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During Ajax's walk home, he hadn't anticipated being fucked stupid in the backseat of an expensive car.
To clarify, he was already fifteen years old. Old perverts usually went after little girls with bouncy pigtails and frilly skirts, right? So it was no wonder the pubescent ginger never suspected himself to be a victim.
Until, however, Ajax couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.
Normally, he wouldn't have to worry about being snatched away in broad daylight. The neighborhood was busy after school, both roads and sidewalks flooded with children of all ages. But after recieving detention from an insufferable teacher that held him three whole hours longer than necessary, Ajax found himself walking home alone.
He supposed it was close to 6:45pm by now, but the ginger couldn't be too sure. His phone had died earlier, so it's not like he could call his mom or dad either. They probably suspected he was still stuck in a damn classroom with a teacher who's patience had been tested. As his parents, they knew just how much trouble Ajax was capable of causing.
At least home was only six more blocks down. That almost prey-like feeling casted upon him grew stronger and stronger at the undeniable perception of someone watching him with intense concentration.
Deciding not to let dread fill his core so soon at what might just be his imagination, he looked back.
There, rolling ever so slowly along the road, was a Mercedes.
...A Mercedes?
For as long as he could remember, Ajax was warned to avoid any suspicious vehicles, like an old, white van or whatever. Not a fuckin' Mercedes! As if the car wasn't already reflective of its owners evident riches, it was finished in a black gloss coat with dark tinted windows. So, what, his potential kidnapper was the Batman or some shit? How could anyone with that car be after any kids?
At the sight of expensive taste, Ajax let out a deep sigh he didn't realize he had been holding onto. Seemed he had been paranoid after all.
And when the car pulled over to the side, Ajax thought nothing of it.
As the blacked-out window rolled down, Ajax's breath nearly caught in his chest. Bastard was not only filthy rich, but drop-dead gorgeous!
Butterflies set loose in the ginger's stomach at the immediate smile the stranger offered. He was at least mid-thirties with perfectly straight white teeth and amber eyes enhanced with crimson eyeliner, defined muscle underneath designer clothing with names Ajax probably couldn't pronounce.
"A bit late for a walk, no?"
Archons, the very baritone his voice carried! It made Ajax awfully aware of just how timid and squeaky his undeveloped voice must have sounded as he replied,
"Oh, I, uh, I'm just coming from school."
"School? I'm guessing you don't have your drivers license yet then, huh?" The man casually draped his left arm over the car door, oddly inquisitive for a stranger.
"Yeah," nodded Ajax, squinting at the setting sun as it bathed his freckled skin with a golden glow, "Needa wait a bit longer before they'll even let me start classes actually."
"Why didn't your parents pick you up afterward?"
"I have lots of siblings, so their hands are tied," he admitted, feeling no need to lie, "And, to be honest, I think they're kinda irritated I'm getting into so much trouble this year."
"So much so, they don't even bother assuring their child returns home safely?" The older man's eyebrows furrowed, a frown tugging at his lip, "Sounds negligent."
"Pft, nah. Not my parents at least. They're just tryna teach me a lesson or whatever."
"Do they realize teaching you a lesson could potentially result in someone kidnapping you?"
"Kidnapping, huh?" Ajax seemed to taste the word, letting its definition sink in, "I'd say this neighborhood is relatively safe. And even if someone tried to, like, attack me or whatever, I could defend myself. Probably."
"Probably?" The stranger clucked his tongue and shook his head. Almost like he was disappointed, yet sympathetic, "How much further down is your house?"
"Not that far..? About five or six blocks down or somethin' like that. Why's it matter?"
"Personally, I don't think it's safe for you to continue your walk. As someone with only your best interests at heart, I'd like to offer you a ride home."
"O-Oh," stammered Ajax, eyes widening in both curiousity and surprise. The last thing he expected to hear was that. It made him wonder how he'd been so lucky to come across the generous stranger, "Are, uh, are you sure..?"
"It'd be a cruel joke if I wasn't."
"Then, yeah," grinned Ajax with uncontained glee. The walk wasn't bad, but a car ride was always much more convenient. "Much appreciated, dude!"
The idea of it potentially being a common lure never once crossed his mind. Besides, the stranger inside didn't look as if he had ill intentions. What's the worse that could happen?
