Chapter 6 - Bolin Gets Mad

“Bolin?”

Bolin didn’t answer, instead grabbing her pigtails and hauling her up painfully.

“Bolin! What are you—”

She cut off as he hurled her onto the locker room bench. His clothes came off as she lay there, dazed.

Her eyes crossed as his surprisingly long cock appeared in front of her face. “Bolin?” she said in rising panic. “I’m sorry, I’ll give you a hand job, I know this girl named Pema you can fuck—”

He ignored her, grabbing her hair and pulling her backwards so her head was hanging off the bench.

“Bolin—”

His hands on the back of her head, he forced her head up as his hips drove down and in. Her eyes widened as his nuts swung in toward them, the musky scent filling her nostrils and his ball sack making it difficult to breathe.

More distressing was the cock buried in her throat. Korra had been the recipient of more than a few vicious facefuckings, but she had no leverage and Bolin was if anything more interested in punishing her than getting off. He held her deep against his groin until her face was turning red, tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes, and her mouth was full of sticky throat-saliva from the constant provocation of his cock. When he finally pulled out, she had to wait for it to run out of her mouth and up her face and hair before she could gasp out a breath, and his cock was now slippery enough to penetrate her again with ease.

Bolin alternated between brutally fucking her face and simply holding his cock in her throat until she was nearly passed out. Her hands were on his legs, not pushing so much as holding on for dear life, and her legs kicked uselessly until she tired out. Her muffled pleas for mercy became replaced by defeated gagging sounds.

Bolin noticed. Ramming her harder, he snapped, “Are you so used to having a cock in your throat that this bores you, slut?” He slapped her hard on her pussy, causing her eyes to shoot wide open and her body to shake. “This is everyday stuff for you, whore? Is this how your daddy put you to bed every night, whore?”

“MMPH MMPH GLLLKGHH GLLKKKHGGH!” was the closest Korra could come to an answer. Of course she had been sucking Daddy’s cock the day she was old enough, although it was usually in the morning, not at night. But somehow she didn’t think Bolin was interested in the technical details.

Korra didn’t know how much time had passed, only how sore her jaw was by the time Bolin finally finished with her mouth. A last torrent of drool and stomach acid fell down her face and into her hair. Her eyes were congealed shut with her own dried saliva and the sweat from his ballsack. Her hair had come loose during the violent abuse of her face and hung matted below, and her legs felt like they were cramping from their spasming support of her weight. She wasn’t even thinking anymore, just breathing deep, grateful breath, despite the sticky strands of spit that stretched from her bottom lip to her nose. She felt used and broken.

Bolin wiped his cock off between her breasts, then grabbed her hair and dragged her upright, making her groan. “You still haven’t gotten me off yet, whore. How about we clean you off in the shower?”

Korra protested weakly as Bolin pulled her to the shower. He turned the water on and pushed her in. The steaming hot water came as a shock and almost felt good as it began to wash the drool and sweat off her body. Bolin climbed in after her and pushed her against the wall.

“Let’s clean you off,” he said, his cock pressed against her hip.

“Fuck you,” she managed.

He slapped her across the face. “You have a dirty mouth. Here, I’ll help you rinse it out.” Spinning her around, he hooked his arms under hers and forced her into the stream of water. He pushed his fingers in between her lips and pulled her mouth wide open like he was making her say cheese for a photograph. He tilted the head up toward the water. Korra wanted to keep her teeth shut, but he was pilling her cheeks apart so hard she was forced to open them.

“How is it, slut?” he said. “Hot enough for you.

“Ggrrrrbblblb!” Korra answered, stuck between a spray of hot water and Bolin’s hard body. The water rushed into her mouth. She spluttered out what she could but choked as she tried to breathe, making her body spasm as she tried to escape Bolin’s hold. She could feel his cock poking up between her ass cheeks. She was inadvertently humping it as she squirmed and struggled.

“Eager for a fucking, aren’t you?” he said, noticing. “Well, I never ignore a woman’s request.”

