Yaoi lemon rape

This is a one of thing and there is most likely NOT going to be any more .

Created by blackmind1992 on Sunday, June 18, 2006

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Looking back, most of the day feels hazy. A long plane ride to the states listening to my uncle speak hurriedly in English to someone on the phone. The private jet was a sparkling, large beacon in itself. To say the least of the man who owned it. That was the only problem in the end, I suppose. Nicolea.
I guess what I kept feeling was best described as uneasiness, and all of it was directed toward that man. I dared not tell my uncle. He loved Nicolea dearly, and informing him that I had an irrational fear of the man would be like slapping him in the face.
"Angelo." I jumped at hearing my name. Looking up from my football magazine I was horrified to find a pair of cool blue eyes looking down at me.
"Signore Carpathia." I said quietly, making a move to stand up.
He laid a firm hand on my shoulder and shoved me back down into my seat. "Angelo, I cannot help but feel you have been avoiding me." He said in Italian. "I was wondering if I might make amends? We have a long flight ahead of us, and I would not like to begin it by telling your uncle you are being rude to me."
The threat was clear. My uncle would not understand why I didn't like him. Truth be told, even I didn't understand. "As you wish."
He smiled, allowing me to stand up now that I was under his control. "Then come. I will show you around my plane."
I didn't answer out loud. I simply nodded and followed. First to the meeting room, then the cock-pit, the main area. It was big, like having an entire apartment in the air. Last he showed me his bedroom. I had almost expected him to tell me I must never enter that room, so I was quite surprised by what he really said.
"Here, Angelo, sit down. Drink some wine."
I had no desire to drink anything Nicolea Carpathia gave me, let alone wine. Though it had been legal for me for over a year, I had never drank wine outside of communion, and I didn't like hanging around people who did. When I was younger, my father used to hit my brother and I when he was drunk. Was Mr. Carpathia going to do that? His eyes told me no. His eyes said he had something far worse planned for me, and he was not going to great pains to hide it.
"Thank you, but no." I told him, shooing away the bottle he held out to me. I still had not sat down either. I tried to slip past him and leave the room, but I felt his fingers lock around my neck tie.
"I was not asking." He threw me onto the bed. I swear to God I'll never put a leash on my dog again as long as I live. I was probably lucky that my head didn't hit the wall or the head-board, but even the force that I slammed to the mattress with was enough to hurt. I rolled over, and he offered me the bottle once again. "I would drink it if I were you. You are going to want it."
Frightened, but firm in that stance at least, I shook my head. Whatever he was going to do to me, I was not going to wonder about it later. I would take whatever he had to give me, and I would take it in full consciousness.
"As you wish, but remember it was your choice." He set the bottle down. "Strip, little Angelo."
I didn't move. I didn't dare to.
"Angelo, do you not think you are going to do as I ask in the end anyway? Why not make this easy?"
I shook my head.
"Do you not realize your uncle will take my side? We are thousands of feet up in the air, so you cannot run."
I simply shook my head again, feeling my seventeen year old, virgin body tremble with fear.
"Would you like to know exactly how high up we are?" He hit a button that I could only assume was used to talk with the pilot. I couldn't understand enough English to get everything but I did understand, "------- Steele, how many ---- are we up in the ---?"
The voice of the captain came back through a speaker on the wall. "----- -----, sir. --- I ask why? We've ----- got ------ ----- of the ------ to go."
"No, you may not." Was all Nicolea said in response before he let up on the button. He turned back to me. "You are lucky." He said, using my native language once again. "We are flying low. Only 40,000 feet. If you would like to jump, be my guest."
I didn't shake my head this time. My body had frozen again and with it my mind.
"Then strip." He repeated.
I still didn't move.
He sat on the bed and leaned over me. "Perhaps an easier option would be for you just not to move." But right as he said that, my fight or flight system finally decided to kick in, and moving was suddenly the thing I wanted to do more than anything else in the world. It took everything I had not to pull away from him and run back to my uncle screaming. I was trembling harder now than I think I ever had before in my life, but he'd made his point. My uncle would take Nicolea's side, I didn't speak enough English to communicate with the pilot (even if I could make it that far) that I needed help, and I had nowhere to run.
He pulled my shirt off and pushed me down so that I was flat on his bed. "There we go. Just keep yielding to me." Something about the way he said the word yielding made me want to smack him. Thankfully, I was not that stupid. I was in good shape for a teen-ager, but he was in amazing shape for a thirty-four year old.
He started up at my face, laying his hands gently on both of my cheeks. He moved closer to me, putting his knees on either side of me. Even to my own surprise, I stopped trembling when he got so close to me. I began to relax. My mind slowly took in the idea that he was not going to hurt me. 'Wait!' an alarm sounded in my brain. 'He's going to rape you! How much more hurting you do you want him to do?'
