by Quil Carter
He was a nightcrawler.
Sasha swallowed down the anxiety, but each swallow seemed only to accelerate the panic that was already making his heart pump blood faster. Suddenly, Sasha felt stupid for hiding on the stairs, this man knew he was there, Kheva knew he was there, and wherever Kel was, he did too.
“I’m… I’m Sasha,” Sasha said, and though he tried to force normalcy into his voice, it was selling out his nervousness just as fast as his racing heart. Sasha glanced at the clock as he said this, and his stomach churned when he saw that it was indeed ten after ten in the morning. He was late… Kheva had told him ten.
He’s seriously going to make me do this?
“And who are you, Sasha?” the man asked, drawing a lock of blond hair from his eyes. The closer Sasha got, he noticed that the right side of the man’s head was shaved near the scalp, the blond hair that was parted only covering the left side of his head.
Then Kheva appeared from his office. “He has a job to do, speak with him after,” he said in a cold and indifferent tone.
And at that admission, Sasha felt absolutely sick. He dropped his shoulders and stared down at the floor, then walked over to the couch and stood in front of it.
Fucking tell me I don’t have to do this, Sasha said inside of his head, knowing that Kheva could hear him. Please, Master Kheva… you know I’ll obey you. I’m just… asking, please don’t make me do it in front of him. Sasha shut his eyes tight, and his lips pursed when he heard the man ask Kheva again who Sasha was.
There was no answer from the Master, not even a flicker of his presence inside of Sasha’s mind. For many more moments, Sasha stared at the chocolate microfiber couch in front of him, Kheva’s conversation with the man continuing.
He had to do it. Fuck, what was Kheva trying to accomplish? Ah fuck, what am I thinking? He’s humiliating me again. He’s fucking embarrassing me in front of this stranger. It would be too easy for me to do it in the living room with only Kheva and Kel, I know them now and they’ve seen me at my most vulnerable.
But in front of a stranger?
The humiliation seared Sasha, burning his skin and catching his face on fire. He felt as if he was going to explode into flames right then and there, he couldn’t believe what he was about to be forced to do.
Last week, he would’ve flat out said no, and he would’ve been beaten for it, tossed outside, and possibly raped that night. But today… Sasha was worn down to the quick. He was tired, sore, with no resistance left in him, just a pathetic need for any scrap of acceptance and love he could get.
He was pathetic, but Sasha knew that–––he’d never tried to convince himself, or anyone else, otherwise. He was so beaten down, so utterly stripped bare, the embarrassment that was coming was still not as bad as facing Kheva’s scorn, or his punishment.
Maybe if I make him happy…
Sasha’s eyes shut when they began to sting.
…he’ll hold me again tonight like he did last night.
I hate myself. Oh fuck. I hate myself.
With his cheeks burning and his face undoubtedly red, Sasha put the silver flask onto the coffee table and stood in front of the brown couch. He then unbuckled his black leather belt, next he unbuttoned his jeans, and finally, zipped down the fly.
He could feel the blond man’s eyes on him, and Sasha could only imagine what was going through his head. This was insanity, pure insanity with nothing else diluting it, and every cell inside of Sasha’s body was screaming at him to stop.
A month ago, Sasha was too scared to even step foot inside of a grocery store. He did so with his head hung low and his body cowered––and now he was about to draw down his blue jeans and go at himself in front of a god damn stranger.
Sasha stared at his unzipped pants, his movements being stolen and held hostage by embarrassment. I can’t do this! Sasha’s mind screamed. Oh god, was it ever screaming. At the top of his damn lungs so loud he was sure every nightcrawler from here to England could hear him.
I have to. I have to.
Wanting to torture him further, Sasha’s mind presented him with the vivid recollection of their short trip to Walmart, a memory that had been overtaken by what had happened between Kel and that mysterious pixie-haired man. Kheva had gotten angry at him for being embarrassed by their hand-holding, and all out furious when he realized it was because Sasha didn’t want the people to know he was gay. Kheva had kissed him right in front of those people, and even though the humiliation was dancing close with fear, Sasha had allowed him.
And afterwards… he’d felt better.
But this is different…
It didn’t matter, it was direct orders from Kheva himself, and although he was twisting like a dying insect on this harsh spotlight that glared down on him, when you cleared away every emotion Sasha was feeling, the truth remained––He had to do it. He had to do it, even if it was in front of this stranger.
Sasha inhaled a long breath, and with clumsy hands, he pulled his jeans down to his ankles, turned, drew down his red briefs, and sat down on the brown couch.
