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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      David/Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Character:
      Maxwell_(Max/X), Davey/David, Davey's_White-Rimmed_Red_Briefs_(Camp_Camp)
  Additional Tags:
      X_(A_self_insert_Max_OC), Alternate_Universe, AU, Camper!David,
      Counselor!Max, Twisted_Camp_AU, Knifeplay, Forced_Orgasm, Rape, non-con,
      X_-_Freeform, Max_is_horrible, X_is_a_rapist_in_the_Twisted_Camp_AU
  Collections:
      Sin_Corps, Den_of_the_Damned
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-28 Words: 5850
****** An Hour in the Meadow ******
by Helmsritch, NillaBonBon, Skyheartstar13
Summary
     (X is Max from an AU called the Twisted Camp AU. More information
     will be posted soon!!!)
     X and Davey have had a great friendship going on for a few years now.
     Of course, everyone knows Davey has a crush on Max, including Max
     himself. The counselor decides to take advantage of the situation
     like he has every other time he's met someone in such a vulnerable
     state.
Notes
     SkyHeartstar13 is another co-creator, but doesn't have an AO3
     account!!
     X, also known as Max or Maxwell is from my Twisted Camp AU, which I
     plan to begin working on and publishing soon. It's as twisted as the
     name leads you to believe. :P
     This is a oneshot and has a lot of graphic detail of the rape of a
     child. Please proceed with caution.
     Other than that, I really hope you all enjoy 13 pages of smut!
     This is somewhat closely related to my own childhood trauma and CSA.
     Please try not to be a dick. If you don't like this kind of stuff,
     please don't read.
See the end of the work for more notes
Max hated this time of year. Summer. Summer fucking sucked. Although he lived
at camp year round and he always worked with kids during spring, summer, and
autumn, summer was always the worst. He was stuck with them for the longest.
Now here he was, hands in his pockets, jacket tied around his waist, steel
toed, black work boots tied tight enough that they could hurt, undercut freshly
shaved. He scowled slightly as he watched the quartermaster drive up with the
bright yellow, refurbished school bus full of children.

 I fucking hate summer.
 
Once the bus had stopped, he wasn’t surprised that the first child to rush off
the bus was his favorite camper; the only one he liked, really. Davey had been
coming to camp since he was 8. He was ten now, and had actually grown quite a
bit compared to most other boy’s his age. At first, the camper was a complete
nuisance. The freckled boy had a habit of acting like a brat, which often led
to Max getting irritated with him and punishing him often, or even just blowing
him off completely. However, learning more and more about each other, the
counselor and camper pair had grown quite close and were known for being a
troublesome duo in Camp Campbell. Although it was well known that David had a
massive crush on the head counselor that could be annoying at times, Max really
hadn’t seemed to mind at all.
 
“What’s up, Max?” Davey questioned as he crossed his arms and put his weight
onto one foot, trying to look as cool as the curly-haired brunet always seemed
to appear.
 
“Not much, Davey. I’m just about ready to ditch already; we haven’t even done
the yearly tour. How was your summer?” The counselor quirked his brow.
 
The freckled boy pouted slightly as he thought for a moment. “It sucked. My
parents are always working and never seem to have time for me. It’s a big load
of hooey.”

 Chuckling at the boy’s failed attempt to swear, Max ruffled his hair. “I know
how that goes, Kiddo. Maybe this summer can make up for it. We could always
ditch these losers and go hang somewhere. I found a really nice spot in the
woods we could relax in.” He sneered and turned on his heel as he saw the
ginger break out in a smile, knowing he wouldn’t refuse.
 
Time to make this summer just a little bit better.
 
---
 
David feigned a pout but couldn’t help but give a soft smile. How could he
pretend to be upset when the brunet’s handsome smile was so distracting?
Frankly, the snake bites, as Max called them, didn’t help. The black piercings
only made the older male look more attractive each time he spoke.
 
