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(A/N: Anal sex warning.)
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You know what really sucks?
Finding out you aren’t really on your period after already inserting a tampon. Yeah, I should have known better. Turns out I just hadn’t had rough sex in a really long time- and the reason I was bleeding was from said sex, but I was only spotting of course.
I should have known.
I winced at how sore I was after my own stupidity, and Brendon’s special brand of sexual stupidity.
Brendon was passed out in bed.
Well, I could lie to him.
Then again that would clearly be against his messed up rules. I had to be honest. I didn’t like the idea of things getting… ugly. They kind of already were, in my opinion.
“Christian?” Brendon opened his eyes slowly, “What are you doing?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” I answered, glancing at the clock. I was sitting on the chair in the middle of his room. The clock brightly read 1:36 AM.
“You’re going to be exhausted tomorrow.” Brendon said, sitting up. His hair was messy- and his eyes barely opened. He was adorable. It was so wrong.
“I’m not on my period.” I admitted.
“What?” Brendon blinked in confusion. “You lied to me? What, to just get me out of the house or something?”
“No- I didn’t lie.”
Brendon’s expression hardened. “I’m too tired to punish you accordingly.” Punish? What? No. “Go to sleep.” He threw a pillow down on to the floor.
I got the message.
I got off of his chair and curled up on the hard floor, feeling hopeless about the situation.
I didn’t look up- if I did I would see Brendon staring down at me in utter confusion.
**
The morning came way too soon. I was tired, and sore, and my back hurt from sleeping on the hard floor. I was also freezing since I’d slept without a blanket all night. Once I fully opened my eyes I found that Brendon was staring down at me. “Brendon-“ I licked my lips, “What time is it?”
“Ten AM.” Brendon replied. “I decided to let you sleep in a little.”
“Ten? Oh no! I’m late. I – I have to get going!” I jumped up quickly, only stopping when Brendon made me. “Brendon please, this is my job. I have to go!”
“I called the school earlier. You’re sicked out for two days.”
“What?” I was horrified. “What do you mean; you called the school for me?”
Brendon shrugged, “I pretended to be your boyfriend and gave a fake name. The principal didn’t suspect a thing. He wished you a speedy recovery and said to call before Monday if you still aren’t feeling better. So that means we have a four day weekend together Christian, and my parents won’t be here at all.”
Four days trapped with Brendon? “That’s unprofessional Brendon. I’m going- I’m going to get in to so much trouble for having my supposed boyfriend call in for me.”
“Oh no.” Brendon shook his head. “Not when your boyfriend inquired about donations towards the school. The principal is actually quite taken with me. I believe he’ll be staying on your good side.”
“You can’t just buy him off!”
“Actually, I can.” Brendon responded smugly.
I said nothing, as I became resigned to my fate. I had no other choice but to stay here until he let me go, or until Monday came.
“Are you hungry?” Brendon asked.
“I don’t eat breakfast often.” I admitted. “Are you?”
“I already ate.” Brendon replied.
We fell silent again.
Brendon was staring at me, but I had no idea why.
“How’d you sleep?” He asked.
“Not very well.” I admitted. It wouldn’t do me any good to lie. “My back hurts.”
“Come up here.” Brendon suggested, moving over. “I’ll massage you.”
That seemed uncharacteristically nice, which made me a little suspicious. I didn’t question him though, because I knew how defensive he could get. I didn’t like defensive Brendon, and I didn’t like angry Brendon.
I stood up and was about to lay down on Brendon’s bed when he spoke again. “The shirt has to come off.” No.
“I-I don’t really want a massage.” I nervously commented.
“I want to give you one.” Brendon replied. “I promise it’ll feel good.”
“Please don’t make me.” I begged. “I don’t want it Brendon.”
Brendon’s eyes narrowed, “Why not?”
Why not? That was a good question, with a complicated answer that I just couldn’t give. I couldn’t stand the idea of him seeing my back, and finding out my secret.
“Please, I just don’t want it. Please /Sir/.” I pleaded desperately. “I know you’re probably mad at me and I- I’m sorry that you think I lied to you the other night but I- I didn’t, I was spotting because of the rough sex and I confused it with my period, and I’m sorry but please don’t make me do this. I don’t want it.” Once I was done rambling I let out a deep breath.
Brendon stood up, and gazed at me in complete confusion. “This isn’t meant as a form of punishment. I honestly just wanted to make you feel better. Today was going to be a good day. I was going to treat you for being such a good girl for most of the night last night.”
“I-I, really?” I was more than surprised.
He blinked a few times before nodding, “Yeah. You were a really good girl while I was playing video games last night. I wanted to try it again today- that’s why I called out for us but now… now I’m getting a little irritated.”
