Jonah couldn’t be fucked to do any of the shit Adam asked him to do. The guy left him alone to his own devices in the middle of Sarah’s computer room, did he really think Jonah would get anything done besides an edible and a can of beer? Sure, Adam would be pissed when he came home only to see that Jonah had done nothing except get crossfaded to hell, but what was he supposed to do about it? He didn’t know how to do all the tech stuff that Adam and Sarah did, and today wasn’t going to be the day where he learned.
So he just wouldn’t do it. Simple as that. And why should he? Adam knew this wasn’t his job, and he already did his share of the work. Everything else that was asked of him, he did. The initial setup of all their equipment every time they went out on a job, manning the cameras while Adam sat on his ass and slept in an empty house, that was his role.
Before he could pop the first edible of the day, he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Weird, considering Sarah and Adam had copies of the house key.
One of them could have forgotten their key, though. What a dumbass, whoever it was.
When he opened the door, Evelin was there waiting for him instead.
“Oh, it’s you, ” said Evelin, not a single hint of emotion in her voice. This was their first time meeting in person, but she must have recognized him from some of the videos on the BPS site. “What are you doing at Sarah’s house?”
“I mean, it’s where we usually are between jobs.”
“Right. With BPS. Got it.” She looked around, anywhere but at Jonah, before changing the subject. “So where are they now?”
“Out. Sarah’s getting food. No fucking clue where Adam went, he never tells me anything. Just leaves and shows back up.”
Evelin pushed her way past Jonah. “Then I’ll just stick around until Sarah comes back.”
As much as Jonah wanted to argue against that, there was obviously no point. It was probably fine, the two were best friends, and Evelin showed up without warning all the time. A little weird that she didn’t ever check to see if Sarah was home first, but Jonah wasn’t going to think about it too hard.
But it was torture. Being trapped in the same room as Evelin? Torture. She was silent. When it was her and Sarah, the two would talk for hours, even if there was nothing to actually talk about. But without Sarah here, she didn’t talk at all. She just… sat there. Almost glaring at him. This was their first time actually “talking” to each other since she would practically ignore him in favor of Sarah. They never spoke before now, and he was already hoping that it never happened again. The longer they sat there, with Jonah trying his best to ignore her and focus on what he was supposed to be doing at the computer, the more intense that awful stare of hers became. He’d keep his sights trained on the screen in front of him. Every time he glanced to the side he could catch that Evelin was staring him down. Then she’d turn her head, then he’d turn his back to the computer, only to feel those eyes piercing through him again.
It was like she was sizing him up. For what he didn’t know, but the longer this went on, the more he started to feel… unsafe. Something was wrong here.
“So. Jonah,” Evelin started, breaking the awkward silence. But with that weird tone, Jonah immediately wished she hadn’t. There was something aggressive and uncomfortable about the way she said his name. The sort of tone someone would take only if they were about to interrogate you.
He said nothing. He only stared and waited for her to continue. She clicked her tongue. “How did you meet Adam?”
“Responded to the job ad for BPS. I ran away from home and I was desperate for money.”
Something in Evelin’s tone shifted. “Desperate, huh?” Jonah still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this discussion than Evelin was leading on. “So that’s how you know him? Never met him before that?”
Jonah shook his head.
Evelin leaned back in the old, creaky office chair and crossed her arms. “Makes sense. Explains why he broke up with me when he did.”
He didn’t like where this was going. “I’m… I’m sorry?”
“Yeah. He didn’t decide to dump me out of the blue until you came along.”
Something was telling Jonah that it was time to tap out. “I think I should leave now,” he quickly rattled out, standing up and making a break for the door. But Evelin was faster than him, and she got a solid grip on the back of his jacket and yanked him back into the room hard enough that he fell backward onto the floor.
“See? I knew it. You know exactly what’s going on.” She landed on top of him, all of her weight keeping him down. “I don’t get it, what do you have that I don’t?! Tell me, Jonah!”
Completely on impulse, Jonah threw his hands up to defend himself, ignoring the pain in his back. It nearly knocked the wind out of him, but he still found the air to speak. “Evelin! The fuck are you doing? Fucking quit it, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
She grabbed him by the wrists. “I’d think twice about swinging like that,” she said, her voice calm but intense. “If you leave bruises on me, who do you think Adam and Sarah are going to believe?”
She was right. What would they think? Could he convince them that she started it? Would it even matter if he did? They’d probably believe her. They’ve known Evelin for much longer than they’ve known him. She had him cornered.
He didn’t want to hurt her in the first place, he really didn’t, even if she was out of her fucking mind right now. Even if she was deranged enough that she was blaming him for Adam breaking up with her. Jonah didn’t know where she was getting the idea that he was interested in Adam, but he was pretty sure they mutually had no interest in each other. Not like that. He was tempted to haul off and tell her that it was obvious that Adam broke up with her because she’s a crazy paranoid bitch, but the last thing he needed was to risk pumping her up with more anger and adrenaline when he was already struggling to get away from her. She was already flipping him onto his stomach and forcing his face against the floor, and Jonah could barely put up a fight.