“Ee ohn uh ee!” Korra shouted, then let out a cry as she felt him force his way into her cunt. She was grateful her pussy was wet as a defense mechanism, and definitely not because she was intensely aroused by what was happening to her. She was Mako’s fucktoy, and Bolin’s hard, thrusting cock deep inside her wouldn’t change that.

“Just like your first time with your boyfriend, isn’t it?” he said, hips slapping against her ass. “Or is this more like how your daddy fucks you?”

“Uhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh!” Korra spluttered wetly. Daddy hadn’t ever fucked her this hard. Even when he pulled her hair, it was just to remind her of his strength, not to punish her.

“Your idea of romantic sex is someone patting you on the head after fucking your throat,” Bolin grunted. “Every time a boy cums in you you hope you get pregnant so he’ll stay with you.”

Tears streamed from her eyes and were washed away by the burning water.

“Ah uh oo eeh oh eeaan!” Korra sobbed. “Ahhhhh!”

Bolin removed his fingers from her mouth. With one hand on her shoulder forcing her back against him every time she pulled away, and the twisting a grip on her hair and keeping her face in the showerhead, he said, “What did you say, slut?”

“Why are you being so mean to meeee?” Korra spluttered.

“I’m not being mean to you,” he said as his cock worked inside her. “I’m treating you like everyone else does.”

“That’s not trueee,” Korra sobbed. She tried to think of an example.

Bolin snorted and released her hair. Korra sagged at the waist, spitting water as she was finally able to open her eyes, the hot stream landing on her back instead of her face. He took hold of her arms and used the grip to fuck her even harder.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Korra grunted every time he pounded her.

“You shouldn’t be surprised by the way men view you,” Bolin said. “Look at your ridiculous tits! You were made to be a whore.”

“Uhhhhhnnnn,” Korra groaned.

He hilted deep in her, forcing more noises out of her. “What’s the matter, fight all gone? Accepted your fate as the world’s fucktoy?”

“I’m the Avatar,” she whimpered.

“You’re being fucked in the shower by a man who despises you! Anytime a boy wants his dick in you, there’s nothing you can do to stop him, and you don’t want to stop him. Admit it, whore!”

Korra shook her head. He pressed deep inside her. “Admit it!”

“Ahhhhyes,” Korra groaned.

“That’s a good girl,” Bolin commented. “See how easy it is to admit you’re a slut?”

Korra hung her head. She had never felt so low.

Bolin fucked her from behind until she was all but ready to faint, then turned her around and fucked her against the shower wall, her legs pressed over his shoulders. Gradually her noises turned to moans, and she began to shudder and shake. Bolin noticed, told her she was a whore, and came in her.

Korra’s orgasm came in disappointed waves as Bolin pulled out of her. She sagged and collapsed against the wall, panting heavily. Her face was bright red from the heat and exertion and more than a little embarrassment, and her pussy felt like it had been fucked for an hour, which it might have been. Bolin pulled her into the stream of water, and she lay there as it blasted her while he walked out of sight.

He came back a minute later and tossed her clothes at her. They fell in the shower and started to soak.

“Get dressed,” he said as she lay still in the shower. “I’m hungry. We’re going out to eat.”

Korra slowly managed to pull herself up and put on her now-wet clothes. She stumbled out of the shower and into Bolin, who seized her by the wrist and began to lead her away.

Bolin chose a noodle place and ordered for her. Too hungry and broken to be proud, she scarfed it down. Her drying clothes were now cold instead of hot on her, and the noodles helped with that. She almost didn’t care in front of Bolin. At this point, what did she have to hide?

“Get under the table, slut,” he said when he was finished. “If you can get me to bust a nut in your overused mouth, I’ll let you go for the rest of the night.”

“Not hear,” Korra hissed. It was a crowded restaurant. In response, he burped in her face.

“You’re disgusting,” Korra said, leaning away.

“And you’re a cumbucket.” He motioned under the table. Rolling her eyes, Korra slid off the seat and knelt between his legs.

“Don’t worry, only most of them can see you,” he said as she grudgingly undid his pants. “It’s important to make a good first impression. In your case, all they want to know is what you can do with that tongue of yours.”

“What about my tits?” she said sarcastically as she began to stroke his hardening cock.

“Nah, your tits are terrible. Get sucking.”

