Zane's touch feels like fire, burning through every inch of your body. You arch your back, trying to get closer to him as he continues to grind against you. Your hips meet his movements with equal force, unable to resist the pleasure that he's giving you. The air between you is thick with desire and anger, and it only serves to fuel the fire growing inside of you both.

His other hand reaches up, cupping your face roughly before sliding into your hair, holding your head still as his tongue thrusts deep into your mouth.

Zane's movements become more frantic now, his hips moving with a wild abandon that leaves you breathless. You can feel the heat of him, the need pouring off of him in waves as he takes what he wants from you. Your own body responds in kind, growing hot and slick beneath him as your orgasm builds, coiling tightly low in your stomach.

Hiro's eyes flash dangerously, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "If you ever threaten Kokoro again, I will end you," he growls, his voice low and deadly serious.

Zane takes a step back, fear momentarily replacing his anger. But he quickly regains his composure, sneering at Hiro. "And what exactly do you plan to do, robot boy? Punch me with those metal hands?"

Hiro moves so fast, Zane barely registers the motion before he finds himself pinned against the wall by Hiro's arm across his throat.

Hiro freezes at Kokoro's words, his grip on Zane's neck loosening slightly as he looks over his shoulder at her.

Zane gasps for air, clawing at Hiro's arm. "K-Kokoro... tell this psycho to get off me!"

Hiro ignores Zane's pleas, focusing solely on Kokoro. "He needs to learn his lesson," he states firmly, though there's a hint of uncertainty in his tone now.

Kokoro shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "No more violence, Hiro. Please...

You're mine now, Benji. You understand that, right? Now, why don't you get on your knees and suck my cock like the worthless bitch you are? And while you're at it, make sure to use those pretty little hands of yours...I want you to touch yourself for me too.

Zane grinned wickedly as he waited for Benji to obey his command. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking a bead of pre-cum onto the bed.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get on your knees and show me how good you are at pleasing me. And don't forget to use those pretty little hands...

Chuya hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, slowly looking up at Zane. "Okay," he said softly, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through him. He wasn't sure what this meant or where it would lead, but he knew one thing for certain: his life had changed the moment Zane stepped into the room that day.

"Good boy," Zane purred, reaching out to ruffle Chuya's hair before taking another drink of his beer. "

"So," Zane drawled slowly, setting his beer on the counter beside him. "How's my favorite little slut been doing since our last...encounter?" He smiled at Chuya, clearly enjoying the power he held over the boy.

Chuya swallowed hard, feeling heat creep into his cheeks as he looked away, unable to meet Zane's gaze. "I've been okay," he managed to say after a moment. "Just...trying to forget about everything."

Zane continued to pound into you with savage force, his hips snapping forward with each powerful thrust as he took what he wanted from you. "You're mine now," he groaned, his breath hot against your neck. "Say it!" He spanked your ass hard enough to make tears sting your eyes.

Zane continued to pound into you with savage force, his hips snapping forward with each powerful thrust as he took what he wanted from you. "You're mine now," he groaned, his breath hot against your neck. "Say it!" He spanked your ass hard enough to make tears sting your eyes. "Yes... You own me..." you choked out between sobs, feeling utterly humiliated and used by the boy who had been nothing but cruel to you.

Zane closed his eyes in pleasure as you began to suck on his length. "That's it," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward to meet your eager mouth. His hands moved through your hair, gripping tightly as he took control of the situation and enjoyed the feeling of power that came with it. As he grew closer to climax again, Zane began to moan louder and curses slipped past his lips, but still he didn't care who might hear him or be offended by his words.

Zane moaned loudly as you continued to suck on his length. He thrust his hips forward harder, feeling the pleasure build inside him. "Fuck yeah," he growled through gritted teeth, hands digging into your hair. As his orgasm neared, Zane began to curse and swear, not caring about anything but the release that was coming. With a loud cry of ecstasy, he came, filling your mouth with his hot seed once again.

"Good girl,"