“It better, Max! Or else I’m blaming you!” The redhead joked, trotting happily
behind the counselor as they made their way towards one of the paths meant for
less experienced hikers. He glared up at Max as he pulled out one of his famous
menthol cancer sticks and placed it between his lips. The flicker of a lighter
was seen as the woods gradually got darker.

 A hand reached down and grabbed his, squeezing lightly as Max pulled the
cigarette from his lips. “The woods get darker the deeper we go. I don’t want
you getting lost.” He said without sparing a glance down at the blushing
preteen.
 
X is so cool!

 David couldn’t help but notice how much stronger and bigger the counselor’s
hand was compared to his. It made him feel safe and loved. The redhead couldn’t
help the feeling of admiration and love that swelled up in his chest as the
brunet continued on as if nothing were out of the ordinary, kicking up dirt
along the trail until they finally broke from the path.
 
The trek was mostly quiet until they reached about half an hour in. They closed
in on an area where the sun was visible through the trees and David’s eyes went
wide. It was a beautiful meadow with two trees across from each other at
opposite ends. Thanks to the open area and lack of trees, more sunlight came in
and allowed many wildflowers to grow in the grass, which was taller and
brighter than the rest of the woodland they’d hiked through.
 
The freckled ginger beamed and squeezed Max’s hand in his excitement as his
forest green eyes stared up at the camp counselor. “Whoa, X!” He exclaimed as
his eyes practically sparkled as he bounced up and down slightly. “Is this,
like, a surprised place? Does anyone else know about this?” He loved the idea
of Max sharing a secret with him and him alone.
 
His expression faltered slightly as the brunet pulled his hand away. A whimper
was caught in his throat as he watched Max leisurely walk over to one of the
trees and plop down, leaning back against it as he put his cigarette out
against the bark and politely put it back into the paper box it had once came
from. This spot was obviously precious to him.
 
“Just you and I, Davey.” He crooned as he patted his thighs, hesitantly
inviting the preteen to sit with him under the cool shade of the tree. “You
better not tell anyone else about this, you little shit. I don’t want those
brats ruining this spot for me.”
 
The 10 year-old happily placed himself into Max’s lap and leaned back against
his chest as he felt his cheeks heat up a bit, though he wasn’t sure why. “I
don’t want them here either, Max! Nobody is as cool as us!” He exclaimed
happily.
 
“Yeah,” Max started, “Nobody is as cool as you, Davey.” Arms lazily snaked
around his shoulders and he flushed brighter, his face burning as he felt an
unusual feeling build up in his gut. “You’re a good kid.” The toned brunet
gently nuzzled into his copper hair and he felt his heart beating faster.
 
---
 
“Coming from you, that really means a lot! I-...” The preteen trailed off in
his lap for a moment before continuing, “- I really like you a lot, Max!”
 
Fucking bingo.
 
The 18 year-old counselor felt a sinister grin creep onto his face and he had
to nuzzle his nose into David’s hair again to make himself seem completely
content. “I’m glad you like me, David! I like you, too. You’re a good kid who
deserves a lot better than what you get at home. You’re also a great camper.”
 
He felt the sun-kissed ginger bounce in his lap slightly and his breath
hitched. “Am I your favorite?” X could practically hear the grin on Davey’s
face right now.
 
Reaching his hands down, he gently gripped the boy’s waist, holding him still
as he felt the heat begin to pool to his groin from the sudden movement in his
lap. “Yeah, you are.” He hissed slightly. “But you can’t move in my lap like
that, you little shit.”

David obeyed the man’s orders and stopped his energetic bouncing, opting to
lean back into the man’s chest and relax as he set his hands on Maxwell’s
knees. Sliding his arms under the smaller pair, he wrapped them around the
boy’s waist, holding him close. He was content to just sit and let his plan
silently go into motion with a single sentence that he knew would catch the
preteen’s attention as he hugged him close, Davey’s back pressed flush against
his chest. “You’re a good boy, Davey.”

