by Quil Carter
“In the flask,” Kheva commanded.
The relief when Kel withdrew was instant. Sasha looked over and saw Kel stand up, then kneel in front of Kheva holding a hard, glistening cock in his hand. Kheva grabbed a second flask, and with Kel’s breathing heavy, he placed the tip against the opening of the flash and gave his cock several rapid strokes.
His knees shuddered and shook, his back arching. Sasha looked away then, but his ears still heard the entirety of Kel’s orgasm. He tried to ignore it, and continued to drink the blood out of Kheva’s arm.
“Again,” Kheva commanded.
“What?” Sasha cried. “Again?”
Kheva glared down at him, his eyes flashing. “What part of ‘You wasted months of supply’ do you not understand, nightcrawler?” he growled.
Sasha’s jaw clenched tight. “You’re not going to do this to me all damn night!” he suddenly cried, the anger coming quickly and without notice. “I said I’d restock it. You don’t need to fucking–” Sasha inhaled a shuddering gasp as Kel entered him again, but instead of breaking down, the anger grew.
Kheva laughed in his face. “Oh, the baby nightcrawler is cross with Master?” he chuckled and withdrew his arm. “Relax, little thing, and it’ll start to feel good, I promise.”
“Fuck you!” Sasha cried. He dug his fingers into the cushion of the lounger and pushed himself up with his hands. “You’re a sick fuck and half-retarded if you even question why the fuck I ran from this shit.” He then yanked his hips forward, withdrawing himself from Kel. “I’m done letting you do this shit to me! Fuck you, and fuck––”
Sasha didn’t know who grabbed him first; he didn’t even know who wrestled him onto the lounger or who grabbed the rope. It was all a flash of limbs, of pain, of pressure, and the world spinning around him as he screamed from both anger and pain, and struggled with every store of energy he had.
He fought, and he fought hard. When Kel began to wrap the thin nylon rope around his knees, he tried to kick him, when Kheva tied off his wrists, he tried to yank Kheva on top of him to bite him. But they were too fast, and he was too weak, and before Sasha knew it he was tied to the lounger screaming so hard his vocal cords began to give out.
The naked Kel and the robed Kheva stood over him and laughed. Sasha bellowed again, yanking and pulling on the binds. His legs were both tied, and all but one arm. It was painfully obvious that he was screwed, but his stubborn side insisted he keep fighting. What else could he do?
“Have fun, my boy. Collect every drop.”
CHAPTER 19
Sasha looked over at Kheva, and was shocked when the Master, still robed, pet back Kel’s hair before turning and leaving the room.
The door shut behind him, and Kel looked down at Sasha with a lewd grin.
Sasha’s spirits died on the air, the anger leaving him as swiftly as it had come.
Can I fight this, can I get out of this? Sasha pleaded inside of his head.
‘Now? No. In the future? Yes, we will together,’ Rob replied.
Sasha looked up at Kel, where once again their eyes locked
“You are being bad,” Kel laughed. He crawled onto the double lounger and pressed his lips up against Sasha’s. Sasha was too scared to jerk his face away, he let Kel kiss him with his own eyes open and staring.
Then Sasha felt the pressure, and still he stared up at the ceiling wishing he was some place else. “It could’ve been nice. We could’ve just made love,” Kel hissed into his ear, his mood suddenly and rapidly changing right in front of Sasha’s eyes. “But you wouldn’t let me, would you? Bad Sasha likes it rough. Sasha likes it painful and screaming. Doesn’t he?”
Kel grinned, but the grin was one more attuned to a dog baring its teeth. Sasha didn’t know what to say, or if the stunned state he was in would allow him any sort of response.
“You’ve been bad and I’ve been good, pop goes the weasel,” Kel hummed. He started to move his hips back and forth, his hard cock teasingly going around Sasha’s opening.
“Pop goes the weasel–––Pop goes the weasel,” Kel continued in a singsong voice, and every time he said the word pop, he thrusted his dick harder, enough to almost penetrate. Sasha was completely at Kel’s mercy, not only was he tied up, but Kel was holding the rope bound to his left leg. He couldn’t see it well, but from the squeaking of a wheel, it sounded like it had been fed through some sort of pulley.
