Torn

by T. N. King

  “I learned where Sea Biscuit’s missing riding crop went.”

  CRACK.

  The hit from the crop was even harder this time and closer to Liam’s groin. Liam tried to hide the pain from his face, but a little gasp escaped from his lips. He couldn’t tell if he had gasped out of pain or out of pleasure. Both answers equally scared him and – although he would never admit it – excited him. Did part of Liam like the torture? Is that why he kept willfully saying the wrong answers in hopes to be hit again? All he knew is that being punished was better than someone just being disappointed in him.

  “What have you learned, Liam.” Her voice was as hard as the hit from the riding crop.

  Liam felt himself flinch out of reflex, but before Liam could even think to control himself his mind raced to the next sarcastic quip. “You don’t know how to take a joke.”

  CRACK.

  The hit was very hard this time. The pain was so shocking that for a moment, breath escaped Liam. He let go of the chains and his body went limp. The chains strained under his weight as they held his body up. Liam slowly regained his balance and stood up. He felt tears welling in his eyes and was glad of the red silk scarf that was hiding them from his Mistress.

  There was a pause.

  “What have you learned, Liam.” The voice was somehow even more expressionless than before.

  Liam felt broken. He didn’t know how much more he could take. “Not to be late.” Liam croaked. His voice was hoarse. He felt tired. He had been here for so long now. He was cold, hungry, tired, and even though he was afraid to admit it to himself, he was scared. Suddenly, he felt his Mistress’ sweet breath rushing over her silky lips and against his ear again.

  “Right answer. Good boy, Liam.” Her tongue traced the edge of Liam’s ear.

  His skin tightened as electric tingles of pleasure swept over him. Liam tried to reach out to touch her smooth porcelain face in his hands, but was quickly reminded of his lack of mobility when the chains tugged at his hands, keeping them raised above his head.

  Liam’s Mistress’ soft full lips traced his jawline and then settle onto the base of his throat. Her lips began to suck on the sensitive flesh of his neck and goose bumps raised across his arms. “Am I making you nervous?”

  “No.”

  “No, Mistress,” she coolly corrected.

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Are you excited then?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Liam tried to whisper it sensually, but the response came out as more of a whimper. Her two small icy hands glided across his chest and then slowly down to his hips. He felt himself stiffening in excitement, a deep ache swelling in his groin. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to slip in her and pound his hips against her until she felt the same kind of painful pleasure she was inflicting on him right now. He wanted to see her lose control for once, he wanted to make her come so hard that she screamed out in anguished ecstasy.

  “Good. You’ve learned your lesson not to keep me waiting. Now Liam, you deserve a reward. Do you want a reward?”

  Liam nodded his head his shaft hardening even more. “Say you want a reward, Liam.”

  “I want a reward, Mistress.”

  “Hmmm. I can see that,” she murmured into his ear.

  Liam couldn’t control his bodies’ urges any longer. He wanted to press up against her. He wanted to feel the length of her body up against his. He leaned towards her, his body tight with longing. His excitement got too far ahead of him and he accidentally leaned too hard into his Mistress pushing her slightly off balance.

  All at once, her hands were wrapped around his cock.

  Liam gasped in shock as they tightly gripped his hardness.

  “What did I say about touching me?” She growled.

  “I um –” Liam’s brain was growing foggy with passion as her felt her hands around him. He wanted to slowly slide his throbbing cock in and out of her hands faster and faster, but he knew he would get punished if he made such a move.

  “What did I say about touching me?” She gripped his cock harder.

  Liam gasped at her grip. “I can’t touch my Mistress. Only my Mistress can touch me.” As soon as the words escaped his lips, he felt her hands beginning to slide up and down his member in slow rhythmic movements causing him to release a moan of pleasure. Her hands expertly moved up and down his large cock. He felt a coil of longing building up inside of him. His breath quickened he needed more of her. He needed more of her intoxicating touch. He wanted to be enveloped by her. Liam’s hips began grinding against her hands.