 The boy gently rested his hands on top of Max’s over his waist as he spoke. “I
like being a... good boy for you. You’re really nice to me when I am. It makes
me feel good.” David mumbled shyly as his superior kissed the top of his head.
“I also like it when you kiss me, Max.”
 
Hook, line, and sinker.
 
“Oh, really?” Max crooned, gently leaning down and kissing his cheek. “What
about when I kiss you here?” His lips ghosted down the side of his face before
he gently kissed the side of the boy’s neck under his jaw, enjoying the small
squeak that flew out of the ginger’s mouth.
 
“That feels… Nice.” David stated, squirming in the darker man’s lap. “Can… Can
you do it again?”
 
Oh fuck yes.
 
---
 
The redhead flushed as he felt Max kiss at his neck again, moving closer down
to the base of his neck before feeling teeth lightly sink into the skin and
suckle gently. A shudder went down David’s spine as he moaned softly and
squirmed. He felt the counselor roll his hips up into his rear. “M-... Max!” He
gasped in surprise at the feeling.
 
What  was  that?
 
The small boy felt his body burning up as he squirmed slightly. He couldn’t sit
still, too embarrassed and antsy to do so. This was all so new to him, but he
really enjoyed it and wanted more. Curiously, he could feel something in the
brunet’s pants as Max rutted up against him.


Continuing to gently grind up against his shorts, Max gave a soft groan as he
pulled away and gently lapped at his neck. A large hand moved down his waist to
the hem of his shirt, fingertips gently grazed his belly before rubbing up to
his chest and over one of his nipples, which drew a soft gasp from his lips at
the unusually soft touch.
 
“Holy shit-” Max gasped, “-you sound so good like that, Baby Boy.” The words
sent a shiver up David’s back and he hesitantly shifted in the leading
counselor’s lap, facing him now as he nuzzled into the green Camp Campbell
counselor shirt, grinding his hips down.
 
Feels… Funny. It’s too hot.
 
A small groan was forced out of his throat as Max gently twirled his thumb
around the preteen’s nipple before pinching it lightly as his own hips pressed
down against X’s, whose were rutting up into his a bit aggressively. He didn’t
mind. While it was getting hot, he didn’t want to leave and risk Max getting
annoyed because they had to stop whatever they were doing. The 18 year-old
really seemed to like it.
 
Heart beating out of his chest, he confided in Max with a glowing hot face as
the rest of his body began to glare up, too. “My… My penis feels funny, Max.”
David whispered very shyly as he pressed his knees together as Max’s hand
slithered down between his legs and pressed against the front of his shorts.
“You shouldn’t-… I don’t think you’re supposed to be touching me there, Max.”

 “It’s alright, Baby Boy.” Max gasped as he rubbed himself up into David’s much
smaller hips. “I’m your boyfriend. I’m allowed to touch you there if I’m your
boyfriend, aren’t I?”
 
He likes me!
 
“I think-” David gasped as he felt something hard and thick press against his
member through the front of his shorts. “I want you to be my boyfriend, Max.
Please! I really like you and I’ve been trying to tell you all day how much I
love yo-” A shudder ran down his spine as the brunet counselor cut him off by
pressing a gentle finger to his lips. The counselor’s following words were
gentle.
 
“If that’s what you want, Davey. We can be boyfriends, Baby Boy.” Max was
looking down at him, licking his lips with a predatory gaze in his bright green
eyes as one hand slid out from under his shirt and gently reached up to his
face, squeezing David’s cheeks between his fingers, forcing his jaw open. With
a soft moan, Max gently licked his tongue over the redhead’s.
 
There was a small bump on the man’s tongue from his tongue being pierced with a
small light blue ball that the camper had seen in the past. With a gentle gasp,
David had pushed his hips down into his boyfriend’s, groaning as the man rubbed
the muscles of their mouths together before pulling away. “Yes, please.” The
boy gasped, his hands gripping X’s shirt now as he held on tightly.
 
So good.
 
