PF: C02.1
SECOND CHAPTER: Part One
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Pulling out his finger, Karl turned his attention towards Fritz's tightly shut mounds. Flipping him over, and surprised to see those snowy-white cheeky mounds were rather abundant, where between them lay the pale blue crease of a tightly shut chrysanthemum.
"Then... then why the hell did you come here to live? Why did you marry a bitch like my mother? ——are you fucking insane! ——why the hell did let me suffer and be poor my entire life!"
Anxious, Karl couldn't think of what else to do and so asked: "Fritz, do you still not want to go home?"
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
Pulling out his finger, Karl turned his attention towards Fritz's tightly shut mounds. Flipping him over, and surprised to see those snowy-white cheeky mounds were rather abundant, where between them lay the pale blue crease of a tightly shut chrysanthemum.
"Fritz. Fritz!"
"Don't cry... Fritz... Please don't cry..."
"Does it hurt?" It appeared as though, overnight, Karl was no longer ignorant teenager that he once was. The tenderness filling his voice as he now whispered he, himself, couldn't say where it came from.
Hesitantly, Karl slowly pushed his fingers into Fritz's ⓐnus. At first it appeared as cold and delicate, much like a little pearl. But due to him clearly realising his bare form was exposed before a relative, he was extremely humiliated and ashamed. Fritz's body trembled, his tremors passing from his pale white skin too the tips of Karl's fingers. This poor little injured animal appearance of his made Karl's heart unable to stop itself from swelling with a sliver of pain, a kind of aching which was deeply rooted in blood.
"I understand." Fritz's voice was hoarse. Karl then moved to gently wiped the blood staining the corners of Fritz's mouth, at his actin, Fritz sucked in a breath.
However, Karl was unable to stop himself from asking: "Fritz, why did you go out in the middle of the night?" Usually, he would only go out to sweep the floors at the break of dawn or at dusk. So why did you go out today? Resulting in you being unlucky enough to get gang-rⓐped by others.
Inserting his finger into Fritz's female garden, Fritz grunted out a pain-filled groan.
Having no other alternative, Karl braced himself, pulling his blade-like member from within Fritz's narrow passage to again thrust it in fiercely in a single breath, continuing to do so a few times until he felt lubrication become much better, while Fritz during this released sobbing moans. As he kept plunging himself into and out of the man below him, Karl noticed his member was completely soaked with Fritz's blood.
"Holy sh... I can't believe it! Karl, are you actually into this sort of thing? Hahaha!"
Despite him usually loathing that weak and incompetent father of his, on this night, Karl found out the truth. He now knew the father he always harshly judged and demanded to show masculinity, was in fact not a completely a man at all. He was weak, lonely, and wretchedly clinging onto his own fragmented pain; causing a kind of tenderness and affection to suddenly find its way surging within Karl's heart. ...I must protect you.
Although he had no experience of this kind, he did hear about the way to do it with men from some of the guys who bought male prostitutes in their organisation. Thus, using his tongue to lick his fingers, he, with some difficulty, inserted his fingers into Fritz's tightly sealed rear bud. Fritz gasped, puffs of air passing his lips, but unlike the prior insertion, there seemed to be no signs of pain in his expression, and he also let out some moans.
"What? You read books?" Karl was quite surprised. In those slums, nine out of ten of the men and women there did not know how to read, and at best only knew a few words. So he never expected for Fritz, whom he had never witnessed even holding a pen prior, to have attended school. "Then... what grade did you get to in primary school?"
Seriously! That kind of a joke wouldn't be funny at all!
Although he had no experience of this kind, he did hear about the way to do it with men from some of the guys who bought male prostitutes in their organisation. Thus, using his tongue to lick his fingers, he, with some difficulty, inserted his fingers into Fritz's tightly sealed rear bud. Fritz gasped, puffs of air passing his lips, but unlike the prior insertion, there seemed to be no signs of pain in his expression, and he also let out some moans.
Nervous by how hard of a time he had parting from everyone, once he managed it, Karl too the fastest route and ran back. It wasn't just about whether Fritz could survive the night until the next morning, it was also about whether he was also found by other hooligans during that time, making his situation was very dangerous.
"What!" Karl cried out in shock. He was just as shocked as he was when finding out his father was a hermaphrodite!
"Then... then why the hell did you come here to live? Why did you marry a bitch like my mother? ——are you fucking insane! ——why the hell did let me suffer and be poor my entire life!"
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
"No... I can't... If you hold me, I'll feel a lot better... hold a little tighter... okay..." Fritz vaguely felt Karl's hold tighten. And for Karl, being needed by the other made his youthful chest suddenly grow stronger. "Be good and go to sleep then, I'll keep holding you. I won't let you go..."
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
However, Karl had no idea how to comfort Fritz at all, so all he could do was wipe the other man's tears clumsily. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to let them find out your true identity earlier... In fact, I never wanted to do... that with you." Holding Fritz's face securely, Karl said those words. After finding out about the secret of the other man's body, for some unknown reason, Karl suddenly cared about how he appeared in the other's eyes. He did not want at all for this "he" and "she" father of his to mistake his true intentions.
"Nice, looks like it's my turn now!" Tired of waiting, another boy pulled Karl off, flipped over the bent on his stomach Fritz, then pulled his legs wide open before directly shoving his long hardened member into Fritz's red, swollen and bleeding hole.
"Then... then why the hell did you come here to live? Why did you marry a bitch like my mother? ——are you fucking insane! ——why the hell did let me suffer and be poor my entire life!"
Karl jumped in fright, responding to Kaine in a flurry: "Oh! My bad, man, I just never expected somebody like this to exist in this world. I couldn't stop myself from finding it strange, you know?"
So the unmoving Fritz was still in that same place with no signs of anyone else passing by in the area.
"Are you still cold? I usually sleep here on nights when I don't want to go home." Karl adjusted Fritz's body to allow the other man to feel more comfortable while lying in his arms.
In those days, people who could afford to go to college would never have their family live in squalor. Furthermore, one with a college degree would not have a hard time finding a job. Since you studied at a university, why run to this slum which only churns out gangsters and prostitutes to be a pauper? Thinking this, Karl really began suspecting there was something wrong with Fritz's IQ. With a twitch of his lips, he then asked the man before him: "Hey, you better not tell me you actually came here because you fell for that fat pig-like old lady of mine. You not, right?"
"Ah!" Fritz cried out with a screech. Although, at fourteen, Karl's member was not that big, that hard and hot thing of his was inserted in such an extremely narrow place in one quick breath. So in addition to the sweating on account of the pain he was feeling, Fritz's body also locked itself stiff.
Karl could only use his eyes to console the teary-eyed Fritz staring at him as he moved to grip the other man's smooth and slender waist then began to thrust lightly. Without enough lubrication, these attempts at moving were truly quite terrible. Let alone Fritz's beautiful face which was in such pain it had contorted, even Karl's forehead was drenched in sweat while he was clamped in place by that dry passage of Fritz.