  “Do you want to come Liam?” she asked icily.

  “Yes. Please, yes, Mistress,” Liam choked out. His breath was ragged with longing. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. With each thrust, his body tensed up even more building pleasure.

  “Then you have to agree to my following orders.”

  “Yes. Anything. Anything.” He moaned. Liam gripped onto his chains tightly. He tried desperately to control his breath, to control his passion, but the way she was touching him – it was only a matter of moments until he spilled himself everywhere.

  “Promise me Liam no more drugs, no more cutting class, and no more fights,” she demanded.

  “What?” The word had tumbled out of Liam’s mouth before he could even think. Her request had caught him off guard. Liam instantly felt her hands release him. He howled. “No. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He was so close to coming that he was in pain. He needed that release. He needed her touch and she knew it.

  “Promise me, Liam.”

  “I promise. I promise.” His voice was desperate, hoarse, pleading. There was a pause and then he felt her lush, silky lips sliding up onto his cock. He felt himself sinking in to her warm wet mouth. Liam’s whole body shuttered with satisfaction, his legs buckled with pleasure and the chains pulled on his wrists. He gripped the chains tightly holding on for dear life. He felt his Mistress’ gentle hand working in tandem with her soft warm mouth moving up and down his cock, sliding his sensitive skin back and forth. Liam felt a heat rising inside him. His hips began bucking with a desperate need. His Mistress was moving faster now taking him inside her mouth deeper and deeper. Waves of electric pleasure crashed over him again and again. Every muscle was tensed, aching with need, screaming to be released, until he could no longer hold it together any more, he had to come and he had to come now.

  Liam released into her mouth and let out a satisfied growl. His whole body collapsed, being held up only by the chains. His lungs dragged breath in and out of his body. He’d never come like that before, never with such desperate need. It felt like his life had depended on it. For a moment, Liam felt his anger and his feeling of worthlessness vanish.

  For this one moment, Liam’s mind was clear, and he felt time standing still.

  His Mistress slowly untied the red silk blindfold and removed it from his eyes. It took a moment for him to be able to focus on things. He took in his surroundings. There was four-post wooden bed with several iron rings hanging from the ceiling above it. There was a wooden desk with a wall of crops, whips, and paddles behind it. And in the center of the room looked like some kind of large leather swing. Liam took this all in instantly. A flash a fear, followed by a flash of excitement flew through him.

  He felt his Mistress's eyes upon him. He hadn’t looked at them since she took the blindfold off. Liam slowly raised his eyes to hers.

  Her cold blue eyes were looking directly into his taking in his reaction.

  He gazed at her and gave her a small knowing smile.

  A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

  He looked at her up and down.

  His Mistress. Caroline. His high school English teacher.

  PART ONE

  High School

  CHAPTER ONE

  “So relations are a pair of X, Y coordinates and a function is a relation where each input has exactly one output.” Mr. Lambert’s voice droned on, and because he rarely eve
r paused for breath and never really had any inflection in his voice, it seemed like his sentences were all just one really long word.

  Liam almost felt bad for Mr. Lambert as he noticed that his teacher’s pit stains were growing on his tan short-sleeved buttoned up shirt.

  Half of the students were secretly on their phones underneath their desks and the other half were already day dreaming about the weekend.

  All that being said though, Liam didn’t fully pity his pre-calculus teacher because Liam couldn’t forget how Mr. Lambert made a student cry last week when he went off on them for not being able to answer a question on the board.

  Liam sighed. He was having trouble focusing and Mr. Lambert’s monotonous voice didn’t help one bit. He didn’t really understand what was so important about a bunch of dots on a graph. It’s not like understanding pre-calculus was going to help him solve any of his real life problems.

  Liam looked out the window. It was raining. Gloomy days like these meant his mother was probably drinking. It’d been 7 years since he’d seen her and 4 since they’ve had any communication. But this kind of weather always made him think of her. The gloomy weather had her depressed, and her go to antidepressant was whiskey. He missed his mother even if she was a mess of an alcoholic because he felt like he belonged to her – with her – they were birds of a feather.