David’s head was spinning as the pleasure began to get to him. His boyfriend
had slipped a hand into the front of his shorts and underwear and had begun
running a thumb over his hardened member’s tip. Gently rutting his hips
forward, he gave a desperate whimper as he felt heat pooling in his nether, a
pressure beginning to build around his manhood. “Max, I-” His eyelids fluttered
for a moment before continued, “Something’s happening, Max!” The redhead
yelped, as with that exclamation, the toned man squeezed him rather roughly,
his member throbbing in response to the pain as he let out a pathetic moan,
shudders running up his spine.
 
The redhead let out a pitiful whimper at the new sensation and gasped, arching
his back, indecisive of whether he should ask for more or pull away as he
teared up, his bottom lip quivering. Feeling the tears run down his cheeks, he
gave a soft sob as he closed his eyes. It hurt so much, but a new feeling was
rushing up his spine and he couldn’t help the embarrassing flush in his face or
the heat in his lower regions, which made him cry more.
 
It hurts so much.
 
Without warning, he was thrown backwards down onto Max’s jacket, which he had
apparently thrown on the ground for him to lay on. His eyes shot open as he
pressed his knees together and looked up at the brunet counselor, who was
gazing down at him with piercing green eyes that bore directly through his
body. The toned man was now holding his famous pocket knife, which he’d let
David play with so many times before when they’d ditched camp activities.
Surprised, his eyes went wide as he let out another soft cry, tears running
down his face and neck onto the soft blue jacket beneath him.

 “I like it when you cry, David. It suits you.” Max crooned with a sinister
smirk on his face as he gently trailed the silver-edged black blade of the
gleaming knife down the preteen’s front as a desperate whimper escaped his
trembling lips.
 
---
 
Of course, it wasn’t the first time Max had did this. The brunet was very well
known by his friends for getting high and going around forcing himself onto
people. For once, however, he wasn’t high. While he didn’t need to force
himself onto the other, as David would most likely be a very willing victim, he
couldn’t help his sudden burst of sadism let him take complete control of the
situation.
 
Admiring the way the redhead was sniveling and whimpering, he gently ran the
knife down the front of the camper’s chest and to his shorts, where he cut the
button off and pulled on them. The zipper easily came undone and he discarded
them, grabbing them by the rim and yanking them down to Davey’s knees before
pressing his knees down into the boy’s ankles, forcing his legs apart as he
pulled the shorts down and off of the ginger’s legs.

 David was shaking and sniffling and squirming. X couldn’t help but snicker
slightly at the pathetic sight of the camper beneath him. The freckled boy
looked so pathetic as he let out a choked sob, frightened at the knife hovering
above his abdomen, lifting the hem of his shirt until it was up just above his
belly, exposing the pale freckled skin just below his ribcage. Noticing the
strained twitch in the red briefs below his waist, he ran the back of the knife
down to the white rim as the boy tried his hardest to hold his breath and stop
crying.
 
He’s so perfect when he looks so fucking broken.
 
Feeling his heart flutter, the 18 year-old leaned forward and pressed a kiss to
the boy’s belly, trailing them upwards until he pressed a gentle kiss against
the base of his neck and then his chin and finally his lips. “You’re such a
good boy, David… Don’t worry… This is just for show, I would never hurt you,
Baby Boy. I promise.” His red tongue flicked over his lips as his left hand
reached down and palmed at himself through his jeans, forcing a soft grunt out
from his lips.
 
“I’m not gonna hurt you, David. You’re being too much of a Good Boy for me to
that.” The knife trailed lower, the purposefully broken and dulled tip allowing
him to gently press it against the area above the boy’s groin and pull his
briefs down until his member was exposed to the warm summer air. “Can you
promise that you’re gonna be a Good Boy, Davey?”

