Sebastian had been twelve when he had first realized he like boys. I mean, how could he not. Perfectly sculptured hard bodies, muscles moving under skin deep resonant voices. How could girls ever compare?

He had been thirteen when he came out of the closet and his parents sent him to study in Paris. Maybe it had been meant as a punishment, maybe he was supposed to reconsider his sexuality but Paris had been amazing. Nobody cared he was gay in Paris, love is love and sex is sex. There was always another young boy willing to experiment and rub up against him and always an older guy to whisper in his ear the secret knowledge their years had gained them.

He was fifteen when he received his first blowjob. He had lost his virginity later that year. He had not like it, it was not what he had wanted. He did not like the boy moving in and out of him trying to stroke his dick into responding. No, that was not what he had wanted at all. He loved the thought of those strong men underneath him. He waned to feel their strength. Wanted to overcome their strength and rule them. He wanted to make them scream as he fucked them.

It was close to his sixteenth birthday when he had discovered something that made his blood boil. That made his orgasms intense. That left a feeling of power in him that was addictive. It had been a dodgy Swedish movie, late at night. He had stared transfixed as the men fought, one struggling under the other, then he had finally screamed. It had been to dark to see what was going on but Sebastian knew... he knew the man had been forced. T felt weird as he stroked his dick remembering the brief images, imagining what that would feel like to be that man on top. But despite the weirdness the orgasm had shook him to his very core. He had almost past out. From that moment on that was it for him. He quickly found that their were other things on the internet. Sites with faked rapes, fiction, websites with other people who felt the same way.

Six months later and he found somebody who wanted him. Jac flirted mercilessly with him. So one day in the library he bent over and whisper in his ear what he would like to do with him. How he would like to throw him onto the bed and tie him up and pound him, without preparation, without lube, without ceremony. Jac had looked at him with wide eyes then given a shaky nod. Perhaps he had not realized how serious Sebastian was, perhaps he had that infinite sexual openness and willingness to experiment that all Europeans seemed to have. The sex had not been exactly what Sebastian had wanted, Jac was too willing, he pretended to struggle when Sebastian demanded it but not hard enough, he was not fighting him. The push and the drag and the tightness of his hole though was delightful, and he did scream, and he did cry afterwards. Sebastian had placed a small kiss onto his shoulder.

"You can't complain. You let me do this. You wanted this. And if you tell anybody then they'll know you're just as fucked up as I am."

There had been nothing like it afterwards. A few more blowjobs which Sebastian kind of liked, but nothing that really took the edge of his strange hunger.

Then he was home, in America, and wasn't that boring. The little town which hated gays and only had one sad little gay bar. Even at Dalton the boys were nothing like the ones in Paris. They were gay or straight, they did not want to experiment. They wanted relationships and not sex. Boring, boring, boring. But then he had heard about the fight club. Oh he could never let himself join in, much to dangerous. He may give in to temptation. He could just imagine the looks of these stuck up haughty prigs if they watched him pin down and fuck a tight ass in front of them. Instead he watched and wanked afterwards. He also heard awed whispers of another ex fight club member. A strong and feisty Blaine who had so much anger and frustration in him. Sebastian love hearing stories of this boy. He would fight him, he would give him what he needed. He joined the Warblers to hear more stories and then... one day he got to meet him. E was beautiful. Prim and proper and charming but with perfectly outlined muscles under his jumper, perfect round ass covered by his slacks. This was the boy Sebastian wanted.

Except he had a boyfriend. Sebastian tried to flirt with him, tried to entice him, promised him that he could give him things he bet his boyfriend could not but Blaine was in love and that sucked. Then, worse, Sebastian got to meet him, the boyfriend Kurt. He was not beautiful, his muscles were wiry, he was slim and feminine, his voice was high, his cheek flushed. He was the opposite of the dark brooding type Sebastian loved. He was wrong, very wrong. He had to get him away from Blaine.

He waited for months. It hurt to wait for months. Sebastian wanted Blaine so much. He wanted that body fighting against him, he wanted to hear that fine voice break. He had tried to injure Kurt, he had wanted to hurt him but it had backfired the slushie had hit Blaine. Blaine had screamed and it had been so so good he had come dozens of times imaging that scream. But now Blaine would not talk to him. He was angry, he was frustrated, and reginals were the last straw.

Kurt had been his first. He was not as Blaine would be. He fought but he did not throw everything into the fighting. He did not even hit him. Kurt was lacking in something, some sort of violent instinct. His voice when he screamed had been gruffer than he had expected though. And he had screamed a lot. There was only one thing that bothered Sebastian, he had not looked in his eyes. He could not see the fear in those eyes or the hurt. Kurt did have those innocent bright blue eyes that Sebastian had just wanted to break the first time he had seen it but he couldn't. He knew from the websites that most people who were like him loved to see the pain and panic in other peoples eyes. For Sebastian it felt wrong. For the first time in years he felt as if there was something wrong with him. He hated it. He hated Kurt for making him feel this way. He got up from his bed and grabbed his phone.

I love how you scream.

I can't wait to see you again.

How's Blaine? Have you told him he's not the only one whose got to fuck your ass.

Admit it, you can't stop thinking about me.

Is my cum still dripping out your ass?

You'll never be able to forget.

Do your parents know what a little whore you are?

You know what I'm going to do next time? Next time I'll make you cum. I'll make you hate yourself for feeling pleasure with the pain. I'll make you like it. I'll make you break. I don't care how long it takes. And then I'm going after Blaine.

Sebastian just kept texting, every half hour for the rest of the night. He smiled every time he hit the send button.