tboy bren who’s barely 16 years old sitting in church not knowing jon has been watching him for months now. Being pulled aside at the end of the service and taken to god knows where where jon fucks into him and rants about how he’s so tight, he’s gonna get him pregnant, he’s perfect, but bren is sobbing and screaming and praying because no! He’s a virgin, he’s not even married! He’s not supposed to have anything or anyone inside him without a ring, and he doesn’t even know this guy :((( sorry u can maul me to death now
how could i maul you after you give me this amazing thing. besides i cant maul you my paws are too tiny!!!!! ill scratch you though. scratch scratch scratch<3
brendon always prays after church services: he closes his eyes and thanks god for letting him have the opportunity, then stands from his bench and begins to exit, his hands cupped behind him so that he can fidget around with his knuckles without being eyed for it.
maybe it’s the last time that brendon takes longer to exit just to pray; there’s nothing scarier than being in the back of the line to the door and being pulled into a closet with a large, cold hand clasped over his mouth. he squeals in desperation to he heard and saved as the door slams shut, but his breathing is cut off, leaving his squeals to sound more like pathetic whimpers. he thrashes around crazily, getting slower and slower with every second he can’t breath, a low, distant yet familiar voice whispering in his ear: “there’s no use in squirming, bren. just calm down, and i’ll let you out sooner…”
brendon just barely, in the back of his mind, recognizes the man. he’d spoken to him enough times to memorize his voice, but the name is an unresolved mystery to him. it’s the one with tired eyes that always linger on brendon when he glances in the wrong direction, with dark brown hair that’s perfectly finished with the fuzz of his beard and eyebrows. his features are soft for a man, more feminine than one would expect, and that always gave him a warm and friendly appearance.
this isn’t friendly; the feeling of this nameless man sliding his hand over brendon’s waist, under his shirt, as another slips into his pants, tracing soft panties beneath. brendon hears the man shudder behind him, and then he’s flipped around, picked up and shoved against the wall carelessly, with enough force to make him groan. “they’ve left by now,” the man hums, his mouth latching onto brendon’s neck as his hand finds his plush chest. “no point in trying to stop me.”
brendon’s eyes prickle with tears as his pants and underwear are tugged down to his thighs, looking the man in the eyes pathetically, barely visible in the darkness. as he watches the man’s face, the mystery name suddenly hits brendon in a wave; jon. jon walker, maybe. “please,” he whimpers, “please, please let me go, what are you doing to me? you can’t, you can’t, i can’t, i’m not married, i’m young, please!”
his pleas are cut off with a pathetic cry, his back arching as jon carelessly shoves his cock into him, fucking him rough and quickly against the wall. brendon cries, his small hands shoving at jon’s chest, pathetically attempting to escape, but jon fucks him harder and forces their lips together, biting brendon’s lower lip hard enough to bleed. “you feel so fucking good,” jon mutters, his mouth trailing to brendon’s jaw, then his neck, in hard bites. “fuck, your cunt, brendon, you’re so tight. knew you’d be perfect for me from the moment i saw you.”
brendon tries to block out the whispers, but when he does, all he hears are the disgusting sounds of jon’s cock sliding in and out of his cunt, or the sounds of his body being subtly hit against the wall behind him. there’s no way out of it, no distraction. he sobs under jon’s touches against his chest, muttering small apologies to god under his breath; “im sorry, im sorry, its not my fault, im not married, im sorry god, please forgive me.”
jon finds the pleads nothing but adorable as he digs his teeth into brendon’s shoulder. “oh, no, god fucking hates you,” he mocks the boy, grinning at the hard sobs he gets out of the scared boy. it makes him roll his hips quicker, hoping to force an orgasm out of the boy before he cums. “gonna cum in you, get you all pregnant, fuck, you’re perfect for it.”
surprisingly enough, a few more thrusts, and brendon is crying out, an unwanted orgasm rolling through him as he nearly collapses against jon. he’s seeing stars as he’s fucked through it; he can barely get a coherent thought in his mind, each added moment of jon’s dick moving inside him adding to the haze in his brain. he barely notices when jon cums inside of him, groaning into his ear: brendon only realizes it’s over when jon drops him, kicking him in the ribs. “you poor thing,” the man coos, shoving his cock back into his pants. “god’s gonna hate you now.”
