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Robin was lying on my bed shaking. He was on top of the covers naked and I could hear him crying but I didn’t care. He didn’t deserve to have me care that he was hurt. He cheated on me and I couldn’t just let it go.
I sat down next to him on the bed and dragged him on top of me. His entire body shuddered unnaturally and I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me with his bloodshot emerald eyes.
“Robin, quit fucking crying. You deserve this.” I growled darkly. He swallowed hard trying to regain the capability to speak.

“Pl-s Ba-rt.” He begged in a whisper. Then I shoved his mouth onto my 13 inches of cock and forced him to suck. I had his dark charcoal hair in my fist as I shoved my cock down his throat. Tears streamed down his pale white cheeks as he sucked. I began to move my hand even faster and every crevice in his mouth caressed my meat. After about 5 minutes of him choking on my cock I blew a giant load into his throat and he pulled back gasping and coughing.
“Mmm soo sooory.” He cried as he swallowed my jizz.

“C’mere.” I demanded ignoring his pleads. Reluctantly, he climbed onto my chest and laid down still shivering. “Lemme see your face!” he looked up at me and I turned his head to observe his bloody nose and lip. When I’d caught the two of them together I just flipped. The second the other guy had gotten out I punched Robin so hard that he slammed against the wall and blacked out. Since then it had just been a blur of mind-blowing abuse. Gently I wrapped my arms around him and carried his fragile pale body to the bathroom.
“Everything hurts.” He stated weakly. I’d calmed down enough to a point where I realized how far I’d gone. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and I started the water. I made sure it was warm because he’d been naked for at least 5 hours in our freezing cold apartment so he needed warmth. He’d been well behaved but it didn’t surprise me. He knew he needed me and that I wouldn’t forgive him until I’d done what I needed to do. He had a bruise already appearing on his side where I’d kicked him and his ass was bright red from me spanking him.

“Go ahead.” I said when it was full. He stood up and climbed in with hesitance. He laid back and closed his eyes trying to break away. “I love you. I’m sorry.”
“I love you too Bartholomew. A-are you still mad?”
“No.”
“After my bath, do you think we could go out to dinner?” he asked in his sweet boyish voice.
“Of course, Robert. We can do anything.” I said as I left.

*** Chapter 1

I was sitting at the kitchen table dressed again and waiting for Robin. After about 25 minutes he came into the kitchen wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a smashing pumpkins t-shirt. His short messy hair danced around his slightly happier face. He had his hands clasped behind his back and looked at me joyfully.

“Hey! So where you wanna go?” He asked cheerfully walking over to sit on my lap. He was so perfect. He only weighed 115 pounds and was smooth and soft and cuddly.
“Wherever you want.” I answered hugging him. After a quick discussion about it we left and went to a restaurant on the corner of our street. He barely ate anything when we were there, but I didn’t think he would. He’d only gone because he wanted to be out somewhere and talk somewhere where it was safe. We were sitting at a table for two and our hands were linked together across it. He liked when we did this because it made him feel special; like he was mine.
“Bart?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I didn’t mean to do it. I just had to. He said that he would kill you if didn’t let him because you owe him money.”

“I just- I’m sorry Robin. I just wish you could stop trying to mean more to me. I shouldn’t have gotten upset, because I’m not supposed to care about you like this. I don’t wanna care about you like this.” I explained. But I did care. I’d loved him since I was 13 and when I came out to everyone, he still came to my house and hung out with me even though his dad didn’t want him to. It was a year after I fell for him that I came out though. Before that I tried hard to act as straight as possible. I talked about girls and stuff but I didn’t really care about girls; I cared about him. I’m 6 2’ and beautiful. Not my words. Robin says that. He loves me even though I’m like his exact opposite body wise. I’m very tan and my hair is caramel blonde. I’ve got baby blue eyes and a lightly faded six pack.

Robin still sat there quietly, thinking about how I shouldn’t care. Our food came a moment after I said that and we barely spoke at all.
“You love me.” He said, still sounding far away and cold.
“Yes, I do. I’m not supposed to though.” I sighed back in reply.
“Well, that’s all that matters, Bart.”
“Yeah.” was all I could say back. His logic was totally impenetrable. We finished eating quickly and drove home in silence. It had been early morning when I’d caught them together and when I’d gotten to the apartment I found it was already about 4. We went the bedroom and fell asleep still dressed. I had to leave again for work in 6 hours. I didn’t do anything horrible. I wasn’t a hit man or a drug dealer; I was a cashier at a video store. The only reason why I owed some guy money was because I found myself slowly falling into a world of darkness where I had no friends and my life was threatened every single day. I’d been working from 10 to 6 for about a week now and the only thing that made me happy was that stupid boy, who I wasn’t supposed to love. He slept through my getting up and showered and dressed and was even still sleeping when I left.