Inserting his finger into Fritz's female garden, Fritz grunted out a pain-filled groan.
"Yes. My entire body hurts so much it feels like it might fall apart..." the tremor in his voice as he admitted such a humiliating fact, made Karl think he would start crying again at first. But, unexpectedly, he did not shed a tear, instead all he did was snuggle closer to Karl's body and shivered.
Nervous by how hard of a time he had parting from everyone, once he managed it, Karl too the fastest route and ran back. It wasn't just about whether Fritz could survive the night until the next morning, it was also about whether he was also found by other hooligans during that time, making his situation was very dangerous.
"Fritz. Fritz!"
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
Karl jumped in fright, responding to Kaine in a flurry: "Oh! My bad, man, I just never expected somebody like this to exist in this world. I couldn't stop myself from finding it strange, you know?"
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
"Are you cold? Let's go home." Karl held Fritz tightly in his embrace, picked up all the pieces of torn clothes scattered on the ground then wrapped Fritz's bare body haphazardly.
Because that place was already ravaged without end and stained with blood, the white fluid which had yet to dry up slowly flowed out from those exceedingly red and bruised petals. As his finger entered deeper, he noticed the sweat seeping from Fritz's forehead along with the painful creasing of his brows. Karl couldn't bear it, and so hesitantly inserted his finger into Fritz's ⓐnus again.
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
iana: sorry for the long wait. Anyway, here's a random manga recommendation. It kept popping in my head because of this story and it tugs at your heartstrings really good. It's called Not Equal by Ike Reibun, mangadex link here.
N/A
Although he had no experience of this kind, he did hear about the way to do it with men from some of the guys who bought male prostitutes in their organisation. Thus, using his tongue to lick his fingers, he, with some difficulty, inserted his fingers into Fritz's tightly sealed rear bud. Fritz gasped, puffs of air passing his lips, but unlike the prior insertion, there seemed to be no signs of pain in his expression, and he also let out some moans.
"Ah!" Fritz cried out with a screech. Although, at fourteen, Karl's member was not that big, that hard and hot thing of his was inserted in such an extremely narrow place in one quick breath. So in addition to the sweating on account of the pain he was feeling, Fritz's body also locked itself stiff.
"..." Karl didn't know what to say. All he could do was silently hold Fritz tightly in his chest while dropping kisses on the other man's cold face, thinking that by doing this the other man should understand his intent.
"No... I can't let... her... know..." Fritz timidly avoided Karl's gaze, but Karl of course knew the "her" in question referred to his own mother. A surge of tenderness filled Karl's heart, his hold on Fritz gently growing tighter, his lips lightly touching Fritz's cheek in a kiss, as he said: "I promise you, I'll be the only one in this world who knows about your secret." Then after thinking that was uncomfortable, he added, "I'm to mean say among the living."
"Holy sh... I can't believe it! Karl, are you actually into this sort of thing? Hahaha!"
Karl had never once called Fritz "father", and at current, given the inappropriate physical relationship they just had, he could not do so all the more. Patting Fritz's face gently, once Fritz's eyes slowing opened to see the face clearly before his own was Karl's, his entire body immediately trembled.
"Holy sh... I can't believe it! Karl, are you actually into this sort of thing? Hahaha!"
"No... I can't let... her... know..." Fritz timidly avoided Karl's gaze, but Karl of course knew the "her" in question referred to his own mother. A surge of tenderness filled Karl's heart, his hold on Fritz gently growing tighter, his lips lightly touching Fritz's cheek in a kiss, as he said: "I promise you, I'll be the only one in this world who knows about your secret." Then after thinking that was uncomfortable, he added, "I'm to mean say among the living."
To the group of teenaged gangsters who gathered and turned to leave without saying a word, Karl asked: "What are we going to do with him?" Resulting in him being laughed at by Kaine before that guy boldly declared: "Just toss him over there! If he survives until morning it'd be his fortune, but if he does, it'd be what he deserves!"
Hesitantly, Karl slowly pushed his fingers into Fritz's ⓐnus. At first it appeared as cold and delicate, much like a little pearl. But due to him clearly realising his bare form was exposed before a relative, he was extremely humiliated and ashamed. Fritz's body trembled, his tremors passing from his pale white skin too the tips of Karl's fingers. This poor little injured animal appearance of his made Karl's heart unable to stop itself from swelling with a sliver of pain, a kind of aching which was deeply rooted in blood.
Karl pretended he hadn't heard Das' mocking remarks, instead pushing two fingers into Fritz's back hole, despite that place still being tight... Afterwards, three were inserted... then there were four. But even though throughout this opening process Fritz has always displayed discomfort and pain, and the degree to which he opened was just enough for Karl to insert the tips of his fingers; afraid the others might notice his strange actions and look into Fritz's true identity, Karl had no choice but to be ruthless. Smearing saliva all over his own meat stick, he used both hands to spread open Fritz's buttocks, then rammed himself right in.
Having no other alternative, Karl braced himself, pulling his blade-like member from within Fritz's narrow passage to again thrust it in fiercely in a single breath, continuing to do so a few times until he felt lubrication become much better, while Fritz during this released sobbing moans. As he kept plunging himself into and out of the man below him, Karl noticed his member was completely soaked with Fritz's blood.
Karl jumped in fright, responding to Kaine in a flurry: "Oh! My bad, man, I just never expected somebody like this to exist in this world. I couldn't stop myself from finding it strange, you know?"
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
"Are you cold? Let's go home." Karl held Fritz tightly in his embrace, picked up all the pieces of torn clothes scattered on the ground then wrapped Fritz's bare body haphazardly.
"What!" Karl cried out in shock. He was just as shocked as he was when finding out his father was a hermaphrodite!
A primary school graduate is the highest level of education which the folks in that place could attain.
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
"Ah!" Fritz cried out with a screech. Although, at fourteen, Karl's member was not that big, that hard and hot thing of his was inserted in such an extremely narrow place in one quick breath. So in addition to the sweating on account of the pain he was feeling, Fritz's body also locked itself stiff.
Seriously! That kind of a joke wouldn't be funny at all!
N/A
Looking at mess scattered on the ground, Karl lifted the ice-cold body of Fritz into his arms while gathering the pieces of clothes seeming to have been torn the least to wrap the other man's wounded and battered body.
"Nice, looks like it's my turn now!" Tired of waiting, another boy pulled Karl off, flipped over the bent on his stomach Fritz, then pulled his legs wide open before directly shoving his long hardened member into Fritz's red, swollen and bleeding hole.
"That guy looks as if he has a cold personality, huh... No matter where you do it from, front or back, you can't get any reaction out of him at all..."
"Does it hurt?" It appeared as though, overnight, Karl was no longer ignorant teenager that he once was. The tenderness filling his voice as he now whispered he, himself, couldn't say where it came from.
