79. Looming Lust Part 1

Spence's POV:

I squinted my eyes to identify the person who was standing near the bed. It was the same Boss, who had taken me there. There was a certain superiority in his eyes, which explains for his subordinated lackeys.

"I want to eat him." He licked his thumb and dragged it across my torso, sending chills down my spine.

I began to tremble.

He climbed upon me and rested his hip against mine, with something hard grinding against my skin. I was completely disgusted.

"Leave me, you monster!" I yelled and tried to turn to the other side, but his grip was stronger than I thought it would be.

"This monster's name is Allen D' Souza." He said as he leaned over my bare chest. "You do know D' Souzas right?"

"Yeah. Your family is full of madmen. My mom had warned me against you all."

"Come on, what can a high school student even do?" His hand slipped into my nether regions, eventually stopping his hand near my posterior hole.

My back arched upwards as I felt his fingers slip into my entrance one at a time. An excruciating pain rose up my body as I tried my best to escape. However, fate had decided to slap me that day. Staying still was the only way I could save myself.

"There's so much liquid in here," He said as he wiped his hand on his pants and then dug out a tube out of his pocket.

"What's... that?" I asked in a raspy voice.

He took some substance out of the tube and lifted my legs up, sliding some liquid from the bottom of my crack to the top, inserting those lustful fingers fiercely. I let out a scream. A scream that an innocent child makes when he sees a monster at night. However, in his case, his parents would pat him back to sleep. I had no one to do so. Neither a comforting hand, nor an innocent fear.

I shut my eyes and decided to completely surrender myself to the person. Before I knew, I had fallen asleep. Whether I had passed out or slept, no one cared and he continued to exploit me, perhaps.

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When I next opened my eyes, I perceived everything to have turned upside down. The tables and chairs were up in the sky, along with the rusty metal flooring.

Suddenly, I felt a reflux in my stomach, which resulted in a sudden inflow of liquid from my stomach into my throat. It is only when I threw up, I realized I was hanging upside down.

I heard the locks clicked and looked at the entrance with my eyes now reduced to slits. It was the boss and his lackey Shawn. They came in the room and rushed towards me.

"Are you fine, darling?" He said as he glided his fingers across my jaw line. I fiddled around to move away from him.

"Of course not." I glared at him.

"I'll make you feel better." He said as he brought a ladder and climbed up, revealing my posterior hole to him directly. My legs were spread and tied to the ceiling with ropes.

"Get me the bottle please." He commanded his lackey.

The lackey scrambled around the room and searched for the bottle. After a search of ten minutes, he finally found in the pile of scrap clothes. Picking out the bottle, he held it to check its contents.

"It's full, sir." He said as he walked towards me.

The boss bent down and grabbed the bottle from his hand, unscrewing the cap. I bent my neck as much as I could to see what was going on up there, but ended up spraining it.

After a short while, I felt a liquid trickle down my legs and reaching my sensitive entrance. I shriveled upwards due to the discomfort but the lackey pulled me open.

"This will help it go down." He said as he pushed one of his fingers inside. His sharp nails injured my skin.

I felt the constant force of his fingers going in and out of my posterior hole, causing me to occasionally yell out in pain. Somehow, he seemed to enjoy all that. It was feeding his inner demon of lust.

He got down the ladder and pushed it away. Glaring at me square in the eyes, he muttered something that I hadn't expected to hear.

"When the mother disagrees, you compensate it with the son. You get it now?"

The lackey simply nodded.

Those words of his struck some very unusual pangs in my heart. I would describe it as a combination of angst, fear and extreme fury. I glared at him to the extent that I could have popped my eyeballs out.

"I want to kill you!" I yelled out loud, as I saw his expression change.

"He's talking a lot! " He said, smashing the bottle on the ground.

I began to shiver, as despair rose in my heart.