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CHAPTER TWENTY Daniel
Jaco and I jump onto his bed.
He moans and frantically pulls my T-shirt off before he lies back, resting his head on his pillow. Already naked, he stares down at me, as I go down between his thighs with my head resting in my hands, admiring his nice dick blocking my view of his face.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked." I grin at him.
"Promise?" He coyly pleads.
"Yip." I smile back at him.
Not being that much into him really, I have to get a handle on myself and I know it's what he wants. It's the least I can do for him, since he's basically taking care of me, until I'm able to make other plans.
He's not bad looking either and is so obviously into me.
I start by licking his dick from base to tip and he inhales sharply.
His pre-cum tastes delicious, and I lick gently at his slit, before completely taking him into my mouth.
"O, hell, yes, Daniel!" he shows his appreciation.
Grabbing my hair, he starts pumping his dick into my mouth. It's fucking erotic and in no way uncomfortable. He's also doing it nice and slow, allowing me to breathe normally between each thrust.
I know it's a fuck he actually wants and so I stop and lift myself up, while he lets go of my hair in the process.
Flipping him over onto his stomach, I grab his ass and lift it upwards, admiring his inviting bleached pucker. He does have a gorgeous hole and it's hungry for a fucking.
Did I notice last time that he bleaches himself, down there? Maybe it's a new thing.
Raising myself up onto my knees, I make sure his ass is high enough and reach for the condom next to him and rip open the wrapper and put it on me.
Chucking the ripped wrapper to one side, I take the small bottle of lube and generously squeeze some of it onto his hole and my dick, making sure, with my fingers, that we're both well-lubricated.
"What's taking you so long, Daniel? Fuck me!"
Not needing another invitation, I push my legs down from under me and position the tip of my dick at his hole, with my hands next to his sides and my thighs inside his own, and start pushing into him. My dick stretches him and he moans.
I slowly but surely fill his emptiness and push further and further into him, his moans increase.
My ass is still a little tender from the rape, but I ignore it. I have to do this.
Eventually, I'm up to the hilt in him and retract my dick and then enter him again, repeating the motion until I start fucking him slowly.
He's ass is nice and warm.
"Mm. You feel great." I compliment him.
At that, Jaco reaches back with both his hands and pulls his ass-cheeks apart, enticing me to fuck him deeper.
"Nice one!" I appreciate him for beings such an amazing and willing bottom.
I continue to fuck him at a steady pace and, very slowly, I start to speed up.
"For fuck's sake, Daniel! Will you fuck me properly! You're driving me nuts, man!" He demands, as I'm busy retracting my dick from his ass.
"Your wish, is my command, sir!" And I ram myself into him with all my might. If it's a fuck you want it's a fuck you're going to get.
Grabbing hold of his shoulders, I lie on his back and fuck the bejesus out of him. The bed moans and creeks, as if it's going to break apart and his own groans get muzzled by the sounds the bed's making.
"Oh, God, yes! That's more like it!" He yells out, letting me know I'm doing a good job.
He better be grateful!
We're covered in fresh sweat and I feel myself slide up and down against his wet back, as I'm fucking him full throttle.
I'm not sure how long I can keep up this pace and my hair is plastered against my forehead, dripping wet. My pulse throbs in my temples, ears, throat, heart and dick.
Jaco's let go of his ass cheeks and has his dick in his one hand, underneath his abdomen, jerking himself off like crazy against his linen, while I pummel full-force into him.
"I'm cumming!" he yells between moans and cums directly onto his bedspread.
His ass grips my dick hard, as he cums.
"Me too! Oh, fuck, yes!" I shout aloud. "O, bliksem! Fok!"
Three powerful squirts of cum and then a few little ones fill the condom and my orgasm travels from my groin, right up my back, into my chest and reaches my brain.
That was unreal! Just what I needed.
All of my senses fail me and I collapse onto him.
We lie there, completely still, and I feel my dick go limp. Reaching down I grab hold of my dick and the condom and carefully remove myself from him.
I get up and walk into his bathroom, wrapping the condom with a tissue, and flush it down the toilet.
That wasn't so bad.