“I love you.” I whispered and gently kissed his soft sweet cheek.

Chapter 2

I felt Bart’s warm lips kiss my cheek after he told me that he loved me, but I didn’t feel like opening my eyes or being awake. He swiftly left the apartment to go to work and I turned over, putting my face into the pillow and cried. When Bart was home, I did all I could not to just cry. I love him so much, but he has issues. It’s hard to like someone who hurts you so much. But I do need and love him. He’s all I have. Last year, my girlfriend Bella cheated on me and I moved into Bart’s apartment. I was used to him always being cheery, but living with him made me realize how cruelly moody he could get. The first time he snapped at me we weren’t even together yet. In fact, I was still interested in girls then.

We were fighting for the second time since I’d moved in. The first time, I’d been the one who started it because I couldn’t imagine my best friend hurting me. I still felt tough and I could take on the world. Now, it was my fault. I’d had a girl over and she stole about 200 dollars from Bart’s wallet. He was pretty pissed off. I sat on the couch just letting him yell at me, and then he put his hand on the side of my face and forced me to look at him.
“Are you even listening?” he asked.
“No.” He fucking flipped out. He went to the bedroom and found my wallet.
“What are you doing?” I asked calmly.
“Making you pay me 200.”
“What?” I said as I reached around his side and tried to get the money back.
“You brought her here, you should pay.” He stated as he held a wad of bills out of my reach. He’s a lot taller than me.
“It doesn’t work that way!” I shouted as I jumped to snatch it. He pushed me on the ground the second that I did that and forced me to stay down. He kneeled on top of me as he held my head on the floor. He took the money out of my hand and set it on the desk behind us.
“You’re hurting me, Bart.” I whimpered.
“I’m sorry, Robby.” He answered back, without letting up.
“Will you please stop?”
“God, you look good from this angle.” He laughed, ignoring what I said.
“Please?” I whined again. His roughness let up slightly as he gently brushed back my hair with the hand that had held my head down. His other hand still stayed put, keeping my arms twisted against my back. I kept quiet then, just letting him sit on top of me and gently stroke my hair. Finally he got up from my back and helped me stand up. My arms ached from being in that bent position for so long. I went back to the living room and sat on the couch to think about what happened. He was in the bedroom for about 5 minutes before he came out and sat next to me.

“I’m sorry, Robert. I put that money back in your wallet; I hope you can forgive me.” He apologized sadly. Then almost unwillingly I said:
“It’s okay Bart. You were right. I brought her here and I should pay you back.” Then I got up and went to the bedroom to put the money back into his wallet. That was the first time I acknowledged the power he had over me.

Now, everything I did was because of that power. Today was probably the worst he’s ever been. I’d done my best to stay calm, but the tears took over and I’d cried while I sucked him off. I lay in bed trying to keep sleeping until about 11 pm. Finally I decided to get up and get something done. I turned on the TV and did the dishes. I went to bedroom and took the sheets off of the bed, noticing the blood from my nose and lip. I put smooth white sheets on, then a tan comforter. The apartment was freezing so I made coffee and sat in bed thinking for about 20 minutes. It was only 11:30. I hated myself so much for needing Bart around to have fun. I constantly craved his touch and his love. I reached my hand into my sweat pants, which I’d changed into while I was bored, and felt my swollen cock. I hadn’t cum in days and that was pretty long for me. It’s not like I’d been held out on, it’s just Bart was never there to give It to me. I gently squeezed it and began to just touch it. My cock isn’t nearly as big as Bart’s, but I think it’s good. I’m 7 inches and very thick. At the moment I was even bigger than usual because I was rock hard and full. I didn’t like to masturbate but I pulled down my pants and briefs and fingered my ass as I stroked my cock. I actually had an easier time cumming when I was just being fucked. I was like a total bottom. I don’t really like fucking guys, just being fucked.

It took me forever to get myself to cum, but once I did I cleaned up and went to bed, even though I didn’t feel sleepy.