A Sex Scene between Ellis and Nick

Ellis held his breath behind a nervous grin as Nick clasped the last leather strap in place. The young Southerner felt like speaking up and backing down, unaware that Nick was going to take their bet this seriously until now. Nick simply remained quiet, staring down the boy with starving eyes and letting the myriad of leather straps across his chest and the tight chaps tell just how rough things were going to get.

The drifter strode to Ellis with cool casino swagger, the leather creaking against his barely toned body and tug at the little bit of leg hair he had. Ellis tried to keep the screams and mayhem outside the saferoom in the back of his mind and put on the most confident smirk he could fake. Keith had told him people like Nick didn't really exist, but here was one with a fist full of his favorite car fixing shirt and a firm erection pressing into his navel.

Ellis felt his hands tremble and give up his big boy facade as Nick shoved him into the kitchen counter behind him. As the clinks of metal rings keeping the dull black leather together struck a terror in the meek kid, Nick spread a sadistic grin that gave away his hand of perversions once more. Ellis' smirk melted into real shock as he clumsily knocked a frying pan off the counter when trying to find his balance against the table. The hard clang of the gritty iron on the floor tiles made the boy's tight heart jump a few beats and forced him to let a soft, short gasp out to run against Nick's hard stubble and fierce grimace. The gambler was close enough to Ellis' trembling lips to risk kiss them, but instead tightly closed his hand around them, digging the tips into his lower jaw.

Muggy sweat as if from Louisiana's murkiest swamps began to drip down Ellis' face as Nick twisted his hand to push the southern boy's face up away from him, a sharp crack of Ellis' neck vibrating up his tense arm as he did. Nick grit his teeth as he bent Ellis' back against the boy's will, the spine popping and snapping from the slow build of pressure against it. The southern lad shut his eyes tight as a bit of sweat entered the edge of his eye. His knuckles whitened with the effort he was putting towards resisting Nick's forceful double down before his elbows finally folded under the pressure and his body went lax on the counter.

Ellis' desperate gasp was strangled silent under the drifter's grip before the hand finally let his jaw loose. With the gentle cress usually reserved for drawing a card, Nick traced a line down the southern boy's jugular before once again clenching a fist around the neck of his shirt. Nick's arm muscles tensed, contracted, and stretched under the heated leather as he tore the shirt right off of Ellis' torso, exposing the holy white skin and flat, undeveloped muscle underneath.

Ellis sucked a sharp breath in from between his teeth as Nick once again traced his fingers over his body with uncharacteristic grace as they trailed their way down to his large belt buckle. Nick felt a bit of sweat trickle down him too once his hands began to work at the southern boy's belt and they twitched with the anticipation of another big bet paying off in spades. With a hard clink, the buckle came loose and Ellis felt shamefully exposed and afraid. Sinful slowness marked the gambler's movements as he freed the pants button, undo the zipper tooth by tooth, and slide the denim off in one smooth motion. Tears began to well up in Ellis' bloodshot eyes once his underwear was on display like a trout for Nick to greedily eye. Only the groans of the infected outside remained to distract him.

Nick upped the ante and flipped Ellis over by his shoulder with the quick, rough force of drunkenly turning a bad table over. Ellis winced as his pink nipples pressed against the cold counter. Nick kept one hand pressed into the small of the meek kid's back, while the other pulled down the light brown underwear around Ellis' hips. Ellis wanted to hold himself in his clammy, thin arms once he felt the sticky, hot leather of the chaps press onto the sides of the small butt cheeks and the burning erection slide into the crevice around the hole.

Ellis couldn't do anything besides draw short, strained breaths into his stress-weakened lungs as Nick began to finally cash in on the sexual tension he had built up. With a firm press of his crotch and hands opening Ellis' cheeks wide, Nick forced his pulsing cock head into the taut ring that Ellis tried to keep safe for someone else. Ellis cried out worse than any infected could beat out of him and the horde outside only tried to reach into the kitchen with even greater violent intent stirring for the southern innocent. The meek boy made empty gasps for air as the leather scratched against his sensitive skin and Nick pushed just an inch more of his thick penis into him.


Nick felt a groan rumble in his stubble-laden throat as just a few inches more of his penis struggled to seep into Ellis. The purple veins inside the shaft throbbed and raged in the southern boy's intestines as he clasped a hand over his mouth to keep from vomiting. Ellis felt his freezing nipples were going to tear as they dragged over the counter top; the leather-clad gambler behind him started to thrust his way in and out of his anus. Ellis whimpered a friend's name as sweltering tears began to pour over his sweat-slicked face as his insides began to burn from the friction forced on them. He wanted it to end now, the rape, the infected invasion, or his life. He just wanted one last night with Keith above all else.

Nick dug his fingernails deep into the skin of Ellis' buttocks around then; with one last thrust pushing in as far as it could trespass. Nick betrayed a gasp of pleasure as he began to feel himself spurt gob after gob of bitter, off-white sperm into the southern boy, thoroughly wrecking his lower intestine with the sticky fluid. Without a hint of swagger, Nick pulled out of the messy, open hole and tucked his dwindling erection into a tight leather thong before putting on his proper casual attire.

He lit a cigarette without a word to Ellis below him, the lighter casting chaotic shadows over the rape scene before snuffing out.