“I’m sorry.” I squeaked out.
“I’m giving you a chance to make it up to me.” Brendon calmly replied. “Take your shirt off now or I will punish you, and I won’t be gentle like I was before.” He was gentle before? He had to be kidding!
“I can’t do it Brendon.” I shook my head, “I won’t do it. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Brendon raised an eyebrow.
I nodded, too nervous to speak. Just what did he have in store?
Brendon sighed heavily, “If that’s how it has to be…” He slowly walked to the drawer beside his bed and pulled it open. I didn’t quite get what the punishment was when he pulled out a bottle of lube. His sex was actually quite desirable- it wasn’t so much a punishment, though I didn’t want to admit that. I was pretty sure he knew without being told that I liked it though.
I just stood still in the middle of the room, watching him. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Brendon asked the question so casually, but I was immediately appalled at just the idea.
“N-no, I don’t do that.” I nervously replied.
“You do whatever I say you do.” Brendon corrected.
I understood now what the punishment was going to be. He was going to fuck me in the ass, whether or not I wanted it. “I’ve heard it hurts.” I quietly commented, instead of arguing with him about it.
“The way I’m going to do it will hurt.” Brendon replied. “But usually it isn’t really all that bad. I’ve fucked a first few timers in the ass and they loved it. Some people just can’t get accustomed to something in their ass though.”
“I’m sorry.” I whimpered, “Please don’t make it hurt.”
Brendon’s eyes narrowed, “Take off your damn shirt then. It’s a simple command. Just do it.”
“I can’t.” I bit my lip, “Please let me keep my shirt on.”
Brendon shook his head. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes.” I miserably replied.
“Then you can keep your fucking shirt on, but I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
I just nodded, not entirely surprised.
Brendon took a quick step forward, grabbing hold of my hair. I cried out as he jerked me forward and soon enough I was falling forward on to the bed. Brendon pulled down the panties that I was still wearing. “Naked, at all times.” Brendon smacked my bare ass with his hand, which caused me to inhale sharply. “Spread your legs.” I did. I had given up so early, and for that I was ashamed. There was something bigger at stake here though, and I couldn’t stand the idea of Brendon knowing my secret. I didn’t want him to use that against me, or torture me with it. It already tortured me.
I could hear Brendon applying the lube to his erection, and then he let some wet drops fall against my ass, as he held my cheeks apart. “Such a sexy ass Christian. I can’t wait to be buried inside of you.”
I shivered as he slid one lubed up finger in to me. It was uncomfortable, and just a finger! He took a few minutes just sliding the finger in and out, but it never really became comfortable- just bearable. Once he found that to be enough he started sliding another finger in. I let out an involuntarily moan as Brendon scissored two of his fingers in and out of my ass. “You like that baby?” Brendon started fucking me with his fingers faster and harder, causing my breathing to become ragged.
Brendon grabbed hold of my hair, forcing me to turn my face to the side so that I could kind of see him. He slapped me hard with his other hand. “Answer me. Do you like that?”
“No Sir.” I cried out.
Brendon paused, “No? Tell the truth Christian.” He slapped me on the face again.
“The truth is that I- I want you to stop.” I whimpered as his fingers pumped in to me again. It was uncomfortable, and filthy- and I didn’t appreciate being slapped on the face.
The last thing I expected Brendon to do was stop. I honestly thought that my honest admission would just make things worse. I figured he’d be harder on me physically. Instead he pulled his fingers out of me and moved away. I was too nervous to move though, as I remained bent over on his bed.
“If you stay like that then I am going to fuck you.” Brendon warned, and I quickly moved in to a regular sitting position. I gazed at Brendon before lowering my eyes from his, remembering his bogus rule- and though he’d written it off, I wasn’t really sure what that meant- and if it was okay or not.
“What’s wrong?” Brendon sounded irritated. “I fucking stopped, didn’t I? What do you want, a written apology?”
I was too surprised to speak for a minute. “You don’t care if I want it or not, so why did you stop?”
“Because if I brutally ass fuck you right now it’ll ruin the plans that I have for later tonight.” Brendon commented.
“What plans are those?” That made me a little nervous.
“I told you already.” Brendon sighed. “I want to do the video game thing again.” But I hadn’t done anything special. I just laid my head upon his chest and watched him play. We didn’t even really talk. I just took advantage of the moment of safety.
I didn’t want to make him think that I was objecting so I quickly tried to think of something to say and could only come up with, “Thank you Sir.”
Brendon glanced at me in surprise, “You can look me in the eyes.” And so I did.
“You’re welcome Christian.” He finally answered, after gazing at me for several seconds.
He was definitely confusing.
