❗️trigger warning here: rape/chocking out❗️

Every single time O'Riley thrusts into him, his hips dig into the desk. It hurts, but that doesn't stop his body from reacting. In fact, the pain makes him react more.

This is how it was...Ever since he was a child. His own body betrays him. Everyone uses him this way. They destroy his body, with no regard for his health or how he feels. However, he had to do this. O'Riley saved his life...He owes everything to him. He wouldn't dare be difficult.

Sometimes though...it feels as if O'Riley still wants to kill him. Like right now, for example.

O'Riley flips the smaller man over, hiking his legs up and entering him yet again. Then his large hands find Crips throat. He squeezes, hard, and the sudden feeling and lack of air makes Crip tense up all over. These men loved hurting him, because it made his insides tense up around their cocks. They were all monsters, truly, demons on earth...but then what does that make Crip?

After all...deep down, he likes this.

As O'Riley strangles him, he can feel himself getting lightheaded. The boss doesn't loosen his grip even for a second as he continues to pound into the small male. His throat burns...maybe this will be it. Maybe his life will finally end here.

Warm tears seep out of his eyes, a little bit of drool trailing down his jaw. He's on the verge of blacking out, but then finally, O'Riley cums. His grip tightens even worse for a moment, until he rides out his high.
Then his grip loosens.

Crip gasps, taking in air, and swearing he'd never take it for granted again.

O'Riley grins down wickedly at him, enjoying the wreck below. Crip stares into his blue eyes, and then closes his own eyes, drifting off to sleep out of pure exhaustion.