"No... I can't... If you hold me, I'll feel a lot better... hold a little tighter... okay..." Fritz vaguely felt Karl's hold tighten. And for Karl, being needed by the other made his youthful chest suddenly grow stronger. "Be good and go to sleep then, I'll keep holding you. I won't let you go..."
Karl could only use his eyes to console the teary-eyed Fritz staring at him as he moved to grip the other man's smooth and slender waist then began to thrust lightly. Without enough lubrication, these attempts at moving were truly quite terrible. Let alone Fritz's beautiful face which was in such pain it had contorted, even Karl's forehead was drenched in sweat while he was clamped in place by that dry passage of Fritz.
Karl didn't hear Kaine's comment since he was already letting out a loud grunt while reaching his climax inside Fritz. Exhausted, Karl pressed his weight against Fritz's back, feeling the other man's violent trembles under him as he now sobbed.
Having no other alternative, Karl braced himself, pulling his blade-like member from within Fritz's narrow passage to again thrust it in fiercely in a single breath, continuing to do so a few times until he felt lubrication become much better, while Fritz during this released sobbing moans. As he kept plunging himself into and out of the man below him, Karl noticed his member was completely soaked with Fritz's blood.
"No... I can't let... her... know..." Fritz timidly avoided Karl's gaze, but Karl of course knew the "her" in question referred to his own mother. A surge of tenderness filled Karl's heart, his hold on Fritz gently growing tighter, his lips lightly touching Fritz's cheek in a kiss, as he said: "I promise you, I'll be the only one in this world who knows about your secret." Then after thinking that was uncomfortable, he added, "I'm to mean say among the living."
"No... I can't let... her... know..." Fritz timidly avoided Karl's gaze, but Karl of course knew the "her" in question referred to his own mother. A surge of tenderness filled Karl's heart, his hold on Fritz gently growing tighter, his lips lightly touching Fritz's cheek in a kiss, as he said: "I promise you, I'll be the only one in this world who knows about your secret." Then after thinking that was uncomfortable, he added, "I'm to mean say among the living."
However, Karl had no idea how to comfort Fritz at all, so all he could do was wipe the other man's tears clumsily. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to let them find out your true identity earlier... In fact, I never wanted to do... that with you." Holding Fritz's face securely, Karl said those words. After finding out about the secret of the other man's body, for some unknown reason, Karl suddenly cared about how he appeared in the other's eyes. He did not want at all for this "he" and "she" father of his to mistake his true intentions.
Karl had never once called Fritz "father", and at current, given the inappropriate physical relationship they just had, he could not do so all the more. Patting Fritz's face gently, once Fritz's eyes slowing opened to see the face clearly before his own was Karl's, his entire body immediately trembled.
"Holy sh... I can't believe it! Karl, are you actually into this sort of thing? Hahaha!"
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
"No... I can't let... her... know..." Fritz timidly avoided Karl's gaze, but Karl of course knew the "her" in question referred to his own mother. A surge of tenderness filled Karl's heart, his hold on Fritz gently growing tighter, his lips lightly touching Fritz's cheek in a kiss, as he said: "I promise you, I'll be the only one in this world who knows about your secret." Then after thinking that was uncomfortable, he added, "I'm to mean say among the living."
Gradually, Karl became more excited, ignoring everything around him as he rammed himself into Fritz's burning hot hole. The feeling he got from his dick being swallowed so deeply put his sent his mind in a daze. Unable to stop himself from holding Fritz's waist with a firm grip, Fritz's bare legs were now spread wide, each dangling beside his own waist, while the other man's round hips were held high to withstand the fierce pounding. As he laid there on the ground, Fritz panted in pain while his pale skin was stiff and taunt, seeming to gain no pleasure by the forceful penetration of his secret hole.
Karl could only use his eyes to console the teary-eyed Fritz staring at him as he moved to grip the other man's smooth and slender waist then began to thrust lightly. Without enough lubrication, these attempts at moving were truly quite terrible. Let alone Fritz's beautiful face which was in such pain it had contorted, even Karl's forehead was drenched in sweat while he was clamped in place by that dry passage of Fritz.
Although he had no experience of this kind, he did hear about the way to do it with men from some of the guys who bought male prostitutes in their organisation. Thus, using his tongue to lick his fingers, he, with some difficulty, inserted his fingers into Fritz's tightly sealed rear bud. Fritz gasped, puffs of air passing his lips, but unlike the prior insertion, there seemed to be no signs of pain in his expression, and he also let out some moans.
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
Because that place was already ravaged without end and stained with blood, the white fluid which had yet to dry up slowly flowed out from those exceedingly red and bruised petals. As his finger entered deeper, he noticed the sweat seeping from Fritz's forehead along with the painful creasing of his brows. Karl couldn't bear it, and so hesitantly inserted his finger into Fritz's ⓐnus again.
Karl could only use his eyes to console the teary-eyed Fritz staring at him as he moved to grip the other man's smooth and slender waist then began to thrust lightly. Without enough lubrication, these attempts at moving were truly quite terrible. Let alone Fritz's beautiful face which was in such pain it had contorted, even Karl's forehead was drenched in sweat while he was clamped in place by that dry passage of Fritz.
"That guy looks as if he has a cold personality, huh... No matter where you do it from, front or back, you can't get any reaction out of him at all..."
Karl jumped in fright, responding to Kaine in a flurry: "Oh! My bad, man, I just never expected somebody like this to exist in this world. I couldn't stop myself from finding it strange, you know?"
However, Karl was unable to stop himself from asking: "Fritz, why did you go out in the middle of the night?" Usually, he would only go out to sweep the floors at the break of dawn or at dusk. So why did you go out today? Resulting in you being unlucky enough to get gang-rⓐped by others.
To the group of teenaged gangsters who gathered and turned to leave without saying a word, Karl asked: "What are we going to do with him?" Resulting in him being laughed at by Kaine before that guy boldly declared: "Just toss him over there! If he survives until morning it'd be his fortune, but if he does, it'd be what he deserves!"
Karl didn't hear Kaine's comment since he was already letting out a loud grunt while reaching his climax inside Fritz. Exhausted, Karl pressed his weight against Fritz's back, feeling the other man's violent trembles under him as he now sobbed.
After being gang-rⓐped like that to again have your naked body left out in the dead of night on the ice-cold ground to be blown on by the wind, even if you managed to endure it until the next morning without dying, both of your legs would surely be paralysed. Even more so for someone like Fritz whose body was never that strong from the start.
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
Fortunately, god had no intention to make a person suffer that many hardships.
Karl had never once called Fritz "father", and at current, given the inappropriate physical relationship they just had, he could not do so all the more. Patting Fritz's face gently, once Fritz's eyes slowing opened to see the face clearly before his own was Karl's, his entire body immediately trembled.
"I... I wanted to find an old schoolmate."
"Nice, looks like it's my turn now!" Tired of waiting, another boy pulled Karl off, flipped over the bent on his stomach Fritz, then pulled his legs wide open before directly shoving his long hardened member into Fritz's red, swollen and bleeding hole.
