The boy could barely breathe. His heart wasn't pounding out of fear- it was anticipation, raw and primal. Pressed against the graffiti-covered wall, he felt like prey caught in the jaws of a predator... and he loved it.
The stranger's breath ghosted over his ear, "You came here to be ruined, didn't you slut?"
"Yes," he whimpered. It came out high, broken, needy. "Please... I want it--need it.."
The man didn't waste time. One harsh tug and the boy's pants were yanked down pooling around trembling ankles. Cold air kissed his thighs- followed immediately by a firm hand landing a loud, stinging slap across one cheek.
The boy gasped, arching his back into the touch like the masochist he was. "Nnh again..."
"Look at you," the stranger snarled. "Already dripping. Fucking pathetic."
He spat on his fingers and shoved them between the boy's cheeks, no warning. The stretch was rough, sudden, and perfect. The boy moaned shamelessly, rutting back, grinding himself on those fingers like the greedy toy he was.
"You love being used, don't you?" Another finger pushed in. "This what you wanted, huh? To get stuffed by a stranger in a public fucking park?"
The boy could only nod, eyes fluttering shut as he choked out, "Yes, sir- please use me- wreck me- make me yours-"
The man's belt clinked.
"You asked for this," he growled. "Now you're gonna take every fucking inch like the little cumdump you are."
The stretch burned when the stranger shoved into him- no mercy, no slow start. Just one brutal thrust and the boy's mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Pain and pleasure exploded in his nerves like fireworks.
He was held there, body bent over, used like a toy. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the alley, each thrust harder than the last. The man didn't care who heard. In fact, he wanted people to hear. To see. To know this moaning broken little slut belonged to him now.
"Say it," the man panted, pounding into him with deep, brutal strokes. "Say you're just dirty fucktoy for strangers."
"I'm a dirty fucktoy!" the boy cried out, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes cheek scraped against the rough wall. "I'm just a hole for perverts- ahh- please! Don't stop-"
His legs trembled, nearly giving out. But the stranger held him firm, one hand gripping his throat, the other spanking him raw as he fucked him deeper.
"You'll come from this." the man snarled. "From nothing but being used like trash."
And the boy did- screaming, twitching, body wracked with uncontrollable shudders, untouched and undone. Milking the man's cock from the inside as he moaned like a desperate, ruined thing.
The stranger groaned and slammed in hard one last time- deep, claiming, possessive- before filling him with thick, hot release. He stayed there, grinding in slow, final pulses, keeping every drop inside.
The boy hung there limp, used, dripping, marked.
The man leaned close to whisper into his ear.
"We're not done."