 A gentle nod accompanied with a quivering bottom lip was the boy’s response as
he hesitantly spread his legs slightly, allowing the counselor to grab the
briefs and pull them off completely. “I can, Max… I promise.” David said with a
quivering lip, trying to keep his legs apart, despite them shaking slightly.
Looking down at Davey with a predatory gaze, Max brought the white rimmed red
briefs up to his face and inhaled slowly as he squeezed himself through his
jeans, giving a soft groan. They smelled like David. They smelled like pine and
sweet spring scents and everything related to nature. Tossing them aside, he
returned his attention to the situation at hand.
 
Yes. He’s so perfect for me.
 
“Perfect.” Max remarked as he undid his belt and button, slowly sliding his
zipper down. David was watching him with somewhat fearful, somewhat curious
eyes as his right hand skillfully moved the black blade of the large pocket
knife down, tracing along the small shaft of the preteen, which made him twitch
slightly. He could have almost laughed at the startled squeak the boy let out
as he carefully watched the knife slide down to his tip and fall flat against
his urethra. The blade smeared Davey’s precum across his tip before Max brought
the blade up to his mouth and ran the side of it gently down his tongue,
smirking open-mouthed at the way the boy flushed and his small member twitched.
 
While none of this was new to Maxwell and he was quite skilled in this, it was
obvious just how new the redheaded boy was to all of this. The counselor
couldn’t help but give a groan at the thought, palming at himself through his
boxer briefs before pulling his thick shaft free from its prison as he looked
down at the small ginger under him with a sadistic smirk plastered on his face.
Stroking himself once, he let the freckled redhead watch the precum gather at
his tip as his breath hitched.
 
The man couldn’t help but drink in the sight of David as the boy shyly hugged
his chest, looking away with a sheepish, embarrassed smile on his face. As
Max’s eyes slowly trailed down, he could see the small trail of red hair that
was beginning to grow on the preteen’s nether region. It stood out from his
sun-kissed skin, but that only added to the appeal as the counselor licked his
lips. The ginger was small, but he was hard already and twitching as he tried
his hardest to keep his legs from closing, obviously trying his best to be a
good boy for Maxwell as he had promised. The camper’s yellow camp shirt risen
halfway up his torso, the rise and fall of the boy’s slender, freckled chest
was easy to see.
 
Max admired the way the small boy’s breath hitched and his chest rose when he
brought the knife back down to the tip of his small, twitching boyhood and
gently pressed the dull tip against his urethra, poking inside slightly as he
smirked. Turning the knife around so the flat back of the blade was facing the
boy’s prick, he gently ran the black blade down the ginger’s shaft to his base,
basking in the small shudders and soft mewls the boy gave at the almost
tickling sensation the knife gave that made his member twitch as he looked up
at Max with teary eyes. Locking eyes with the camper, he gently pulls the knife
away and licked his lips.
 
“Open your mouth for me, Baby Boy.” The brunet said, his eyes glaring down at
David, piercing directly through his heart with an arrow of authority that sent
a shudder down the camper’s spine. Luckily, the redhead did as he was told, and
Max scooted closer, his hips straddling the boy’s chest as he reached down and
gently grabbed a fistful of red hair, his thumb running over David’s forehead
reassuringly as he gently pressed his precum soaked tip against the small pair
of soft pink lips. “Wider, David.” The man’s tone was dark.
 
---
 
The scary tone of his superior’s voice made him shudder slightly before he
obeyed, opening his mouth wider, just enough that the tip of Max’s throbbing,
leaking member could fit inside. He gave a slightly startled grunt as the
appendage slid into his mouth a few inches, almost to the edge of his tongue.
It was difficult not to bite down since it was so large compared to his small
mouth, but he fought the urge, knowing that it would hurt the man.
 
When his boyfriend spoke, Davey felt his member twitch and he blushed
furiously. “Suck, David. Don’t use your teeth. Use your tongue.” Unsure of what
he was doing, he hesitantly suckled lightly, closing one of his eyes while the
other looked up at Max as he gently slid his tongue back and forth on the
underside of the man’s tip and a small part of his shaft. He could feel a
somewhat warm, salty tasting fluid run over his tongue, but he couldn’t
question what it was, as it easily slid down his throat each time he swallowed
the saliva building up in his mouth.
 
