Convergence

Tears welled up in Shaun’s eyes. He’d never felt so hurt! He had no one but himself to blame. How could he have been so foolish? How could he have trusted this common street thug?! God, he was weak when it came to a cute guy with a big dick, and look where it got him. He could have loved Kurt. Maybe. But now, as his fingers tightened around the young German’s neck – cutting off his circulation – all he could feel was betrayal and hatred! He wanted to kill him... badly!! Kurt lay defenseless in Shaun’s powerful grip; he wasn’t even struggling or pleading for his life. Shaun loosened his grip. What the fuck?! He made a living hunting and killing people like animals. It would have been so easy for him to snap the insolent punk’s scrawny neck, but he couldn’t. For reasons unclear to him, he couldn’t bring himself to kill Kurt. But he COULD make him suffer.

With his free hand, Shaun ripped the underwear off of Kurt’s body then started fumbling with his own belt and zipper. Kurt couldn’t believe Shaun’s sudden aggressiveness. It turned him on to no end. Oh God, he wanted it! His desire was written all over his rock hard, ten-inch dick as it sprung to freedom. He wanted Shaun to fuck him violently like he had fucked Shaun the last couple of nights. He’d never seen such anger and hatred in any man’s eyes before and, aside from the fear it brought, he found comfort in the fact that Shaun felt SOMETHING for him, even if it was hatred.

Kurt got his first taste of Shaun’s anger when the hit-man’s fat dick suddenly and brutally occupied his unsuspecting hole. It was a pain more powerful than any he’d ever experienced before. Tears poured down his cheek as that thick cock dug into him, stretching his rectum wider than it was meant to be. It hurt like hell, but he took it. More than that, he cherished it!

Shaun’s salty tears splashed onto Kurt’s lips, which were stretched into a horrifying grimace. As he viciously reamed Kurt’s ass, he thought about what he’d done to deserve such betrayal. He’d done everything Kurt asked him to do. He risked job and life to help the fucking bastard. He let Kurt dominate him, violate him... use him. Yeah, deep down, he thought he was being played. He was willing to play Kurt’s bitch – he rather enjoyed being dominated for a change, although there was still a part of him that yearned to be in control – and desired. That’s why he let Janne suck his cock. He could tell by the way Janne looked at him that Kurt’s cousin wanted to get in his pants. Why would he deny him? After all, Kurt didn’t want him. If Janne wanted his dick so badly, he was going to give it to him. But, as Janne expertly sucked on his prick and he bust his nut inside down the greedy cocksucker’s throat, all Shaun could think about was Kurt, who lay sound asleep less than 20 feet away.

Shaun grunted viciously as he clutched Kurt’s throat and banged his head against the floor. As he continued to rip into the German’s hot, tight ass, Kurt’s juicy dick spat out gobs of thick, sticky pre-cum. Shaun didn’t really care that Kurt was getting off on his brutal fucking, by then, all he cared about was exacting his revenge on the traitor’s mancunt.

Kurt could only moan in response as he endured the most savage fucking of his life. Shaun’s stout dick was doing things to his ass that he’d only dreamed about. It still hurt like hell, but it hurt so good! Shaun let go of Kurt’s throat as he gave into the heady swell of anger and lust spinning through his head.

“Does this hurt, Kurt? Do you feel violated? Huh? How’s it feel to be fucked, asshole?!”

Kurt was speechless. All he could concentrate on was Shaun’s meat plowing into his sore guts. He reached up and held onto Shaun’s powerful shoulder as the powerful man ravaged his rectum. Somehow, he found his voice.

“Oh God, Shaun… I’m sorry, man… unnnghhh!! Please don’t be mad! Uuugh… oh shit! And please…. don’t stop!”

Shaun leaned forward and roughly kissed Kurt. Kurt’s hungry mouth accepted Shaun’s probing tongue just as his ass accepted the angry probing cock. They both grunted and growled like angered beasts as the fucking intensified. Kurt hoisted his legs in the air to accept more of Shaun’s barbaric pounding. It wasn’t long before Shaun was wailing and groaning and unloading the fruits of his labor deep into Kurt’s thoroughly ravished bowels. As soon as he’d gotten his rocks off, Shaun pulled out his gooey dick and stuffed it back into his pants. He got up and walked over to the armchair, leaving Kurt’s writhing body lying on the floor. He sat down, holstered his gun and looked on as the recently violated man jerked himself to a messy completion. Kurt lay on the ground, breathless and sore – his shirt, hands, nuts and thighs covered in his own cum. He felt Shaun’s stare as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Kurt woke up some time later, face down in the large, lavish bed. He was pretty sure he hadn’t gotten there under his own power and was surprised he was even alive. He turned over to find Shaun, who was still sitting in the armchair but had moved it to the foot of the bed. After the reaming Shaun had given him, Kurt looked at his former pawn in a completely different light – part fear, part awe, and 100% lust.

Seeing that Kurt had finally come to, Shaun leaned forward in his chair and stared intently at the groggy man.

“How’d you find the gun?” Shaun asked.

“I saw it in your jacket this morning, while you were in the kitchen... with Janne.”

Kurt stared at Shaun, a mix of contempt and desire burning in his eyes. “Everything.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” Shaun said, somewhat defensively.

“I know.”

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“I know.” There was a lengthy and weighty pause in the conversation before Kurt finally spoke up. “Are you a cop?”

“No.”

“Then what’s with the gun?”

Shaun sighed but said nothing. He wondered how much he could trust the stupid fucker. Kurt had already betrayed him once; with the right amount of information, Kurt could really screw him – big time!

“Wouldn’t you freak out if the guy you’d been traveling with and fucking for a couple of days was running around with a gun and you didn’t know about it?” Kurt added to his defense.

“I suppose... but that doesn’t give you the right to wave it around in my face like some raving lunatic. You were lucky the safety was still on or I would’ve been really pissed.”

Kurt’s face turned red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Shaun... I just panicked.”

Shaun scanned the dude’s face for signs of treachery. He seemed sincere enough, so against his better judgment, Shaun decided to tell him. Worst-case scenario, if Kurt tried to fuck him over again, he’d just have to kill him.

“I’m a hired assassin,” Shaun confessed.

Kurt’s face grew ghostly white and he scrambled to make a run for it but, before he could get out of the bed, Shaun was out of the chair and straddling his waist. The hired gun pressed his hand into the smaller guy’s chest to keep him still.

“Get offa me, man! Get offa me!!” Kurt screamed. Shaun was certain his panicked shrieks could be heard outside the room, even through the room’s special, double-layer of soundproofing. He covered Kurt’s mouth with his had before security came knocking at the door. Kurt continued to kick and scream beneath him. With few options left, he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the frightened man’s forehead.