26 World Without Emotions

He wanted more. He wanted something much bigger and warmer in him. The thought of having to wait for Steve to get an erection was torture. He found his penis with his hand and caressed it. He was pleased to find that it hardens quickly.

"Are you in such a hurry?"

What could he say? To deny? Admit? He couldn't get a word out so he let his body speak for itself. Though he only had a finger in him, his hips moved invitingly.

"Damn you, you're too sexy."

Steve set him down on the cool, hard ground and quickly pulled off his pants, underpants and boots. He spread his legs apart. It was in that exact position that he first took it that night, but then it was a soft, comfortable bed. It didn't matter. The most important thing was that even now tough manhood was making its way inside him - brazenly and aggressively.

"Ah! It hurts…" he complained.

"You wanted it yourself."

Yes, he did. Martin pursed his lips as he tried to bear the pain of Paxton's huge penis pushing through him.

For some reason, Steve slowed down allowing his body to adapt to the alien body. Martin didn't understand why it happened, but he was grateful. He wanted to be taken by Paxton, but his body was still not adapted to receive a man, so too much strength was still unpleasant when entering.

"You're so tight," Steve said, "like you're only doing it when you're with me."

'Because it is,' Martin thought silently. Why would Steve think otherwise?

Steve's movements became freer and thus faster and more intense. The pleasure he vented through the sounds made through his mouth grew in Martin. A hot, foreign object that made its way through his interior, irritating each sensitive point, was like a flame devouring his entire being. And yet it was still not enough.

"Harder," he groaned, not believing he had actually dared to utter the word.

This time, Steve obeyed his request. The impulse of his blows was so powerful that Martin felt a pain in his abdomen.

"Oh!!!" He shouted, summoning another powerful thrust. Pain and discomfort mingled with the pleasure surrounding him more and more.

It happened so fast that Martin didn't notice when Steve flung him onto his stomach and pulled his ass up so that Martin wouldn't scrub his penis against the ground. Steve was coming into him now from behind with an impact that almost forced Martin to the ground. He was coming out of it completely and before his ass could close, he was rubbing again. Martin bit his lip and squirmed alternately groaning and screaming in pleasure. Every sound he made made Steve come in harder.

"I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you. There is no one I enjoy sex as much, as with you."

Martin was close to tears, from pain, excitement and joy. Being in this man's arms was the greatest happiness he had known in his not so long life.

"More…" he begged, although he had the impression that in a moment his body would not stand the pleasure and would explode. "More…"

Martin did not believe it would be possible, but Steven actually sped up and his cock went even deeper.

"Ah ... aaaaaaa ... Ugh ... no more ... I can't ..."

It was true. His sex-battered body has reached its limit. His breathing was so heavy that his lungs begged for air. The heart was racing as if it were racing on a track. His penis was so swollen and hot he could almost feel the semen bubbling up inside him.

"Already ... I already ..."

Steve's hand made a few short, jerky movements and Martin's penis exploded. At the same time, a hot wave of sperm flooded the inside of his ass.

They both fell to the ground.

'We came together!' It quivered in Martin's mind. He felt drunk with happiness. He thought he was going to pass out in a moment, but he didn't. Breathing hard, he felt Steve slide out of him. Suddenly he felt fear overwhelm him.

'Do not leave me!!!' He desperately pleaded in his mind, but was too weak to say the thoughts aloud. All he could do was turn on his side and look for Steve.

His lover was sitting by the wall with one knee bent and was lighting a cigarette. He wasn't looking at him, just somewhere in space.

He didn't leave, Martin was relieved, and only then did he allow himself to close his eyes. But even when he did, he had Steve Paxton's wonderfully beautiful face under his eyelids.

Steve promised himself to be a better person. He really promised it and he even tried, but now he felt like the last asshole.

He did it again. Again he couldn't resist the temptation and without asking for permission he took Martin for himself. He knew how immoral and mean he had acted, but there was some kind of magnesium in Martin, which attracted him, taking away the remnants of his mind.

Martin was gentle and warm. This gentleness and warmth emanated from him, touching his surroundings. When they touched Steve, the driver felt as if his black, torn heart was being bandaged. The difference was so great that Paxton couldn't help but want to have more of that warmth to himself. Martin's skin, his scent, the sound of his voice as Steve caressed him were like a sorcerer's spell that robbed Paxton of all reason, leaving only an endless desire. And only Martin could quench that thirst.

This time, Martin was willing and cooperative. His "no" was weak and wobbly like an aspen leaf, but his hands, mouth, and ass were facing Paxton in some incomprehensible hunger. Taking him, Steve felt like he was dealing with two creatures, a shy, pure virgin and a lascivious man hiding inside her.

Martin had a girlfriend, and yet Steve forced him to embrace him. Today the boy no longer resisted, he was eager to meet him. Does that mean Martin has changed? Did Martin want this change?

A tiny spark of hope lit up in Steve's heart, but he quenched it immediately. He was not allowed to hope that this young mechanic might have anything other than resentment or disgust towards him. He was not allowed to dream or wish for even a little warm feeling. Nobody could give it to him voluntarily. That's why he stole them, brazenly and brutally.

Why did Martin not only stop defending himself, but start reaching out to him?

Steve knew he still owed him an apology. But it seemed his guilt grew bigger every day. Jack Lambert was right, Paxton confused the young mechanic's life and mind so much that the boy didn't know how to behave or what to think.

Was Hannah in a similar condition? Did Steve make her think that she was more to him than his little sister? He never got to ask her about it.

Today Hannah was alone. Paxton knew what hours her mother came in and he tried not to come to the hospital at the same hours. Not because he avoided a woman, but because that way Hannah could spend less time alone. Medical staff and volunteers also came at regular times, so he could avoid them too if he wanted to. Usually he tried to do that. He didn't like meeting strangers when he visited Hannah.

At this time of day, Hannah was lying on her back. She had always been petite, but now, in a coma, she lost weight. After three years, the girl looked as if she hadn't aged an hour, but slightly shrunk.

Steve walked over to her bed.

"Hello, Hannah," he said, taking her hand and trying to smile.

There was a theory that coma patients could hear when someone was talking to them. Some awakened people admitted that they had heard their loved ones, others did not confirm it. Maybe it depended on how deep the coma was? Paxton wasn't a doctor, he didn't know anything about these things, but if there was a slightest possibility that a girl could hear him, he wanted her to hear only kind, warm words.

"You know, Hannah, today is a beautiful day. It got a little bit chilled at night, but still warm and sunny in a day. You would surely like it. When you wake up, I'll take you for a spin. You have to finally see the track I'm training up close. "

Steve hoped her hand would twitch. If Hannah loved him and heard his words, she should react to his promise. Hannah's hand remained still and limp, however.

It's nothing, he told himself, managing a smile. Hannah is just deeply asleep. He squeezed her hand a little tighter. He knew one day she would respond to his touch.

This is, however, in the future. The here and now really mattered.

"Today I brought you a Yeats," Steve said, taking a small book of poetry from his pocket. "I remember you particularly liked that one poem. I like it too. I remember we both watched this movie together. A world where there are no emotions ... "

Steve's voice trailed off. For him, a world without emotions would be a beautiful world. A world without emotions is a world without remorse and pain.