Did he want to hurt me or hold me?
**
You know what really sucks?
Finding out you aren’t really on your period after already inserting a tampon. Yeah, I should have known better. Turns out I just hadn’t had rough sex in a really long time- and the reason I was bleeding was from said sex, but I was only spotting of course.
I should have known.
I winced at how sore I was after my own stupidity, and Brendon’s special brand of sexual stupidity.
Brendon was passed out in bed.
Well, I could lie to him.
Then again that would clearly be against his messed up rules. I had to be honest. I didn’t like the idea of things getting… ugly. They kind of already were, in my opinion.
“Christian?” Brendon opened his eyes slowly, “What are you doing?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” I answered, glancing at the clock. I was sitting on the chair in the middle of his room. The clock brightly read 1:36 AM.
“You’re going to be exhausted tomorrow.” Brendon said, sitting up. His hair was messy- and his eyes barely opened. He was adorable. It was so wrong.
“I’m not on my period.” I admitted.
“What?” Brendon blinked in confusion. “You lied to me? What, to just get me out of the house or something?”
“No- I didn’t lie.”
Brendon’s expression hardened. “I’m too tired to punish you accordingly.” Punish? What? No. “Go to sleep.” He threw a pillow down on to the floor.
I got the message.
I got off of his chair and curled up on the hard floor, feeling hopeless about the situation.
I didn’t look up- if I did I would see Brendon staring down at me in utter confusion.
**
The morning came way too soon. I was tired, and sore, and my back hurt from sleeping on the hard floor. I was also freezing since I’d slept without a blanket all night. Once I fully opened my eyes I found that Brendon was staring down at me. “Brendon-“ I licked my lips, “What time is it?”
“Ten AM.” Brendon replied. “I decided to let you sleep in a little.”
“Ten? Oh no! I’m late. I – I have to get going!” I jumped up quickly, only stopping when Brendon made me. “Brendon please, this is my job. I have to go!”
“I called the school earlier. You’re sicked out for two days.”
“What?” I was horrified. “What do you mean; you called the school for me?”
Brendon shrugged, “I pretended to be your boyfriend and gave a fake name. The principal didn’t suspect a thing. He wished you a speedy recovery and said to call before Monday if you still aren’t feeling better. So that means we have a four day weekend together Christian, and my parents won’t be here at all.”
Four days trapped with Brendon? “That’s unprofessional Brendon. I’m going- I’m going to get in to so much trouble for having my supposed boyfriend call in for me.”
“Oh no.” Brendon shook his head. “Not when your boyfriend inquired about donations towards the school. The principal is actually quite taken with me. I believe he’ll be staying on your good side.”
“You can’t just buy him off!”
“Actually, I can.” Brendon responded smugly.
I said nothing, as I became resigned to my fate. I had no other choice but to stay here until he let me go, or until Monday came.
“Are you hungry?” Brendon asked.
“I don’t eat breakfast often.” I admitted. “Are you?”
“I already ate.” Brendon replied.
We fell silent again.
Brendon was staring at me, but I had no idea why.
“How’d you sleep?” He asked.
“Not very well.” I admitted. It wouldn’t do me any good to lie. “My back hurts.”
“Come up here.” Brendon suggested, moving over. “I’ll massage you.”
That seemed uncharacteristically nice, which made me a little suspicious. I didn’t question him though, because I knew how defensive he could get. I didn’t like defensive Brendon, and I didn’t like angry Brendon.
I stood up and was about to lay down on Brendon’s bed when he spoke again. “The shirt has to come off.” No.
“I-I don’t really want a massage.” I nervously commented.
“I want to give you one.” Brendon replied. “I promise it’ll feel good.”
“Please don’t make me.” I begged. “I don’t want it Brendon.”
Brendon’s eyes narrowed, “Why not?”
Why not? That was a good question, with a complicated answer that I just couldn’t give. I couldn’t stand the idea of him seeing my back, and finding out my secret.
“Please, I just don’t want it. Please /Sir/.” I pleaded desperately. “I know you’re probably mad at me and I- I’m sorry that you think I lied to you the other night but I- I didn’t, I was spotting because of the rough sex and I confused it with my period, and I’m sorry but please don’t make me do this. I don’t want it.” Once I was done rambling I let out a deep breath.
Brendon stood up, and gazed at me in complete confusion. “This isn’t meant as a form of punishment. I honestly just wanted to make you feel better. Today was going to be a good day. I was going to treat you for being such a good girl for most of the night last night.”
“I-I, really?” I was more than surprised.
He blinked a few times before nodding, “Yeah. You were a really good girl while I was playing video games last night. I wanted to try it again today- that’s why I called out for us but now… now I’m getting a little irritated.”
