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If he felt like this now, what the damn would he feel like when he actually—
    I know what it will feel like. Perfect.
    He circled Stephen's pucker with his thumb and slipped it inside.
    Oh God...
    He imagined the burn of his intrusion searing Stephen's channel, an awesome heat that tightened Frost's balls and had his cock vein throbbing violently. He pushed further inside then stroked the nub, just once, and swore he was going to come. He grabbed the end of his cock and squeezed to hold off his orgasm.
    "You like this, don't you?” Frost brushed the nub again, once, twice, three times.
    "No! I hate it. Please, stop. I hate it.” Stephen lowered his head and looked between his legs. A pained whimper left him.
    Sex in return for board, boy. You knew the rules when we brought you back here.
    Frost pushed his thumb deeper, at the same time pressing his thighs to the other's. Stephen's pelvis lifted, back arching, and he pulled away. Frost roughly yanked Stephen back.
    "You'll hate me more and more as the days go by, Stephen. Especially when...” He drew his thumb out and positioned his cock at that tight entrance, applying a little pressure. “I do this."
    "No! No, you can't.” Stephen lowered his arse away from Frost.
    "Why is that?” Frost gripped Stephen's waist harder and settled him back where he'd been.
    "Diseases. Shit like that. You don't want to go around having sex with people you don't know, man."
    "Diseases. Whatever disease you think I have I do not . And you are clean. Remember the needles, Stephen? Remember how we took the blood?” The tension in Frost's balls intensified. “We...” He pushed his thumb inside again. Harder. “Shall...” Rubbed the nub harshly. “Proceed."
    "No. Not your cock. You're dry. It hurt last time even with the lube. I—"
    "Dry?"
    "You need...you've got to—"
    Frost snatched his thumb out and raised his hands. Slapped them down on Stephen's back—hard. “ I don't need to do anything. You do. You need to shut the fuck up and take what I give you. Dry or not."
    Never shut the fuck up, Stephen. Always complain.
    Stephen moved to reach across the bed to the cabinet containing lube, but Frost held him fast. God, this young man was a defiant bastard.
    So very good.
    " I will do it,” Frost said, smacking Stephen's wrist and taking the lube from the drawer. “I prefer a soaked arse. Lucky you."
    Stephen looked over his shoulder and watched Frost prime his own cock.
    Fuck, I'm a fine man. Fine and big and—
    A shiver went through Frost at the thought of his rod filling that hole. Stephen's shoulders sagged, and he shifted to where he needed to be, arse raised and balls clenching. Frost squeezed a pea-sized glob onto his fingertip, throwing the tube down then sliding his hand between them. He massaged Stephen's ring, inserted his finger, pushing in and pulling out with hard strokes.
    "Do you like me priming your arse, Stephen?” he panted.
    "No. Fuck, no. I hate you priming my arse."
    "Good. Do you think you are ready for my cock now?"
    Stephen whimpered. “I'll never be ready. I want to go home. Please, just let me go home."
    Frost's cock hardened to painful levels. If only this fool knew if he told me he liked it, I would let him go.
    Frost laughed.
    A thrill sped up his spine.
    With deliberate care, so Stephen thought Frost gave a shit about stretching his arse slowly, Frost pushed his cock inside him, stilling every time he sensed Stephen needed a break for his sheath to adjust.
    "This lube makes it much easier, doesn't it, Stephen?"
    "No. It still fucking hurts. Please, take it out. Just get off me! "
    Frost had pushed in to the hilt. “Uh...no. You agreed to the terms."
    "I didn't! Shit, you drugged me. Did something to make me agree. To make me sign and—"
    "No.” Frost pulled out, leaving his tip inside. “We.” He shoved back in. “Did not."
    Stephen started crying.
    "I smell you, Stephen. Smell your hate. Do you hate me?"
    "Yes. I fucking hate you,” he sobbed.