There was nothing he could do to her, even while she held him down and hit and screamed at him. Expletives and accusations were all strung together so quickly that he could barely understand a word of it; he’d catch a ‘fuck you’ and a ‘man-stealing whore’ in there sometimes, but the rest was a blur.
What brought him back to the present moment was when he felt his pants being tugged down to his knees. The world that was blurring around him came to a sudden stop, Jonah getting the horrible, sinking feeling that he knew what Evelin was about to do to him.
“W… What are you doing?!”
“I’m seeing what’s so fucking great about you that Adam left me for you,” she hissed. Her voice was full of scathing hatred for him. When the open air hit him, he wished he could just die right there. “ Ohhh. I get it now. He wanted some easy pussy.”
“Evelin, please, just stop this. I haven’t done anything with Adam—”
“Bullshit,” she interrupted. “This is what he wanted. That fucking asshole, he didn’t have the balls to tell it to my face.” Underneath her ranting, Jonah could hear the zipper of her jeans. He didn’t even try to turn his head to see what that sound meant; deep down he already knew, and all he wanted was to get away at any cost. But no matter how hard he tried to crawl out from underneath Evelin, nothing worked, not with Evelin repeatedly bearing all of her weight down on him every time she caught him trying to escape.
His begging began to die down to quiet whimpers while Evelin wrestled him into a helpless heap on the floor. By some miracle, just maybe she would listen to his cries for her to stop. Maybe she would listen to him and leave him alone. Let him walk away with the trauma and fear she’s already left him with, and only a few bruises besides. But his babbling turned into agonized screams from the searing pain of her cock being shoved into him all at once. Any hope he had left of getting away was dead and gone. His mind could focus on only one thing, and that was the torturous burning of Evelin shredding through his insides. She ignored his screams, pounding into him as hard as she liked. Not a single care or regard for the level of damage she could be doing to him now, physically or mentally; she was going to take whatever she wanted from him, and the consequences of it were Jonah’s to worry about later.
“Oh, fucking stop it. I know you do this all the time with Adam. I know he’s smaller than me, but you probably like that shit.” She held his hips in place, destroying any remaining hopes Jonah had of wiggling away. “I’m going to see for myself just how good you really are.”
Her moans were taunting him. Mocking him. It felt so good to her, all the while every little movement made his insides burn.
Jonah was starting to get wet. Evelin snickered at him behind his back like it was some kind of victory that she had to be proud of, the way he no longer had any control over his body or what happened to it. It was acting on its own, though Evelin would never see it that way.
Jonah still tried to fight. His efforts were smothered by Evelin shoving him by the shoulders into the ground, grinding his face into the dirty floor while Jonah’s lower body flailed in a pathetic effort to stand himself up. All he could manage was to prop himself up on his knees awkwardly, adding more ammo to Evelin’s taunts and jeers.
“You’re so fucking easy. You can’t fool me. Just look at you.”
“No… no, no, no, it hurts— ”
His head was lifted up by a sharp pull on the hair on the back of his head, then slammed back down again. “You’re so full of shit. You’d let anyone do this to you.”
He weakly shook his head.
“Why are you so wet then?”
All he could do was shake his head again. He didn’t have the words to defend himself even if he wanted to. All he wanted was for this to be over.
He could try to fool himself into thinking he was liking this, he thought; it would probably ease some of the pain. The physical pain. Not the hatred he had for himself every time he had to choke back a moan or when he felt himself clench around Evelin’s dick.
Then, with a long moan from Evelin, something warm and wet gushed into him. When she finished, she sucked in a hiss through her teeth and then sighed. “Fuuuucking hell. I hate to admit it, but damn, I get it now.”
The full feeling was almost enough to make him throw up.
Jonah took a deep breath. She was done. This could be over. He could go cry himself to sleep for a while, then wake up in the morning and find some morning-after pills so he could drink this memory away. Pretend it never happened. Everything hurt, and the sooner he could forget, the better.
He made another attempt to scoot away. If she was finished, then she’d have to let him go this time. But another pained whimper escaped him when Evelin’s nails dug deeper into the skin on his hips.
She hadn’t pulled out of him, he realized, and she was just as hard as when she started. “I’m not done with you yet, skank.”
Her weight shifted, and Jonah’s body was forced to lay flat, on his stomach with Evelin’s weight pinning him down at the hips. There was no struggle even when her hands pinned him down at the shoulders; Jonah had already given up any hope of fighting his way out from under her.
