The man grabbed the boy by the wrist, his grip firm and unrelenting. Without hesitation, he yanked the boy closer, pulling him directly into the crook of his arm. The boy’s face was pressed tightly against the man’s armpit, the musky warmth engulfing him instantly.
The boy didn’t resist; he let his head sink deeper into the hold, his breathing shallow as the oppressive scent surrounded him. The man shifted slightly, adjusting his arm to press the boy’s face even harder against the sweat-dampened skin.
Holding him there, the man leaned back against the bedframe, his other hand firmly gripping the boy’s neck to keep him in place. The boy remained motionless, passively receiving the smother, his eyes fluttering shut as the dominance of the moment weighed on him.
Without a word, the man released him briefly, only to shift his position. He shoved the boy flat onto the bed, sliding forward to sit on his chest. The boy stared up at him, silent, as the man grabbed his arms, pinning them beneath his knees.
Lowering his armpit back over the boy’s face. The boy inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling beneath the man’s weight, accepting the punishment without resistance.
The smother continued, relentless and overpowering, until the man finally shifted again, satisfied with the boy’s obedience. The boy remained still, his submission absolute, waiting for whatever came next.