  Liam ran his hands through his hair trying to calm down some of his nervous energy. He thought of his adoptive parents and their perfect house and how he always felt as if he was sullying their manicured lifestyle with his presence. He wondered if they ever regretted taking him in or wished they had stopped after they adopted their first two kids, Chris and Anna – who honestly couldn’t be more perfect if they tried.

  Liam felt a wave of anger crawling into his stomach. It was unfair. All of his other classmates go to be excited for the weekend, while he just dreaded it. To him, the weekend meant spending more time with his mother who would complain to Liam about everything he was doing wrong and how she was disappointed that he hadn’t turned out like his two older siblings. Chris was a successful lawyer at a big law firm and Anna was at Princeton for her masters in Child Psychology while Liam was trying to just graduate high school. Although, he didn’t know why? He wasn’t smart. He already knew he wasn’t going to amount to anything. Why even try?

  Liam found that he was unknowingly gritting his teeth in frustration. His one relief was that next period was lunch and he could get finally smoke some of the really expensive really potent sativa that Saul had sold him. He’d bought more than his usual order. Liam was hoping to have a couple joints for himself and then sell the rest for a decent profit.

  “Liam?”

  His head snapped to the front of the class.

  Mr. Lambert was staring at him expectantly.

  Crap, he had no idea what Mr. Lambert had been talking about.

  “Liam, find the missing X input.”

  Liam could tell by the edge in Mr. Lambert’s voice that he was ready to make an example of Liam in front of the class like he did last week when he made that girl cry.

  Liam stared at the board. There was a two column table one side labeled “X inputs” with several numbers underneath. The other side was labeled “Y outputs” with several numbers underneath.

  All the students’ eyes followed Liam as he stood up and walked to the board.

  What was Mr. Lambert trying to achieve? Was he trying to humiliate him to make him better at math? What kind of bogus teaching was that? Liam felt his anger boiling up inside. He stood in front of the board and reached out a finger, he pointed to the “X Input” column label. “I found the missing X Input,” Liam said drily. “It’s right here Mr. Lambert. Right on the board where you wrote it.”

  The entire class burst out into laughter, but Liam found no validation from it. He didn’t really know the answer and that embarrassed him.

  The bell rang and students began grabbing their stuff.

  “I have your quizzes. Grab your quizzes from me on the way out,” Mr. Lambert shouted at students as they bolted to the door.

  Liam slunk back to his desk hoping to escape from the classroom without his quiz. He knew he’d done poorly he didn’t need to see the evidence. He grabbed his backpack and slung it over one shoulder.

  “Liam, do you mind staying after class?” Mr. Lambert hollered at him.

  Liam froze. Shit. He walked towards Mr. Lambert as the rest of the students quickly cleared out.

  “You may have entertained the class with your little stunt, but it didn’t escaped my notice that you still didn’t answer the question.”

  “Maybe you didn’t phrase the question well enough Mr. Lambert,” Liam retorted, his anger getting the better of his common sense.

  Mr. Lambert was taken aback by the confrontation.

  Liam could see from the tension in his mouth that Mr. Lambert’s patience was growing thin. Liam, who’d worn down many adult’s patience, had a keen eye and a great intuition about when an adult was about to rip into him and give him a scolding lecture.

  “Listen to me, I have no problem failing students, but it reflects poorly on my teaching skills. So shape up and study. That was an easy question I asked you today, you should have been able to answer it,” Mr. Lambert said as he rubbed his meaty jowls.

  Liam looked at the clock. This little conversation was eating into his very important smoke break.

  Mr. Lambert caught him. “Spend more time looking at the board and less time looking at the clock and maybe you’ll pass my class.” Mr. Lambert held out Liam’s quiz to him.

  Liam snatched it from his hands and without another word, stormed out the door. He strode down the hallway his hands trembling, slight still clutching the quiz like it was a tissue with a squished bug inside that he was too scared to see if was dead or alive. Either way it wasn’t going to be pretty.