I’m just a fucking puppet right now.
“You’re my little fuck-toy,” Kel whispered. “My beautiful, naughty little fuck-toy.” And with those last words, Kel’s cock began to press through the clenched-tight band.
And Sasha’s mind was thrown back into panic.
“NO, KEL!” he suddenly screamed. With his last ounce of determination, he pushed Kel away. Kel was shoved almost backward, but he remained on the lounger. His expression changed however, his previously twisted-yet-jovial face become consumed with shade.
And when Sasha saw that expression––he wished for Kheva. He no longer wanted to be alone in this room with the insane man.
Kel glared down at him, his nostrils flaring and his lips pursed. He then raised a hand and backhanded Sasha across the face, and as the senses got knocked out of him in a sea of bright sunbursts and pain… Kel mercilessly shoved himself inside of Sasha.
Sasha screamed. He raised his single free hand to try and punch Kel in the mouth, only to have him grab it and slam it behind Sasha’s head.
The assault was brutal. Kel began to fuck him, one hand pinning down Sasha’s wrist, the other holding the rope that forced Sasha’s left leg back. The pain was unimaginable, both taking away Sasha’s breath and filling him with a raw panic to get away from the intrusion inside of him.
Kel laughed. He fucking laughed. He looked down at Sasha’s desperate attempts, and with a flare of mocking in his tone, he vocalized his enjoyment and speed up his relentless thrusts.
Black and red specks started to cloud Sasha’s vision as each thrust inside of him brought more and more pain. He was being fucked and hard, and he could almost hear as much as he could feel, the flesh inside him rip.
‘SCREAM FOR ME, YOU BITCH!’ Kel’s voice snarled inside of his head. Kel’s hand was now clenching Sasha’s mouth to a point where it should have hurt, but the only pain his brain was able to comprehend was the pain inside.
Sasha’s body shook and he could feel himself almost going into shock. He was paralyzed and twitching badly as the memories of the previous rape, and other horrific experiences, came flooding back to his mind.
Sasha jerked up, but fell back down, his energy stores expended and gone. He looked up to see Kel’s head bowed over his own; the insane man’s face twisted in pure pleasure and concentration and his body crushed against Sasha’s.
A particularly hard thrust came and Sasha screamed again; he could taste the salt of Kel’s sweat from his hand.
KHEVA, KHEVA MAKE HIM STOP! HE’S GONNA KILL ME! Sasha sobbed, not even believing in his head that he was asking for help from the one man that was capable of doing so much worse to him.
But he controls Kel… he masters him. He’ll tell him to stop. Oh, fuck, I’ll be good. I’ll be good and I won’t struggle any more just make him stop! Make him slow down!
“KHEVA, HELP ME!” Sasha screamed out loud. Kel’s thrusts weren’t wavering. Kel never gets tired, you know that!
“Scream for me, Sashy,” Kel panted above him. His breathing was sharp and ragged, but still his energy didn’t waver. Again and again he was thrusting himself into Sasha, the burning pain now at a critical level that had Sasha afraid he was going to pass out. “When you scream… you get tighter, so tight… tight boy. Scream my name as you cum, make me happy.”
What the fuck? Kel’s insane. He’s fucking insane to the highest level. He’s going to kill me. I know he’s going to fucking kill me.
‘Close your eyes,’ a new voice suddenly sounded. But even though it was new, Sasha had heard it before.
I
t was Kheva.
‘Close your eyes and go to your dark corner. Go to your home you decorated all by yourself.’
Kel’s hand removed itself from Sasha’s mouth, but Sasha didn’t scream again; his eyes were now shut tight, and he was running far away from the horrible scene playing out in reality.
And he found… he could indeed run from it.
As Sasha ran, he heard Kel’s moans become both farther away, but also more intense. Then, steady puffs of hot air as Kel gasped and groaned near his ear.
Kel was cumming.
Sasha’s inner mind lit up as he ran to that darkest corner. But as he searched for it, he saw something else. Inside of his mind, he sensed a brilliant beacon. It was not unlike the staticky energy he’d seen when Kel was in a manic state after their botched store trip.
That’s… that’s Kel.
‘Cloak him.’