Quick as ever, Ajax headed over to the passenger's side and settled down onto the black, cushioned leather seat, his backpack plopped down at his feet. His every movement echoed against the upholstery. It was so immaculate, it could've been considered brand-new and the interior was just as sleek as the outside.
"You know what," said the young boy as he settled into the most luxuriest car he'd ever been in, "I don't think you ever told me your name."
The driver quirked his eyebrow, amusement dancing in his amber eyes, "Seems so. Offering you a ride and you don't even know who I am. Though, I could say the same about you."
"Ajax. And yours?"
"My name is Zhongli," the man smiled warmly, "Pleasure meeting you, Ajax."
Ajax returned the smile, awfully aware of how his guts clenched when the man said his name. As if this Zhongli person buttered his words before speaking and let them melt on Ajax's brain, softening his next words and effectively leaving him in an almost speechless-like state.
"Y-Yeah, nice meeting you, too," stuttered Ajax. His once easy smile quirked into an awkward flat-lined lip press as silence slipped between the two of them.
Zhongli quickly sliced through it to Ajax's relief, who was internally cringing for making himself so obvious, "Now would be a great time to direct me to your house."
"Oh, y-yeah. 'Course." said Ajax. He tried to hide how brightly his face burned, the effect of both his embarrassment and evident signs of attraction. Zhongli was way older, but that didn't make him any less likeable. "Just head down this street and then..."
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As the ginger instructed Zhongli through every turn and street sign, the older man could hardly keep his hands on the steering wheel.
Ajax, the boy who had introduced himself without any reserves, was right. Fucking. Next to him. So vulnerable. So naive. So innocent.
The ideas running throughout his mind were horrendous, soon to be acted upon. However, Zhongli would have to maintain his current act. For all Ajax knew, the older man was as well-spoken as he was pure-hearted. He couldn't've been more wrong.
For you see, being such the well-off man he came to be, Zhongli had anything and everything his twisted heart desired. Underneath the gentle curl of his lips and sweet gestures was a man with dark fantasies and twisted ideals he knew all too well how to get away with.
No, it seemed Ajax had not lucked out, after all. He had simply locked himself in a cage and there, not even a foot away from him, was a predator ready to pounce at any given second.
And pounce, he did. After an apparent wrong turn, that is...
"No, no, you were supposed to take a right," interjected Ajax, watching his block blur past him, "This way will just take you to an empty lot."
"Empty lot?" asked Zhongli, oblivious as ever. Or, so he pretended to be, "There aren't anymore houses down this road?"
"Nah. They're gonna be built pretty soon, though. Couple weeks from now, so it's pretty dead out here. Just make a U-turn once we reach the cul-de-sac to your left. "
As said, there was a cul-de-sac to Zhongli's left. Nice, big houses with families most likely gathered at the dinner table with plates carrying a hot meal. Somewhere Ajax should've been. Not in a stranger's car.
Zhongli drove pass it without so much as a glance. He continued to drive straight towards the vacant lot that stretched for a considerate amount of miles. His grip on his steering wheel tightened in anticipation. Lucky day it was turning out to be.
"You... you passed it." sighed Ajax. No way was this man that terrible with directions.
"Change of plans, Ajax," smiled Zhongli. And yet, there was nothing playful in his expression, sending goosebumps throughout the ginger's spine.
To say something was off would've be an understatement.
"W-What do you mean by that, Zhongli..?" He failed miserably at trying to swallow his anxieties down.
The now hostile man pressed further down on the gas as he tilted his head to peer back at the frightened boy, "When I mentioned a potential kidnapper lurking the area, did you ever consider I was that person..?"
Ajax stuttered in reply, but was quick to shut his trap at the sudden and unfamiliar heat emitting from his thigh.
Oh.So it was like that...
"Z-Zhongli." His voice was low, almost a whisper as he tried to ignore the hand settling much higher than he was comfortable with, "Just take me home. My parents are gonna be worried about me..."
"Think so? Even though they didn't even bother to pick you up from school?" With one hand on the minor's leg and the other gripping the steering wheel, Zhongli began to turn into a section of the empty lot where they'd be unbothered for a few hours, "This is not only their consequences for growing heartless, but as well as yours for being so naive."