He buried his head in his arms on the floor when Evelin started driving herself into him again, their mixed fluids easing some of the pain. A lot of the pain, Jonah was horrified to admit to himself. Still very sore, yet still finding himself hoping Evelin would let him finish if she was already taking it this far. The occasional sigh would slip out and he hated it, knowing that Evelin would hear it.
But he couldn’t help what his body wanted.
“I knew you wanted it,” she hissed, with the slightest quiver in her voice. It was faint, but he picked up on it, and he really wished he hadn’t. Jonah wasn’t sure what was worse: the idea of her doing this to him only to hurt him, or the fact that she was actually getting off to it. “You’d let anyone do this to you.”
Part of Jonah was starting to believe her. He felt filthy and disgusting — like it really was his own fault. That he could have fought his way out of this, and that he’s secretly enjoying it despite the river of tears running down his cheeks.
Limp and weak and broken, Jonah let himself lay motionless on the floor while Evelin continued having her way with him. He tried to comfort himself with the fact that the worst of the pain was over; the buildup of cum and his own fluids eased most of the burn, leaving him only with the residual soreness from when she first forced herself inside. It was only a small comfort; it added to his guilt, the shame of letting himself believe that maybe he was okay with this.
It didn’t take long for her to finish in him a second time. Jonah sobbed, and Evelin would berate him just as she did every time she caught him making a sound. “You obviously want this,” she said. And every time she said it, it solidified it in Jonah’s mind, even as he broke down into a fit of wet sniffles that he tried to bury away into his now-soaked sleeve when she pushed herself back into him for the third time.
“Really, you expect me to believe you aren’t loving this? Look at yourself,” she said, and her fingers traveled underneath him, down to his swollen dick. Something he was supposed to be proud of and happy for after all his treatments, and she was using it against him. “Not only are you sopping wet, but you’re so fucking hard. For me. Like you would be for anyone, right?”
There was no arguing with her. All he could do was let his body have its “fun” until it and Evelin were both satisfied.
He wouldn’t be able to control himself this time. A third round of cum, and Jonah found himself finishing with her, tightening hard around her cock. The feeling was too much for him to deny anymore, and his body just let it all go against his will.
That would be the end, or so he wanted to hope. That would mean he could finally clean himself up, go home, and drink and smoke his feelings away. Except it wasn’t the end yet; she kept going like she wasn’t getting any less hard.
“No more… Please, just… no more…” Jonah managed to squeak out the words between his broken cries and moans. While he may have been able to ride out the last two rounds, his own orgasm left him exhausted and easily overstimulated. Thrown back into the same hell where he started, he whimpered and squirmed underneath her.
Evelin forced Jonah back onto his knees, rubbing her palm into his thigh and pressing her nails into his skin. “You can’t just squeeze around me all nice like that and not expect me to want more. Stop pretending you hate this.”
Evelin got to continue having her way with him, pumping her cock in and out of his stuffed hole that dripped and splattered onto the floor with each plunge. Leaving such a huge mess on the floor… Jonah knew Evelin would probably clean that up if he didn’t. If only he could use that as proof that something happened here.
His body begged to rest flush against the floor again, barely enough strength to hold himself up even with Evelin forcing his hips into position. When his hips sunk too low for her tastes, her fingers gripped his waist and forcefully hoisted him back into place. Jonah could feel each and every snap of her hips, every little movement of the buildup of juices being pushed around inside him.
He wanted to cry out for Adam. IF Evelin was convinced that they were together, then he might as well.
Then again, she might decide to torture him like this for even longer.
Evelin’s fourth climax hit, and Jonah braced for the possibility of a fifth round.
But she finally eased up on him, her cock sliding out, and with it came a disgusting slosh of fluids that poured out of him like a faucet.
Jonah felt so open and exposed. And so very violated.
The sound of her pants zipper again told him that this was the end. The nightmare was, for now, over. She stood up and turned to leave, leaving Jonah a disheveled mess on the floor. Evelin didn’t make a move to clean him up, or put his pants back on, or clean up the mess they made on Sarah’s computer room floor. When she opened the door to leave, she cast one last glance back at Jonah, then motioned with her eyes toward the mess.
“Oh. You can clean that up. And even if you don’t and Adam sees it… I guess he’ll know I’m fucking his bitch. Serves him right. If he knows you, he’ll know how much you loved it, too.”
Then she was gone.
For a few moments, Jonah was so spaced out that he didn’t even process that she’d left.
Jonah struggled with the thought that she was probably right. It was bad enough that he had to keep this a secret and never tell Adam or Sarah; if Adam saw this, then he would think that Jonah was sleeping with his ex-girlfriend. Willingly.
Forcing himself to his feet, he took in the damage on the floor.
Well, nothing got on the rug. It was a morbidly funny thought that would have made him chuckle. Maybe he would have if this shit happened to literally anyone else other than him.
He’d try to clean this up. Try to keep it a secret from Adam. But there was no guarantee that Evelin wouldn’t brag about “fucking his bitch”.