Sasha didn’t need to be told twice. He mentally reached out towards the bright disruption, and as Kel’s hot breath shot against his cheek, he threw that dark veil over it.
It was immediate. The beacon darkened, and Sasha opened his eyes just in time for Kel to flop off of him, his eyes rolled back in his head, his body loose, and the cock that slid out of him, still pulsing the last weak drips of cum.
Sasha was in no state to celebrate cloaking Kel’s mind. He was too traumatized and stunned, all he could do was stare up at the ceiling, his eyes wide and in a state of shell-shock.
The door to the room opened, creating a streak of light that dimmed the tealight candles surrounding him. Kheva walked in, just as Kel began to shift and move to Sasha’s right.
Kheva walked over, and strangely, when his eyes analyzed Sasha, they narrowed dangerously. “You came inside of him?” Kheva spat. He lowered a hand and swept Sasha’s hole with his fingers. When he raised it, blood and opaque cum could be seen on his fingers.
And Kheva’s eyes flashed. He stalked over to Kel as the man struggled to stand and backhanded him. The force of the strike sent Kel crashing into the small trunk and onto the floor, the whips and chains on the wall rattling back and forth.
“I’m sorry,” Kel stammered. “I forgot. I forgot.”
Kheva picked up the silver flask Kel had ejaculated into after fucking Sasha the first time, and one of the long silver knives. He then cut the bind on Sasha’s wrist and untied the two knots holding back his legs.
Sasha said nothing, he only inhaled sharp gasps, his lungs still unable to supply his body with enough oxygen. Even when he was free, he didn’t move, all did was curl up into himself and attempt to catch his breath.
“Get up and follow me,” Kheva commanded. Sasha looked up and a knot was added to his already taxed mind when he saw that the Master was looking at him. “Now.”
At first Sasha didn’t move, he only stared at Kheva with a fearful yet crushed look. But going with him was better than staying in this room alone with Kel, so Sasha slowly rose.
The pain made him cry out. Not only did his backside hurt, but his wrists and his knees were chafed bloody from the ropes, and the puncture had left a streak of drying blood down his arm. It was bad enough that when he tried to stand, his knees buckled, threatening to send him to the floor with Kel.
To Sasha’s shock, when Kheva observed his weakness, he grabbed Sasha from underneath his shoulder and helped him stand. Then slowly, at Sasha’s own limping pace, they exited the stuffy dark room.
The door behind Kheva shut, then he locked it, condemning Kel to spend as much time as Kheva decided in the sadistic room.
They walked to the master bedroom. Kheva steadied Sasha and let him sit down on top of the bed. Kheva then closed the bedroom door and shut off the main lights so only a single lamp on the night table was on.
Sasha’s eyes were fixed forward, still shocked and staring. His body was trembling, his teeth chattering, he was scared, in pain, and all he wanted was to be given a blanket and left alone to sleep on the porch. They never bothered him when he slept outside, the nightmares happened once he was indoors.
“Poor terrified boy,” Kheva murmured. He sat down beside Sasha and put a hand on his shoulder. Slowly, he stroked Sasha’s trembling skin and made a tsking noise. “You succeeded though, didn’t you?” He got up then and began rummaging around in a credenza they had in between their bedroom closet and the door to the hallway, but Sasha didn’t lift his head to see what he was doing.
After Kheva was done whatever he’d needed to do, Sasha felt the Master take a seat beside him on the bed. But this time, Kheva shifted himself backwards until he was sitting in the middle of the bed. Sasha didn’t look at him, he stared at the floor with his terrorized eyes.
“Come here,” said Kheva.
Sasha whimpered and shook his head no.
“Come here, nightcrawler. You know I’ll eventually get what I want. Why must you wait until Master gets angry with you?” The hand stroked his shoulder again, Sasha’s back tensing up tight under the cold touch. “Your experience here would be so much easier if you just listened and did what was asked of you.”
Sasha’s face tightened, and for a moment, he shut his eyes. Then, hating himself, he opened them and lifted up his sore legs. Sasha placed them onto the bed and gingerly moved towards Kheva.
His heart sank when he realized Kheva had disrobed. The Master was naked, sitting in the middle of the bed, and he was holding a syringe in one hand and a coil of thin rope in the other. The same rope they’d used to tie him up.