And it was at that point the clarity of his situation hit like a semi-truck carrying bricks. Yet, Ajax was far too late to change anything about the unfortunate circumstances he had thrown himself into.
Instinctively, he grasped the door handle. But of course it was locked and even if it hadn't been, his reflexes were much too slow to compete with Zhongli's advancements. Oh, Gods above, he was royally screwed.
The older man effortlessly took hold of the ginger, who was already flailing his limbs, spitting out insult after insult. Feisty little thing. But that was no issue at all. The best part, after all, was to crush their once strong-willing spirits.
The air was punched from Ajax's lungs as Zhongli tossed him from the front seat into the back of his car. His head hit one of the back doors and a throbbing pain shot up his spine, searing into the back of his skull as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Fuck, you made this so unbelievably easy for me..." breathed Zhongli. He climbed over the seats to join the boy, hunching over his small form, "I've been watching you for weeks, you know that?"
Ajax's stomach dropped further, threatening to ditch its contents, "Y-You're disgusting!"
"Oh, please, save your breath, kid," Zhongli was already positioning himself, hands reaching out to undress the squirming ginger beneath him, "If you do as I say, we both just might end up enjoying this."
Ajax didn't listen to anything he said. He was much more concerned with the traitor already ruffling his shirt up to reveal soft, pink buds that tempted him oh-so terribly. They remained flat, but a few experimental bites would have them sore and perky in no time...
Quick to notice the feral glint in the older man's eyes, Ajax began writhing against him, throwing aimless hits "Get the fuck off me!" He even tried to scratch, crescent nails clawing at the man in both his defense and a growing fear he refused to acknowledge, "You're fucking disgusting, I-!"
"Quite the mouth you've got there, huh? Mommy and Daddy to busy making more babies, they couldn't even teach you some manners?"
He was unphased by Ajax's futile attempts, knowing he overpowered him greatly: The boy was quite lean, soft muscles not built for strength so much as athletics. Then there was Zhongli, who's frame might as well have been made to crush bones. He caged Ajax in with little effort, broad shoulders and solid chest working to his advantage.
The more Ajax squirmed helplessly against him, the more he realized how minuscule his chances of ecaping the stranger were. The revelation brought tears to the corners of his eyes, ones he refused to let go. He couldn't present himself as weak, dammit, he needed to let that fucker know he was confident he'd get away!
...It's just, the only issue was, Ajax himself didn't believe any of that. It didn't make his look of determination any more convincing, especially as it began to crumble as his captor held him in place with such little effort, it insulted his lack of power. A sense of dread fell over him, Zhongli looming over him in the same way a predator looked down upon their prey.
Ajax didn't want this. Archons, he did not want this at all. How could he have been so stupid? So naive? What, because Zhongli made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy, he'd trusted him? Stupid, fuckin' logic that was. Just look where it had gotten him!
Zhongli was more than pleased with the look on Ajax's face, the sadistic pleasure of it all traveling straight down to his cock. It didn't help that he could feel the ginger's own heart thumping against his ribcage whenever he placed his hand over his chest. Ajax, oh poor, little Ajax, was absolutely terrified! And yet, the man spared him no mercy. He was still focused on stripping him, after all.
Soon enough, with little effort, he had Ajax completely nude waist down, jeans and boxers ripped away with not a single care to the world.
"S-Stop it!"
The boy could no longer wear a brave mask, or at least try to, not when he was so lewdly exposed to the stranger. He burst into tears, clamping his legs shut in attempt to conceal his most private area and placed both palms on the older man's chest. He tried to push him as far back as he could, but Zhongli didn't budge an inch. He might as well have been as stubborn as a rock set in the road.
Expecting as much of resistance Ajax tried for, Zhongli pryed his legs wide open with little trouble. His iron-grip was stern, digging into the boy's milky flesh painfully. In result, more tears ran down his cheeks as he whined to be let go, nails now digging desperately at his captor's biceps, "Stop, s-stop! I just want to go home!"
The older man didn't pay much attention to what sounded a lot like broken pleas from Ajax. He was all too mesmerized by the pink pucker twitching between two plush mounds. It looked incredibly tight, waiting to be molded by Zhongli's dick within minutes.
"A virgin," he smirked, "The best way to have such a stupid, little brat, no?"
