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“Don’t you fucking dare.” Carl sneered exasperatedly, squirming under Negan’s hold on him.
“What are ya gonna do about it, kid?”
“I’m going to scream as loud as I can you fucking pervert.” Carl snapped at him and Negan chuckled darkly, the boy was such a badass it made his dick even harder. Negan had him pinned down and he kissed and licked at Carl’s eye socket, getting it nice and wet. Carl cringed at the feeling of Negan’s wet tongue on his scar but there wasn’t any pain, not yet at least. Carl gulped nervously. Negan was now in his boxers and he wondered how he had gotten his clothes off so fast, his head was spinning with fear and anticipation of whatever the fuck was about to happen.
Negan pulled his dick out of his boxers and Carl used this as a chance to try and get up off of the bed, but Negan caught him and pushed him down against it.
“Fucking stop, kid, you’re gonna make this shit so much worse.” Negan said. He had his dick out and Carl was absolutely mortified, he couldn’t even imagine the pain Negan was about to put him through.
Negan placed a hand on Carl’s neck, gently pushing against his windpipe as some sort of threat.
“Move and I’ll fucking do it, I swear to god.”
Carl whimpered pathetically, his eye widening as Negan lined his cock up with Carl’s eye socket, the mangled mess of his face making Negan even harder, if that was possible.
Negan pushed his dick against the scar, trying to ram it into Carl’s eye socket as best as he could.
“NO!” Carl immediately let out a blood-curdling scream, feeling immense amounts of pain as his skin was basically ripped apart, blood quickly trickling down his face. It was warm and wet and it felt so good on Negan’s cock, the perfect form of lubricant.
Negan let out a groan as he kept a hand on Carl’s throat, the threat lingering over his head like a bad dream. Negan fucked into the socket, going as deep as he possibly could and blood gushed out, coating his dick in a crimson red.
Carl screamed again, the pain was unimaginable and he suddenly wished he had killed Negan that day that him and Jesus paid the Sanctuary a visit. He was close to passing out, blood gushing down his face and into his mouth, the coppery taste making him gag. He let out groans of pain and he was crying now, tears mixing in his mouth with the blood and it was disgusting. Negan took his blood-soaked cock out of the hole and then jammed it back in, he couldn’t even fit his dick all the way without probably actually hitting Carl’s skull, and he didn’t want to kill him. Not today at least, not when he could spend more time with Carl as his little bitch . When he thrusted his dick back into the socket Carl screamed again, and Negan moved his hand from Carl’s throat to clap it over his mouth instead.
“Shut up, jesus, kid. You’re louder than all my wives put together.” He chuckled sadistically and then groaned again, finding a good rhythm with his thrusts. Blood covered Carl’s face and now Negan’s hand and it was dripping onto the bed.
“Goddamnit, kid, I swear I’m gonna make you clean this up later.”
After he said it, Negan realized that Carl’s body had skipped over the shock part of the pain and he was passed out now, his small figure completely limp. Negan chuckled again, removing the hand from Carl’s mouth and grabbing his head with both hands so he could fuck into the eye socket easier.
Moans and groans filled the room as Negan continued to fuck the hole in his head, he loved to see Carl passed out like this, so vulnerable and easy to take advantage of.
At the same time, Negan wished that Carl was awake so he could hear his useless and pathetic attempts at trying to get help, his loud whimpers of pain, and to see him crying like a little bitch.
“Fuck,” Negan breathed out, his heart racing at the sight of the gore, feeling pangs of ecstasy wash over him. He was already close because of the pure cruelty that he had inflicted on the poor boy, feeling his orgasm build in his stomach. After a few minutes of thrusting, he came inside of Carl’s destroyed eye socket with a loud grunt.
“Fuck, kid, I wish you were awake so you could look in the mirror.” He said to no one but himself, pulling out of Carl’s socket and wiping his dick on Carl’s shirt, which was also covered in blood. The room smelled coppery and weird, vaguely like gore and sex. Negan looked at the boy, cocking his head. He looked almost peaceful passed out like this, even with the blood covering his face, especially with the blood covering his face. He looked absolutely wrecked, hair sticking to his face from blood and sweat and tears all mixed together into one nasty conglomeration.
Negan was completely satisfied, temporarily, he supposed, but he couldn’t wait to inflict the massive amounts of pain on Carl again at some point. After Carl saw the doctor of course, and Negan would be free to continue the cycle of violence whenever he pleased. He smiled as he got his clothes back on, picked up Lucille, and walked out of the room, whistling as he left Carl there on the bed, passed out in a pool of his own blood.