  Liam got to his locker, dropped his book bag on the ground, and leaned against his locker. He ran his hand through his thick dark hair and then opened the quiz. There on the top of it was written a big red D. He slammed his fist against the locker and heard a twitter of giggles.

  Liam looked across the hallway and saw Becca White and Lauren Huff giving him long lingering come hither glances. Liam looked away. It didn’t matter how pretty they were or how willing they were to hang out with him, no good come from flirting with them. Liam turned back towards his locker and began taking books out and tossing them into his locker.

  He was use to girls looking at him like this, he had the bad boy attitude and looks to match. What he didn't have though was the energy to get reprimanded again. The last girl he’d hooked up with was his sophomore year – Jenny? Jenna? What was her name? It didn’t matter. It wasn’t love, just very potent teenage lust.

  She’d invited him over to “study” even though they weren’t in any classes together. Liam remembered when she answered the door she was in nothing but a robe. She had taken Liam by the hand and had led him to her backyard where she had a hot tub. He remembered saying something along the lines of “I don’t have a bathing suit.” Her reply was simply just dropping her robe revealing her smooth naked body and perky breasts. It wasn’t until Jenny or whatever her name was’ father walked in on them fucking in the hot tub, that he learned her dad was the Super Intendant. He was suspended for a week after that. Although, he had trouble explaining to his mother why.

  Girls were trouble. Something he couldn’t control, so he stayed away.

  Luckily, Liam found another outlet to let off some of his steam. He reached for the top the shelf of his locker and rooted around for something. Jackpot. He pulled down a brown paper bag. He had paid Sal and extra twenty dollars for these joints, but it was worth it. Weed was the only thing that could stop his head from spinning out of control completely sometimes. It slowed down his thoughts to a manageable pace and let him release some of that anger that built up in him so often. Liam stuffed the paper bag into his backpack and slammed his locker. The t
wo girls were still staring at him. He paused looked back at them and winked. He couldn’t help it. They laughed and whispered to each other as he walked away. Liam smiled a little.

  He walked through the cafeteria past the rows and rows of tables of well-adjusted teens chatting about YouTube, and classes, and prom. Liam felt a pang of envy. Why couldn’t it be simple like that for him? He tried to fit in, but something about his dark past made it hard for him to make friends. People were often put off by his intense nature. So he kept to himself, took on the persona of enigmatic bad boy, and just tried to get through the day. All of that said Liam longed to be understood by someone, to have just one friend. A frustration built up in his shoulders. Liam needed this joint and he needed it bad.

  Liam walked to the corner of the cafeteria did a quick scan to see if any of the teacher lunch monitors were watching. He saw Mr. Green the pervy Biology teacher flirting with the table of cheerleaders. The other monitor Ms. Cole was typing up an email while keeping her eye on a couple of loud boys in the corner. Liam slipped through the door and out into the back alleyway by the dumpsters where all the school’s cooks dumped the cafeteria trash.

  Liam squatted behind one of the dumpsters and ripped open his backpack then reached for the brown paper bag. He carefully opened it an extracted one of the very carefully rolled joints that Saul had sold him. He grabbed a lighter and lit up one end of the joint.

  It only took Liam one hit to realize that he’d been swindled.

  Liam was hit with a coughing attack. He put out the joint and then ripped open the paper casing on it. It was full of shitty low-grade hash, not the expensive Sativa that Liam had paid for. Liam quickly ripped open the paper on his fifteen other joints. They were all full of the same shitty low-grade hash.

  Anger boiled up in Liam. Saul had tricked him, treated him as a fool, and abused his trust. Liam’s one escape, his one pleasure, his one release had been denied him by Saul. Now he was going to pay. He snatched his backpack from the ground and burst back into the cafeteria. He felt heart thudding in his ears. His face was flushed with rage. He scanned the cafeteria for Saul’s lanky figure and baggy clothes; Liam’s hand was already in a fist.