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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Negan, Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes, Carl_Grimes_&_Shane_Walsh,
      Daryl_Dixon_&_Carl_Grimes
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Negan, Rick_Grimes, Shane_Walsh, Dwight_(Walking_Dead),
      Daryl_Dixon, Simon_(Walking_Dead:_Saviors)
  Additional Tags:
      Public_Blow_Jobs, Rough_Body_Play, Rough_Trade, Rough_Sex, Public
      Humiliation, Public_Nudity, Heavy_BDSM, Sexual_Roleplay, Father/Son
      Incest, Past_Sexual_Abuse, Bloodlust, Blood_Kink, Fuck_I_miss_chandler
      already
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-14 Updated: 2018-03-01 Chapters: 4/? Words: 16321
****** Somewhat Damaged. ******
by RickedFanfics
Summary
     I want to prove my father wrong always.
     Prove too him that I’m not that same little damaged boy; that was
     raped and needs too be protected.
     And I have wants that, Daryl can’t fix because of my dad.
     But Negan, he’s rough and dominate, and can take up my fix with ease.
     And dad, you won’t have control of it, at all.
Notes
     I've been working on this for months, and I'm not going to let
     chandler's character die with him. He'll stay alive with us fans,
     right ;)
     So here we go.
     ps, kudos to you, if you know where the titles name came from.
***** The Camera *****
                                                
 
 
Chapter One
The Camera
Rick’s pov

“Something you might want to see.”
“Well, well, well what do we got here; got my fingers crossed for a little
freaky dickey.” Negan rounds his twisted fingers while looking at me, his
tongue licking past his teeth to moisten his lips while pressing play. I cringe
to the sound of my filmed voice echoing from his hand.
“I’ve killed people.”
“Jeeezsuuus;”
“I know why they’re all dead.”
He steps closer, I keep my eyes to the ground, holding the girth of his bat.
“Is that you Rick underneath all that man bush, Shhiiiooot I would have not
messed with that guy.” He smirks holding the camera for me to watch and again
runs his tongue over his lips looking at me for a response. I don’t give him
one, so he presses the record button and walks in front of me.
“But that’s not you anymore is it.” He grins to my glance up and turns the
camera too his face.
“Noope!” The word rolls off his tongue in a way that makes me react, my hand
clinching around the base of the bat. I could, right here- but everyone else-
my son and Shane’s daughter I couldn’t do that. I loosen my grip looking back
down.
“I really gotta shave this shit.” Negan states stopping his filming walking
away, putting the recording device in a man’s hand that passes by. I wish that
was the last time I saw it…
 