"No! Don't you dare fucking do it! Someone will hear me scream!" snarled Ajax, unconvincing as ever with heavy tears streaming down his blotchy face, "T-They're gonna throw your ass in a cell with another perv-"
"Gods, you love hearing yourself talk, huh?" chuckled Zhongli dryly. He muffled the boy by simply clasping a large hand over his mouth, "Keep it up and I might just shove my cock so far down you're throat, you won't be able to speak for weeks."
Ajax's grumbling quickly died down as he glared back at the older man. The boy was clearly scared shitless, but ever-so full of spite towards him.
Zhongli only grinned smuggly in return, quick to get back to business. He supported the boy's right thigh by cuffing from under the knee with one hand and rested the other leg against the back of his seats. Using his now free hand, he teasingly pressed a digit against Ajax's hole. Naturally, the ginger tensed, followed by an indigenous whine.
"Obey me, Ajax, and I promise, I'll make you feel real good inside."
Before Ajax could protest, Zhongli was already slipping his middle finger into his heat. His first digit was a slight struggle, needing a bit of force to sink down to the knuckle. His virginal walls were already clamping down around his finger and Zhongli could only imagine how it'd feel once he folded Ajax in half and forced himself in.
To his captor's intrusion, the boy shed more tears, especially when Zhongli began pumping his finger in and out the dry pucker. Something about it didn't feel right and he knew the man had no business stretching that area. He could only hope for a miracle of some sort. One that would interrupt the process, before it reached its peak, because, holy fuck, he was never going to be ready for what was coming.
Unfortunately, that miracle never came.
Without warning, Zhongli slipped in his index finger. The boy winced at the sear of expansion, more salty droplets running down his delicate features, "Y-You're hurting me, Z-Zhongli..."
"Not my fault you're so incredibly tight."
Not once did his pace falter, long, thick fingers working the hole expertly. No way would he've been able to fuck him without any preparation. His virginity would've snapped his dick in half-
Zhongli began to scissor Ajax's plush walls, anxious to fit himself in. The boy hissed through his teeth, wanting nothing more than to clamp his damn legs shut. But Zhongli persisted, spreading his legs each time the boy tried to block him out. Eventually, the ginger gave up, instead trying to squeeze him out.
"Ajax. If you tighten up like that, chances are I'll only fuck you harder."
Ajax only trembled in reply, watery crystals pricking at the corners of his blue hues. His gut was starting to feel like more of a knot than an actual organ...
"Shit, you're so fuckin' precious whenever you cry," groaned Zhongli. And to Ajax's horror, he leaned in and licked away his tears. Wet, hot tongue sliding across both cheeks as the man lapped fat tears away, never slowing the steady pump of his languid fingers. Ajax had tensed and froze, absolutely repulsed, but deathly afraid of what might happen if he were to resist once more. When Zhongli withdrew, he nodded in approval, "You taste good."
Shivers traveled throughout Ajax, eyes like marbles as the goosebumps set in once again.
Satisfied with the boy's paralyzed state, Zhongli curled his digits to prod at a particular area. The older man absolutely reveled in the way Ajax's face screwed in both pleasure and confusion, more tears streaming down pale, freckled cheeks as he failed to muffle an unexpected moan.
"By the end of this, I can assure you; you'll have less of an asshole and more of a gaping hole, okay?"
"I-I don't want th-that..." was all Ajax could muster, head weakly rolling to the side. His nose and eyes were tinged red, puffiness beginning to set in, "Just l-let... let me go, Zhongli. Please..."
There wasn't a hint of remorse in his hallowed-out voice as Zhongli simply replied with, "A shame, really. I don't plan on stopping and I definitely don't plan on returning you to your parents."
"E-Ever?" stuttered Ajax hoarsely. He could not accept such a terrible fate, face contorting into a look of hurt, trepidation sinking in.
Zhongli's smile, that had swept Ajax's heart away, the one that had convinced him the man was without imperfections, the one that had lured him in so easily, had curled into the most sinister smirk mankind had to offer. And Ajax felt like he could throw-up as his captor confirmed, "Ever."
