt, but the burglar doesn’t stop, fucking Jonathan through his orgasm, feeling the vice grip of Jonathan. Steve only lasts a little longer, cumming deep in Jonathan’s ass.
Jonathan is whimpering and trembling, tears streaming down his face as Steve takes his sweet time pulling out. The burglar’s cum leaks out of Jonathan, getting onto the sheets.
“I’ll be back for you, baby,” The burglar coos, “You can be sure of that.” And because he isn’t a monster, Steve cuts Jonathan’s zip-ties, which have eaten into the sensitive skin of his wrists, with the knife. The boy doesn’t even try to move as Steve makes his quick exit, crying brokenly.
~~~
“Jonathan, baby?” Steve asks after waiting outside for a few minutes. He walks back into the house through the front door, returning to Jonathan, who is now sitting on his bed.
“You okay, babe?” Steve asks, sitting next to Jonathan and pulling him into a hug.
“I’m great,” Jonathan says softly, voice scratchy from crying, “That was perfect.”
“I wasn’t too intense?”
“No, no, you were great.”
“So were you, fuck.” Jonathan leans over, kissing Steve passionately on the lips.
“Come on. Let’s take a shower.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Steve says with a smirk, kissing Jonathan’s cheek. The smaller giggles softly.