 
“Now, look at what we have here!”
I stand tall, looking around the empty living space, in the house outside the
gates of Alexandra. They brought in a mattress nothing on it nothing for it. I
look back at Negan waiting to see what’s next.
“Now, now Rick don’t give me that look, you know how I feel about it.” He
smirks, the top of his tongue grazing over his teeth. I tilt my head trying
hard to ignore the camera in my face.
“I need to have a talk with you ‘Rick’ man to man here before I bring in the
‘Maaain event’..” he waves his hands then steadies the camera with a stern
face.
“You and your kid fuck right.”
My heart drops, my ears go hot and my blood drains. I add it up, I understand
what’s about to happen; what he’s going to making me do. Who he has.
“Watch the way you’re looking at me Rick, Lucile is right over there, and I,
just want a dirty little show nothing more; you have that choice. Over a huge,
bloody, fucking mess, and trust me she don’t mind it. . either way.” He steps
closer with a deep laugh.
“We’ll both get off on this one.” He grins and moves back.
“So! Tell me Rick some dirty nasty things you and your son do, come on, he’s
right in the other room wait, hell; maybe he’s listening. Don’t put him down or
anything right. I bet he’s a good fuck. . . COME ON RICK.”
I grind my teeth and lick my lips this time.
“I want to know why you even think this about me and my son.” He chuckles and
walks to the chair next too the bed that’s laying on the dirty floor.
“Honest. I just loved the way he told his daddy to cut his arm off, I mean yeah
, IT ,did piss me right the fuck off . I’m the one telling who does what around
here, buuuut, that shit was savage. . .damn fucking porn worthy the way you
held his fucking hand.. . .and I see the way you stare at him, I’m not dumb
Rick.” He cocks an eyebrow.
“So. Talk to me, monster too monster here, Rick; how long has it been going
on?” His leather jacket makes noise to every move he makes and that smirk. I
can’t back out of this, wiggle my way out, can’t even try. I look down in shame
shaking my head moving my weight to my right leg. Monster, he’s right about
that one. What I let happen to my son, then I did it to him. When the world was
normal, he would have let himself rot in prison, where I started it. . But this
isn’t a normal world anymore. And I’m free, to fuck my son without feeling so
guilt ridden, but it doesn’t mean it hasn’t eaten at me; every, single, day.
Rick’s thoughts are in a whirl pool, and he can’t find a way get out of this
situation . He can feel himself slowly breaking inside.
Then Rick sighs and rubs his sweaty forehead, I feel sick, I can’t lose my son
for this, Judith, everyone else behind those damned walls. No more of my
people. No more.
“No. .no one from my group is going to see this.”
“Oh ho-ho no fucker, this is for me, me and my saviors not for you, I can
promise you that.. . .unless you give me a reason too.” He chuckles to my
staring.
I take note that he stopped recording waiting for me to talk.
“What are you going to record with that.” I daresay. Negan stands and walks
over in three fast steps and his face is in mine again.
“I plan to film you and your son fucking right there on that dirty ass fucking
mattress, so me , and my good hard working men, can jack off to it as many
times as they fucking want while watching. Got it.”
“And DO not give me that look Rick; you know what I’ll make you do.” I drop my
gaze to the ground.
“Send him in.” Negan yells and I can hear Carl bickering, both his arms are
being held behind his back by two large men walking him out. When I see him my
blood boils, they only have him in his blue over button up shirt and it’s not
buttoned. His naked body showing to everyone in the room, who knows what the
two men did to him. He’s. . .he’s hard, trying to use his thighs too cover up
that part of himself. I sternly look at Negan. And he smirks recording the
whole thing. Negan turns it to me waiting for my answer.
“I fuck my son, now let him go so he can come over here.”
“Shhiiiooot now see, was that so hard, you heard him boys, let the kid go, he
needs his daddy here; we have some work to do before it gets dark.” Negan
chuckles filming Carl walking past him into my arms. The two men leave with
grins on their faces, but I have a feeling they’re close. I’m left to my naked
son and the man filming us.
“Okay you two, no fucking going against what I say, you know the outcome,
listen to what I tell you too do and do it. If not, wellll I guess you can find
out if you’d like but I wouldn’t if I were you. Now lets get to the nasty show
huh.”
Negan sickly runs his tongue across the bottom of his teeth and smirks clicking
the record button, the red light turning back on.
“Now I want you two too go and get on that bed ,and lets start this off like an
old fashion porno, Carl, that is your name right.” I walk us to the bed, Carl
nods staying as close as he can next to me. Like he should be.
“Such a cute face even with it all messed up you know that, sit on your dad’s
lap. And start undressing him would yha.”
I eye Carl hoping to see if he’s okay with this, if he’s handling this in the
right way. He gives me a quick glance as his hands unbutton my shirt with ease
and confidence. And in two short seconds I’m shirtless with Carl’s sweet face
staring down at me. I sit up and hug his waist, then dare to whisper in his ear
that everything will be okay. He nods and wraps his arms around my neck, on
impulse our mouths connect, without wanting to they give Negan what he wants.
“That a boy Carl!” Negan says, praising him.
Negan moves into our faces Carl stops to breath and looks over at the camera
with his good eye. I watch Carl breathing heavily, his mind must be racing . He
runs his hand down my chest still looking at the device in the man’s hand.
Negan grins and closes up on Carl’s face then moves down his thin body to his
throbbing cock.
I sharply inhale, looking up at Carl who’s flushed red. He closes his eye and
try’s to hide his face in the crook of my neck.
“Now would you look at this! Little Carl is enjoy the fuuuck out of this,
aren’t we.” Negan states and moves his free hand out to touch Carl’s groin, but
I can’t. I grab his wrist and he stops with a smirk looking at me, while
holding the camera in his other hand. That’s still filming. Carl watches with a
wide eye and even redder cheeks. I haven’t let another man touch Carl, other
then Daryl.
“Now, now Rick. I wouldn’t try this on me, let me play with his cute little
cock or I’ll make you cut it off. Annd That’s not to fuckin fun is it.” I hold
his wrist tightly. Looking over at Carl sternly, wanting him to understand that
I’m not okay with this, at all. He’s breathing roughly, into this, I can’t
control him. . I let go of his wrist, and watch as Negan’s leather clad hand
begins to squeeze and jack off my sons cock, right on my lap.
Negan films it all, I look at Carl’s face, he can’t help his sixteen year old
sex drive. Letting the man do what gives him pleasure, taking it and liking it.
His left arm still holds onto me, but he lets his right hand support itself on
Negan’s shoulder , it’s hard for me to watch him let himself go to another man.
Carl’s only been mine, and Daryl’s.
Carl lets out a moan and that gets Negan pushing for more. Pumping my sons dick
faster, rougher without care. Negan presses his thumb down on Carl’s dark,
swollen pink head leaking pre-come and with the flat of his thumb he rubs
Carl’s slit fast. It only takes seconds for Carl to come withering on top of me
with a gasp moving his hand from the enemies shoulder back to mine.
I almost want to praise him for what he just did, what he just went though. But
Negan stands and demands for Carl to get on all fours like a ‘dog’ in his
words. I sit up on my knees, when Carl gets off my lap to do as told. I stare
at the man filming my child doing what he wants and all I want to do is rip his
neck out with my teeth like I did too that claimer.
Negan hasn’t even looked at my glair, back turned camera on the chair as he
walk’s to the corner of the room. I watch as he ruffles through the duffle bag,
next to it sits his fucking bat. I look back at Negan pulling things out of the
bag. I swallow and look over at Carl who’s as still as can be watching the man
on all four of his limbs. His shirt is still on, at least it covers some of his
back, but bent like he is, with his legs wide open. It’s like he’s almost
showing off. I look over at Negan walking back towards us, things in the palms
of his hands.
“OooKay I have my first request- Or I’d liked to better view it as my gift too
them for being so damn great too me. Rick, Carl’s going to be a cute little
puppy for us okay, so I need you to put all this on him for me. Can you do that
without acting like a fucking pussy ass bitch.” Negan says grinning ear to ear
handing me all the items he’s holding.
I take them without a fight but look over at Carl for an okay. He stare’s at
what I’m holding blushing to the point that I think he’s about too say no, but
he bows his head and nods in defeat to sexual want. I bite my lip and place
everything down, grabbing what I feel should come first.
A metal butt plug with a brown fox tail attached to it. I pick up the lube and
move in closer towards Carl, he bends all the way down, laying his chest down
on the dirty mattress, ass in the air to me. His shirt slides down his backside
and . . .
Negan gets every bit of it on camera. Closing in with me as I probe my index
and middle finger into Carl’s throbbing puckered hole. I sharply inhale, my
slick lubed fingers press past the wrinkled hole into his smooth insides,
clinching and pulsing for my fingers to get deeper inside. I’m knuckles deep in
him rubbing, and twisting trying to relax and pry him open enough for the plug.
This will be his first time using one-that I know of.
“Alright, alright enough of that, I don’t think that cute little Carl here is
gonna fuckin break when you put it in him; get on with it.” I stare at him from
the corner of my eye and go back to what I was doing for a few seconds, daring
to not obey. Then I pull my fingers out.
Carl’s been moaning and groaning more then he ever does, I wonder if they have
him on something I don’t know about here. I try not to get mad, picking up the
toy too put it in my son.
In front of the nasty fucking bastard I want to kill now more then ever.
I slowly push the tail toy into his hole, listening to Carl’s moans and groans
that are getting louder by the second. The thickest part pushes past his tight
rings of soft muscle. Carl bangs his fist against the bed earning a chuckle
from Negan, I stop, he’s almost there.
“I didn’t tell you to give him a break did I, Keep fucking going.” I glair at
nothing really as I push the last bit in, relaxing oddly as I watch my sons
body relax around the toys girth eating it hole. I want to award him, tell him
he’s doing so good. But Negan.
“AH! That a boy took that ass plug like a champ! Now wiggle that little ass
around for me would yha baby.” Carl huffs a breath and slowly sways side to
side.
“Nah, I want a good ass shaken come on kid I know you want to show off, I bet
if daddy wasn’t here you would huh.” He chuckles and looks over at me while
filming my son trying his hardest to please him. My heart races as my blood
boils. I swallow, Carl shakes his head ‘no’ and starts to wiggle his backside
faster making the tail wag.
“Now that’s what I was looking for, nothing like a little slut mutt mmhum!”
Carl keeps shaking his ass, even when Negan goes as far as rubbing his lower
back, say things you would to a dog too him. I watch in shame without wanting
to.
“Okay enough of that, put this collar on him; I think it’s the mutt’s pee, pee
time.” Negan steps off the bed and watches our reactions, Carl already so into
this starts to whimper.
I’m still staring at my sons back, watching his body breathing roughly. Head
bowed down ass in the air with that fucking tail, that I wish I could fucking
take back out of him as fast as I put it in him.
With a scowl that I deliberately show for Negan to see. I grab the dirty used
dog collar roughly, and move around to the front of my well behaved son taking
this. I kneel down and he lifts his head to look me in the eyes with a small
smile.
I lean in to his ear while clicking on the old collar onto his thin neck
pulling his long hair out of the looping. Then I hold his neck like I’ve always
done with him, he admitted to me that it’s one of his favorite things I do to
him. So I’ve been doing it more since.
“Are you okay?” I ask underneath my breath. Carl cuddles his face towards my
ear and bites it. Letting it go to breath hot breathe over my sweating face.
“I’m really liking this daddy. I’ll let you know why when we get home okay. .
.please play with me daddy. . please.” He moves back and Negan is up in our
faces again
“what we’re you two cuties talking about huh, if he can handle this. Well Rick
this kid is fucking begging for something like this.” He holds a thin car
antenna and whips it against the palm of his gloved hand. The sound is loud and
it may hurt badly; it horrifies me but Carl almost asks for him to do it. I’ll
never understand him.
“Does the mutt want to walk around?” Carl nods fastly then looks up at Negan
eyeing him.
“Rick you’re going to film now, get the camera and start it, now. Do as I say
or the mutt will get spanked.” I stand quickly and rush to the device sitting
on the chair. I pick it up and turn around, watching him stroking Carl with the
metal antenna. Rubbing it up and down his plump little ass. I swallow and walk
over, not yet filming.
Negan smirks and tells me to start it up, which I do. Right then everything
comes into view, the lens angles right on my son, I have to hold the camera
with shaky hands. As I watch Negan lift his arm and swipe it down onto the soft
flush skin of Carl’s bare ass cheeks. When he lifts his hand up again you can
see the long red indent from the whipping. My breathing is hard, Carl moans,
and whimpers for more, wiggling his tail the best he can.
“Awww the little mutt loooved that, Huh, moan nice and loud this time for me
okay cutie.” Negan leans down to pinch his left cheek and place a kiss on my
sons mouth. Carl doesn’t fight, doesn’t move; just. . . .Moans for. . . for
him. Opening his mouth letting the other man fucking invade his sweet tasting
mouth. And I have to let him, I have film it and move too the waving of Negan’s
hand too come in closer. I film him, kissing Carl getting down on his knees
because the height difference.
I try not to let this hurt me. .to let it get on my nerves. Me and Negan aren’t
the only ones to touch my beautiful son like this. Shane was the first one. It
had messed with the boys head to the point that, he started too do sexual
things. Rough things.
Daryl would take care of him for me, when I just couldn’t give him what he
wanted. It’d make me feel horrible but the thought of being with my son never
turned me on, it was just him, his body and face. His blue eyes like mine and
his plush lips meant for kissing. I close my eyes as I listen to the leash
being clipped onto the metal looping of the collar, the tags from the dead dog
clack and jingle against each other. I sigh and open my eyes to film the man
walking my son around the room.
Waiting for any of Negan’s words by looking up at him every few honest seconds
then the hard floor and back up at him. Negan eye’s Carl in a way that I’m
sacred he’s going to do something I don’t want. I have to keep filming,
circling around the room once with them before Negan hits his leather boot
against the wall in a corner. Then moves back grinning down at Carl.
“You know what to do right? I know you’re not a dumb mutt riiight?” Carl
swallows and bows his head with a nod and crawls closer to the wall and lifts
his leg closing his eyes. I . . .can’t help but watch as I film it. He’s really
peeing like a dog for Negan without one word or remark. I grind my teeth as
Negan looks over at me, left hand holding the leash, the other in his pocket.
Like we’re neighbors walking our dogs.
“He’s well trained Rick, I almost feel like he didn’t get this dirty side from
you. .what are you two hidden from me huh?”
I swallow if he only knew his prisoner is this kids real lover for this part of
him. . . . I watch as Negan flicks the leash after the sound of Carl’s peeing
is done and the large puddle is left over.
Negan tightens his hold on the leash and stops walking jerking Carl’s head back
while crawling, The man chuckles.
“Sorry Rick.” He lifts Carl up onto his knees by choking him with the collar
and leash, as if Carl was a real dog. It takes me back to when I was a cop, so
many calls on animal abuse and we’ve killed dogs. .now my sons being treated
like one.
“I think I want a night with your kid ,how a much night?” He laughs at his joke
while running his fingers through Carl’s hair. I swallow. I knew it.
“No.” Rick says and Negan frowns.
“Stop filming.” I do and put the camera in his opened hand. He smirks and tugs
on Carl’s leash.
“Now mutt, tell your daddy that you’re coming with me for the night or, your
daddy’s head can get bashed in and you can stay with me forever.” He states to
Carl while staring at me. Then tugs on the leash for time wasted. Licking the
front of his teeth with a wide smirk.
Carl finally looks up at me.
“Dad please. It’s fine. . I’ll be okay.” He gives me a small smile. I huff
trying so hard not to go off, my hands in tight fists. I wanna just sock Negan
one.
“Oh stop acting like I’m taking him forever, I’m just barrowin him for the
night, and I’ll bring him back to you nice and safe tomorrow. . . .Maybe a few
good sex marks but that happens. Right baby.” Negan leans down to peck a kiss
on my sons cheek. Carl doesn’t even move, hell I could almost see him lean into
it. I turn around with a sigh and shake my head walking to the chair.
“If Carl wants it, go, take him. But no killing any of my people for a mouth.”
Rick says deeply, rubbing his stubble face.
“OH, HO, HO, HO did you hear that baby doll your ass is going to be paying
forward for your people, too live, for a mouth. Do you still want me to fuck
you knowing that.?” Carl looks over me with a frown but still nods.
I messed up, but this needs to be a fair trade off. Carl will have to
understand that later ‘when he comes home’. I frown myself watching Negan make
him stand, again by choking him like a dog.
 
“C-can I wear something on the way there?” Carl asks sheepishly.
“Are you not wearing something already?” Negan states back walking him over to
the corner where the bag and his bat’s at. Carl swallows and shrugs out of his
blue button up and ties it around his waist. Tying it to the side so his front
and back are, somewhat covered up. The tail butt plug still inside of him,
hanging in between the back of his thighs.
It’s so hard for me to watch Carl being harassed, and abused. But if I remember
Carl’s words rightly, it has something to do with erotic humiliation, Daryl had
done and ‘trained’ him to the extent that I would allow. No whipping, ropes,
bruising, biting or bleeding, if one of those things showed up on Carl. Rick
would flip. It was all Carl’s idea, he said he craved it, he said to me, that
he needed it, he told me, that it helps him. I kept telling him no, but who can
stop Carl.
He’s still wearing the collar, leash dangling. Carl’s eyes are on Negan, I know
he’s just the man to improve Carl’s fetish. Carl being the teen he is doesn’t
even look back at me from there.
 