Zhongli pulled his fingers from sobbing Ajax, who looked like an absolute mess. So many tears, all soaking his face and dampening the leather surface. He constantly sniffed, snot leaking from an adorable nose gone a deep red, swollen lips irritated each time he bit down to silence his unwanted noises of sinful pleasure.
All of it, from his emotions to physical state, sent heat straight to Zhongli's groin.
He couldn't wait any longer.
Zhongli would not be fully satisfied until his captive was begging for him to stop, choking on the multiple orgasms he would wring from him. Personally, Zhongli much preferred his toys broken in and he didn't mind supplying the abuse to reach that point.
After rucking his shirt up, his hands moved to his pants. It was then Ajax's stomach dropped as Zhongli began to unbuckle his belt, "No, oh my gods, no, Zhongli..!"
The older man spared no reaction, letting his loose belt hang around his waist as he worked on the zipper. Within a few seconds, Zhongli freed his member and Ajax reeled as far away as he could at the very sight of it.
It was bigger than his own, so much bigger(!), and especially thick around the middle. From the tip leaked an excessive amount of pre-cum, slicking the shaft that was suppose to fit inside the ginger's tight hole.
"What's wrong?" said Zhongli, unable to hide the smirk tugging at his lip, "Bigger than you imagined?"
"I-I..." All words died in his throat. Ajax starred at the heavy meat hanging above his parted legs, struggling to understand how that was supposed to go inside of him.
It wasn't until Zhongli placed both hands on his waist and drew him towards it did Ajax's thoughts come back into focus.
"Wait, w-wait! It's not gonna fit!"
"Then I'll make it fit." The very tip kissed Ajax's rim and the boy began squirming again.
"No! Fuck, just stop it!" He reached towards Zhongli's hips, trying to push him away as the cockhead pressed against his heat, "Zhongli, don't!"
"Don't beg me like that, Ajax," warned his captor, dick throbbing painfully, "You'll only further excite me."
He took Ajax's legs into his grip, tossing one over his shoulder and spreading the other wide open so that he was completely revealed to him. The ginger tried to kick and shut himself, but Zhongli moved closer, slotted between porcelain limbs to keep his captive presented.
The position was beautiful, perfected by the boy's quivering lip and his shaking form. He still tried to escape, exasperated at his own attempts, however. Soon, he'd have no energy and Zhongli would fuck into him over and over while he remained like a ragdoll.
But, while Ajax harbored some fighting spirit, Zhongli decided it'd be best to start. It was like the closing of a hunt; the prey loosing hope as the predator thrilled at what he came across, anxious to sink his teeth in while the delicate thing squealed and writhed.
Ajax's next plea caught in his chest as Zhongli began sinking into him unforgivingly slow, as if to burn the memory into his mind. He reveled in the way the young boy tensed the very second he'd breached his hole with the hot tip, pulling a guttural groan of satisfaction from the man.
As Zhongli forced the head in, Ajax's ass burning at the thick intrusion, he began to cry once more, "H-Hurts, it, i-it hurts! Stop m-movin-!"
But Zhongli ignored him, holding onto his waist with a grip that would most definitely mark the traces of his fingertips. He continued to force himself in, mesmerized at the sight of his girth sinking into the boy's molten core.
In turn, Ajax choked on his own tears. The sting drew sharp gasps as he clamped down on Zhongli, his body's desperate attempt at trying to push him out. What Ajax didn't know is that had simply made him tighted, only arousing his captor so that he was encouraged to press deeper.
The tight pressure continued to stretch the virgin apart, the movements never without any pain. The very feeling of Zhongli's heated length filling out his tight hole suffocated Ajax and the agony alone drew whimpers. He dared to look down and whined.
Zhongli was only halfway in.
And so, Ajax's heat was stretched as the man continued to fit himself in no regards to what the younger could handle, who felt so, so incredibly full. Like, if he even tried to resist, any movement would surely shatter him into a million pieces.
And then... it stopped.
Ajax's chest rose and fell at an alarming rate, the burn taking all of his stamina. But... why had Zhongli stopped from going further in? There was clearly much more that could be fitted.
"Ajax," said Zhongli suddenly. "I'd advise you hold onto something."
It was then the man withdrew just enough for the tip to keep the ginger's hole open. Ajax sucked air in through his teeth at the sudden movement, confused but without enough time to fully process the statement.