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
"That guy looks as if he has a cold personality, huh... No matter where you do it from, front or back, you can't get any reaction out of him at all..."
Having no other alternative, Karl braced himself, pulling his blade-like member from within Fritz's narrow passage to again thrust it in fiercely in a single breath, continuing to do so a few times until he felt lubrication become much better, while Fritz during this released sobbing moans. As he kept plunging himself into and out of the man below him, Karl noticed his member was completely soaked with Fritz's blood.
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
Pulling out his finger, Karl turned his attention towards Fritz's tightly shut mounds. Flipping him over, and surprised to see those snowy-white cheeky mounds were rather abundant, where between them lay the pale blue crease of a tightly shut chrysanthemum.
"Nice, looks like it's my turn now!" Tired of waiting, another boy pulled Karl off, flipped over the bent on his stomach Fritz, then pulled his legs wide open before directly shoving his long hardened member into Fritz's red, swollen and bleeding hole.
Karl pretended he hadn't heard Das' mocking remarks, instead pushing two fingers into Fritz's back hole, despite that place still being tight... Afterwards, three were inserted... then there were four. But even though throughout this opening process Fritz has always displayed discomfort and pain, and the degree to which he opened was just enough for Karl to insert the tips of his fingers; afraid the others might notice his strange actions and look into Fritz's true identity, Karl had no choice but to be ruthless. Smearing saliva all over his own meat stick, he used both hands to spread open Fritz's buttocks, then rammed himself right in.
...
"Don't cry... Fritz... Please don't cry..."
iana: sorry for the long wait. Anyway, here's a random manga recommendation. It kept popping in my head because of this story and it tugs at your heartstrings really good. It's called Not Equal by Ike Reibun, mangadex link here.
To the group of teenaged gangsters who gathered and turned to leave without saying a word, Karl asked: "What are we going to do with him?" Resulting in him being laughed at by Kaine before that guy boldly declared: "Just toss him over there! If he survives until morning it'd be his fortune, but if he does, it'd be what he deserves!"
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
"Does it hurt?" It appeared as though, overnight, Karl was no longer ignorant teenager that he once was. The tenderness filling his voice as he now whispered he, himself, couldn't say where it came from.
However, Karl had no idea how to comfort Fritz at all, so all he could do was wipe the other man's tears clumsily. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to let them find out your true identity earlier... In fact, I never wanted to do... that with you." Holding Fritz's face securely, Karl said those words. After finding out about the secret of the other man's body, for some unknown reason, Karl suddenly cared about how he appeared in the other's eyes. He did not want at all for this "he" and "she" father of his to mistake his true intentions.
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
Karl didn't hear Kaine's comment since he was already letting out a loud grunt while reaching his climax inside Fritz. Exhausted, Karl pressed his weight against Fritz's back, feeling the other man's violent trembles under him as he now sobbed.
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
Karl pretended he hadn't heard Das' mocking remarks, instead pushing two fingers into Fritz's back hole, despite that place still being tight... Afterwards, three were inserted... then there were four. But even though throughout this opening process Fritz has always displayed discomfort and pain, and the degree to which he opened was just enough for Karl to insert the tips of his fingers; afraid the others might notice his strange actions and look into Fritz's true identity, Karl had no choice but to be ruthless. Smearing saliva all over his own meat stick, he used both hands to spread open Fritz's buttocks, then rammed himself right in.
Anxious, Karl couldn't think of what else to do and so asked: "Fritz, do you still not want to go home?"
"Are you cold? Let's go home." Karl held Fritz tightly in his embrace, picked up all the pieces of torn clothes scattered on the ground then wrapped Fritz's bare body haphazardly.
But for a long time, Fritz said nothing. Feeling curious, just as Karl was about to ask something, in the darkness, he felt Fritz's face press closely into his chest as the other man faintly asked: "The reason you didn't want to return home... was because you didn't want to see me... right?"
"What!" Karl cried out in shock. He was just as shocked as he was when finding out his father was a hermaphrodite!
To the group of teenaged gangsters who gathered and turned to leave without saying a word, Karl asked: "What are we going to do with him?" Resulting in him being laughed at by Kaine before that guy boldly declared: "Just toss him over there! If he survives until morning it'd be his fortune, but if he does, it'd be what he deserves!"
...
So the unmoving Fritz was still in that same place with no signs of anyone else passing by in the area.
However, Karl was unable to stop himself from asking: "Fritz, why did you go out in the middle of the night?" Usually, he would only go out to sweep the floors at the break of dawn or at dusk. So why did you go out today? Resulting in you being unlucky enough to get gang-rⓐped by others.
Pulling out his finger, Karl turned his attention towards Fritz's tightly shut mounds. Flipping him over, and surprised to see those snowy-white cheeky mounds were rather abundant, where between them lay the pale blue crease of a tightly shut chrysanthemum.
"Ah!" Fritz cried out with a screech. Although, at fourteen, Karl's member was not that big, that hard and hot thing of his was inserted in such an extremely narrow place in one quick breath. So in addition to the sweating on account of the pain he was feeling, Fritz's body also locked itself stiff.
Seriously! That kind of a joke wouldn't be funny at all!
Fortunately, god had no intention to make a person suffer that many hardships.
After being gang-rⓐped like that to again have your naked body left out in the dead of night on the ice-cold ground to be blown on by the wind, even if you managed to endure it until the next morning without dying, both of your legs would surely be paralysed. Even more so for someone like Fritz whose body was never that strong from the start.
"That guy looks as if he has a cold personality, huh... No matter where you do it from, front or back, you can't get any reaction out of him at all..."
Nervous by how hard of a time he had parting from everyone, once he managed it, Karl too the fastest route and ran back. It wasn't just about whether Fritz could survive the night until the next morning, it was also about whether he was also found by other hooligans during that time, making his situation was very dangerous.
"Nice, looks like it's my turn now!" Tired of waiting, another boy pulled Karl off, flipped over the bent on his stomach Fritz, then pulled his legs wide open before directly shoving his long hardened member into Fritz's red, swollen and bleeding hole.
"That guy looks as if he has a cold personality, huh... No matter where you do it from, front or back, you can't get any reaction out of him at all..."
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
"Don't cry... Fritz... Please don't cry..."
To the group of teenaged gangsters who gathered and turned to leave without saying a word, Karl asked: "What are we going to do with him?" Resulting in him being laughed at by Kaine before that guy boldly declared: "Just toss him over there! If he survives until morning it'd be his fortune, but if he does, it'd be what he deserves!"
"Fritz. Fritz!"
After being gang-rⓐped like that to again have your naked body left out in the dead of night on the ice-cold ground to be blown on by the wind, even if you managed to endure it until the next morning without dying, both of your legs would surely be paralysed. Even more so for someone like Fritz whose body was never that strong from the start.
Fortunately, god had no intention to make a person suffer that many hardships.
"I... I wanted to find an old schoolmate."
SECOND CHAPTER: Part One
As a result, the two made their way to a church, taking refuge under an altar.
