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Adam Reed was tired, or maybe he wasn't, but he just didn't feel like he could sleep right now. Maybe Adam was just exhausted. It had taken hours, but the pain from his gunshot wound had finally dulled down to merely an annoying pulsating feeling, although only after taking what must've been an almost dangerous dosage of painkillers. He was sitting limply on the opened futon in his old bedroom, hunched over in discomfort. What time was it anyway? Adam had requested to head to bed many hours earlier, easily convincing Adam- the *other* Adam, the tiny stupid one, to let him crash in his room (even though, technically it belonged to him already, because well, you get the idea.)

But really, mom couldn't find out about her, now 40 year old, time traveling son staying in the house, so Adam couldn't exactly stay on the couch, and who can say no to their gorgeous, ripped, future self, not you I'm guessing. But all of this is beside the point, what was the time? It must have been around 3 in the morning and Adam hadn't slept a wink. He looked over to the little lump of blankets on the bed a few feet away, moving up and down at a steady, gentle rhythm. He envied the boy in this moment, resting peacefully, blissfully unaware of Adam, the big Adam, being in such a state of discontent. Things needed to get more serious, Adam thought.

He stood up, treading slowly to the twin sized bed the kid was knocked out in. Carefully placing himself down at the end of the mattress where the boy's legs couldn't reach. Seeing the young Adam's soft, relaxed face made the older man groan in annoyance. He reached out an arm, brushing his fingers through his younger self's boyish blonde waves, the touch was innocent, nothing evil or corrupt could ever be seen in such an action. Except it didn't feel that way to Adam, he already loved the boy, he even missed being that sweet, cherubic little thing, but that made him hate the kid even more. Adam wanted that version of himself to stay this way forever, for the little Adam to never leave, but god, he really wanted to tear that thing apart.

He trailed his hand away from the boy's hair, moving to cup his little cheek, rubbing circles into the smooth flesh with his thumb. Adam had forgotten how he looked at this age, almost like he was a different person, and he really wished he was. Little Adam's thick doe-like eyelashes fluttered gently as he slept, deep in some long forgotten dream. The older of the two couldn't help but notice a string of drool dripping from the kid's slightly parted pink lips, shiny with sleepy spit. He felt dirty, like an evolved predator hunting it's dumb prey, he knew he was wrong, so wrong. Adam gripped the small creature's face a little, turning his head to admire his unconscious expression, it wasn't hard for Adam to see in the dark, to see all the boy's adorable freckles, the ones his body somehow left behind as he grew up. He noticed the sounds of gentle breathing coming from the tiny Adam, through his mouth, so that's why his breath smelled so bad, Adam thought with an amused exhale.

Adam gave in, letting the boy's face go slowly, resting his little head back on his too-high stack of pillows. He gripped the edge of the duvet covering the small thing, pulling it away slowly, revealing the kid's delicate frame. He was a late bloomer, Adam remembered, ghosting his hands all over mini Adam's waifish, body. He was so skinny, breakable, and Adam couldn't wait to crush the thing to pieces, he wouldn't hit puberty for another two years, Adam mused. And the fact that he wore one of his father's oversized t-shirts as pyjamas didn't help the boy seem any larger either, Adam was horribly infatuated with himself.

He lifted the kid's big shirt up a bit, exposing the pretty white flesh of Adam's little tummy, flat, undefined, and tainted with black and blue bruises. He was such a stupid little loudmouth, he really deserved all the beatings he got, didn't he. Adam leaned his head down to press a few kisses to the boy's abused body, not caring enough if he were to wake the boy up. Not long after, he pulled away, uncomfortably feeling like the the parent of a newborn baby, kissing their infant joyfully. That's not what this was, this was evil, and Adam was starting to think he couldn't care less, but he still didn't want to pretend he was something he wasn't. How did he even get here? He must be really traumatized to be doing this to himself, Adam laughed.

He hesitated for a moment, gripping tiny Adam's hips a little too hard. He heard the boy let out an uncomfortable whimper, but he was still asleep, blissfully unaware. So Adam continued.