 
***** The Getaway Van *****
Chapter Notes
     Well here's chapter two, hope you like it. I went through it, added
     in more, looked out for errors. I love that we can handle this shit,
     yet miss chandler so bad at the same time. lol Enjoy the madness.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter Two
The getaway Van
Carl’s- pov
I want to prove my dad wrong always. Prove to him that I’m not that same little
boy that was raped and needs too be protected. And I have wants that, even
Daryl can’t fix because of my dad. But Negan, he’s rough and dominate, and can
take up my fix with ease, without letting my dad control it at all.
“Well aren’t you going to say good-bye too your daddy?” Negan asks holding the
duffle bag in one hand and his bat in the other. Looking at Carl with a
questioning look, that the boy can’t read.
Carl turns his head and waves at his dad. “Bye.”
Rick frowns swallowing, “bye.” Carl almost couldn’t hear it, under his defeated
voice. Which makes Negan grin. “Come on, pet.” he says tugging the leash.
Carl is forced to stop looking at his dad’s hurt eyes, and obeys his new
masters demands. Carl’s thankful that Negan has the van moved right to the
front door. Making it were none of his people can see him. Even if it’s
nightfall. His heart still races, the thought of them seeing this. And what’d
they think of him, if they knew that he wanted it. It makes his stomach sick.
Carl gets into the van without having to be told, wanting too leave fastly.
Negan chuckles, patting the back of his thighs. Getting in behind him.
“Calm down, I won’t let your lot know what I’m about to do too you, not even
your fucking daddy.” He says. As the van moves and stops again, so the others
can pile in. All looking over at Carl sitting, now, on Negan’s lap in the very
back seats. Carl puts his hands on top of his limp groin.
“Put the cooler on Simon, it’s fucking hot as fuck in this piece of shit.”
Negan states and adjusts Carl to turn around and straddle his lap. Making the
boy show off his backside and tail. Carl can feel his face heat up to the other
men’s hoots and whistles.
“Now, now don’t get rudely boys, Carl here is our guest .”
The man named Simon chuckles. “you mean, your guest there Negan.”
“No, our guest Simon, Carl here’s going to be giving my men a show tonight. Huh
baby.” Carl bites his bottom lip, closes his eye and sways his hips making his
‘tail’ wag. The three men in the seat in front of Carl chuckle and whistle. One
even strokes his fake fox tail, lightly tugging at it. Carl shakes from
pleasure, and starts to suck on Negan’s neck, trying not to make a sound.
Keeping his eye closed tightly.
“You like that baby?” Carl nods, almost incapable of talking, but whispers.
“Yeah.” so lightly that Negan lets out a deep chuckle. Carl leaning on his
chest, feels the vibrations of it, making his limp dick spring back to life.
Not caring about the five other men in the van, Carl shamelessly starts to hump
Negan’s thigh. Getting a light growl from Negan, his lips right at Carl’s ear,
nipping and grazing with his teeth.
“The things I’m gonna do to you, Carl. You have no idea.” Negan growls into the
boys ear. Making Carl flush red, as goosebumps raise across his body.
Carl try’s to breath normal, but can’t help it, huffing and puffing as Negan
sucks his neck. Slapping his ass every so often, cupping his hand to cop a
feel. Carl moans the sixth time he does it, moving his leather clad hand over
each ass-cheek, tugging on the fake tail and pushing it back in. Sending
shockwaves through Carl’s body each time. It isn’t till one man asks to jack
off while watching, that Carl remembers that it’s not just him and Negan.
“What do you think, Carl?” Negan asks in Carl’s ear. The young boy shivers and
nods his head.
“Now that doesn’t count as a yes, Carl dear. I need your word that, this is
okay.” Negan sounds so . .gentle but stern, that Carl whimpers, “Yes, I don’t
mind, sir.” He says it without regret. Loving the smile that spreads across
Negan’s face.
“Well you heard him, go ahead.” Negan states to the waiting man. “But thank him
after you cum, Adam.” The man named Adam nods while undoing himself. Freeing
his hard dick. Carl watches, then turns his head back into the crook of Negan’s
neck, with a moan. And with shaky hands Carl unties his button up shirt around
his waist and lets it fall. Showing off his fully naked body. To everyone in
the van, who knows how many he’ll be in front of tonight.

Negan brings his right hand up to his mouth and starts too take off his leather
glove by using his teeth. Pulling each gloved finger up and off with such
sexiness, that Carl gasps; from not breathing while watching him do this.
His mind is no longer his, but the damaged boy who wants this, who’s, ever, so,
fucking craving it.
The way Negan holds him with his left hand and brings his right to Carl’s
member. Makes him moan. His hand is rough with years of work, His callosity
fingertips stroke Carl’s cock lazily. Carl leans his head against the mans
chest, open mouthed and eye closed. Face red, matching his ass cheeks red tint,
that gets slapped again by Negan’s free hand.
Carl groans with a gasp, he hold’s onto Negan’s shoulder with his right hand.
Carl, smirks, remembering the other men. After a groan comes from one of their
mouths. And wanting to be as, absolutely bad, as he could, and do anything his
dad would have said ‘no’ too. The boy decides to make a show of himself.
Carl moves his left hand against his side and turns his body, letting the
others watch with him. As Negan’s large hand strokes up and down his length.
Carl lets out a loud moan when Negan uses his rough thumb pad to rub his pre-
come around his swelling head.
Then goes back to stroking. Leaving Carl feeling like his heart is going to
jump out of his chest. Carl leans his head against Negan’s chest, listening for
his heartbeat. It’s a slow beat, an in control beat. Unlike his at the moment,
wild and fast. This is so new for him and he can help but feel like a kid going
to a amusement park for the first time. So nervous yet excited to ride the big
rides that mom always said no to. This moment, and what happens, will be
embedded in his head forever.
Butterflies swarm in his stomach, wanting to make Negan remember this moment
just as much as he is. He straightens up, and lightly starts kissing Negan’s
jaw line and the corner of his lips. Muttering,
“Can I suck you off, please, right here.” against the mans skin, inhaling the
mans cologne, and a musky smell that has to be Negan. It enhances the amount of
how much he truly wants the man.
“Well damn, kid, get to it.” Negan removes his hand from Carl’s swollen cock,
and brings both his arms up behind his head with a cocky grin.
“I’d love to.” Carl says cockily, before going down he presses his soft lips
against Negan’s rough ones. And licks at his bottom lip. Wanting to taste the
man , they hadn’t kissed yet; and he’s craving it.
Negan smirks against Carl’s lips, and opens his mouth for Carl. Who licks the
mans bottom teeth before lapping his tongue against the others. They share a
damned kiss that takes Carl’s breath away. Another rule Carl is breaking, it
makes him gitty. The only man Carl’s ever had the chance to kiss and learn
from, is his father. He made so many things off limits for Daryl. My mouth was
the first thing on the list. Oh, how his dad would be flipping out right.
Carl grins, giggling past Negan’s mouth, pulling back just to look at the man.
“I’m so happy. .that you asked for me.” Carl says softly, only meant for Negan
to hear.
The man lets a low rumble of a growl dissipate from his throat. “Yeah, well, I
am most certainly, happy, to oblige.”
Carl grinning, gets off his lap and sits next to the big man, hands moving too
his belt. Then the jeans button and zipper. Carl moves his legs up underneath
himself, now on his knees in the seat.
When he does this Negan pulls his jeans down enough to release his cock. Carl
grins, leaning over Negan’s lap.
Face right at his bulged underwear, Carl can see the velvety skin through the
slit of his undergarments. Showing a little bit of what he wants, like a tease.
Leaning lower, left hand supporting his weight on the mans strong thigh. Carl
pokes his right index finger through the fabric. Lightly rubbing the mans
hardening cock. Then Carl uses his thumb and pulls his dick out.
Standing tall, with projecting thick veins. Carl wraps his hand around the hard
muscle. Slowly jacking him off before leaning in, licking up each protruding
vein. Lapping up every salty bit of skin. All the way up to the pinkish head,
and over the tiny slit leaking a bead of pre-cum.
Negan let’s out a grunt. And puts his left hand on top of Carl’s hat, he takes
it off and places it on top of the boys back. So he can run his fingers through
the youths long brown hair. Electing a moan from the boy, now sucking and
bobbing his way down to the base of the mans cock.
“Fuck kid.” Negan grips his hair and makes Carl look up at him while sucking
and twisting his tongue around the thickness in his mouth. He stares up at the
man -with his good eye- and blushes. Feeling a rush, almost like it’s Christmas
and thanksgiving together. This being one of his favorite positions, then
underneath and dick deep.
This he has control over, making any man feel bliss. Negan frowns his brows and
wipes the saliva running from the corners of the boys mouth, down his chin.
Something Carl wouldn’t have thought he’d do, but the man keeps proving him
wrong in who he thought he was.
Carl’s head bobs, his eye on the man, the prize. ‘Thank you Carl.’ He hears
Adam groan out, making the boy moan around Negan’s cock, with a shiver running
down his back. Negan smirks down at him, rubbing his scalp softly. Then one
after the other, other then Simon, say ‘Thank you Carl’ while blowing their
loads into their hands. Giving Carl a high sense of power over them. And before
he’s able to suck down Negan’s load, Simon tiredly says.
“We’re here Negan.”
“Well, Shit Simon, way to give man a serious case of blue balls, fuck.”
Carl shivers, soon he’ll be underneath the big man, the boss of even my father.
Carl lifts his head up, sucking tightly, leaving the mans cock with a loud
‘pop’. Carl grins up at Negan’s satisfied yet pissed face. Carl sits up, grabs
his hat, and puts it on; before leaning up to kiss Negan with a smirk.
“I don’t want anyone bothering me.” Negan states past Carl’s lips. When they
break away Negan sits up to pull up his jeans, Carl helps by pulling up the
back of his jeans. Wanting nothing more then to be underneath Negan, in any
bed. As long as he fucks me raw and has me moaning, I’ll be happy. Carl thinks
to himself. I haven’t had a real good fuck in a while, and I really can’t wait.
“Fuck this shit is messed up.” Negan complains while stuffing his cock back
into his black tight briefs, then zips and buttons his brown jeans, not doing
his belt. Negan sighs then looks over at Carl with a smirk. The van is empty
but the two.
“Ready for this shit baby.” Negan says in a low toned voice.
“Fuck, you have no idea.” Carl says, almost whimpering. He grabs Negan’s
offered hand. Letting him lead him out of the van, completely naked but his
hat, collar, leash and the tail.
Carl’s heart throbs, along with his dick. Negan grabs his bat and the duffle
bag that’s handed to him; by Simon.
He holds them in his right hand. And grabs the leash hanging off Carl’s neck;
with his left hand. Negan walks him straight through tall, large, metal, double
doors -as his people watch on- and down a long dimly lit hallway.
Carl stays silent while walking, the feeling of this damned metal plug inside
me is weird yet hot all at the same time. Today is a day of many firsts for
Carl. His father would have never allowed any of this, so why did he today?
Carl wonders mildly, if it’s some kind of punishment, for wanting theses things
to happen. Maybe . . .Maybe I’ll just go ahead and break every little rule my
dad has over me. Maybe. . .I’ll just find a way to really like this man and
stay with him. Force my dad to give me Judith. God that would piss him off,
think of the punishment he’d give you just for even thinking that. A shiver
runs down his spine, goosebumps rising up on his skin.