So the unmoving Fritz was still in that same place with no signs of anyone else passing by in the area.
Anxious, Karl couldn't think of what else to do and so asked: "Fritz, do you still not want to go home?"
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
"Are you cold? Let's go home." Karl held Fritz tightly in his embrace, picked up all the pieces of torn clothes scattered on the ground then wrapped Fritz's bare body haphazardly.
Karl didn't hear Kaine's comment since he was already letting out a loud grunt while reaching his climax inside Fritz. Exhausted, Karl pressed his weight against Fritz's back, feeling the other man's violent trembles under him as he now sobbed.
Gradually, Karl became more excited, ignoring everything around him as he rammed himself into Fritz's burning hot hole. The feeling he got from his dick being swallowed so deeply put his sent his mind in a daze. Unable to stop himself from holding Fritz's waist with a firm grip, Fritz's bare legs were now spread wide, each dangling beside his own waist, while the other man's round hips were held high to withstand the fierce pounding. As he laid there on the ground, Fritz panted in pain while his pale skin was stiff and taunt, seeming to gain no pleasure by the forceful penetration of his secret hole.
In those days, people who could afford to go to college would never have their family live in squalor. Furthermore, one with a college degree would not have a hard time finding a job. Since you studied at a university, why run to this slum which only churns out gangsters and prostitutes to be a pauper? Thinking this, Karl really began suspecting there was something wrong with Fritz's IQ. With a twitch of his lips, he then asked the man before him: "Hey, you better not tell me you actually came here because you fell for that fat pig-like old lady of mine. You not, right?"
"No... I can't... If you hold me, I'll feel a lot better... hold a little tighter... okay..." Fritz vaguely felt Karl's hold tighten. And for Karl, being needed by the other made his youthful chest suddenly grow stronger. "Be good and go to sleep then, I'll keep holding you. I won't let you go..."
Looking at mess scattered on the ground, Karl lifted the ice-cold body of Fritz into his arms while gathering the pieces of clothes seeming to have been torn the least to wrap the other man's wounded and battered body.
Hesitantly, Karl slowly pushed his fingers into Fritz's ⓐnus. At first it appeared as cold and delicate, much like a little pearl. But due to him clearly realising his bare form was exposed before a relative, he was extremely humiliated and ashamed. Fritz's body trembled, his tremors passing from his pale white skin too the tips of Karl's fingers. This poor little injured animal appearance of his made Karl's heart unable to stop itself from swelling with a sliver of pain, a kind of aching which was deeply rooted in blood.
"Fritz. Fritz!"
Karl could only use his eyes to console the teary-eyed Fritz staring at him as he moved to grip the other man's smooth and slender waist then began to thrust lightly. Without enough lubrication, these attempts at moving were truly quite terrible. Let alone Fritz's beautiful face which was in such pain it had contorted, even Karl's forehead was drenched in sweat while he was clamped in place by that dry passage of Fritz.
"..." Karl didn't know what to say. All he could do was silently hold Fritz tightly in his chest while dropping kisses on the other man's cold face, thinking that by doing this the other man should understand his intent.
Although he had no experience of this kind, he did hear about the way to do it with men from some of the guys who bought male prostitutes in their organisation. Thus, using his tongue to lick his fingers, he, with some difficulty, inserted his fingers into Fritz's tightly sealed rear bud. Fritz gasped, puffs of air passing his lips, but unlike the prior insertion, there seemed to be no signs of pain in his expression, and he also let out some moans.
As a result, the two made their way to a church, taking refuge under an altar.
Because that place was already ravaged without end and stained with blood, the white fluid which had yet to dry up slowly flowed out from those exceedingly red and bruised petals. As his finger entered deeper, he noticed the sweat seeping from Fritz's forehead along with the painful creasing of his brows. Karl couldn't bear it, and so hesitantly inserted his finger into Fritz's ⓐnus again.
"Fritz. Fritz!"
"Fritz. Fritz!"
"That guy looks as if he has a cold personality, huh... No matter where you do it from, front or back, you can't get any reaction out of him at all..."
"No... I can't... If you hold me, I'll feel a lot better... hold a little tighter... okay..." Fritz vaguely felt Karl's hold tighten. And for Karl, being needed by the other made his youthful chest suddenly grow stronger. "Be good and go to sleep then, I'll keep holding you. I won't let you go..."
Karl had never once called Fritz "father", and at current, given the inappropriate physical relationship they just had, he could not do so all the more. Patting Fritz's face gently, once Fritz's eyes slowing opened to see the face clearly before his own was Karl's, his entire body immediately trembled.
"What? You read books?" Karl was quite surprised. In those slums, nine out of ten of the men and women there did not know how to read, and at best only knew a few words. So he never expected for Fritz, whom he had never witnessed even holding a pen prior, to have attended school. "Then... what grade did you get to in primary school?"
Karl had never once called Fritz "father", and at current, given the inappropriate physical relationship they just had, he could not do so all the more. Patting Fritz's face gently, once Fritz's eyes slowing opened to see the face clearly before his own was Karl's, his entire body immediately trembled.
SECOND CHAPTER: Part One
"No... I can't let... her... know..." Fritz timidly avoided Karl's gaze, but Karl of course knew the "her" in question referred to his own mother. A surge of tenderness filled Karl's heart, his hold on Fritz gently growing tighter, his lips lightly touching Fritz's cheek in a kiss, as he said: "I promise you, I'll be the only one in this world who knows about your secret." Then after thinking that was uncomfortable, he added, "I'm to mean say among the living."
"Nice, looks like it's my turn now!" Tired of waiting, another boy pulled Karl off, flipped over the bent on his stomach Fritz, then pulled his legs wide open before directly shoving his long hardened member into Fritz's red, swollen and bleeding hole.
"Then... then why the hell did you come here to live? Why did you marry a bitch like my mother? ——are you fucking insane! ——why the hell did let me suffer and be poor my entire life!"
So the unmoving Fritz was still in that same place with no signs of anyone else passing by in the area.
The tears left his eyes, trickling over his cheeks, falling onto Karl's thigh, drip by drip.
Looking at mess scattered on the ground, Karl lifted the ice-cold body of Fritz into his arms while gathering the pieces of clothes seeming to have been torn the least to wrap the other man's wounded and battered body.
"Don't cry... Fritz... Please don't cry..."
Fritz no longer said a word after this, seeming much too tired and weak. In the dark silence, Karl heard the rapid broken pants leaving Fritz. So pressing his hand against the other's forehead, that place scalding hot. Fritz had a fever.
Hesitantly, Karl slowly pushed his fingers into Fritz's ⓐnus. At first it appeared as cold and delicate, much like a little pearl. But due to him clearly realising his bare form was exposed before a relative, he was extremely humiliated and ashamed. Fritz's body trembled, his tremors passing from his pale white skin too the tips of Karl's fingers. This poor little injured animal appearance of his made Karl's heart unable to stop itself from swelling with a sliver of pain, a kind of aching which was deeply rooted in blood.