He heard a hiss from above him as Max gently tightened his grip in the boy’s
hair and pulled his manhood out an inch or so. “Stop fucking swallowing all the
time, David. Fuck. Just let your spit gather there, it makes it easier for both
of us. Besides, I wanna see what that cute little freckled face of yours looks
like when you’re drooling because I’m shoving my cock down your throat.” The
camper wasn’t sure why, but he felt his member twitch as his lover slid himself
back into his mouth and back down into his throat.
 
Tears pooled in his eyes and he reached up to squeeze the brunet’s thighs as he
felt spit pool in his mouth and his throat contract suddenly, but Max was quick
to pull back before pushing in again, making the boy gag this time as tears
slid down his cheeks now. When the 18 year-old pulled out of his mouth for a
moment, his tongue followed suit, gently lapping at the throbbing tip as the
older man pulled out. He didn’t know why he did that, or why his body was
reacting in such a way, but he couldn’t help the blush that crept up to his
face when he realized that Maxwell’s girthy shaft had forced saliva to slide
out of the corner of his lips. When his forest green eyes flickered shyly
upwards to meet lighter ones, he felt the man’s legs shaking in his grasp when
his tip was licked again.

 “Well, aren’t you just the most eager little slut, Davey?” Max crooned as he
leaned over the boy’s head before gripping his hair tightly and forcing the boy
to lean his head forward as he pushed his hips up into David’s face. The
redhead gave a soft grunt as he tried to relax, swallowing on the man’s shaft
as he felt somewhat short, trimmed pubic hairs tickle his upper lip and the
underside of his nose. He could feel his throat bulging as Max ground his hips
into his face with a soft moan before finally sliding back out, saliva pooling
at the corners of his mouth before following after the intrusion and then
clinging to his lips and chin. His eyes were watery again as the man pushed
back in, sliding deep down into his throat as he gagged slightly, so he had to
close them.
 
When he finally had the coherency to open his eyes again, having adjusted to
the intrusion in his throat much more than before, his gaze flickered up
towards Max as he squeezed the man’s thighs. The brunet had his brows knit in
concentration, looking directly down at David as the redhead easily let his
girthy shaft slide in and out of his throat over and over again, only
occasionally gagging now as he drooled slightly from the saliva that had
gathered in his mouth.
 
With a shaky breath, Max finally pulled out, holding the boy’s head away as the
copper-haired 10 year-old lapped at the slit in his tip, making his legs twitch
again as he slid his legs back down, allowing him to tower over David. The boy
couldn’t help but admire every movement the brunet made, his heart racing in
anticipation each time Max looked over him with that piercing gaze that sent a
shudder down his spine and made his manhood move in the excitement of it all.
All of these new feelings and sensations were getting the better of him and
made him squirm slightly.
 
There was an odd pressure building up in his lower regions that had his body
burning and his prick aching and he wasn’t sure why. His head was spinning and
his jaw hurt and his penis hurt and his body was  burning . Gripping the man’s
shirt, he finally swallowed the feeling in his gut and hesitantly leaned his
head up towards Maxwell’s, closing his eyes as he pressed their lips together
for a brief moment before pulling away, completely embarrassed at what he’d
just done. The redhead went wide-eyed when the man had reached a hand up and
gripped his jaw, squeezing his cheeks hard enough that his mouth was forced
open slightly and X’s tongue reached inside, gently running over Davey’s.
 
Unable to think, Davey hesitantly repeated the action back to the brunet,
hesitantly running his tongue up Max’s until he tasted the soft metal of the
piercing on his tongue. He squeaked and pulled away when he felt something warm
and wet press against his rear, his head spinning from the quick movement. A
hand on his chest gently pressed him back flat against the jacket under him and
he squirmed in anticipation and confusion, looking up at Max. He couldn’t think
enough to figure out what was going on until something wet pressed against his
ring of muscle.
 