“No…” Sasha whined.
Kheva clucked his tongue and shook his head. “I told you already, our first time will not be by force,” he said. “You’re the safest you can be when you’re alone with me.” He cracked the orange cap off of the syringe he was holding. “Give me your arm.”
Sasha hesitated, but then he realized what Kheva was going to do. He was going to withdraw blood from him, and doing it with a needle was a lot less painful than him being literally stabbed and drained.
So, Sasha gave Kheva his arm, and watched Kheva as he tied off below Sasha’s shoulder with a piece of the thin nylon rope. Once he was tied off, Kheva slid the needle into the thin skin in the crook of Sasha’s arm.
“There we go,” Kheva said quietly. “You made me quite proud with how you cloaked Kel. He wasn’t projecting himself and you still managed. Good job.”
Sasha watched as Kheva slipped the needle in and out of his arm, trying to locate a vein. The pain was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling in other places; it was almost a relief. “I had to do something,” Sasha whispered, and even he was surprised at how rough and scratchy his voice was. “He was going to kill me.”
Kheva pulled back the plunger and red was seen. He began to slowly pull back, filling the syringe barrel with blood. “No, he wouldn’t have killed you,” Kheva said. “But he does have quite the stamina. I allow him to use sex toys to satiate himself, or on special occasions, I bring him to town and hire him some faceless twink. I myself have a respectable sex drive but I have self-control, whereas he struggles with such things.”
A lump formed in Sasha’s throat and grew tight. “Is that what I’m here for?” he croaked, his face twisting in despair. “You brought me here so he’d have someone to fuck?”
Kheva raised a hand and placed it on Sasha’s cheek. His touch was always so cold. “No, special boy,” Kheva murmured. He wiped Sasha’s eyes with his fingers and smiled. “That’s not it at all. We love you. I love you. You’re worth so much more than one man’s sex toy.”
“I don’t feel like it,” Sasha choked. The needle was withdrawn, and Kheva wasted no time in putting the tip over one of the silver flasks and depositing the blood into it. “I feel worthless here. I feel worse here than I did back in my old home.”
Old home…
Sasha realized his words the moment they left his lips. He hated himself for that, but he was too miserable to do much about it.
“Oh, if only you could understand why,” Kheva whispered. He slipp
ed the needle back in and began withdrawing another syringe of blood. “My poor nightcrawler, you have so much more to learn. You think we’re cruel but yet you fight my teaching at every turn.”
Sasha looked at him, confused at Kheva’s words. “Everything you’ve sat down and taught me… I’ve hung on your every word.”
And at this, Kheva chucked, the needle again withdrawing with the barrel full of dark red. “You think you can learn with me just sitting down and teaching you?” He seemed to find the notion both amusing and absurd. “You indeed have so much to learn.”
Sasha watched him shoot the high-pressure stream of blood into the flask, but this time he set the needle down on the night table and the open flask as well.
“I just want to go back home,” Sasha said, stressing the word home. This wasn’t his home, this was his prison. “Please… please just let me go. I don’t want to live every day afraid you’re going to let Kel rape me. I can’t handle it… I – I have enough mental problems as it is and this is––” He choked and inhaled a sob, his eyes began to burn. “––this is going to kill me.”
“No, sweet boy.” Kheva’s hand was placed on Sasha’s cheek again and he tilted it so Sasha was looking directly at him. “Remember this: whenever you have a bad day, whenever you get hurt, even if it’s by my hand… you just tell me you need me, and I’ll be there to help soothe you. Understand?”
All Sasha could do was stare at Kheva. This man was insane. Kel was crazy, but Kheva was an entirely different level of nuts––a more lethal level. What was wrong with these two? Would he end up like them? Was this now his life? He’d stay in their crazy three-person cult until they found the next nightcrawler, then he’d join them in torturing and raping that poor fucked up kid until he also fell into place?
Was that his destiny?
The despair was too much for him, Sasha’s face crumpled and he began blinking back tears.
“Poor boy,” Kheva murmured. “Come here. Lay with me.” Kheva shifted back, his hand now pulling on Sasha’s arm. He laid down on the bed, and motioned Sasha over.