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
"Holy sh... I can't believe it! Karl, are you actually into this sort of thing? Hahaha!"
Seriously! That kind of a joke wouldn't be funny at all!
A primary school graduate is the highest level of education which the folks in that place could attain.
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
However, Karl had no idea how to comfort Fritz at all, so all he could do was wipe the other man's tears clumsily. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to let them find out your true identity earlier... In fact, I never wanted to do... that with you." Holding Fritz's face securely, Karl said those words. After finding out about the secret of the other man's body, for some unknown reason, Karl suddenly cared about how he appeared in the other's eyes. He did not want at all for this "he" and "she" father of his to mistake his true intentions.
However, Karl had no idea how to comfort Fritz at all, so all he could do was wipe the other man's tears clumsily. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to let them find out your true identity earlier... In fact, I never wanted to do... that with you." Holding Fritz's face securely, Karl said those words. After finding out about the secret of the other man's body, for some unknown reason, Karl suddenly cared about how he appeared in the other's eyes. He did not want at all for this "he" and "she" father of his to mistake his true intentions.
"I understand." Fritz's voice was hoarse. Karl then moved to gently wiped the blood staining the corners of Fritz's mouth, at his actin, Fritz sucked in a breath.
Inserting his finger into Fritz's female garden, Fritz grunted out a pain-filled groan.
Despite him usually loathing that weak and incompetent father of his, on this night, Karl found out the truth. He now knew the father he always harshly judged and demanded to show masculinity, was in fact not a completely a man at all. He was weak, lonely, and wretchedly clinging onto his own fragmented pain; causing a kind of tenderness and affection to suddenly find its way surging within Karl's heart. ...I must protect you.
So the unmoving Fritz was still in that same place with no signs of anyone else passing by in the area.
"Are you still cold? I usually sleep here on nights when I don't want to go home." Karl adjusted Fritz's body to allow the other man to feel more comfortable while lying in his arms.
"Then... then why the hell did you come here to live? Why did you marry a bitch like my mother? ——are you fucking insane! ——why the hell did let me suffer and be poor my entire life!"
"Does it hurt?" It appeared as though, overnight, Karl was no longer ignorant teenager that he once was. The tenderness filling his voice as he now whispered he, himself, couldn't say where it came from.
Because that place was already ravaged without end and stained with blood, the white fluid which had yet to dry up slowly flowed out from those exceedingly red and bruised petals. As his finger entered deeper, he noticed the sweat seeping from Fritz's forehead along with the painful creasing of his brows. Karl couldn't bear it, and so hesitantly inserted his finger into Fritz's ⓐnus again.
"Yes. My entire body hurts so much it feels like it might fall apart..." the tremor in his voice as he admitted such a humiliating fact, made Karl think he would start crying again at first. But, unexpectedly, he did not shed a tear, instead all he did was snuggle closer to Karl's body and shivered.
"Holy sh... I can't believe it! Karl, are you actually into this sort of thing? Hahaha!"
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
"Yes. My entire body hurts so much it feels like it might fall apart..." the tremor in his voice as he admitted such a humiliating fact, made Karl think he would start crying again at first. But, unexpectedly, he did not shed a tear, instead all he did was snuggle closer to Karl's body and shivered.
"Are you cold? Let's go home." Karl held Fritz tightly in his embrace, picked up all the pieces of torn clothes scattered on the ground then wrapped Fritz's bare body haphazardly.
But for a long time, Fritz said nothing. Feeling curious, just as Karl was about to ask something, in the darkness, he felt Fritz's face press closely into his chest as the other man faintly asked: "The reason you didn't want to return home... was because you didn't want to see me... right?"
"No... I can't let... her... know..." Fritz timidly avoided Karl's gaze, but Karl of course knew the "her" in question referred to his own mother. A surge of tenderness filled Karl's heart, his hold on Fritz gently growing tighter, his lips lightly touching Fritz's cheek in a kiss, as he said: "I promise you, I'll be the only one in this world who knows about your secret." Then after thinking that was uncomfortable, he added, "I'm to mean say among the living."
Fortunately, god had no intention to make a person suffer that many hardships.
As a result, the two made their way to a church, taking refuge under an altar.
"What!" Karl cried out in shock. He was just as shocked as he was when finding out his father was a hermaphrodite!
"Are you still cold? I usually sleep here on nights when I don't want to go home." Karl adjusted Fritz's body to allow the other man to feel more comfortable while lying in his arms.
"Are you cold? Let's go home." Karl held Fritz tightly in his embrace, picked up all the pieces of torn clothes scattered on the ground then wrapped Fritz's bare body haphazardly.
But for a long time, Fritz said nothing. Feeling curious, just as Karl was about to ask something, in the darkness, he felt Fritz's face press closely into his chest as the other man faintly asked: "The reason you didn't want to return home... was because you didn't want to see me... right?"
A primary school graduate is the highest level of education which the folks in that place could attain.
"What? You read books?" Karl was quite surprised. In those slums, nine out of ten of the men and women there did not know how to read, and at best only knew a few words. So he never expected for Fritz, whom he had never witnessed even holding a pen prior, to have attended school. "Then... what grade did you get to in primary school?"
Hesitantly, Karl slowly pushed his fingers into Fritz's ⓐnus. At first it appeared as cold and delicate, much like a little pearl. But due to him clearly realising his bare form was exposed before a relative, he was extremely humiliated and ashamed. Fritz's body trembled, his tremors passing from his pale white skin too the tips of Karl's fingers. This poor little injured animal appearance of his made Karl's heart unable to stop itself from swelling with a sliver of pain, a kind of aching which was deeply rooted in blood.
"..." Karl didn't know what to say. All he could do was silently hold Fritz tightly in his chest while dropping kisses on the other man's cold face, thinking that by doing this the other man should understand his intent.
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Fritz no longer said a word after this, seeming much too tired and weak. In the dark silence, Karl heard the rapid broken pants leaving Fritz. So pressing his hand against the other's forehead, that place scalding hot. Fritz had a fever.
Despite the night casting them in total darkness and nothing could be seen, Karl still had the feeling Fritz was currently smiling sweetly in his chest. "You silly boy... I'll tell you directly. In the past, I was a top student who graduated from XX University."
Fortunately, god had no intention to make a person suffer that many hardships.
Karl pretended he hadn't heard Das' mocking remarks, instead pushing two fingers into Fritz's back hole, despite that place still being tight... Afterwards, three were inserted... then there were four. But even though throughout this opening process Fritz has always displayed discomfort and pain, and the degree to which he opened was just enough for Karl to insert the tips of his fingers; afraid the others might notice his strange actions and look into Fritz's true identity, Karl had no choice but to be ruthless. Smearing saliva all over his own meat stick, he used both hands to spread open Fritz's buttocks, then rammed himself right in.
"Fritz. Fritz!"
iana: sorry for the long wait. Anyway, here's a random manga recommendation. It kept popping in my head because of this story and it tugs at your heartstrings really good. It's called Not Equal by Ike Reibun, mangadex link here.