“M-... Max?” David looked up at him with fear filled eyes, quivering slightly
as the man merely licked his lips in response, bright green eyes stared down at
him with an emotion the redhead couldn’t pinpoint, but it scared him.
 
“Relax, Baby Boy. This is gonna hurt, but it will go away soon, I promise.
Just-” X’s sentence was interrupted with a quivering breath. “-Don’t hide your
noises from me. Let me hear you.” His tone was soft as he leaned over the boy
and grabbed his wrists in one hand, pinning them above the preteen’s head with
a little bit of force.
 
David felt embarrassingly exposed. His shirt barely covered him anymore, and
his member was hard, aching as it twitched and reached out for Max, begging for
attention. The ginger felt like he was burning up, his body trying to adjust to
all the new sensations being forced onto him. (Not that he minded. Really, he
didn’t.) Feeling his back arch slightly as the man hovered over him and grabbed
his right thigh, bending it upwards and pressing it hard against the covering
and grass beneath them.
 
What’s he doing? It hurts.
 
---
 
Smirking, Max pressed his hips upwards, letting his soaked tip rub teasingly
against David’s unprepared entrance before pressing against it slightly, to
little avail. His tip just barely parted the boy’s ring of muscle when he tried
to force his way in.
 
The brunet admired the way the boy arched his back and whimpered when he tried
to force his way in. He felt himself twitch at the sight of the boy becoming
teary-eyed beneath him. Letting go of the small preteen’s thigh just below the
knee, he gave a slight growl in his voice as he spoke. “Don’t move your leg,
David.”
 
Reaching his hand down to his shaft, he gave a slight huff through his nose and
stroked himself once, squeezing himself rather tightly, forcing precum to
gather at his tip. With a gentle hiss, he pressed himself against David again
and began forcing his way into the boy until his tip popped in with a bit of
difficulty. He throbbed when he heard the soft, slightly broken sob that
escaped from his redheaded victim’s lips.
 
Shit. He’s so fucking tight!
 
As a quivering breath left his lips and Davey arched his back again, Max began
gently pushing through the tightness that separated them, bringing his hand
back down to squeeze the child’s small thigh. Feeling the boy’s hole trying to
squeeze and force him out only pushed him closer to his edge when he heard the
boy cry out slightly in pain, giving a high-pitched yelp. “Max! It hurts!” The
boy’s cries made him ache even more as he gave a labored grunt, pushing his
hips up suddenly, acting out on his impulse of sadism.
 
Max looked down at David as he forced his way into the boy’s tight hole,
basking in the yelps, strangled sobs, and tears that were given to him for his
efforts. Max leaned down, gently kissing the pair of trembling soft pink lips,
letting the redhead adjust slightly as he pressed their foreheads together. A
few moments later, he began pulling his hips back. Regaining his composure with
an unsteady breath, he pulled his head from Davey’s and looked down at the
shaking boy who arched his back with a gasp when he felt the thick member graze
roughly across his prostate.
 
“Oh, fuck. You’re so fucking tight, Baby. Feels so fucking good.” His tone was
unusually compassionate as he forced his way back into the warmth of the boy’s
body with a slight gasp. The counselor could feel the way David’s body shook as
blood welled up around the tear in his hole. Despite this, Max didn’t stop;
pushing into the boy with a bit more force, working him loose around his thick
dick each time he pulled out, letting the boy shake and sob silently under him.
 
Gritting his teeth, he fucked into the preteen with abandon, moving his
throbbing shaft in and out of the boy as fast as he could as he gave an
occasional shuddering moan or labored grunt or groan. His eyes were locked on
David the whole time, gratefully soaking in the way the boy cried softly, tears
streamed down his freckled face, his back arching each time the man forced his
way up against his prostate. The green-eyed counselor was relentless,
constantly forcing his way into the tight tunnel of the boy’s insides, enjoying
the feeling of everything shifting around to make room for him, the way the
boy’s dick twitched each time he painfully pushed his way past the sensitive
prostate. He could see his dick just barely poking out from the boy’s abdomen
each time he drove in to his hilt.
 
