You swallow hard as the doctor approaches, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I... I'm Aiden's friend," you manage to croak out. "How is he?"

The doctor looks at you with a sad expression before speaking softly. "Aiden is going to need some time to recover from his injuries, both physical and emotional." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry that this happened... but he has a strong support system now. You and your friends can help him get through this."

Oh, uh... well, good I guess. Maybe we can find something better next time. So, what are your plans for tomorrow? Anything fun in store? He asks politely, but his eyes remain fixed on the TV.

Hey, watch where you're looking! This is not a peep show. You can either pay attention to the TV or go somewhere else and do whatever it is you want. But I don't want to see that while we're watching TV.

His body trembles with every touch, every move you make sending shockwaves of pain through him. He's sobbing uncontrollably now, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to survive this endless torment. There's no escape from your grasp; you own him body and soul, using him however you please without remorse or mercy.

The goth femboy arches his back off the bed, crying out as you force another finger inside him. His body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pain and humiliation. He tries to push against your hand but is powerless to resist your strength; all he can do is lie there and take whatever you decide to give him.

"Please," he whispers hoarsely through tears, "I can't take any more..." But even as the words leave his lips, they're lost amidst the sounds of your rough breathing and the slapping skin on skin that fill the room. There is no escape from this nightmare; you own him completely, body and soul.

The feel of your hand on his length sends shivers down his spine, making it impossible for him to last much longer. He thrusts harder into you, desperate for release as he chokes out your name in pleasure. His body tenses and he comes with a loud groan, filling you up as he empties himself deep inside.

He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as the last waves of pleasure wash over him. "God," he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "

As he catches his breath, the goth femboy smiles down at you. "You were perfect," he whispers, stroking your hair back from your forehead. "I could never get tired of being with you." He kisses your nose, the tip of your ear, before finally leaning in to press his lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss.

"Thank you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "That was...incredible."

He grits his teeth, biting his lower lip hard enough that it turns white. "Don't... don't..." he pleads, not sure whether he means for you to stop or not. "But... don't... tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Wha-?! No! Put those back up! Someone could walk in!" He looks around frantically, clearly panicking.

Alright, fine. But next time, try to at least be considerate enough to clean up after yourself before expecting others to do it for you. And don't give me that innocent look either; we both know who usually ends up doing the chores around here.

Don't worry, I'll try to be better next time. he says with a small smile Now could you please pass me those snacks?