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
"Yes. My entire body hurts so much it feels like it might fall apart..." the tremor in his voice as he admitted such a humiliating fact, made Karl think he would start crying again at first. But, unexpectedly, he did not shed a tear, instead all he did was snuggle closer to Karl's body and shivered.
Anxious, Karl couldn't think of what else to do and so asked: "Fritz, do you still not want to go home?"
Gradually, Karl became more excited, ignoring everything around him as he rammed himself into Fritz's burning hot hole. The feeling he got from his dick being swallowed so deeply put his sent his mind in a daze. Unable to stop himself from holding Fritz's waist with a firm grip, Fritz's bare legs were now spread wide, each dangling beside his own waist, while the other man's round hips were held high to withstand the fierce pounding. As he laid there on the ground, Fritz panted in pain while his pale skin was stiff and taunt, seeming to gain no pleasure by the forceful penetration of his secret hole.
"..." Karl didn't know what to say. All he could do was silently hold Fritz tightly in his chest while dropping kisses on the other man's cold face, thinking that by doing this the other man should understand his intent.
Fortunately, god had no intention to make a person suffer that many hardships.
"..." Karl didn't know what to say. All he could do was silently hold Fritz tightly in his chest while dropping kisses on the other man's cold face, thinking that by doing this the other man should understand his intent.
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
Looking at mess scattered on the ground, Karl lifted the ice-cold body of Fritz into his arms while gathering the pieces of clothes seeming to have been torn the least to wrap the other man's wounded and battered body.
Fritz no longer said a word after this, seeming much too tired and weak. In the dark silence, Karl heard the rapid broken pants leaving Fritz. So pressing his hand against the other's forehead, that place scalding hot. Fritz had a fever.
"No... I can't... If you hold me, I'll feel a lot better... hold a little tighter... okay..." Fritz vaguely felt Karl's hold tighten. And for Karl, being needed by the other made his youthful chest suddenly grow stronger. "Be good and go to sleep then, I'll keep holding you. I won't let you go..."
However, Karl was unable to stop himself from asking: "Fritz, why did you go out in the middle of the night?" Usually, he would only go out to sweep the floors at the break of dawn or at dusk. So why did you go out today? Resulting in you being unlucky enough to get gang-rⓐped by others.
Karl didn't hear Kaine's comment since he was already letting out a loud grunt while reaching his climax inside Fritz. Exhausted, Karl pressed his weight against Fritz's back, feeling the other man's violent trembles under him as he now sobbed.
After this, neither of the two spoke another word. Their skin were stuck against the each other's tightly, making it seem as though both their heat and heartbeats were now one, making it quite clear there was no longer any need for words.
After this, neither of the two spoke another word. Their skin were stuck against the each other's tightly, making it seem as though both their heat and heartbeats were now one, making it quite clear there was no longer any need for words.
To the group of teenaged gangsters who gathered and turned to leave without saying a word, Karl asked: "What are we going to do with him?" Resulting in him being laughed at by Kaine before that guy boldly declared: "Just toss him over there! If he survives until morning it'd be his fortune, but if he does, it'd be what he deserves!"
"Does it hurt?" It appeared as though, overnight, Karl was no longer ignorant teenager that he once was. The tenderness filling his voice as he now whispered he, himself, couldn't say where it came from.
"..." Karl didn't know what to say. All he could do was silently hold Fritz tightly in his chest while dropping kisses on the other man's cold face, thinking that by doing this the other man should understand his intent.
"Then... then why the hell did you come here to live? Why did you marry a bitch like my mother? ——are you fucking insane! ——why the hell did let me suffer and be poor my entire life!"
Karl could only use his eyes to console the teary-eyed Fritz staring at him as he moved to grip the other man's smooth and slender waist then began to thrust lightly. Without enough lubrication, these attempts at moving were truly quite terrible. Let alone Fritz's beautiful face which was in such pain it had contorted, even Karl's forehead was drenched in sweat while he was clamped in place by that dry passage of Fritz.
However, Karl was unable to stop himself from asking: "Fritz, why did you go out in the middle of the night?" Usually, he would only go out to sweep the floors at the break of dawn or at dusk. So why did you go out today? Resulting in you being unlucky enough to get gang-rⓐped by others.
Despite him usually loathing that weak and incompetent father of his, on this night, Karl found out the truth. He now knew the father he always harshly judged and demanded to show masculinity, was in fact not a completely a man at all. He was weak, lonely, and wretchedly clinging onto his own fragmented pain; causing a kind of tenderness and affection to suddenly find its way surging within Karl's heart. ...I must protect you.
However, Karl had no idea how to comfort Fritz at all, so all he could do was wipe the other man's tears clumsily. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to let them find out your true identity earlier... In fact, I never wanted to do... that with you." Holding Fritz's face securely, Karl said those words. After finding out about the secret of the other man's body, for some unknown reason, Karl suddenly cared about how he appeared in the other's eyes. He did not want at all for this "he" and "she" father of his to mistake his true intentions.
Because that place was already ravaged without end and stained with blood, the white fluid which had yet to dry up slowly flowed out from those exceedingly red and bruised petals. As his finger entered deeper, he noticed the sweat seeping from Fritz's forehead along with the painful creasing of his brows. Karl couldn't bear it, and so hesitantly inserted his finger into Fritz's ⓐnus again.
As a result, the two made their way to a church, taking refuge under an altar.
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
"I... I wanted to find an old schoolmate."
Fritz, sobbing, screamed out painfully, weakly writhing his body in a feeble attempt to resist the scorching hot weapon that made it hard for him to bear. But, sadly, all that inconsiderate boy did was savagely beat him in the face. Blood now ran from the corner of Fritz's lips, as all he could do now was again collapse under the youth's dark form. His legs were then lifted high, his insides ruthlessly impaled as his near paralysed fingers could only weakly grasp at the frozen hard ground pointlessly to quell his pain, a mix of semen and blood flowing down his buttocks and thigh.
Despite him usually loathing that weak and incompetent father of his, on this night, Karl found out the truth. He now knew the father he always harshly judged and demanded to show masculinity, was in fact not a completely a man at all. He was weak, lonely, and wretchedly clinging onto his own fragmented pain; causing a kind of tenderness and affection to suddenly find its way surging within Karl's heart. ...I must protect you.
After being gang-rⓐped like that to again have your naked body left out in the dead of night on the ice-cold ground to be blown on by the wind, even if you managed to endure it until the next morning without dying, both of your legs would surely be paralysed. Even more so for someone like Fritz whose body was never that strong from the start.
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
...
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
"..." Karl didn't know what to say. All he could do was silently hold Fritz tightly in his chest while dropping kisses on the other man's cold face, thinking that by doing this the other man should understand his intent.