Adam's heart hammered in his chest, his heartbeat sounding too loud to his own ears. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the sleeping boy's little boxer briefs, they had some game characters on them that Adam couldn't remember, they were childish, he is a child, Adam told himself. He faltered slightly, knowing he should stop now, but it's himself, so why should it matter, he's not hurting anyone (else). Adam returned to the task at hand, slowly stripping the little Adam of his decency. He clenched his eyes shut, swiftly pulling down the article of clothing, not daring to open his eyes, it might break his heart, make him reconsider. When he did open his eyes, he focused on the mini Adam's face, drool still spilling down his chin, Adam was a real asshole.

Little Adam shifted around, alerting the older man, but the little idiot was still sleeping somehow, getting beat up every day really tuckers you out, Adam grinned. Adam held onto the boy's thighs, parting them gently, he'd finally looked down, admiring Adam's tiny prick. It suited him perfectly, and Adam felt ashamed, he couldn't believe this was him, but he loved knowing that it was. It took a moment for Adam to realize how hard he was, a large tent was formed in the front of his sweatpants, further dwarfing the younger thing's embarrassing little cocklet. Adam had never been so turned on in his life, well maybe that's not true, he did have a wife, so this was probably a close second.

Adam impatiently freed his erection from the unwelcome confines of his sweatpants, feeling the stuffy summer air envelop his painfully hard dick. He slapped it down on tiny Adam's little tummy, shoving a fist in his own mouth to quiet the groan that involuntarily escaped his lips. Adam was easily over twice the size of the small creature beneath him, it made him feel powerful, even though it shouldn't have. He aggressively held down the boy's skinny little hips, grinding on his soft belly. That was when the kid woke up, his brown eyes fluttering open prettily, the boy let out a small yawn, confirming his consciousness. Adam was screwed.

"Adam?" The boy spoke drowsily, his voice high pitched and (almost) innocently confused. It made the much bigger man mad, and he had no idea why. Little Adam rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, unable to clearly see in the dark room. "What are you doing on my bed? I knew you were creepy, Adam." The kid joked, not yet realizing the situation that he was in. The larger man slapped a hand over the tiny thing's mouth, silencing him effectively. With his other hand, he quickly leaned over and reached into a bag that he'd dropped beside the bed, pulling out an unidentifiable object.

The smaller of the two suddenly understood everything, now noticing his lack of underwear, his eyes widened in terror and his face turned a bright shade of pink. The poor little Adam attempted to pry the hand off his mouth, failing pathetically, he let out a choked sob, far too loud. At this rate he would definitely wake up mom. Big Adam removed his hand speedily, replacing it with one of the items he removed from the bag. Some type of futuristic gag, Adam had packed it with slightly different circumstances in mind but something like this was always an option if he was being honest. Now the tiny idiot couldn't make a sound, perfect. Adam placed the other item on the boy's nightstand, handcuffs, it'd be a fun challenge without them, and Adam wasn't really into those things, they were more of a precaution. Adam made eye contact with the sobbing boy, seeing the fat tears stream down little Adam's cute face made his own dick throb shamefully.

It's just like jacking off, exactly like it, Adam reasoned with himself, he laughed softly. Leaning in to kiss the tiny boy's tears away, Adam grinned, the thing's misery tasted so sweet.

Adam gripped the boy's skinny thighs, indenting the soft skin with his fingertips, making sure to leave marks. Hurting the little thing beneath him felt like therapy to Adam, a terrible catharsis. He reluctantly withheld his grasp, stroking the kid's legs, from his upper thigh down to his calves. They were so long in proportion to his miniscule body, they looked thin and fragile, like he was a porcelain doll, and Adam felt ashamed. He shouldn't be so innocent and corruptible, he shouldn't be so frail and dainty, none of this was him.

"Sorry Adam, i guess you were right about the you 'going to therapy' thing, but you probably won't remember any of this in a few years." Adam snickered, effortlessly flipping the petite boy onto his stomach. He wasn't reacting, not even trying to put up a fight, weird, but it makes things easier so it's fine. Adam grabbed the smaller one's tiny waist, pulling him up, repositioning the kid so his upper body was flat against the mattress and his cute little ass was up in the air, his useless cocklet drooping down between his thighs. "Good job, chipmunk, you're doing so well... I guess I have to reward you, then..." Adam teased, spreading the boy's marshmallow-esque cheeks, putting the little Adam's pink virgin hole on display, he felt the boy shudder in fear, it was the first sign of life from the thing in a while.