Korra slurped his cock, ignoring the stares and growing muttering around them. Bolin looked perfectly at ease with the Avatar sucking him off in a crowded restaurant.

When she had thoroughly wetted his dick, rather than subject her to further humiliation, he surprised her by ordering her to stop. He led her out and up some tower where they had an amazing view of the city at night.

“This is a nice date,” Korra said.

“Sure is, tits. Hands on the railing, ass out.”

Frowning, Korra did as he said, feeling slightly embarrassed up there in the chilly air, potentially being watched by the entire city. She felt Bolin tug down her pants and slip his cock casually inside her.

“So,” he said as he began to fuck her in front of the city night, “do you often find yourself in this situation?”

“Just fuck me,” she said as she gripped the cold railing.

“Oh, right, this is just another Tuesday for you.” Suddenly his thumb was on her clit, rubbing expertly. Korra cried out, nearly buckling as her legs shook. “I’m sorry, slut, do you not like that?” He withdrew his hands and almost stopped fucking her.

“No,” Korra whined, pushing up on her toes, trying to draw him back, “please….”

“Please what? Please stop?”

Korra bit her lip. She wouldn’t say it.

Bolin was moving, deep, long strokes that made her tingle all over but not nearly fast enough to make her cum. Before long she was thrusting back with her hips, trying to fuck herself as hard as he wasn’t. But he matched her pace, withdrawing every time she pushed back and moving forward when she did. The result was intensely frustrating and more than a little embarrassing, as her attempts to fuck his cock were increasingly obvious.

“Bolin!” she complained, the arousal thick in her voice.

“What is it?” he said as his cock slowed inside her. “If there’s something you want, you just have to say it.”

“Just unnnff do it!”

“Do what? Stop?”

“Noooo, fuck meeee!”

“Fuck you?” The fake confusion in his voice was so annoying she wanted to scream. “But I am fucking you, slut.”

“Fuck me harder and touch my cliiiit!”

“Just answer me this one question.”

“Yes what tell me?” Korra tried to thrust her hips against him, but he drew back again.

“Am I better than Mako?”

“I-I don’t know”—his fingers found her clit, and his cock eased deeper into her sopping cunt—“YES YES YOU’RE BETTER AAAHHHH THAN MAKO FUCK ME!!!”

Bolin obliged, pounding her as roughly as he had in the shower after practice. Korra screamed with pleasure as she bucked wildly against him, rutting like an animal in heat. She didn’t care if everyone in the city heard her; her world was in her clitoris and Bolin’s fingers rubbing her to ahhh AHHH

“Now that was an orgasm!” Bolin said as she buckled, held up by his strong arms around her waist. Korra couldn’t answer, just babbled incoherently as she quivered in his grip.

“Ahhh uhhhh ahhh ahhh!” Her moans started up again deep and low as he continued to own her with his cock. Letting her fall to her hands and knees, he took hold of her loose hair and pulled her head back as he fucked her. The orgasms rolled over her in waves, and finally Bolin came too, filling her to the brim with his sperm.

He pulled out and Korra fell to the ground, unable to support her weak, shaking limbs. She rolled over and smiled beamingly at him. “Oh, Bolin,” she said, “why didn’t you fuck me sooner?” He shrugged and flicked the last few drops of cum from his dick onto her. She wiped them up with her finger contentedly and sucked it off. “We’ll have to hide this from Mako, Bolin….”

***

“Nice job, Bolin,” Mako said. Korra was sucking his cock, and Bolin was standing nearby. Korra shot him a look that said “Why did you tell him?” Bolin shrugged, and Mako’s hand on the back of her head quickly returned her to her more important task.

“So it’s cool?” Bolin said.

“Cool? It’s great! Our next match is soon, and you need to be more aggressive in the ring. This was the perfect way to do that.”

“So I wasn’t really being trained?” Korra mumbled around his cock.

“Not really, I just wanted blowjobs.” Korra slapped his knee. Mako shoved her nose into his pubes.

“Since the next match is soon, we can’t really replace you,” Mako said. “Your job is going to be to not screw things up for us. Think you can manage that?”

“Mmph.”