He’d beat my ass black and blue with his belt, then fuck me raw till I bled
out, just to somewhat lick the fire burning inside of him. Carl looks down at
the cemented ground, the feeling of the fox tail swaying and hitting his thighs
sends another wave of shivers through him.
It’s odd to be with anyone but my father. Carl try’s thinking about something
other then the feeling.
Daryl . . .was only allowed to do so much. He wanted to help me understand why
I liked it. To teach me what things in bed I could do with my dad, to feel
pain. Without having too make my father mad at me; for it to come up and out of
him.
When Daryl and I had sex for the first time together, my dad made sure to
watch, but it had been too much for him. He made Daryl get off me, and did it
instead, telling Daryl he could teach him what to do. And he’d do it for me.

It was a start to an odd relationship between the three of us. It wasn’t till
Carl had caught Daryl fucking his dad, it had given him quite the shock; but
later that day. Daryl had told him, that his father wanted to know what I felt,
being fucked and whipped.
My father, wanted to know how bad he had been too me.
As if his mind cleared of it’s fire and smoke to let him see for once.
What he had been like for two years, too me. After that me and my dads
relationship went down south. And Daryl was then allowed to bed me whenever my
father couldn’t, which was all the time, but it was only sex. Not kissing, and
many rules to it. . . Carl and Daryl began to get close during that time.
Mainly by talking about life in this shity world, naked and coming down from
our highs. Moments like that reminded him that, this may not be what he might
want. He still misses Daryl, and their odd relationship.
Ever since Negan took him. Carl’s been feeling lonely, upset that his dad will
not, what, so, fucking, ever, fuck him. His dad is mad at himself for letting
his friends be killed, then having to let Negan take Daryl. Having to almost
cut my arm off, Carl still doesn’t understand why Negan stopped that from
happening. Which pisses Carl off terribly, he frowns, and looks over at the
mans bulge; that he tucked back into his jeans. Straining to be released again.
It makes him blush. So okay maybe it’s been to long since I’ve had a good fuck.
Carl shamelessly thinks.
Why in the hell, does he find Negan so appealing, is it the bat, his face, his
voice? Maybe. . .It’s the way he carries himself, strutting with such
cockiness. Maybe, I’m just missing the rough contact with men, just a horny
sixteen year old wanting too be fucked hard.
But it couldn’t be. . .Is it what he thought at the start, prove dad wrong no
matter what; no. It’s myself that I what to prove, honestly. I want to know my
limits, how far I can take it. Maybe that’s it. Even tho my dad let Daryl have
me, he still made sure his ‘rules’ where followed. Negan turns left down one
hall and right, down another hallway. Then takes another right and leads the
way down another hall. At the and of this hall there’s a flight of stairs.
“I have a room on the next floor for this kinda shit.” Negan states, looking
down at the boy. Carl nods and watches Negan’s bat sway in his right hand,
taking notice that it’s clean. Carl frowns, biting his lip, looking at the
duffle bag. Wondering aimlessly; what he’s in for.
“I can hold the bag, if you want me too.” Carl asks. Chewing the inside of his
cheek. That bat killed two of his best friends. All the blood and brains and
skulls broken down to itty bitty pieces of nothing. Having to burry them was
horrible, bodies without heads. Carl blinks and looks away from it.
Look at you, you nasty whore. Wanting rough sex from the man who’s killed your
people. Brought your father back down to his knees, again. Who’s taken my
friend, my man, my Daryl. The only one who understood me. And Carl doesn’t even
know if Daryl’s alive. But hell; he’ll suck off the man who took him. Even
wants more.
“Come back down to earth kid, I know, the thought of fucking such a big ass
dick is scary-” Carl scuffs and punches Negan’s shoulder while he chuckles.
“Yeah. Well, You, may have the biggest dick, but your fucking mind will be
blown at how tight my ass is.” Negan stops with a smirk.
“Fuck, got my mind blown by the thought already. Here.” Negan say smirking all
the while, handing the bag over. Carl smirks back and takes the offered bag.
He’s thrown off by how heavy it is, and grunts, lifting it up. Negan chuckles.
“You sure you can handle this shit princess.” Carl rolls his good eye, and
pokes his tongue out at the man.
“Alright, alright, it’s down this way.” Negan states with a goofy grin
plastered on his face. Once they get to the top of the staircase, Carl has to
readjust his grip on the duffle bag. All the while Negan leads him by the
leash, down another hall he doesn’t know. Carl moves the bag into his other
hand. It’s rather heavy. The boy wonders, for a moment, what all could be in
it.

There’s so much Daryl couldn’t do to me because of dad. Always controlling what
I could and couldn’t do with him. Nothing that can leave marks, nothing rough,
no blood, no tying him up, no kissing, no showering together, Carl rolls his
good eye, to all the rules his father enforced.
When he was the one who started it all over again.
Carl frowns to the thought of when he lost his virginity, by rape from his
fathers best friend. A man he trusted, even. . Even went back to Shane for
comfort after he did it. Carl didn’t understand why. Then three years later at
the prison, not even two days after mom died to childbirth. Dad jumped me, he
was rough and not himself. Didn’t listen to my sobs and cry’s too make him
stop. Left me laying naked on the ground, outside where he did it. I didn’t
move, it hurt everywhere, outside and inside. My heart, and mind, broke then.
Daryl was the one who found me, and that’s how that one started.
Negan stops and Carl bumps into him, lost in his thoughts. “Hey there, are you
with me kid.” He says husk-fully, wrapping his arm around the youths small
waist. Pulling him through an open door, into the furnished room. Locking the
door behind them.
What catches Carl’s eye first is the big wooden four poster bed. That sits
right in the middle of the room, clad with red silk bedding and pillows. A
blood red sofa, sits at the end of the bed with white decorative pillows and a
thick white blanket.
The walls are a clean white, and the dark wood floor compliments it all.
A large, square, red shaggy carpet lays on the floor, next to a mini bar at the
right side of the room against the wall. . And across the way to the left, is a
bathroom and looks like it’s also red themed.
In the corner, to the left, next too the bed is a small white table. With two
chairs that match and a glass vase with a dozen Red Roses on top. Carl takes it
all in.
It reminds him of when his ‘family’ found Alexandra, and was given two homes
completely furnished. His home, where Judith sleeps behind the protective walls
right now. His home that Negan took from, food guns and even are mattresses.
And here I am, here, being shown over to the mini bar by a leash.
“Have you ever drankin before, Carl?” The boy shakes his head. “No.” He may
have experience in other places, but drinking is one thing he hasn’t done.
Never has the chance to really relax too do so. So he never really cared. Well
until now, at least.
“Oh man, you’ll enjoy this one.” Negan lets go of the leash and goes behind the
bar. Picking out two clear glasses, a bottle of whisky and a metal bucket full
of chunky cubes of clear ice. Carl swallows, his dad and Shane used to drink
this. Before the world ended.
“Whisky on the rocks?” Carl asks, tilting his head off to the side. Like a dog
in wonderment. Negan chuckles his husky chuckle.
“You got it kid, did your dad use to drink it?” Negan states and asks.
“Yeah.” Carl says shifting his weight from his right leg to his left. Watching
the man for what to do.

“Well, come and sit.” He points at the barstool with a smirk, tongue playing
behind his teeth. Carl places the bag he’s still holding down, and walks to the
barstool. Carl climbs up onto it with a sigh of discomfort, sitting in a way
that, feels pain, yet so good. . Carl Twist the stool around to watch the elder
man place two cubes in each glass cup.
Then pours the liquor’s gold substance, into the glasses. The smell is strong.
Making Carl’s nimble stomach turn and squeeze tightly. He shouldn’t drink on an
empty stomach, he knows that at least. But He’s not going to ask for food, he’s
to hardhead too ask.
So instead he takes a hold of the glass being offered to him. Negan downs his
first cup with ease. And begins to pour himself another glass. Before he
notices Carl hasn’t drank yet, buts staring at it with a stern eye and frowned
brows.
“What’s wrong kid, too hard of a drink for you?” Negan remarks with a low
chuckle, sipping on his drink in a slower pace now. He shakes his head with a
frown. And takes a small sip of it, his face scrunches up and his nose
crinkles.
“You. . Have you ate yet?” The elder asks with frowned brows. Trying so hard to
be polite through his ego. Carl’s frown deepens and he does everything he can
to avoid the mans eye’s.
“You haven’t have you?” The youth swallows.
“ANSWER ME DAMNIT!” Negan yells loudly, slapping his hand down on the counter,
making Carl jump up in his seat an inch, staring at the man in shock.
“. . .No. .no. . .I haven’t.” Carl says weakly, breaking eye contact with him.
Staring down at his un-drunken drink. Wishing that he wasn’t so dumb, and
young.
“Now was that so Fucking hard to say,” Negan huffs, running his hand through
his slicked back hair.
“I’m gonna go get you something, I can trust that you wont do anything dumb,
riiight?” Negan says, using his tone of voice he uses on my father. Carl
frowns, but nods, saying.
“Of course I will, look what I’m wearing, I’m fucking jailbait out there.” Carl
states now giggling mainly to himself. Negan smirks, that tongue of his playing
behind his teeth, popping out to lick his lips. It makes Carl want to kiss him.
. .