"W-What?"
"Ah, well, I tried to warn you."
Zhongli's grip tightened around his slim waist, positioning his cock to strike perfectly. By the time Ajax had understood what was about to happen, it was all too late...
Zhongli simultaneously yanked the boy down while thrusting his pelvis forward so that poor Ajax's ass was stuffed with raw dick in a single pitch.
The boy s c r e a m e d.
Without thinking, he clutched onto Zhongli despite how much he absolutely loathed the old fuck, because now, he was pulling out again just to slam forward without allowing him a moment to adjust and, fuck! it hurt so much, he didn't care what was supporting him at the moment.
"I -Nghh!- I'm-m s-sorry!" babbled Ajax, choking on his own sobs. What he was apologizing for, who knows? He just wanted it to end, "Ple-Please just -Uhgk!- J-Just st-stop!"
His arms were wrapped around Zhongli's torso, never easing the pressure. It felt like he was holding on for dear life with the way each inch forward seemed to tear his asshole further apart, whereas the departing sensation made it seem like his guts were being dragged out with the length splitting him into two.
"Oh, fuck, you're so damn tight..."
If Zhongli heard him, he sure as hell didn't act like it. The sensation of the younger's rim fluttering around him consumed him, pleased at the way he flinched to each rock of his hips. Now that he'd gotten a taste, there was no way he'd be returning his captive anytime soon. Not when the ginger was turning out to be his perfect fit, included with spunk and endless vulgarity.
Gods, his brand new boy-toy was proving to be quite well worth his hunt after all.
And so, for what seemed like hours of pure agony, Zhongli fucked into the boy ruthlessly. Each thrust had Ajax flinching as an endless stream of tears and desperate pleas of mercy escaped him, desperate for it to come to an end.
But it would be long before Zhongli would be satisfied.
No matter how hard Ajax cried or how hallowed his voice sounded, his captor relented with an intent to reach his climax. So what if it hurt? Tough shit.
It's wasn't only cruel, but selfish what Zhongli did; vicious and almost angry-like ruts forward as if to split Ajax into two. He had barely prepared the captive in advance, unconcerned to the pain he created within Ajax as he forced through any resistance, breaking the poor boy one painful stroke at a time.
And being the helpless, weak boy Ajax was turning out to be, he could only cry to his defense.
His ass felt like it has been ripped apart. He didn't even dare risk any more looks. With how suspiciously it slicked the moment Zhongli began his merciless pace, Ajax could guarantee it had torn and his own blood was serving as a nauseating form of lubricant.
Through it all, he clenched tightly around Zhongli. His hands rolled into fists as he gripped onto the said person's t-shirt, knuckles completely white with how tightly he gripped onto him. His shaking arms wrapped around that rich fuck's body as he sobbed miserably, wishing he had been a better student and avoided the older man completely...
What made everything so much worse was he the fact that he could feel his very own length reacting. With or without his command, his own cock rose to every hit directed at his bundle of nerves. And by just a glance at it's reddened tip leaking pre-cum and the way a tension pressured in his gut, he knew what was soon to come. Oh, Archons above, how he dreaded the very idea of cumming after being so utterly violated.
No matter his concerns, Zhongli’s pelvis continued striking against Ajax's hips, gripping onto the boy's waist with an iron-grip as he went on stroking the tightness loose of that sweet, schucking heat of his. From his point of view, it was quite evident Ajax was spent of his energy and efforts, instead taking it rather than resisting the inevitable. A shame, really. Zhongli had enjoyed the fight while it lasted.
With a timed effort, the captor pitched forward as he yanked Ajax down once more, taking in the look on the boy's face; eyes blown wide with a perfect O-shaped mouth, a silent scream barely reaching Zhongli’s ears. He would be lying if he said he wasn't absolutely entranced by the boy's facial expression.
"Aw, you weren't ready for that one?" He mocked, emphasizing it with a rather rough strike.
"D-don't-!" pleaded Ajax, wincing the moment Zhongli sank down completely into his heat, "'S too m-mu-UGHK!"
Once again cut off, he gave up trying to beg for his mercy. He was far too distracted at the way the older man drilled into him, brain turning to a thick mush and leaving all his thoughts hazy. Even forming the simplest of the words was an issue as he choked on spluttering cries, every rut forward driving the ginger further into the leather upholstery. And anytime he thought he was getting use to it, Zhongli would rock his hips with a different aim.