"What? You read books?" Karl was quite surprised. In those slums, nine out of ten of the men and women there did not know how to read, and at best only knew a few words. So he never expected for Fritz, whom he had never witnessed even holding a pen prior, to have attended school. "Then... what grade did you get to in primary school?"
As a result, the two made their way to a church, taking refuge under an altar.
In those days, people who could afford to go to college would never have their family live in squalor. Furthermore, one with a college degree would not have a hard time finding a job. Since you studied at a university, why run to this slum which only churns out gangsters and prostitutes to be a pauper? Thinking this, Karl really began suspecting there was something wrong with Fritz's IQ. With a twitch of his lips, he then asked the man before him: "Hey, you better not tell me you actually came here because you fell for that fat pig-like old lady of mine. You not, right?"
However, Karl had no idea how to comfort Fritz at all, so all he could do was wipe the other man's tears clumsily. "I'm sorry, but I didn't want to let them find out your true identity earlier... In fact, I never wanted to do... that with you." Holding Fritz's face securely, Karl said those words. After finding out about the secret of the other man's body, for some unknown reason, Karl suddenly cared about how he appeared in the other's eyes. He did not want at all for this "he" and "she" father of his to mistake his true intentions.
Nervous by how hard of a time he had parting from everyone, once he managed it, Karl too the fastest route and ran back. It wasn't just about whether Fritz could survive the night until the next morning, it was also about whether he was also found by other hooligans during that time, making his situation was very dangerous.
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
So the unmoving Fritz was still in that same place with no signs of anyone else passing by in the area.
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
A primary school graduate is the highest level of education which the folks in that place could attain.
"What? You read books?" Karl was quite surprised. In those slums, nine out of ten of the men and women there did not know how to read, and at best only knew a few words. So he never expected for Fritz, whom he had never witnessed even holding a pen prior, to have attended school. "Then... what grade did you get to in primary school?"
Looking at mess scattered on the ground, Karl lifted the ice-cold body of Fritz into his arms while gathering the pieces of clothes seeming to have been torn the least to wrap the other man's wounded and battered body.
When he was finally set free, Fritz was obviously already unconscious. On the ground now lay his used and broken body, seeming no different than a discarded toy. Between his legs was covered with a sticky mixture of semen as well as blood, even his face was black and blue all over, while under his lashes were heavily stained with the remnants of tears.
Despite the night casting them in total darkness and nothing could be seen, Karl still had the feeling Fritz was currently smiling sweetly in his chest. "You silly boy... I'll tell you directly. In the past, I was a top student who graduated from XX University."
The tears left his eyes, trickling over his cheeks, falling onto Karl's thigh, drip by drip.
A primary school graduate is the highest level of education which the folks in that place could attain.
So the unmoving Fritz was still in that same place with no signs of anyone else passing by in the area.
"I understand." Fritz's voice was hoarse. Karl then moved to gently wiped the blood staining the corners of Fritz's mouth, at his actin, Fritz sucked in a breath.
However, Karl was unable to stop himself from asking: "Fritz, why did you go out in the middle of the night?" Usually, he would only go out to sweep the floors at the break of dawn or at dusk. So why did you go out today? Resulting in you being unlucky enough to get gang-rⓐped by others.
"What!" Karl cried out in shock. He was just as shocked as he was when finding out his father was a hermaphrodite!
Karl didn't hear Kaine's comment since he was already letting out a loud grunt while reaching his climax inside Fritz. Exhausted, Karl pressed his weight against Fritz's back, feeling the other man's violent trembles under him as he now sobbed.
"What!" Karl cried out in shock. He was just as shocked as he was when finding out his father was a hermaphrodite!
"Are you still cold? I usually sleep here on nights when I don't want to go home." Karl adjusted Fritz's body to allow the other man to feel more comfortable while lying in his arms.
Seriously! That kind of a joke wouldn't be funny at all!
A primary school graduate is the highest level of education which the folks in that place could attain.
"Then... then why the hell did you come here to live? Why did you marry a bitch like my mother? ——are you fucking insane! ——why the hell did let me suffer and be poor my entire life!"
After this, neither of the two spoke another word. Their skin were stuck against the each other's tightly, making it seem as though both their heat and heartbeats were now one, making it quite clear there was no longer any need for words.
In those days, people who could afford to go to college would never have their family live in squalor. Furthermore, one with a college degree would not have a hard time finding a job. Since you studied at a university, why run to this slum which only churns out gangsters and prostitutes to be a pauper? Thinking this, Karl really began suspecting there was something wrong with Fritz's IQ. With a twitch of his lips, he then asked the man before him: "Hey, you better not tell me you actually came here because you fell for that fat pig-like old lady of mine. You not, right?"
"Let's go, boys. We're heading back!"
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
After this, neither of the two spoke another word. Their skin were stuck against the each other's tightly, making it seem as though both their heat and heartbeats were now one, making it quite clear there was no longer any need for words.
SECOND CHAPTER: Part One
Karl could only use his eyes to console the teary-eyed Fritz staring at him as he moved to grip the other man's smooth and slender waist then began to thrust lightly. Without enough lubrication, these attempts at moving were truly quite terrible. Let alone Fritz's beautiful face which was in such pain it had contorted, even Karl's forehead was drenched in sweat while he was clamped in place by that dry passage of Fritz.
Gradually, Karl became more excited, ignoring everything around him as he rammed himself into Fritz's burning hot hole. The feeling he got from his dick being swallowed so deeply put his sent his mind in a daze. Unable to stop himself from holding Fritz's waist with a firm grip, Fritz's bare legs were now spread wide, each dangling beside his own waist, while the other man's round hips were held high to withstand the fierce pounding. As he laid there on the ground, Fritz panted in pain while his pale skin was stiff and taunt, seeming to gain no pleasure by the forceful penetration of his secret hole.
Although he had no experience of this kind, he did hear about the way to do it with men from some of the guys who bought male prostitutes in their organisation. Thus, using his tongue to lick his fingers, he, with some difficulty, inserted his fingers into Fritz's tightly sealed rear bud. Fritz gasped, puffs of air passing his lips, but unlike the prior insertion, there seemed to be no signs of pain in his expression, and he also let out some moans.
Seriously! That kind of a joke wouldn't be funny at all!
In those days, people who could afford to go to college would never have their family live in squalor. Furthermore, one with a college degree would not have a hard time finding a job. Since you studied at a university, why run to this slum which only churns out gangsters and prostitutes to be a pauper? Thinking this, Karl really began suspecting there was something wrong with Fritz's IQ. With a twitch of his lips, he then asked the man before him: "Hey, you better not tell me you actually came here because you fell for that fat pig-like old lady of mine. You not, right?"
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Pulling out his finger, Karl turned his attention towards Fritz's tightly shut mounds. Flipping him over, and surprised to see those snowy-white cheeky mounds were rather abundant, where between them lay the pale blue crease of a tightly shut chrysanthemum.
"Don't cry... Fritz... Please don't cry..."
"Karl, what are you doing, man? Quit stalling! If you're not going to do it, let A'Jin take a turn!"
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