As if reading the boys mind, Negan walks around the mini bar. He turns the
stool seat around and places himself in-between Carl’s thighs. Negan grabs both
sides of the boys face, rubbing his rough thumb pads over his cheeks. Negan
traces Carl’s thick scars with his thumb pad, lightly, it sends shivers down
his spine. Negan chuckles, moving his left thump pad over the boys lips, and
parts his bottom lip.
Making the boy open his mouth. Which Carl does. Absolutely willing, to do so
for the man. Negan pushes his thumb into the teens mouth. While his own tongue
dances behind his teeth. Carl rubs his cat like tongue against Negan’s thumb-
pad. Staring up at the man. Lapping his tongue over the salty taste of skin a
good few time before; Carl leans in, and starts sucking his thumb. Negan
smirks, playing with the teens tongue. Pressing down on the wet muscle and
rubbing. Negan removes his thumb from the boys wet mouth, and brings it up to
his lips. Negan licks the wetness placed there by his mouth, it makes Carl’s
stomach twist.
“Fuck.” Is all Carl can say, hands holding onto Negan’s forearms.
“I don’t think we can get there fast enough.” Negan says back. Now grazing his
lips over the boys. Carl moans and shuts his eye. As Negan leaves butterfly
kisses on top of his lips, then starts to suck and bite; Carl’s bottom lip,
making Carl gasp and stare up at the man in awe. Negan uses this moment to
trash his tongue into the latter’s. Making Carl groan, into it, their tongues
play such a game together. Neither wanting to lose the battle too the other.
Carl breathes through his nose roughly; while his mouth opens and closes over
the others. Negan’s stubbles burn against his chin, but Carl accepts it, loves
it. Both are breathing hard with each little break, before going back to the
kill-zone. Negan stops first, pulling back with a wicked smirk.
“You’re fucking damn right you’re jailbait, got me hooked the moment I saw you
down on your knees.” Negan says while chuckling running his tongue back and
forth across his bottom teeth.
“What would you like to eat, Carl dear?” Negan asks, mouth ghosting over the
teens again.
Carl grins, and bites on Negan’s bottom lip, then pulls back letting the mans
lip slip from his teethes bite.
“Do you have canned peaches?” Carl asks in a low voice, lips moving against the
mans smile.
“Of course I do, even got homemade, jarred, raspberries n peaches.” Carl smiles
back, and pecks Negan’s lips.
“I like the sound of that one.” Carl states while pulling away.
“I’ll be right back then, and no funny business, understand.” Carl grins and
rolls his eye.
“You and me, are the only ‘funny business’ going down in this room.” He
daresay, pointing at himself and Negan.
Negan chuckles while leaving out the door. Carl sits in silence, now twiddling
his thumbs on his lap.
When Negan returns five minutes later, not finding Carl where he was. The man
growls, looking around the room while placing the jar and fork down on the
table -a bit roughly- next to the bed. The bathroom door is shut. He knocks on
it.
“Carl?” Negan asks out loud.
Negan can hear the shower running. So he opens the door and walks in. Finding
Carl’s hat, collar leash and tail laying on the sink counter. And the boy in
the shower. Negan smirks and shuts the door. Carl jumps, but doesn’t turn
around. Standing with his back turned to the man. Negan frowns and steps over
too the fogged glass door of the shower. Negan smirks and starts to pull off
his leather jacket, red scarf, his clean white shirt, jeans, boots and
underwear. It wasn’t till Negan was in just his socks that Carl tried to peek,
too see what he was doing. Carl Laughs at the sight. While Negan smirks,
holding his hands on his hips and spreading his legs, letting his cock hang
proudly.
“Fuck you, I can rock socks and nothing else better then anyone I know, but if
my mom was around, she’d say ‘I rocked my socks the other way around’ .” Carl
laughs even harder with a snort he didn’t mean to come out. It makes Negan
grin, so he try’s not to mind it. Yet the thought of his eye is still in the
back of his head. So he stops smiling and looks back at the tiles as the man
steps into the warm shower. Negan reaches out, lightly running his hands over
the boys wet back.
Carl shivers, the feeling is nice. But he took his eye bandages off, and has an
awful looking eye socket that he knows is unattractive. He doesn’t want Negan
to see it, he didn’t think the man would be back so fast.
“Carl, what’s wrong?” Negan asks, moving around Carl to face the boy. Carl bows
his head making his wet hair fall over his eye, not yet, not yet. He doesn’t
want him to see it yet. What will the man think, will he take me back and drop
the deal because of damaged goods.
“Look at me, what the fucks wrong?” Carl swallows, and looks up at the man with
his good eye.
Negan frowns, “Fuck kid. . .I knew there was something crazy underneath all
that shit. How’d it happen?” The man rubs his thumb underneath his bad eye.
Rubbing the rough scar tissue. Carl’s breath hitches.
“A friend. . .My dad. . .He hooked up with a widow.” Carl shakes his head “well
he killed her husband, but she had two kids.”
“Had?” Negan smirks and Carl nods. “Fuck, this sounds messed up already, was he
fucking you at the same time too.”
Carl frowns at the mans comment, because, no, that was after he had made Daryl
fuck him to ‘understand’ my pain. He thought, I guess, that hooking up with
Jessie would ‘fix’ things between us. Make him a real father again.
“Sorry kid, go on.” Negan looks lost on how to feel bad, rubbing the back of
his head with frowned brows.
“It’s fine, but no, he wasn’t.” Carl answers, sighing and looking at anything
but Negan’s intense stare.
“A herd of walkers surround Alexandra, we had to walk through them.” Carl bites
his lip, thinking about it pisses him off. He had the chance to kill Ron, but
he didn’t. Instead he suffered the cost of caring. Carl sighs again and
continues.
“Her youngest freaked out and pulled all of us under.” Carl bows his head. “He
was young and scared. And got eaten, the mother wouldn’t let go of me when she
got taken under.” Carl swallows, the memory is wrong in everyway, yet, he’s
glad that he blacked out after he was shot. Helps ease the thought of it all.
“My. . .My dad had to cut her arm off to let me go.” Carl frowns. “ The eldest
son was aiming for my dad. . . he. . He. . .was killed before he could.” Carl
will always be glad it hit him instead of his father, he’s glad that Michonne
killed Ron. Happy even. Yet she has suffered from the thought of killing a
teen, someone young and meant to be the worlds next generation. Negan brushes
Carl’s hair back, and places his knuckles underneath his chin, making the teen
look up at him. “Not only do you look badass, you’re strong, and I find it fuck
hot looking.” Negan leans in and kisses as close as he can, the deep wounded
scabbed eye socket, and cheek. Placing light pecks, around the numbness of his
eye. Carl closes his eye and breaths heavily.
“Fuck, Negan.” Carl groans and holds onto the mans biceps. Cocking his head to
the side, as Negan’s lip travel to the crook of his shoulder.
“Keep telling me how it happened.” Negan says against Carl’s wet skin. The teen
moans and gasps, trying hard not to roll his cock against the mans.
“Keep talking Carl.” Negan now demands with a low rumble in his throat. Carl,
roughly breathing, try’s to remember where he left off.
“His name was Ron, I. . .I could have killed him hours before this happened,
but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Carl shakes his head. “Anyway he still
pulled the trigger while. . .While being stabbed from behind. After it got my
cheek and killed my eye, I blacked out. I can’t remember anything after I was
shot.” Carl mumbles the last part with a fake laugh.
Negan wraps his arms around the boy. “If you’d ask me, I’d say, it makes me
want to fuck you; ruthlessly, because you’re strong and can handle more then
any man I know.” He says it in a way that. Carl bites his bottom lip, makes him
want to be fucked right here, and over again in the bed.
“I’ll hold you up to that one.” Negan smirks.
“Oh baby I’m going to fuck up that ‘tight ass that’ll blow my mind’ You’ll
never want my dick to leave you’re ass.” Carl groans.
“God, stop I’m hard enough as it is.” Carl grins and slaps his shoulder. Negan
chuckles and grabs at Carl’s bubble plump ass-cheeks. Making Carl smile and
nudge at the man shoulders.
“Come on, I’m serious Negan. I’m fucking horny as all hell right now, I haven’t
had a good fuck in weeks.” Negan smirks to this.
“Oh really now. Daddy refusing to fuck his willing son?” Negan sly smirk pisses
Carl off.
“No. He hasn’t, and you took-” Carl stops talking, hoping that Negan won’t push
it.
“Hum.” Negan straightens up, with a frown. “Who’s kid?”
Carl cheeks feel hot, as he try’s like all hell to figure out what to say
without upsetting Negan. Carl doesn’t know the man enough. He has no clue on
how he’d act out, other then the crazy moments he has seen, which aren’t really
helpful to think about. Carl bites his lip and figures, it couldn’t get worse
then it already is, right?
“Daryl, just Daryl. . .I’m sorry I should’ve-”
“Fucking Daryl huh. God damn, this shit is gettin’ messy already.” Negan rubs
at his chin looking down at the teen.
“Do you, like, love him or some shit like that?” Negan asks and Carl shakes his
head. “No. . More like friends with a tiny itty bitty bit of shagging while my
dad watches.”
Negan smirks. “Fucking real messy, your dad watches, that’s fucking creepy. I’m
mean yeah, I am, probably the biggest creep of them all. But why in the fuck
does he have to watch?” Negan frowns his brows looking at Carl for an answer.
But the boy doesn’t have one. He wonders the same thing.
“I. . .I don’t know. . Maybe it’s because what happened to me when I was
young.” Carl sighs, it feels good to talk about this, without worrying about
his dad popping up too make sure his past is unknown.
“Carl, look I know this is the worst kind of reason to have sex, letting your
people live, for a mad, ass, fuck. But I wouldn’t have cared if it was for a
deal or not, I wanted you. I still want you. Do you understand. This isn’t
about a ‘fuck’ this is more for me. I don’t just, go around and pick up sexy
ass teens everywhere I go. Especially teenage boys. I go for the woman, I have
wife’s here Carl. They all serve me for their husbands to live, or for their
families to have a safe place to stay.” Negan talks in a way that Carl finds,
sexy? It has to be the way he carries himself, his leadership, the way he knows
what to do. Doesn’t need anyone but himself to lead.
“I would have left during the night just to get that, mad, ass, fuck.” Carl
states, leaning against the toned man, running his fingers through his graying
chest hair. Wet with the showers warm water.
“Fuck kid; you’re driving my head mad with ideas for us tonight. I bet you love
it rough.” Negan nips at Carl’s bottom lip.
“Yeah.” Carl whimpers, as Negan sucks his bottom lip. Wrapping his arms around
the boy, thrusting his hips against the teens. Roughly rubbing their cocks
together.
“Shit Negan, lets hurry up in here; All I want right now is to be underneath
you, feeling your dick hitting my guts so beautifully hard. Making me come
without touching myself.” Carl says what he’s leaned from Daryl, to get his dad
all hot and bothered for him. It worked once, god it was so good. He made his
dad get rough with him, and it felt like heaven. His guts did feel raw and
beaten from the insides. It makes Carl groan to the thought.
“I wanna know what goes through that head of yours baby-doll.” Negan kisses the
under of Carl’s eye socket.
“Have you washed down yet?” Negan asks, letting go of the youth to grab the
washcloth and soap.
“No.” Carl answers, lying, he already did clean off, fastly. But he wouldn’t
pass up this offer for anything in the world. Negan grins lathering the
washcloth in his hands with the bar of soap. Bubbly soap suds emerge fastly.
The man puts the bar off to the side and begins too scrub the teens chest down.
Carl smiles, closing his eye, relaxing. Trying his hardest to calm his
eagerness.
The elder takes great care of cleaning every little nook and cranny of Carl’s
body. Turning him around to get his back, inching lower and lower. Making Carl
breath hitch.
Negan kneels down, scrubbing Carl’s legs up and down, working his way in
between his thighs. Carl groans and places his hands against the tile walls,
opening his legs. Negan finally re-cleans his sensitive asshole.
“Did you take it out slowly?” Negan asks in a calm voice; while moving to his
groin and sack, cleaning thoroughly, while standing behind him.
“I did.” Carl answers him. Leaning his chest against the showers tiled walls
now.
“good boy.” Negan states. Standing up, rising off the rag before adding more
soap. Carl turns around, watching him lather the washcloth. Swallowing, he
reaches out to take them into his hands.
“I want to clean you off.. . .If that’s okay?” Carl asks. Finally looking up
into Negan’s eyes.
Negan smirks, and hands Carl the washcloth and soap bar. Watching Carl, now
lathering the rag with soap, and placing to the side.
Carl smiles up at him, before working on his graying hairy chest. Then his
toned abs, biceps and down, over his salt and peppered happy trail. Then back
up, the mans defiantly not as dirty as his father after a days of work. Carl
thinks to himself. But, the only man you’ve ever washed with, was your dad,
this is new. Such a new feeling he can’t understand. He was never allowed to
wash with Daryl, it was only him and his fathers thing.
He’d flip if he knew I’m showering with Negan. Carl grins to himself at that
thought, now I think I understand. Carl talks to himself in head while washing
the toned elder down. It’s intimate. Showering with another body next to you,
cleaning their body, letting them clean you. It’s intimate. Carl cleans the
back of Negan’s broad shoulders, down the dip of his back. Carl kneels down
like Negan did, to clean his muscled legs. Then lastly his groin.
Negan turns around, dick right in Carl face. “Man did I catch you in a perfect
position.” He lazily states with a sly smirk, looking down at Carl.
“Yeah.” Carl says, lightly rubbing his lips back and forth against the tip of
Negan’s dick. The man smirks, watching Carl open his mouth. His pink tongue
pokes out and laps the under of his head. Making Negan groan deeply and move
back to lean against the tiled wall. Carl gets onto his knees, and crawls with
the moving man, mouth still suckling his cocks swelling head.
The teens head starts to bob as the showers cooling water covers them. Carl
holds onto Negan’s hips, sucking and rubbing the flat of his tongue back and
forth against the thickness. Furthering Negan’s dick down his mouth. Moaning
and humming against the meaty cock, throat deep now. Negan bucks his hips up
and back, fucking the youths mouth and throat out. Using him, just as Carl
likes. Negan pets his wet hair, pulling back his brown hair to see him. To see
both his eyes and that sweet mouth sucking and taking it. The way the teens
cheeks puff out and suck in. This makes Negan grin and blow his load into the
back of the boys throat. With a groan.
“Mmhum, Fuck Kid.” Negan says with a smirk, leaning his head back against the
tile.
Carl leans back with a ‘pop’ and a smack of his lips. He swallowed the thick
strings of cum, that happily fills his stomach. Negan offers his hand out to
help Carl stand, which the teen takes. Negan pulls him up and brings Carl into
his chest, hugging the boy. Talking in his ear.
“I’m going to make you feel so good because of that one baby.” Carl’s face
flushes a dark red. Looking up at the man. “I can hardly stand the wait.” Carl
says back with a sly smirk.
Negan smirks back, and slaps the teens ass before turning off the shower.
\\\\\\\\\\\ Negan's pov next.
;p
Chapter End Notes
     There is so very much to come with this, I have mad, ass, fucking
     plans.
***** Baby oil, Peaches and Booze. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chapter three
Baby oil, Peaches and Booze.
Negan’s pov

