Unsurprisingly, Blue's pleas went unheeded for a long while, Lofgren seeming to prefer stretching out the minutes as long as he possibly could. Eventually, the sharp pain gave way to a sort of throbbing ache, and then a numbness in Blue's backside as his rapist continued to pound into him over, and over, and over. Blue desired to try to crawl away again, to dig his nails into the grass and dirt and pull with all his strength, but Lofgren's hold on him never seemed to let up, and his arms began to shake with exhaustion after what felt like hours of unrelenting thrusting. Just as Blue was about to allow his arms to collapse and let Lofgren run his face into the ground, he felt a shift in Lofgren's movements.<br/><br/><i>Finally</i>, Blue thought, wincing and letting out a soft mewl as Lofgren's nails pierced his flesh. Once Lofgren came he would have no more use for the boy. Hopefully, he would toss Blue aside and leave him out in the cold, naked and alone. Although Blue had promised to stay, he had no intention of keeping that promise. He knew Lofgren would find him regardless, at which point he would either fuck him forcefully again or kill him for his disobedience, but Blue could not content himself with just waiting for the beast to return. He would continue to crawl toward the campsite, toward home, no matter what Lofgren put him through. Blue didn't want to die, and if he had to acquiesce to Lofgren's demands to stave off what Blue imagined to be a violent temper, he would. Somewhat. But he wasn't going to give up completely. He couldn't.<br/><br/>There was something incredibly strange about Lofgren's orgasm, something that didn't feel right. Blue cried out as Lofgren's knot entered him, tying them together. He didn't understand what was happening to him, and trying to get another glimpse of Lofgren over his shoulder offered no answers. He knew, however, when Lofgren finally released himself, as he felt the distinctive pulsing of Lofgren's cock and the foreign feeling of semen being pumped into him. Blue had only ever let other men fuck him if they were wearing condoms, so while he knew what it felt like to have someone ejaculate inside of him, he never quite knew what it was like to feel someone else's bodily fluids coat his insides. He had always imagined having unprotected sex for the first time would be highly erotic and extremely intimate, with a man he felt a deep connection with, perhaps even loved. But Lofgren didn't afford him that opportunity, and now Blue would always remember his first time feeling someone come inside of him, uninhibited, like this, with pain overwhelming Blue's lithe body and he at Lofgren's mercy.<br/><br/>Blue grunted as Lofgren dropped his weight on top of him, his arms collapsing underneath him, unable to hold both him and Lofgren up. The larger male didn't seem to mind, and Blue shivered as he felt him licking his wounds. Blue began to try and gently wiggle himself away from Lofgren now that the man was finished, but he felt a strange pressure inside of him. Lofgren's cock should have just slipped out but it felt like there was something<i>there, </i>keeping them locked together. Although he only mildly listened to Lofgren's instructions to keep still, he froze when he felt strong fingers wrap around his wrist and even more weight put on his body. Another whimper escaped Blue's trembling lips, and he tried to wiggle again, but doing so elicited a discomfort inside of him that he couldn't place.<br/><br/>"What's happening?" he whined, his eyes beginning to burn again as new, fresh tears accumulated and began the slow trickle down his stained cheek. "Why can't I move? What have you done to me?"