But I was beyond fear by now. I was not calm, I realized as he slowly pulled my face toward him and embraced our lips, I had simply frozen again, content to let what would come, come. His kiss was soft and gentile, yet demanding and hungry all at the same time. I hated myself for enjoying it, and indeed I did enjoy it in the end. He had hardly given me any signal that he wanted to enter my mouth before I opened it for him. His tongue slid in and his hands began to glide through my dark curly hair. It felt horribly good, having his tongue snaking around in my mouth, exploring every area it could reach to the fullest. My body began to spark with desires and I had to kick myself again mentally.
He pulled his head away. His hands remained in my hair but they had stopped moving. I found my self gasping slightly for air, and wishing he would go back and do it again. My God I was beginning to get turned on!
He pulled me close to him again and began kissing up my neck. "Angelo." He whispered in my ear. "You see? This is not so bad is it?" He continued to kiss. I fought the urge to answer. "Come on." He said in a deep, sexy voice that sent tingles running all down my body. "You want this. You want me, do you not? Tell me you do, little Angelo."
"Per favore," I begged softly as he continued to trace kisses up every inch of my neck. "I really do not want to do this."
He smiled, pulling off me and looking into my eyes. "You will learn quickly."
His hands caressed my chest, feeling every inch of my exposed body. His lips continued on my neck. Even I wasn't sure if it was for pleasure or distress, but I began moaning very loudly.
"There we go." He whispered into my throat. "Just calm down and enjoy yourself."
His hands moved downward off my chest, and they spend a moment feeling my abs. I jumped as his hand slid into my pants.
"Shh." He soothed. He pulled his hand out and began to slowly undo my pants. I simply watched in horror. "Little Angelo," He said after a moment of undoing my zipper repulsively slowly. "You are trembling again." He kissed me very softly on the lips, probably hoping it would calm me down a little. "Breath." He commanded slowly. I felt my shallow breaths deepen considerably as he spoke. My muscles were clenching, and my mind felt suddenly open to all of the ungodly things he was surely going to tell me to do. His hand was back on my face. His thumb caressed my check, wiping away a gleaming tear that had fallen. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you." The words came out so naturally I hadn't been able to stop them.
"Say it again."
'Don't say it!' "I love you!" I said, feeling offended that he needed me to repeat it.
"I thought you did." He told me sweetly as he began to pull off my pants, though the look in his eyes said, 'I thought you would put up more of a fight. Lucky me.' "Tell me you are not afraid."
My breathing rate was normal by now and I really was beginning to relax. "Of course I am not. I trust you."
"Then I may do anything? Anything I like, and you will not cry or resist?"
I smiled. "It hardly seems fair to make you do all the work."
He smiled as he got up off me. I shut my eyes, but I heard clothes rushing and I knew he was undressing. It was amazing how quickly he could change out of those suits. I felt his body lingering over mine once again in less than two minutes and I opened my eyes.
He laid down next to me. "Kiss me. Better yet, lick me. I want to feel you on top of me."
I'll never be able to get the disturbing image out of my mind. I did exactly as he asked. I was very slow, for at that time I did very much want to please him. I drew my tongue over his hot thirty-four year old skin, shamelessly not missing an inch of him rock hard body, and going clear down to his cock.
I stopped, suddenly feeling afraid again. But not of him this time, more of displeasing him.
"Done already, little one?"
I just looked at him for a moment, praying he would have mercy.
"Then we shall have to teach you some new tricks." He grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me face down onto the bed. I hit it with such force that I had to stifle a whimper. I could tell he was done being nice to me.
He was done with the upper half of me. He moved immediately downward and sucked on me until he tasted my cum. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.
He stopped, and I could feel him moving around on top of me again, but I still was not going to open my eyes. He slammed into me so suddenly I cried out. The sound, thankfully enough was muffled by the blankets, so he didn't seem to mind. At first, all I could feel was pain, and I squirmed a little bit. He took a moment to hold me firmly in place before he continued. "Angelo, you are breaking your word. I would advise you not do that anymore." I didn't move or speak, so he must have taken it as a yes. He went on again, and soon, I did feel pleasure.
He burst in me, and we both collapsed on the bed.
He smiled, running his hands slowly through my hair once again. I was almost surprised by how gently he could speak while still sounding threatening. "If you ever speak of this to anyone, not only will they not believe you, but I will have you arrested for slander. Understand?"
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Carpathia stood up, and pulled on a robe before answering. Apparently it meant nothing if whoever it was saw me lying here naked gasping for air.
"Leon? I thought you weren't going to bother us."
My uncle stepped into the room. "We'll be in the States in an hour. I thought I'd make sure you'd be done on time." 'Has he known about this all along?' He looked down at me and smiled evilly. "Angelo, we still want you looking your best when we arrive." And then, almost as an after though, added. "Oh, and how are you feeling?"
I was exhausted and still out of breath, but I managed to finally say what I had been thinking for the past several hours. "Damn you both."
They just laughed.


so did you like it????
I think i need a new keyboard ^^;
I hate yaoi!!!!!!!!!!!!
*is too horny to answer*
Well im not paying for it.
Then why did you read the story idiot!?!?!?!?!?!
im glad you liked it

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