Negan plans too take over this sweet lethal teen. Yeah two men have already had
a taste, and he has a history. What I’d give to know every little detail about
it. He’s got my head warped right now. Many ideas run through Negan’s head, all
the things he could do to him, and he’d take it. Fucking love it. Unlike his
many wife’s, so un-fun. But Carl, Carl’s made for this, knows how shity this
world is and what it does to you, mentally, physically, sexually. Everything
needs to be rougher, harder, as different as possible. Because we need to feel
it, physically fucking feel it. To feel better about it all. All the deaths,
all the killing of people by are own hands, fucking living people. We enjoy it,
and we want to feel better by feeling worse.
Negan Takes Carl out of the shower and dries him off. Then himself. He looks
about the cabinets for baby oil. Finding it, he leads Carl out of the bathroom.
Chuckling, thinking about rubbing the teen down in oil, maybe soak him. God,
Negan can barely handle thinking about what he’d look like glossed over and
slicked down.
“Alright now, lets get down to some fucking fun beautiful.” Negan says, deep
voiced, hoping it affects the youth. It does. Carl grins with a flushed face,
fallowing the man over to the red king sized bed.
“Lay down gorgeous.” Carl blushes fiercely. Laying stomach down and ass up, on
the silk sheets, naked, and wet haired. Negan licks his lips.
“On your back doll.” Negan says huskily. The youth is embarrassed, and red
faced because of his mistake. But Carl handles it, slowly, turning around.
Laying on his back, staring up at the big man. Carl gives Negan a dorky smile
and Negan can’t help but grin back.
“Fuck Carl, you got my head goin’ wild with ideas, hum, all the things I can do
to you.” Negan states while un-capping the oil and pouring some into the palm
of his rough hand.
He puts the bottle off too the side and rubs his hands together. Then leans
over the boy and works his oiled hands over the teens soft stomach. Rubbing up
and down and every inch of skin on Carl’s soft body. Taking all the time in the
world oiling the youth down. Pouring oil into the palm of his hand every few
good seconds.
Carl groans under the pressure of Negan’s fingers, kneading his shoulders.
Negan smirks, loving the look gracing the teens face, wondering if he’d be into
a little choking. Negan tilts his head, as his tongue plays behind his teeth.
Slowly; he moves his hands up too the teens slender neck.
His thumbs lightly press down while rubbing, the teen groans and arches his
head back, enjoying the feeling.
Negan smirks, yeah he does, damn I had a feeling. The man thinks to himself.
While rubbing his thumbs up and down, while squeezing tightly. Carl’s eye shuts
and a small smile spreads across his cock sucking, reddened lips.
“You like that baby?” Negan says licking his chapped lips, releasing the teens
neck, moving his hands down to the boys shoulders again.
“I love it.” Carl whispers, Negan doesn’t let that slip his mind. As his thumbs
circle and his fingers knead at Carl’s muscles joints and knots. The youth
moans to every touch. Negan feels empowered that he’s making the teen feel so
good.
“Has your, dad or Daryl, ever done this for you?” Negan asks, honestly wanting
to know; if they treat him as well as Negan plans too treat him. Negan thinks
this while using both hands to massage Carl’s right arm.
“No. .well.” The teen chuckles lightly. “Maybe when I was a baby. . .And
Daryl’s not allowed to touch me like this.” Negan smirks, eyes moving from his
work to look into Carl’s good eye. Glad that this may be a real intimate moment
for the kid, and he’s the one getting to doing it.
“It’s important too be touched.” Negan says to Carl. Carl’s smile softens, and
he sits up. Using his hands to hold onto Negan neck. His pinky tips lightly rub
the broad of the mans shoulders.
“Can I massage you?” Carl asks and Negan grins.
“Of course. But after I’m done with you first.” The man growls out. Leaning
over to lay the boy back on the bed.
Negan works his hands on Carl’s left arm now. Then moves his oiled hands to his
stomach, again, rubbing- and playing, with the teen. Negan’s large hands roam
down to Carl’s harden cock, that’s been leaking pre-come through the experience
of being thoroughly touched. -In places more then just his hips, ass and cock.-