A quick lap of the tongue is all Adam took, coating the kid's deepest parts in warm, slick saliva. It was a blessing he had taken a shower before bed (usually he'd wait till morning), so he tasted like oatmeal soap, comforting and delicious. Adam heard a sound from beneath him, sniffling, the idiot was crying again, yet somehow he didn't have the guts to try and escape, he was really stupid, he deserved this. He licked another stripe up the delectable treat, ravaging it, attempting to prepare the small boy for the abuse that would soon befall. "You ready, chipmunk?"

Adam roughly held onto the little creature under him, knowing he would break soon, he knew how the boy's mind worked. Soon after, it started thrashing around like an injected puppy, Adam was too smart for his own good. "Calm down, shitbrick. If you keep fighting it, this shit's gonna hurt a fuckton more..." Adam 'reasoned', letting one of his hands leave the creature. He spat on it, using the now slicked hand to wet his raging boner, not the best lube, but it'd teach little Adam a lesson for sure.

Adam lined up his throbbing dick with the boy's dripping, barely stretched little hole. He was fairly doubtful it could ever fit, but consarn it if he didn't at least try. His gaze trailed up, seeing that the itty bitty Adam's head was turned around, he was looking Adam in the eyes with a pitiful, depressed gaze, he shook his head frantically, silently begging for forgiveness, slurping up drool from behind his gag. Pathetically perverted. For a moment he contemplated listening to the kid, but that would be a really goddamn stupid thing to do. So instead he started to shove the head of his dampened cock into the boy's poor virgin entrance. It was the one thing better than pussy. He pushed in further, slowly, carefully, Adam's well trained body was threatening to release already. Man that'd be embarrassing. But the boy was just that good.

On the other side of the spectrum, little adam was clawing at the sheets, breathing fast and heavy as tears fell down his face. He was being ripped apart. "Hey chipmunk, don't go having an asthma attack before I can cum..." Adam laughed breathily, trembling as he forced his way deeper into the warmth. One of his hands reached out into the boy's soft hair, pulling his head back aggressively. "If i take this thing off will you be a good boy for me?" Adam asked, tracing his fingers over the gag sensually "If you stay quiet..." he hesitated "I promise I won't touch you again after this, deal?" Little Adam nodded quickly, obediently. The older man easily undid the lock on the device, freeing the kid's mouth.

"Thank you..." little Adam commented weakly, voice sore from sobbing. He was still an idiot. Was he really thanking his rapist? Just when Adam was starting to like him. He jackhammered his dick in and out of the fragile boy, bottoming out on each thrust. They'd both let out a sound at the same time, so similar yet so different, the larger of the two releasing a low groan, while the tiny one had let out a miserably angelic whiny moan that sounded like he was in pain. Oh wait...

Adam shushed the little creature, leaning forward to plant kisses on the boy's neck. He continued to let his frustrations out on the kid, easily moving around his insides due to the blood he'd drawn from the poorly prepped hole. Every thrust made the little thing under Adam cry softly, and it brought him closer and closer to climax. "Fuck, chipmunk... I'm gonna breed you so hard, I'm gonna get you pregnant..." Adam moaned, pulling the boy down to sit on his cock. He thrusted up into the kid rapidly, wrapping his arms around the thing's skinny midsection. "You see the bulge in your tummy? I'm so much bigger than you, chipmunk." He grinned into the mini Adam's neck, rubbing the outline of his own dick in the boy. He came not long after, coating the innocent boy's insides in his own grown up seed. Adam kissed his cheek, a peace offering of sorts.

Little Adam sobbed just loudly enough to not reach the other rooms of the house, he was blubbering almost inaudibly. "I don't wanna get pregnant!" The boy sniffled, cheeks and eyes a sad shade of red. Adam pulled out in annoyance, tossing the boy on the other side of the mattress. He tried not to stare at the white goop spilling out the kid's ravished hole, lest he get turned on again. "I can't even begin to fathom what the hell is wrong with you." He stated exasperatedly "Just go to bed and pretend none of this ever happened, alright..."

To think, Adam was even going to get the boy off. But he'll have to save that for another day, he didn't feel like dealing with that moron right now. He sulked back to his futon pantsless and fell asleep