The Best Pain: Part One

I used to get beat up because I was Goth. I wore all black and eyeliner and I painted my nails just to chew it off because I was always stressed out. My stomach hurt all the time because I always got beat up by this guy at my school named Martin and he liked to kick me there. I wanted that pain to stop but I couldn’t let it. If I told my doctor, Martin could get into trouble and I didn’t want him to. I also feared the end of the bullying because Martin wouldn’t talk to me or look at me anymore because he would have no reason to.
Now I get beat up because I’m gay. I’m not openly gay, but everybody knows that I like guys and now the pain is worse because Martin hates gays.

The other day he cracked my head against the railing in front of the school at the steps. I just laid in a ball on the concrete and let him hurt me along with all his friends. When they left he sat on the step near me and smoked cigarette while he talked to me and I tried to keep breathing.

“You know, I really get tired of beating you up. You don’t even try to fight back. It’s not worth it,” Martin sighed as he exhaled a large cloud of smoke. He looked at me. I felt shitty. I was holding my stomach and my nose was bleeding. My blue eyes were bloodshot and I felt like I’d throw up. “Sometimes I feel guilty, though. That makes me feel weak,” he said. He stood and set his cigarette on the concrete nearby. He walked toward me and kicked me in the stomach
He loved to kick me in the stomach.
I cried out.

“That’s for making me feel weak. You need to quit that shit. I’m not sorry, faggot,” he hissed. He picked up his cigarette and sat back down. “You know, Elijah, you are the only person I’ve ever beat up. I just hate you so much,” he growled. He looked at me deeply like he was examining me as I almost fell unconscious. He reached over and ran his fingers through my fluffy black hair. “Do you want to go for a ride in my car, Elijah?”

I coughed. He stood again and smashed his cigarette with his boot. He tilted my head up and I looked at him from the ground. Then, he wrapped his muscular arms around me and picked me up a little bit.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he commanded. I thought maybe I was dreaming but I did it. He carried me down the steps to his car where he laid me in the back seat. His car smelled nice, like him. It was warmer in there than on the freezing concrete. “Do you know where I’m taking you?” he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“No,” I gasped. It was the first word I’d said in an hour. The last thing was ‘Please stop.’
“You’re going to go to my house. We’ll hang out for a little while. It’s Friday. No one’s going to miss you,” he said. He turned on the radio. I passed out and woke up in his bedroom.

I was wearing his clothes. I was lying underneath a large warm blanket on his bed. I looked around. It was dark outside. Suddenly he appeared at his doorway. His hair looked darker, like it was wet and when I shifted my position to sit up I hit my head on the headboard and found that my hair was also wet. I sat up and brought my knees to my chest. I watched as he stood for a moment and glared at me. He walked toward the bed with his head cocked. He looked curious. He wanted to know what I was thinking.

“How do you feel, Elijah?” he asked. He stood close to the bed, perhaps half a metre away, with his arms crossed, looking at me inquisitively. Nothing on my body hurt. Everything felt good or, at least, numb.
“Good,” I answered quietly. He smiled for a second.

“Good. You shouldn’t feel anything at all for a while,” he mumbled. He paused for a moment gazing at me. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes. His dark brown hair was styled to a point and he looked nice. His hair was so dark it was almost black but in the small amount of light from the lamp on the dresser I could see it glinting chocolaty. He turned off the light and walked toward the door.
“I thought we were going to hang out,” I yelped.

“We already did, Elijah. Just go to sleep. I’ll see you whenever you wake up,” he said. He walked out and shut the door behind him, leaving me confined in darkness. I felt lonely and sad and confused. I got up and walked through the blackness. My bare feet were freezing on the hardwood flooring and I was wearing very short sport shorts and a thin white T-shirt. I opened the door. The hallway was warmer and very inviting. I walked toward a staircase and went down hoping to find him. The house was big and didn’t seem very modern. Martin was on the phone. The phone he was speaking into had a long spiralled cord so he had to stand by it. When he saw me he rolled his eyes and gestured for me to go near him. I walked toward him and stood silently.

“Yeah, mum. I know. Absolutely. Are you sure that’s all?” he said. “Alright. I’ll see you, Bye. Love you too.”
He hung up the phone and leaned against the elegantly wallpapered wall behind him.
“I told you to go to sleep,” he growled. He sounded irritated.

“I don’t understand what’s happening. I’m not sure where I am and I’m really scared, Martin,” I croaked. He frowned. Before he could say anything I was on my knees. Pain shot through my body. I gagged. Everything hurt at once and I felt like I was going to die.
“See. You should’ve just stayed in bed,” he giggled as he picked me up. He did it with ease and also had no problem carrying me up the stairs. He took me back into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He went over to his dresser and dug around in the top drawer. I rolled around and clenched my stomach and cried and screamed. I’d never felt anything so bad in my life. He removed a syringe and flicked it.

“Lie still,” he demanded as he walked toward me. I was sweating terribly and struggling to breath but I did as he told me. He removed a bandage from my arm that I hadn’t noticed before and stuck the needle into the same spot. I whimpered but in a second my pain went away. He set the empty syringe on the end table and ran his fingers through my damp hair.