Carl closes his eye and a small smile graces his pink swollen lips.
Negan loves that look on his face. He wants Carl to love every moment of this.
Wants him to go back home feeling like he’ll need me again. And again and
again. Negan, has a feeling that he wants Carl, in more ways then this one.
Carl gasps opening his eye, as Negan squirts the youth down in oil, not caring
about the sheets. Negan smirks at the boy while squeezing the bottle, oiling
the teen down.
“Sit up on your knees, back facing me.” Carl -dripping oil- does as told, with
a sly smirk. Now on his knees back facing the man. Carl moans, rubbing in the
dripping oil on his chest and down his stomach. As Negan proceeds to squeeze
the bottle of oil all over the backside of the boy. Negan tosses the bottle off
to the side and starts rubbing Carl’s shoulders and back from behind. Getting
lower and lower, he slips his hand in between the teens ass-cheeks. And starts
to finger Carl’s wrinkled little ass-hole. Negan leans over and grabs the
bottle of oil, and squirts it at the teens crack. Letting it drip down to his
finger, that’s only a inch in the boy’s tight ring of muscle. Carl groans at
the feeling. Negan squeezes the bottle of oil right at the teens hole and his
finger. Once satisfied he starts to push more into the teen. Not wanting to use
more then one finger, Carl wants a good rough fuck, I plan on giving him one
he’ll never forget.
“Move up a bit.” Negan says in Carl’s ear. While removing his finger and
patting Carl’s rump.
Carl frowns, while moving up into the middle of the bed using his knees.
“That was a fucking tease Negan!” Carl states with sly smirk.
“You’re a fucking tease, jailbait.” Negan says with a smirk back, while walking
over to the bar. Negan grabs a six pack of beer from the mini fridge and a
cloth to open it. He places it at the end of the large king sized bed. Then
walks over to the other side of the bed, and grabs the jar of peaches and fork.
He brings that to the bed and crawls on.
“I want you to eat before we go on.” Negan says. Smiling and watching as Carl
turns around on his knees, glistening from all the oil. His nipples are hard
and sheen, cock shining and his small amount of pubic hair is matted with the
oil. Negan groans to himself at the sight of the boy. His own little jailbait,
all his.
“Okay.” Carl says in a whispered tone while chewing his bottom lip. Negan
smiles at this, his tongue dances behind his milk white teeth while un-screwing
the lid of the jar with the cloth. Carl watches on with a grin, breathing hard.
Negan places the cloth and lid next to the fork, and picks up the fork. Dipping
it into the jar and pulling out a good slice of peach, dripping it’s syrup.
Negan, wanting a mess of the boy, dips the slice back into the syrup.
“Open your mouth, wide.” Negan says in a controlling voice. Keeping the slice
in the jar, waiting for him to open up. Negan smirks when he obeys, on his
knees wet with oil and open mouthed to him, it makes his egos day.
Negan dips the slice in the syrup one more time before passing it to the boys
open mouth. Carl’s chin drips syrup while he eats. Watching everything the man
does, blinking his long eyelashes. Negan loves seeing his wound, blood crusted
and a mess like this one, it turns him on in a away, other things can’t.
Carl lifts his hand to wipe his mouth but Negan stops him. “Open your mouth.”
Carl frowns his brows. And licks his lips before doing so again, with the most
adorable frown while chewing. Waiting for his next bite. To which Negan makes
sure is double dipped in syrup before bringing it to the youths open and
waiting mouth.
His chin drips syrup down onto his flat chest, arms and thighs at half a jar
down. Making Negan harder then he’s ever been. The boy is malnourished and
incredibly thin, making what he’s eating protrude through his thin torso.
Carl whines after another messy bite. “Negan I was clean and smelled good.”
Negan chuckle getting the next slice ready.
“Ah but now you smell even better doll, peaches are my favorite fruit, by the
way.”
Carl smiles at this, opening his mouth for the man. After he’s done chewing, he
leans into the man and kisses his lips. Making sure to share his last bites
juices with the man. Negan moans flicking his tongue across the teens lips.
Lapping his tongue against the teens small rough tongue, tasting peaches and
Carl. Negan smirks pulling back.
“Now look at who’s the tease, fuck kid.” Negan says licking his lips after.
Mindlessly giving his cock a fast rub. It’s itching to fuck the teen rough and
ruthlessly. But his dick can hold off, make this better then what Carl’s ever
been graced to have. Negan goes back to feeding the teenager.

The small bump makes Negan’s mind go wild with ideas to fill him up with water,
air or better yet a good thick heavy chain. All would make his stomach look way
bigger then this. Water would make a soft plush bump, airs a bit stiff, but a
chain, how the man knows how to work a good thirty pound chain into an asshole.
It’s one of his specialties.
Maybe sometime soon. Negan thinks to himself.

Negan caps the jar of peaches and places it to the side with the fork. And
grabs for two beers. He use the cloth to uncap Carl’s. Negan hands the cold
beer to Carl and uncaps his. Loving Carl smirk, Negan tilts his bottle back
into his mouth and takes a good swig. Carl does the same, but doesn’t know that
it’ll fuzz up on you if you do it wrongly. Spilling beer down his chin now.

Again Carl goes to wipe his chin, but Negan stops him. Loving the new mess upon
the boys face. Carl tilts his head with a small ‘huff’. Negan chuckles, and
take another drink.
Negan’s truly trying his hardest not fuck him senseless, yet. He’s trying to
make this last as long as he can, hoping that Carl’s enjoying himself, as much
as Negan’s enjoying him.
The kids a beauty, handmade for me, Negan states in his head. Wishing that he
could simply keep him for himself. But, the boys father would go ballistic,
lord knows what he’d do to get the kid back. Negan ‘hums’ to his thoughts.
Taking another long swig, eyes wondering back to the beautiful sight that
beholds him. Carl gives a small, but sweet smile back. While taking his time
drinking his beer.
This is an ideal moment for Negan. To be able to show his dark wants too the
teen, is a step further then he’s ever made. And for Carl to show the same
wants back, brings up feelings he never thought he’d feel again.
Love for a starter. Negan really loves this kid. Fuck me, he thinks to himself,
while watching every move the boy makes. They sit silently drinking, both
grinning or smirking at each other. Negan winks at the teen and it makes him
giggle. His face is slowly flushing red with a buzz.
“Is this this your first time drinking doll?” Negan asks, downing the last of
his beer. Grabbing another from the case, placing the empty bottle in it’s
spot. Carl looks down at his glass bottle, swirling it around a few times
before looking back up at Negan.
“Honestly, yes. I’ve been offered, but never took it up. I like having a clear
sense of my surroundings.” Carl mumbles, and sips on.
Negan smirks. “I get it kid, it’s hard to relax with death lurking outside, men
wanting to take other men down. Life’s a fucking, Bitch, but you’ll be safe if
my ass around.” Carl grins while drinking.

“Yeah, well lets hope you are around. I do find myself in dumb situations, a
lot.” He sighs taking another drink of his beer.
“Yeah, well, bet your cute little ass on it, I’ll be there. What kinda dumb
situations?” Negan says and asks. Wanting to spark up a conversation, or more
like; wanting to get too know him more. Negan takes a long swig, eyes on the
teen, waiting for him to talk. Carl smirks.
“So much, when I was young, like eleven years old young. I had stolen . . .I
stole Daryl’s gun and went out into the woods looking for anything to do. Or
maybe I guess I wanted to prove that I could use a gun. My mom wouldn’t let me
be trained. . .I was just recovering from being shot.” Carl drinks and smirks.
“You look lost on what to say, I’ve lived in this shit for sometime.” Carl
takes another drink.
“Yeah, so I’ve just heard. What the fuck did I get myself into.” Negan smirks
back, drinking himself.
“What the hell does that mean?” Carl asks, tipping back the rest of his beer,
asking for another. Negan opens one for him and takes the empty bottle from his
hand. Their fingers brush against each other, it make Negan feel like a teen
all over again. Getting all jittery over it. Negan puts the bottle into the
empty space, with the un-drunken ones.

