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Slowly blinking awake, Ben stared up at the bright light in his eyes. It was a phone flashlight.
Looming over him was the nurse who had molested him two days before. Immediately, he practically leaped up in his bed, trying to get away from the taller man. Ignoring the jolt in his still bandaged arm, he tried to jump out of the bed.
Strong hands yanked him backwards, pulling him onto his back.
"No." the nurse growled, wrapping one arm tight around Ben's throat, the other gripping his torso, already groping across his soft chest.
Ben let out an involuntary whimper, as the hand squeezed his pecs tightly. It was big enough to hold both of them. Futilely, Ben tried to reach a hand up to defend himself, only for it to be effortlessly swatted away.
Still in the dark, the man pulled him into a the hallway. Carefully, his hand never leaving Ben's chest, he led him through the cold, abandoned hospital wing. Ben tried to keep track of the route, but it was impossible to keep track of the winding hallways. Finally, they reached a large door, and into a big, mostly empty room. It seemed to be an old, unused operating room. Most of it was cleared out, except for an operating table, that looked like it had been dragged in from somewhere else. It was completely dark, save for one small light bulb in the corner.
The man almost effortlessly shoved Ben's small body onto the operating table. Immediately, he began struggling, to try to escape, but the older man just grabbed the cast around his arm, and squeezed it, tightly. Dull pain surged through his arm.
The cold, fake leather of the operating table rubbed Ben's skin. The man's hot, clammy hand held him in place, as he slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his hard, twitching dick. Immediately, the man pushed his crotch forward, until his sweaty, musky balls, and hard, engorged cock were rubbing against his face, coating it in a thick precum and sweat mixture.
After what felt like an eternity of just rubbing his dick against Ben's face, the man grabbed the shaft, and delicately pushed the tip into Ben's mouth. Suppressing the urge to vomit, Ben closed his eyes, and tried to disassociate. This was the fourth time that this was happening to him. The salty taste of precum was beginning to become familiar. He wanted to cry.
Slowly, the nurse pushed in with shallow, steady thrusts. The small dick pushed rubbed against Ben's tongue, and the top of his mouth, sending a shiver through him. That movement elicited a moan from the nurse.
Slowly, the man sped up, going faster, and faster into Ben's little mouth. He felt the older man's thick pubes rubbing against his chin, as the tip just barely rubbed the back of his throat. He felt bile rising in his throat as the dick fucked in and out, over and over again, hot sweat mixing with saliva and precum on his tongue.
"Fuck... you've got such a good mouth.... holy shit..."
Suddenly, the man stopped thrusting. He pulled his dick out of Ben's mouth, and started vigorously fisting his dick. Ben opened his mouth to let out a gasp for air, just as a thick, hot rope of cum drenched his face. Rope after rope coated him, as the man continued to thrust into his hand, covering the small boy in thick semen. Closing his eyes, Ben let out a little sob.
Taking a deep breath, Ben reached up a hand to wipe away the thick white liquid. At least it was over. He tried to breathe again.
"No." The man grabbed his hand. "I'm not done."
Still gripping his hand, the man walked beside him. He took his belt, and wrapped it around the side of the operating table. Then, he walked behind the table, and crawled onto it, on top of Ben, hiking up his hospital gown.
A dull pressure wrested on Ben's hole.
"Wh- aren't you going to get it ready first?" Ben asked frantically, remembering the last time he had been raped. How painful it had been. And the doctor had used lubricant, and stretched him out first!
The only response was the sound of spitting, and a wet squelch against his asshole.
Slowly, the cock forced it's way through the tight, squeezing rim. A scream tore through Ben, but fingers frantically shoved into his mouth, cutting him off. He could only whimper, and slobber on the digits in his mouth as the man slowly forced his dick into Ben's hole.
Each little movement sent a sharp jolt through Ben's entire body. Only the tip was inside so far, but it already felt worse than when the doctor had fucked him, by quite a lot. Another scream tore through him, muffled by the hand. Drool ran down his chin, as the cock wiggled it's way inside his tight asshole.
"Oh my god... holy fuck... you're so much tighter than my girlfriend. Holy shit!" The man moaned, as his hips did a tiny, involuntary thrust, sending another wave of pain throughout Ben's little body.