“See? If you wouldn’t have gotten up the medication would have lasted longer,” he scolded.
“M-Medication? What’s going on, Martin?” I stammered. He stood up and took the syringe back to the dresser. He didn’t respond at all. “Martin! Please!” I screamed. He slammed the drawer shut and walked toward me angrily. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
“Shut the fuck up, Elijah. I’ll answer you but, for Christ’s sake, not right this second. You need to relax and take a little nap,” he hissed. I was beginning to feel dizzy but I didn’t want him to leave me. I had no idea what was happening but I was sure I couldn’t let him leave.
“Please stay,” I begged. He looked at me smiling and kissed my cheek.

“You were hurt really bad,” he began as he walked to the dresser to turn the light off that was on it, “so I decided to bring you to my home. That answers where you are. This is my home.” He walked to the bed and flipped the blankets up and climbed underneath them. “Well, I brought you inside and took you into my bedroom, but you were bleeding so badly that I decided to get you washed up. You were reasonably conscious so you made it easy-ish and you let me shower with you. You were in so much pain though. So I laid you in bed and gave you a little bit of my meds and you were funny. You were really sweet and clingy, so I laid in here with you for a little while. And needless to say, you are no longer a virgin.”

I sat letting it work into my mind and then latched onto his final statement.

“What do you mean I’m not a virgin’?” I whimpered. I had been a virgin. I’d never even had a boyfriend before and the only guy that I ever liked enough to even consider it was Martin, but he was extremely straight.
“Well, you were so precious. You have understand that I couldn’t control myself,” he answered. I glared at him.
“You raped me?” I asked, astonished. He shook his head sporadically.
“No, no! Absolutely not, Elijah. I would never do that,” he yelped. His hand found mine and our fingers intertwined. He kissed me slowly and forced my mouth open with his tongue. Despite how much I didn’t want to, I forced him away.
“You had sex with me against my will! That’s rape!” I shouted.

“If you’d have been awake then you would have wanted it,” he contradicted. I frowned.
“I don’t remember it,” I whimpered sadly. He kissed me again.
“You screamed very loud and you bled a lot,” he empathized. He sounded sorry. I looked deep into his gorgeous brown eyes and kissed him.
“Did I scream like it hurt?” I asked. He nodded.
“Mostly. There were a couple times where you stopped crying and you just- you enjoyed it. I guess the sex wa a vigorous enough activity that it got the meds through your system because after about a minute in, you started to hurt again. So I gave you another dose and cleaned you up. You were drugged for a while and you just laid in here sleeping,” he answered. He lifted the blankets and pulled my shorts down making me feel exposed and shy. He pulled my underwear away from my pale sweaty skin and gasped. There were bloodspots dappling the blue and pink.

“I’m sorry, Elijah,” he whimpered getting up. He went to the dresser again and got out a pair of briefs. He threw them at me. I stood up and slipped the other ones down my legs. He left the room after telling me to ‘wait a second’ and came back with a wipe. He cleaned my bottom which made me feel awkward and embarrassed. “Hey,” he said when he noticed my discomfort, “you’re beautiful. I hope you know that.”
“Thanks Martin,” I groaned as I blushed. This was all a dream come true. A weird, confusing, unrealistic dream. He kissed my inner thigh. It was smooth and sensitive to his hot, silky lips. He had stubble that brushed me roughly and turned me on strangely. He forced me to sit at the edge of the bed and he kneeled in front of me. He kissed my inner thigh again and open mouth kissed my balls.

I groaned loudly having never felt that before. He licked the base of my cock and teased me. Instead of working up my cock, he slid his face down and forced me to spread my legs more. He kissed the moist, sweaty skin in between my butt cheeks. Then suddenly he kissed my asshole. I jumped. He shushed me gently as he massaged my cock. He licked his lips and gently licked my asshole. He put his mouth on it and forced his tongue into me. I moaned loudly. I was leaned back gasping. I gripped his hair and he darted is tongue in and out quickly. He used both of his thumbs to spread my ass further apart.

I was screaming now, in pleasure and shock. He changed motions repeatedly and would go from tongue fucking my ass to sucking on it lightly, getting my asshole drenched in his slobber. My cock was leaking and I’d only ever masturbated a couple times in my entire life even though I was 18. I’d never actually pre-cum in my entire life. I’d never gotten excited like this or been touched like this. Suddenly he stopped and he grabbed my cock. I was rock hard but felt shy as I was only about 7 inches, and I imagined that he was huge.

He plunged my cock down his throat easily and worked his middle finger into my ass. My entire body wriggled from this pleasure that I’d never experienced before. I was screaming and gasping, clinging to the sheets helplessly. He fucked me with his middle finger and shoved my dick down his throat smoothly. I suddenly couldn’t make a sound. My legs and hips jumped and spazzed. He removed me from his mouth and stroked it quickly and very hard.

“God, you’re stunning,” he gasped as he watched the muscles of my hips squeeze and contract. My cock shot onto his face. His lips and his cheeks became coated in my sticky, salty cum. He licked his lips feverishly and used his thumb to wipe it from his cheeks and then suck it. He looked so desperate and dirty. He cleaned his face and ate all of my cum like he was starving. It was incredibly sexy.

“You taste so good,” he whispered as he climbed beside me on the bed.
“Can you get undressed?” I asked. He nodded and slowly removed his clothes. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his gorgeous lean six-pack. He flexed for me as I watched and i giggled. His pinkish nipples looked delicious and perky. He unbuttoned his shorts and they fell to the floor. The bulge in his undies was amazing. He looked like he could tear them it was so rock hard. He pulled them off and it stood at attention. His cock was big and gorgeous. It had to be almost 12 inches long.

Now it was my turn.