“I think I landed a legit Bonnie to my Clyde.” Negan states while tipping the
rest of his beer down, grabbing for another. Negan peeks at the boy while doing
so, loving his flustered red face.
“Keep going, I wanna hear what my little bad-ass did, at just eleven and shot
already, Oh and please do tell me how the fuck that one happened.” Negan drinks
smirking.
“Okay.” Carl sighs, drinks, and starts to tell it all.
Negan now knows he was shot because him and his father were looking at a dear,
And when he stole the gun, he didn’t kill a walker that later killed one of his
group members. Negan sighs, more to himself. Regret is a Bitch.
“God damn kid.” Is all he can think to say.
“Yeah.” Carl says and starts to chuckle darkly. “Yeah, and when my mom finally
let me get those lessons, I got a major shock to how this world works now.”
Carl sighs while drinking.
“So what, did you fucking kill someone or something like that, got upset and
regretted it, but that’s the way life works now, and let me fucking tell you.
You’re a strong as-”
“I was raped idiot, sorry if I worded it wrongly.” Carl rolls his good eye to
the man with a smirk.
“Shit. . Look sorry kid I’m not the best person, I know that, but fuck. . Are
you sure of this shit.” Negan points at himself.
Carl smiles while swallowing. “I love your dumb-ass mouth, don’t worry. . .And
yes I really. . .I like some different kind of shit Negan, and a lot of it I
haven’t been able to do because of my dad. Not even Daryl, my dad . . .he has
these rules.”
Negan frowns his brows. This whole situation is new for him. So the kids been
raped, his dad has fucked him, and my current prisoner, also has some kind of
thing going on with the kid. Now my dick wants part of it and I’m feeling like
I can’t hold a top place for this kid; unless it’s really crazy and rough.
Negan smirks, well he can play that game with the teen. Fuck me.
“What rules, lets break them all tonight.” Negan’s smirk turns into a large
toothy grin at Carl’s bright eyed smile.
“The first one I broke already, no kissing. No showering with anyone but him,
check mark.” Carl drinks.
“No drinking was in there somewhere. . .So cheers.” Carl clinks his glass
bottle against Negan’s. They both smirk.
“What else.” Negan wants to really know how far this goes. “And. . .how’d it
happen?”
Carl frowns his brows. “Shane was my dad’s best friend for years, as far as I
know, before all this. Shane would come over and have dinner with the family. .
.” Carl frowns. And Negan tilts his head.
“I wanna know what’s going through the pretty little head of yours.” Negan
truly does want to know.
“I had to shoot my mom, she died during childbirth. I didn’t want my dad to do
it, so I did. I was just thinking about her is all. She could make a really
good dinner spread. Anyway, Shane.” Carl sighs shaking his head, and drinks.
Cheeks flushing, Negan wonders if the boy would have talked this much without
the help of alcohol courage.
“He. . .He took me out, and when I said the major shock of how this world
works, is that no one is around but the dead, men can get away with anything
they want now. Without having to worry about police or people seeing or
hearing. Shane. . made sure of that.” Carl sighs
“ He pulled off to the side of the road. And did his deed. . .What sucks, is, I
felt that he liked me, and I thought that letting him. .Do what he did, meant I
was old enough to love him and that I could stay with him forever.” Carl takes
a drink before continuing with a loud sigh this time.
“ I started asking him for it Negan. At eleven. And no I may have not ‘asked’
for it the first time. But I did the next three.” Carl huffs out, and finishes
off his second beer. Handing it over asking for another one. To which Negan
obliges too.
“Okay, so what if you liked it, every single person, will react to being
touched that way. You felt loved, kid, don’t bet yourself up over the that one.
Hell I can remember my first, I paid for her with my allowance. It was messy
and she wasn’t tight at all.” Negan chuckles to the memory. “I thought that I
was the one who didn’t do it well. It wasn’t till a month later that I played
around with this girl at a party, that I realized, shit, tight pussy is waaay
better then paying for old hag pussy.”
Carl rolls his eye. “Thanks Negan, helped me understand, that maybe I should
stop fucking old men and try to find someone my age in this world.” Carl states
with a roll of the eye, and craws off the bed, leaving Negan smirking.
“But I do know one thing. If I did find a boy my age to play with. Their dick
wouldn’t rub that right spot.” Carl states while walking to the bathroom.
“I bet my dick’s the biggest you’ve ‘played’ with huh baby?” Negan says with a
sly smirk, Carl looks back at the man laughing, hand on the doorframe, his
other hand occupies his new beer.
“Shut up Negan!” Carl bites his bottom lip “Yeah, well. . .I guess Shane felt
the biggest, but I was really young. . . Yours is bigger then my dads tho, and
Daryl’s got this.” Carl giggle’s “He’s got a beer-can dick, in my dads own
words.” Negan smirks.
“So you really like old men huh, I think I’m older then your daddy and Daryl,
and It sounds like I have a cock to talk about.” Carl starts to laugh from
inside the bathroom now, the sound is so nice.
“I guess I scored myself the biggest and oldest fish of the group.” Carl says
while pissing. The teen laughs walking out of the bathroom with a big grin.
“And I do very much like this fish.” Negan cocks an eyebrow.
“Yeah, what about this ‘big old fish’ do you like.” Negan asks, grinning as
Carl crawls back up onto the bed, beer still in hand.
“Hum, he has rough skin, I don’t how it became that way, but I’d like to think
it was from raw hard work. He’s got these eyes, so full of mischief, control
and power. He’s made to lead, has a good head on his shoulders.” Negan starts
to chuckle.
“A fish with shoulders huh.” Carl punches his arm, making Negan grin.
“Go on, I like the sound of this fish, reminds me of, me.” They both start to
laugh at this. Carl’s giggles from drunkenness, makes Negan laugh more. He
hasn’t had a good belly laugh in sometime, it make him feel a little warmer.
It’s not till Carl stops to rub his stomach, that he looks down to see the
large bump, blotting his belly. This makes Carl’s face redden, he smirks.
“I’ve never seen my stomach look this big before.” The teen says with flushed
cheeks.
“It looks good on you, I could fill your stomach up with so many different
things.”
“Like what?” Carl asks, smiling and rubbing his stomach. Negan smirks back, and
places his hand on top of Carl’s smaller hand. He rubs the boys bump with him.
“Water, air. . .a chain.” Carl’s eye flicks up fastly to Negan’s eyes.
“A chain?” the teen asks, tilting his head off to the side.
“Yeah a good thick chain, have you in a handstand, leaning against the bed,
your ass up in the air. Legs wide.” Negan talks while watching Carl’s every
expression.. Loving the way his eye lights up, and how his smirk spreads into a
toothy grin. The oil has his skin glistening, from his neck down. Carl’s lips
part, licking his teeth, making Negan smirk at the action.
“Like the idea of that one baby?” Carl nods, and runs his free hand up Negan’s
forearm. Kneading the mans toned muscles.
“I really like the sound of that. . .I want to do so much with you Negan. . .I
want you to do so much to me.”
“I wanna fuck you, now.” Negan growls, taking everything off the mattress and
placing it on the table next to the bed.
“But first, I want you to finish the rest of your beer.” Negan points at Carl’s
hand holding the forgotten drink. Carl smirks, and brings the bottle up to his
mouth. Chugging the rest of it’s contents down. Then lets out a good burp,
covering his mouth with flushed cheeks. He giggles, handing over his empty beer
bottle to Negan’s held out hand. Negan puts it on the table with the rest of
the shit. And makes his way to the youth. That’s already moved to laying on his
back, with his hands rubbing his body. Watching Negan with a big grin.
“Beautiful.” Is all the Negan can say, while getting onto the bed.
Negan gets in between the teens open legs.
That wrap around Negan’s waist. Negan takes over the boys mouth, kissing him
sloppily.
Tasting the peaches and booze on Carl’s tongue. He pulls back to lap his tongue
over Carl’s dirty chin. Carl gasps and moans. As Negan cleans his chin off,
lapping his tongue down to his thin neck.
Negan bites down, hard, at the crook of Carl’s neck. Carl gasps loudly, pulling
at the man hair while humping Negan’s cock against his. With in a second the
teen comes, withering in the mans arms. Breathing hard, as Negan releases his
clamped jaw, to lap his tongue over the bleeding wound. The man will go any
lengths to make a person feel pain, he thinks that this is a good start off for
the teen.
Negan moves his mouth to the boys, making him taste his sweet blood, with the
mix of peaches and Budweiser. Carl moans into the mans mouth, lapping his small
tongue over Negan’s thick muscle in his mouth. Swallowing down the taste. Negan
moves away, leaning back on his knees.
“I’m a fucking lucky man right now.” Negan states, lucky man he fucking is, he
found a partner who enjoys pleasure in the pain. Negan gathers up Carl’s cum on
his small bump of a stomach, and use’s it as lube. Coating his long, thick,
veiny cock with the boys warm mess. Carl’s sits up, using his elbows for
support. To watch as Negan places his cock right at his finger stretched,
throbbing asshole. Carl bites his bottom lip and sharply inhales, as Negan
pushes his hips forward. Entering the boy, pushing past the first tight ring to
get too the warm, soft clinging muscle.
Carl lets out a low groan, arching his head back. His colon sucks him in and
clenches over and over. Carl’s Adams apple bobs as he try’s to swallow the lump
in his throat, whimpering out breathy moans. Negan keeps pressing forward, till
he’s balls deep inside the youth.
Negan lets out a groan. Carl is tight and his warm rings of muscle cling to
every inch of his throbbing cock.
Making it hard for the man to calm his stamina. Carl lays back against the pile
of pillows and wraps his hands around Negan’s forearms. Negan smirks, and leans
down to catch the boys mouth, sharing a slow paced kiss. As he starts to move
his hips back and forth , slowly, too their kiss. It takes Carl’s breath away,
he huffs past Negan’s lips breathing hard as his body is rocked against the
silk pillows. Negan breaks the kiss, leaning back. Carl lays his arms down at
his sides with a groan.
Negan bends Carl’s legs up to his chest. “Hold your legs.” Negan says while
keeping his slow pace of thrusting. Carl wraps his arms around his thighs and
holds his legs tightly against his chest. This gives Negan a perfect angle to,
grab a hold Carl’s feet, and fuck him senseless. Pounding his dick in as far as
it can go and back out, then back in for another good ramming. After a good few
more thrusts. Negan slows down, and brings Carl’s legs up over his shoulders.
Wanting to see him better.
“Hand me a pillow, doll.” Negan tells Carl, while holding his thighs. Adjusting
their position to the best that he can. Carl reaches off to the side and grabs
a pillow. And folds it in half, then moves it underneath his rump. Negan’s
grinning while moving closer, tucking his knees under the pillow. Relaxing his
hold on Carl‘s legs, but still holding his thighs. Negan begins to move his
hips. Nice and slow. Watching every expression the boy makes. Carl’s rubbing
his bump of a stomach, his bottom lip is being chewed on, and his good eye is
locked with Negan’s. After a few slow thrusts, Negan begins to pick up the
pace. And Carl starts whimpering again, with beads of sweat beginning to
produce across his forehead.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Carl whimpers out arching his back, licking his lips
and moving his hips up to catch a rhythm with the man. Negan chuckles.
“Mhm, not as good as you feel baby, your ass is eating my dick up!” With that
Negan hits his hips forward roughly. The sound of his, rather large ball sack,
hitting against Carl’s ass, echoes through the room. Carl grins, wiping his
forehead with the back of his hand, sucking on his bottom lip. While being
rocked into the mattress.
 
//////// Carl's Pov next.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the wait and smut cliffhanger, I didn't feel like it was
     full enough, so I spent some time adding in things. I'm trying, lol.
     Anyway I have a plot for this. I just can't wait to get to it.
***** sorry not sorry *****
I'm going to be re-writing this, carl I feel, needs a better background, and it
lacks waht it could be. Plus I came up with a really good plot-line now, at
first I was running with one little idea and rushing to post, but I can't do
that. It makes the story lack what it could be, like I said, and even some of
you said, it's rushed and flushed, it could be so much more, so that's what I'm
doing.
I've already added so much to what you guys have alreay read, things I forgot
happened and put it in, just for my minds sake, but then I told my mom this,
and she told me, to take my time with it, enjoy it, seeing that I will not what
so ever watch the death eps of Chandler's it pisses me off way to much. WAAAY
too much, and I'm not sure if any of you know k-pop but I've been a fan of a
group named SHINee for 7 years, the lead singer is really dead, so at the time
I was crying for a fake killing on my favorite show, and a real person that I
loved, killed himself. I've been down, mostly why I stopped writing for moment,
my computer is filled with not only twd but them, so being on it was hard and
upseting for me.
But no matter what I always want to write, something of my own one day, but for
now, Carl with a nasty gay past and Neagn making things messy and fun sounds
cool with me. I hope ya'll will forgive me on this one, but I'm not leaving you
hanging, the posts will be good and worth the wait. I'll be keeping this up
till the first post, when Carl's ten, finding out that he like boys, lori
telling rick, why rick is so hard and has these crazy rules. I do hope you guys
will stick around till then C: <3 thank you for reading, love yourself and what
you're doing, our you'll never be happy.
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