"Almost there, Ben. Oh my god... I'm going to finish before I'm all the way in. Fuck." He let out a loud moan.
The thin, long fingers pulled out of Ben's mouth, wrapping around it instead. Immediately, Ben bit down on his cheek, hard, to try and deal with the pain. Another sob tore through him, and tears ran down his face, mixing with the slobber and sweat on his face.
Ben felt skin against his ass, and looked up to see that the man was completely inside. Before he could feel any relief, the nurse started twisting his hips, rubbing himself against Ben's ass, and moving the dick around inside his hole. Biting back another sob, Ben squeezed his hands so tight he felt a trickle of blood against his fingers.
"Fuck... oh my God... I can't believe I've never done this before... Holy shit..." The man groaned, as he pulled back slightly, and pushed into a small thrust.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Ben tried to relax his muscles, but every little movement cut into him like a knife. The man pulled back a couple inches, and thrust back in. The pain was so overwhelming Ben saw stars.
In, and out. In, and out. In. Out. In. Out.
The pace was slow, but each thrust was long, and deep, and this was already going longer than anything Ben had ever experienced before. It was so completely unlike what happened with the doctor, that Ben could barely convince himself that it was the same thing.
Eventually, the older man sped up, ever so slight. He wrapped both hands around Ben's hips, letting him scream and sob again. His moans got louder, until...
"Fuck, you're going to tear my dick right off... fuck... I'm gonna-"
The hot white ropes of cum coated Ben's stomach, filling him with the viscus liquid. He let out a sharp sob at the violation. The older man's orgasm seemed to last for hours, like Ben was trapped here, forever, with this horrible man's dick up his asshole.
But, eventually, the man pulled his softening dick out. Letting out a gasp of relief, Ben blinked away the tears in his eyes.
"Damn... you're not even hard. You were last time..."
Ben stared up at the taller man, somewhat bewildered. But he bit back the words forming in his throat, and just waited for the man to let him go.
"Here, let me help you out."
Before Ben could react, the man had already wrapped his lips around his dick.
Although Ben would never admit it, it felt really good getting his dick sucked. Too stunned to do anything, Ben just watched his cock harden, as the man sucked on it.
He slowly began bobbing his head up and down, shoving his face all the way down to Ben's pubes. With his hands, he rubbed Ben's balls softly, almost tenderly. The man brought his free hand up, and began massaging Ben's thigh. Despite himself, Ben bit back a moan.
The man was clumsy, but Ben had never felt anything like this before. Every other sexual encounter had been so violating, and even violent. It was almost kind of nice for one of his rapists to focus on him, even if that was kind of fucked up to think.
After a few minutes, Ben was unable to hold back his moans anymore. Each little movement sent a jolt up his dick, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Subconsciously, he was pushing his hips ever so slightly into the man's mouth.
"Nghaaaa... oh..." Ben let out a loud moan, as the man's tongue pushed against his piss hole, ever so slightly.
Ben felt every muscle in his body clench tightly, and the pressure in the base of his dick shot up to the tip. The man didn't leave his cock as he shot his hot, sticky load. Gasping for air, Ben felt a small dull pain at the base of his skull.
For the second time that day, Ben's vision blurred, and his mind went fuzzy, but the sensation was completely different.
When he was finally able to try to stand up, the man had pulled his pants up, and untied Ben's arm.
"Do you know the way back to you're room?" he asked, slipping into an almost professional sounding voice.
Ben could only shake his head timidly.
The man wordlessly took the boy's arm, and led him out of the room. The bright lights hurt Ben's eyes as he wandered through the hall with the man, alternating between staying as far away form him as he could, and walking closely behind him. Eventually they reached Ben's room.
Before Ben could open his mouth, and tell the man that he didn't want him to, the man led Ben into his room, and to his bed. He only let go of Ben's arm when he was already physically in the bed.
"Goodnight." The man said, and took a step backward.
Just as Ben was about to relax again, the man paused. He leaned down, and pulled Ben into a long, deep kiss. Drool ran down Ben's face as the man forced his tongue into his mouth.
Then he wordlessly walked away, closing the door behind him.