No matter the angle, always at the same unforgiving pace, the captor pulled the boy down onto his hard cock, pushing forward until a wet squelch rhythmically echoed off the car's interior. There was a constant slap of his balls slamming against Ajax's sore butt, yet it was never loud enough to drown out the captive's progressively louder screams and indignant whines of protest.
From the same boy who had been full of energy came only endless tears and strained moans. Ajax now only wished for nothing more than an ending to Zhongli's lust. But as the man rammed ever so ruthlessly into his prostate, sparks of pleasure popping from behind his eyelids, Ajax became awfully aware of the heated tension flooding within him...
And Zhongli knew that look all too well.
He readjusted his grip and began moving with a new found vigor. The older man's pace amped up, the power behind each thrust drawing strangled gasps from the ginger. It felt like a punishment; sexual aggression and maybe even irritation that held Ajax down with an intent to split him into two. He writhed uncontrollably underneath the man, who's grip on him never shifted. Even as the younger clawed into Zhongli's back, desperately twisting his hips in attempt to escape, his strength didn't once falter.
"P-Please s- Ahn! -Slow d-down, Zh-Zhongli," sobbed Ajax. He was unable to feel his legs at this point but sensitive to the way each ram slammed into his sweet spot, "Too m-much..."
"Gods dammit," cursed Zhongli, a low growl resounding from his throat, "What did I say about begging me?"
Slowing from the relentless pummel he had formed, the captor instead pitched forward, his nails digging into the boy's sides. The sudden rock forward had pressed deeper than before, white flooding the ginger's vision.
Ajax came hard.
He arched off the cushioned seats, a lewd noise of pleasure slipping from his wet lips that put him to shame. From his tip erupted a stream of sticky cum, squirting onto his pale stomach and Zhongli's rockhard abs.
Zhongli absolutely reveled in the way his captive's hole fluttered around his thick cock, velvety walls spasming. The very sensation milked his own of his climax.
With another jerk of the hips, a hallowed scream escaping Ajax who was all too sensitive, Zhongli pumped his seed directly into that warm cavern. A deep guttural groan of approval reverbed throughout the Mercedes as he held the boy down. An endless stream filled the younger, Zhongli panting the entire time of his release. Ajax only cried more, feeling completely broken and used.
"Oh, you were so good for me, Ajax," Zhongli brushed orange curls to the side, pressing a gentle kiss to the boy's damp forehead, "So tight and warm."
The ginger only sobbed harder, unable to stop his body from trembling. Everything was so... wrong. From the comments, to the gentle pecks of affection as the man's own ejaculation began seeping from his abused hole.
"Let's go home, hm?"
"H-Home..?"
Still high of his stimulation and exhausted from it all, Ajax seemed rather delusional. He didn't seem to realize home meant to go where Zhongli resided. In his mind, that meant returning to his household, where his parents and all of his siblings would greet him. They'd sit at the table, eat dinner and exchange topics about who did what, what tomorrow held and so on.
Zhongli knew this. He knew Ajax wasn't completely comprehending anything he said.
Yet, he went along with it.
Because Ajax, obviously drained, could not help but smile ever so faintly at the very idea of going home. He looked happy. Relieved, even. And Zhongli looked forward to the face he'd trade once he realized where he had waken up to; shrouded by darkness, eerily quiet with chains at his wrists...
"Home," nodded Zhongli simply.
He pulled his soft length from the boy's heat. They both groaned at the departure, more cum flooding out of Ajax that formed a puddle beneath him. His body was not only sore, but his eyelids were especially heavy...
Without so much as a thought, the ginger passed out right there on the seats.
Zhongli took a minute to fix his appearance, zipping himself up before moving back to the driver's seat. With a quick glance to his rearview mirror, he saw Ajax breathing one steady breath at a time, lips parted slightly.
He looked so at peace.
With time, Zhongli would fix that. He wanted to make sure the boy feared his very presence, that he'd dread every click of the lock whether he be leaving or returning. All in time, he supposed. Ajax had plenty of time to learn from Zhongli from the countless days he'd remain his.
This was only the beginning, after all.