At least I enjoyed it, even if it was only a thank you fuck.
Turning on the hot water in the shower, I wait for it to get hot enough before adding some cold water. I step into the shower and let the water rush over my entire body. It feels amazing on my exhausted body.
A little guilt creeps up on me. Jaco just got the fuck he wanted and, though, I did enjoy it, it's just such a pity that I'll never be able to feel the same way about him as he does me.
After I finish showering, he does likewise and we go out for dinner.
He jabbers away the entire time and I simply nod and comment now and then. I'm not in much of a conversation mood and after he'd rescued me, so to speak, a few days ago, I at least got the guts to fuck him this afternoon.
Whether I'll allow anyone to fuck me ever again, is another story altogether. The memory of Johan violating me, is still too graphically embedded in my mind.
I resist the urge to get hold of a gun and march myself over there and pull the trigger. The fucking asshole deserves it.
The possibility of HIV is even more scary. Jaco, after I told him what'd happened, pressured me the next day to go to a private clinic. They put two stitches in my ass. Man, that was fucking painful! And gave me some morning-after drug that they give rape victims. Even though, I hadn't told them that I'd been raped. I just said that I was drunk and had unprotected sex with some random guy.
I was just too embarrassed to admit to anyone what had really happened to me, except for Jaco of course.
The physician lectured me about being careful with mixing alcohol and sex, and told me to go back for an HIV test in three months' time. They did assure me though that the drug had a high success rate, so I shouldn't worry too much about it.
A nagging feeling that I may have actually gotten infected, still gnaws at me. What if what Johan did to me is a lifetime sentence instead of one traumatic incident?
Regardless, I refuse to let him fuck up my life by what he's done to me. I won't give him that power over me.
But tomorrow is a new day and I really should get my life back on track. I'll give my parents a call and take it from there.
I haven't yet because I have no idea what to tell them about why I've left. Again, Jaco came to my rescue and suggested I just tell them that Johan assaulted me and that I can't work in such circumstances. If they ask why I haven't reported him, I can just explain there were no witnesses and it was his word against mine. As a guy who's worked there for decades, he'd have more credibility than me.
I know it sounds iffy, but it's the best we can come up with up to now.
The next morning, I wake up at nine and Jaco's already left for work. The poor guy is doing double-shifts when he can, in order to look after me. Hence the thank you sex.
I pick up my phone, head to the open bedroom window, a beautiful view of the mountains welcomes me, and dial my mother's number.
She answers almost immediately.
"Hi Ma. How're you guys?"
"You have a cheek calling us, you know!" Her voice laced with anger.
"Huh?" is all I manage.
She goes on, "That boss of yours sent us those pictures of you and that American pervert disgustingly kissing and holding hands in public. To say I'm disappointed is an understatement. You'll burn in hell for allowing the devil to corrupt you like this."
"But Ma ..." I try an interrupt.
She ignores me and continues. "Your Pa's beside himself and just so you know, he has already instructed our lawyers to remove you from the Will. You are no longer welcome here and we'll give your share of the farm to your sister. At least she's married and her husband is nice enough. I hope and pray that your little brother hasn't been affected by your sodomising habits. And heaven forbid you don't have AIDS already!"
I'm stunned and my heart strains under the trauma of what I'm hearing.
"To summarise, we don't want to hear from you again or even see you until you can prove to us you have given up your hedonistic ways and married a nice Christian girl. Then we'll think about it. Until then ... goodbye!" The call disconnects.
Immediately, I try and call her back, still in shock, but her phone goes to voicemail. I try three times until I realise she's probably turned it off. I try my dad but get the same response.
Walking to the bed and sitting down on it, I start to absorb everything she's just said and the implications of what it actually means. Tears begin to flood my eyes and make their way down my cheeks.
I cry quietly, while my heart breaks into a million pieces, and after an hour or so, when there aren't even any tears left to shed, I'm done weeping.
My sadness is replaced with fury and I jump up, get some clothes on, grab my wallet, put my phone in my pocket and head out the front door.
I'm going to fucking kill that bastard for ruining my life!
Someone is dying today!