“I’m sorry.” I squeaked out.
“I’m giving you a chance to make it up to me.” Brendon calmly replied. “Take your shirt off now or I will punish you, and I won’t be gentle like I was before.” He was gentle before? He had to be kidding!
“I can’t do it Brendon.” I shook my head, “I won’t do it. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Brendon raised an eyebrow.
I nodded, too nervous to speak. Just what did he have in store?
Brendon sighed heavily, “If that’s how it has to be…” He slowly walked to the drawer beside his bed and pulled it open. I didn’t quite get what the punishment was when he pulled out a bottle of lube. His sex was actually quite desirable- it wasn’t so much a punishment, though I didn’t want to admit that. I was pretty sure he knew without being told that I liked it though.
I just stood still in the middle of the room, watching him. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Brendon asked the question so casually, but I was immediately appalled at just the idea.
“N-no, I don’t do that.” I nervously replied.
“You do whatever I say you do.” Brendon corrected.
I understood now what the punishment was going to be. He was going to fuck me in the ass, whether or not I wanted it. “I’ve heard it hurts.” I quietly commented, instead of arguing with him about it.
“The way I’m going to do it will hurt.” Brendon replied. “But usually it isn’t really all that bad. I’ve fucked a first few timers in the ass and they loved it. Some people just can’t get accustomed to something in their ass though.”
“I’m sorry.” I whimpered, “Please don’t make it hurt.”
Brendon’s eyes narrowed, “Take off your damn shirt then. It’s a simple command. Just do it.”
“I can’t.” I bit my lip, “Please let me keep my shirt on.”
Brendon shook his head. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes.” I miserably replied.
“Then you can keep your fucking shirt on, but I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
I just nodded, not entirely surprised.
Brendon took a quick step forward, grabbing hold of my hair. I cried out as he jerked me forward and soon enough I was falling forward on to the bed. Brendon pulled down the panties that I was still wearing. “Naked, at all times.” Brendon smacked my bare ass with his hand, which caused me to inhale sharply. “Spread your legs.” I did. I had given up so early, and for that I was ashamed. There was something bigger at stake here though, and I couldn’t stand the idea of Brendon knowing my secret. I didn’t want him to use that against me, or torture me with it. It already tortured me.
I could hear Brendon applying the lube to his erection, and then he let some wet drops fall against my ass, as he held my cheeks apart. “Such a sexy ass Christian. I can’t wait to be buried inside of you.”
I shivered as he slid one lubed up finger in to me. It was uncomfortable, and just a finger! He took a few minutes just sliding the finger in and out, but it never really became comfortable- just bearable. Once he found that to be enough he started sliding another finger in. I let out an involuntarily moan as Brendon scissored two of his fingers in and out of my ass. “You like that baby?” Brendon started fucking me with his fingers faster and harder, causing my breathing to become ragged.
Brendon grabbed hold of my hair, forcing me to turn my face to the side so that I could kind of see him. He slapped me hard with his other hand. “Answer me. Do you like that?”
“No Sir.” I cried out.
Brendon paused, “No? Tell the truth Christian.” He slapped me on the face again.
“The truth is that I- I want you to stop.” I whimpered as his fingers pumped in to me again. It was uncomfortable, and filthy- and I didn’t appreciate being slapped on the face.
The last thing I expected Brendon to do was stop. I honestly thought that my honest admission would just make things worse. I figured he’d be harder on me physically. Instead he pulled his fingers out of me and moved away. I was too nervous to move though, as I remained bent over on his bed.
“If you stay like that then I am going to fuck you.” Brendon warned, and I quickly moved in to a regular sitting position. I gazed at Brendon before lowering my eyes from his, remembering his bogus rule- and though he’d written it off, I wasn’t really sure what that meant- and if it was okay or not.
“What’s wrong?” Brendon sounded irritated. “I fucking stopped, didn’t I? What do you want, a written apology?”
I was too surprised to speak for a minute. “You don’t care if I want it or not, so why did you stop?”
“Because if I brutally ass fuck you right now it’ll ruin the plans that I have for later tonight.” Brendon commented.
“What plans are those?” That made me a little nervous.
“I told you already.” Brendon sighed. “I want to do the video game thing again.” But I hadn’t done anything special. I just laid my head upon his chest and watched him play. We didn’t even really talk. I just took advantage of the moment of safety.
I didn’t want to make him think that I was objecting so I quickly tried to think of something to say and could only come up with, “Thank you Sir.”
Brendon glanced at me in surprise, “You can look me in the eyes.” And so I did.
“You’re welcome Christian.” He finally answered, after gazing at me for several seconds.
He was definitely confusing.
Did he want to hurt me or hold me?
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