Oh my Gods, he looks so fucking broken. He’s so perfect.
 
It wasn’t long before the boy became too easily overstimulated, the force
constantly grinding against his prostate and forcing his back to arch, vision
to blur, his muscles squeezing Max so tight that the man couldn’t drive in or
out of him anymore. Davey came with a scream as his body shook and he gave a
pitiful sob when tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. His orgasm was
unexpected on both ends and suddenly drove X over his edge as he gripped the
boy’s wrists in a bruising grasp and his hips stuttered.
 
“Shit-! David!” Max groaned as he felt himself release inside of the writhing
boy under him, who was sobbing and weakly stuttering the man’s name, begging
him as he came deep inside of the redhead. Begging for what, Max couldn’t hear
as he closed his eyes and grit his teeth, letting his throbbing member shoot
string after string of his seed into the writhing boy. When his orgasm finally
began to dwindle down, his eyes fluttered open as he pulled out of the boy with
a soft gasp, letting himself begin to go soft as he leaned down over David,
releasing his wrists and his leg.
 
The boy was crying softly, his chest rising and falling heavily as Max gently
held him close and pressed gentle and sweet kisses all over his lover’s face,
holding him close and gently stroking the side of his face. “Shh… It’s alright,
Baby Boy. You did such an amazing job. You’re amazing, Davey. You’re such a
great boyfriend.” He gently rubbed the boy’s wrists as he spoke, kissing them.
The gentle affections and attention made the boy giggle, his sobs dying down
now as he hugged Max around the neck.
 
“I- I’m glad you think so, Max! I think- I think you’re a great boyfriend!
That… It… It hurt, but it also felt… Good?” The freckled boy nearly blushed as
bright as his hair as Max gently kissed his forehead, holding him close.
 
He’s perfect.
 
Feeling his heart swell, the counselor gently grabbed the little camper’s legs
and wrapped them around his waist the best he could, pressing gentle little
kisses all across the boy’s face and neck as he held him close. “You’re so
perfect, Davey. I love you so much. You’re such a good little boy. You did so
well.” He smiled when he heard Davey giggling softly under him before bringing
his bruised wrists up to his face, wiping his face off as he sniffled slightly.
 
“Can… Can we do that again soon, Max?” Davey asked shyly, squeezing his legs
the best he could around the brunet’s waist as he averted his gaze from the
man, a sheepish look on his face.
 
Max groaned softly at the thought, smirking as he gently kissed at the boy’s
cheek, holding him close as he gently began trailing a hand down from the boy’s
face to his chest, rubbing the preteen’s warm, smooth belly before he began
letting his hand naturally move down the path towards the boy’s small red pubic
hairs. David gave a soft gasp.
 
“Of course, Baby Boy. Anything for you. Is now okay?” Max couldn’t help but let
his tongue poke out and flicker across his lips in anticipation as his dark
gaze stared back into David’s far too eager one.
End Notes
     I hope you all enjoyed! (To an extent.)
     I hate X so much, yet I love his horrible character. He's an evil man
     who needs to be hit by a car. In the Twisted Camp AU, Max is a rapist
     and has been since he was 15. He's a survivor of years of Sexual
     Abuse at the hands of Cameron Campbell himself, and it's still
     ongoing during the present time of the story. I'll... Start to work
     on that soon? Maybe?
     If you are having pedophilic thoughts or fantasies and fear you may
     have trouble controlling them, I strongly urge you to get help. You
     may not be able to change your attraction, but you are able to learn
     how to control yourself around minors and learn how to be a better
     person. When you love children, you help them by making yourself the
     better person. You are not a monster for your attraction, but you are
     if you act out on said attraction.
     See you all soon!
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