Degrading a bottom b*tch [Ex-Boyfriend]

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You know, I'd prefer it if we met up in situations that didn't involve me treating your wounds. You don't have to get in a whole bar fight just to come and see me. Yeah, yeah, you didn't start it, whatever.

I'm just saying that people who don't start things don't get stitches as often as you do. I give you a punch card for every visit, but you're already getting my services for free, so. ..

Don't give me that look. Yeah, you're giving me that look. You're giving me that, I-don't-wanna-owe-you-anything look.

You don't, you know? Not for hours, because. ..

Well, I still love you, I guess. Not because I want something from you. Don't roll your eyes at the person patching you up.

I don't like saying embarrassing stuff as much as you hate hearing them, but. .. I'm really worried about you.

Even getting hurt more. .. And more.

.. Not that your previous frequency was any more normal. But.

.. Are. ..

Are you alright? No. Are you okay? Are you alright? The real answer.

.. Whatever. Almost done.

Okay. If I let you go now, you're not gonna go looking for more trouble, are you? Promise me.

No, I'm not letting you out of here until you promise me. I'm not letting go of your hand until you can look me in the eyes. ..

And promise me you're not gonna go looking to get in another fight. I can patch you up so many times, you know, now, but. ..

There are some things I might not be able to fix. I know. I know you're tough.

That doesn't mean it's okay for you to get hurt just because you're tough. And. ..

It doesn't make it any easier to sew you up, you know? I. ..

I don't like seeing you like this. I miss when I could look at you without a bandage on your hands and sutures on your head. I.

.. I miss you. And.

.. I know that you don't see me that way. But, you know, the least you could do is stay away.

Spare me the sight of seeing you all roughed up like this. It's. ..

It's really fucked, the way you use me. And. ..

I don't mind her. I guess I tell myself I don't mind, but. ..

At least try to do it less. For me, at least try to get hurt less. You don't have to date me out of pity or pay me back for helping you all the time.

Just promise me you're not going to get hurt again tonight. Just promise me that you'll text me every once in a while, so I don't have to worry about whether you're even alive or not. It's not a good feeling, you know? Every time I get to see you, it's always like this.

You know what I mean by always like this. It's never been different. So look me in the eyes.

And promise me. And promise me. No.

I meant what I said. I'm not letting you out of here unless you can look me in the eyes. And promise me.

You're. .. You're not in any condition to fight anyway.

Look at you. You're usually strong enough to overpower me, and now you can't even wrestle your arm free from my grip. So.

.. Let you go? Of course I won't.

I don't want to. If I have to hold you down all night, I will. And don't underestimate me.

Don't underestimate me just because I'm a doctor, okay? We both grew up knowing how to fight. And I'm not going to let you do this to yourself.

I'm not going to let you do this to me. Not again. So please.

Please stop. Please stop fighting back. Just.

.. Stop pushing up against me. Just.

.. Just stay. Just once.

I can. .. I'll even let you.

.. I'll even take you back to my house. Just.

.. Just let me hold you like I used to. Like we were still living together in that dinky old apartment building.

And I know, okay? I know it's fucking pathetic. I know it's sad.

I know I'm clingy. I know, I know, I know, I know. Okay? I can't help it, okay? I can't.

.. I can't protect you the way that you protected me. I mean, how long has it been? A decade since you fought off those bullies for me? A decade.

A decade later and still. All I get to do. ..

All I've ever done is patch you up afterwards. And I'm tired of it. Really tired of it.

And I'm tired of seeing you this way. No. Don't look at me like that.

Stop. Don't do this. Don't do it.

No. Please. Please.

This isn't what I want. I mean it. I can't do it.

I can't just fuck and forget. I'm not gonna do it. Oh.

This. .. This isn't.

.. I'm not gonna be used like this. Stop.

You. .. You know I can't say no to you.

So I'm asking you, please. If you. ..

If you ever. .. Even just for a little bit, love me.

Don't push me, okay? I'm not your stupid fucking gigolo. I'm your ex.

I'm your ex that's still madly in love with you and I know you don't love me now. I know you don't. So don't make me feel like you still can't.

.. Fuck. Fine then.

Fuck you too. If you don't want to get fucked so bad, I'm gonna make you fucking earn it. You think you can just waltz into my fucking life and mess with my head again? Well, fuck you.

Fuck you too. Come on, spread your fucking legs and give up that whore ass. You want this dick that bad? Is that gonna make you feel better? Yeah? Yeah? Then take it like a fucking man-tough guy.

No lube. No prep, motherfucker. Fucking bitch-ass boy.

Acting all fucking tough, but in bed you just take anything up the ass, right? Any dick is good enough, yeah? Mine's not good enough? One's not good enough for you? Then you don't mind if I just fuck you how I like, right? Just shut your bitch-fucking mouth so the nurses don't hear you, okay? Yeah.

Oh, not so fucking tough now, are you? Oh, I see you biting into the pillow. My dick's so good.

You have to hold on to the bed just to keep quiet while I plow your little fucking cunt? Yeah? I bet you fucking miss this.

Oh, whore. Oh, fuck. Oh, miss the feeling of getting rough-fucked until your hips had my handprints on them? Yeah? Or do you have fun pretending to be a top? But I bet you have more fun letting me fuck your hole, don't you? Which is it? Come on.

Hey, hey, gay boy. I asked you a question. I asked you if you like taking it up the ass more than giving it.

Oh, fuck, yeah. You do, don't you? Yeah, you do.

Fucking punk-ass bitch. Oh, you fucking bitch. You stupid little fucking man-whore with your loose fucking boy-cunt.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, yeah.

Oh, God. Get up. Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up on your fucking knees. I'm not pulling you out. I'm not stopping.

Come on, get up while I'm still fucking you. That's fucking right. Just rest your back on my chest.

You know what's coming, don't you, baby? I'm gonna spank your nuts, your thighs, your cock. I'm gonna spank you until you've got all my pent-up anger dealt down on you.

Because I'm so sick of you. I'm sick of you. And if you're gonna get fucking hurt, I might as well be the fucking one doing it, huh? Now, what did I tell you earlier? To keep your mouth quiet.

So keep your gay little ass fucking screams to yourself. Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Be quiet. Come on, be quiet. You wouldn't want to get gossiped by a nurse, would you? To get caught by a woman while you're getting your ass plowed by another man, yeah? Yeah? Why would you be so shameless? Because that would be embarrassing, right? It would be embarrassing getting fucked like a sex toy, huh? Oh, fuck.

So be a good boy for once. Oh, and stay quiet. Stay quiet while I fuck you.

Oh, and manhandle your nuts. Oh, I'm gonna massage all the cum out of them and rub them all over your hair and your face so that you can smell what a little fucking whore you are. Yeah? Did that turn you on? Fucking toe-crinkling, gay-ass bottom bitch.

Oh, I'm gonna fuck you until you cum so hard you almost piss yourself. Fucking fairy boy thinks he can put up a fight, huh? Yeah? Where's that fucking fighting spirit, huh? Look at you.

Oh, yeah? You want my fucking fingers to try and keep quiet? You dirty little fucking bitch.

Oh, fuck. I can feel your fucking drool trickling down my wrists. You like it that much? You like the taste of my fingers that much, huh, you fucking fairy? Yeah? Gag on them, then.

Shove them deep inside your fucking mouth until I can feel the back of your fucking throat. Oh, God, yeah, you fucking naughty little fairy. Oh, you're making a mess.

Oh, you're a fu-.