"I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to. "You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute." As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe who worshipped him like the idol that he was. But despite all this, Easton felt empty inside. Behind the happy smile he always wore on his face during the day, there was an excess of pain that he had to endure every night, in secret, where no one must know. Being punished for the crime his father had committed wasn't exactly what hurt him most; it was the fact that he was being punished by his childhood sweetheart, the same man he had once loved with all his heart.
View MoreEASTON March 2024—Oakdale City Throbbing. My ass was fucking throbbing and my whole body felt like it got ran over by a truck. Well, Ilay Lermontov was no different from a fucking truck. Everywhere hurt. Not just my butt hole, but my heart, and... Everywhere. Every fucking part of my body hurt. I heard the sound of shower running, and I took that as a clue that Ilay had disappeared into the bathroom after he was done using my body as his cum dumpster. I didn't know how many hours had passed because I remembered passing out after going at it for a few hours. But knowing Ilay, he must have continued drilling into me even after I passed out. Nothing ever stopped him from fucking me to his satisfaction. Fucking monster! "Hmmph!" I winched, tried reaching for my phone but I couldn't even remember where Ilay had dumped it when we got here. He still didn't want me to know the location of this place, so he always took my phone everytime he brought me here. Maybe he didn't want me
EASTON September 2009—Crestview City It had been over seven weeks since the stray had been staying with us. Dad didn't have any problem with him being a grumpy little boy; Mom loved him for being a well-put-together kid. As for me, I liked him because he was really beautiful. I had never seen a boy look so beautiful before. I secretly called him an angel, because that was how beautiful he was. His long blonde hair was always tied up in a lazy bun, and the way his nose wrinkled at the side whenever he wasn't pleased with something made him look even more beautiful than he already was. His name was Ilya Lermontov. Mom told me he was a Russian boy when I asked her why he had such a strange yet unique name. I had read a lot of things about Russians in books, and what I read about them wasn't at all pleasant. But I didn't care, Ilya was different from what the books said about them. He was quiet, but not a bad kid. Plus he was beautiful. Leaning against the banister, I watched from
EASTON July 2009—Crestview City Have you ever hated a particular time of the year so much that you wished it never comes? Well, I did. I hated summer. I hated that time of the year, and every things that usually happens in my life, and around me, during that time of the year. For a 12-year-old, and the only child of my parents, I hated that my parents always make it their responsibility to ruin every summer for me. And ever since I turned five, I had never seen summer the same again. Ever. I remembered when I was four, my parents had made it known that I would never have any siblings. I never really liked the idea of having someone else sharing my parents with me, but Mommy and Daddy must have thought I wanted siblings like my friend, Maria did. But that was wrong. I hated the idea of having someone else occupying the little space I had in my parents hearts. Everything changed the summer I turned five. My Dad had brought home a stray, not like a stray animal but a
EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again. “I can’t. I can't look at you.” The words were nothing more than a strangled sound as they left my mouth, but I was sure he heard them. A large, rough hand wrapped around my throat, choking life out of me. "It's an order, superstar. Keep your eyes on me!" I winched at that word. Whenever Ilay referred to me as a superstar, I couldn't help but wince. Despite my tireless efforts to reach my current level, I felt utterly undeserving of the title, and it left me with a lingering sense of discomfort. But then again, was it really wort
EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again. “I can’t. I can't look at you.” The words were nothing more than a strangled sound as they left my mouth, but I was sure he heard them. A large, rough hand wrapped around my throat, choking life out of me. "It's an order, superstar. Keep your eyes on me!" I winched at that word. Whenever Ilay referred to me as a superstar, I couldn't help but wince. Despite my tireless efforts to reach my current level, I felt utterly undeserving of the title, and it left me with a lingering sense of discomfort. But then again, was it really wort...
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