The blond-haired man was staring right at him––that was no surprise however––and both eyebrows, a light brown, were raised and his eyes fixed on Sasha. The expression on his face hinted towards guileful curiosity and inquisitiveness, but he said nothing.
And further on, in the hallway that led to Kheva’s office and the bathroom, was the Master himself, looking on with both arms crossed over his chest. There was no expression on his face, it was carved slate with not a single flaw.
The microfiber was soft against Sasha’s skin, and that wasn’t the only thing soft. Sasha stared down at his flaccid penis, dormant and uninterested. It was all but hibernating, and Sasha realized that it may not be a question of overcoming his humiliation to get Kheva’s request done––he might not even physically be able to complete the task.
The moment Sasha grasped his penis, there was a chuckle from the blond-haired man. “What the hell are you doing, my friend?” he said through the light laughter. Sasha’s ears burned like his words had heat to them, and as he began to pathetically stroke his penis, he realized his hands were shaking as well.
“Oh, I understand… Mr. Madden found himself a new toy,” the man said amused. Mr. Madden? Holy shit… is that Kheva’s real last name? What was his real first name? “Is he making you do this?” He chuckled. “We found ourselves a new nightcrawler. How delicious.”
Sasha swallowed through the tightness in his throat. He didn’t take his eyes off of his penis; he continued to stroke the warm soft flesh, willing the useless meat to at least cut him a break and begin to get hard. It was bad enough he was having to do this in the middle of the living room, but now it was becoming more and more obvious that this wasn’t going to be a quick affair.
“I have been looking for him for quite a while,” Kheva said. Sasha heard footsteps and then the couch sank down slightly as he sat down, the middle cushion all that separated him. “He’s only a recent addition.”
“Really…” the man said inquisitively. Sasha watched him as he rose, then his eyes widened when the blond-haired man sat down on the arm of the couch. “He’s quite cute, but I can see, as usual, he was an utter mess when you found him.” Sasha shrunk away when a hand was lowered, then he became frozen in shock when that hand reached between his legs and gently grasped the head of Sasha’s soft cock. “He wasted several months supply, did he? Kel is always so eager to tell me things.” His thumb began stroking the slit, then he rubbed the small hole in a circular motion. “This is our little Sasha’s punishment, is it?”
Sasha looked over at Kheva for help, but Kheva’s eyes were looking past him, hard and uninterested in Sasha’s desperate pleas. Sasha looked away from him, knowing there would be no help, and was completely still, like an insect hoping it hadn’t been spotted by the bird.
“It is,” Kheva said simply. “How much progress have you made on target four?”
The blond-haired man grinn
ed lewdly at Sasha, then a pink tongue licked his lips, eye contact maintained the entire time. “Now that you have three, I’ll move onto four,” he said, and another tremor of fear ripped through Sasha when the man rose from the arm of the couch and kneeled down onto the bear rug. “It’ll take more effort though, I may need a pay increase.”
Then the blond-haired man leaned forward, and gave the head of Sasha’s cock a lick. “A pay increase, and a taste of this new flesh you’ve uncovered,” he said as Sasha gasped and recoiled away.
“Kheva…” Sasha begged. “Come on.” He tried to scrunch himself into the couch, his body trembling and his cock still flaccid. It was taking all of his effort to not jump to his feet and run out of the house. There was only so much he could fucking take, but that threshold had been breached long ago.
“His punishment is to bring himself to climax by himself,” Kheva said coolly. “You’re disrupting his training.”
“Mmm,” the man moaned. “Let me have him for half an hour, I’ll replace all the cum I’ll suck out of his cock.” He enclosed Sasha’s penis, and a warm tongue began rubbing the bottom of the head. “Let me fuck him, Kheva. It’s been so long since I’ve had fresh meat,” he said after breaking the seal.
Fuck me? Kheva!? Sasha cried inside of his head. Come on! Please. Please.
“No,” Kheva replied, arctic waters warmer than his tone. “If it’s worth you only getting a partial pay increase, make him cum. It’ll be some expensive semen, however.”
The man withdrew his mouth, Sasha, shamefully, growing hard under the terrifying, yet pleasurable tongue. “You drive a hard bargain,” he said. Then his mouth enclosed Sasha’s cock again. Sasha’s hand cupped his mouth, and soon he was biting down on his finger as the man’s head began to bob up and down on Sasha’s hardening dick, the feeling undoubtedly good, but the situation he was in too humiliating for him to bear.
Then the man withdrew his mouth, Sasha now fully hard. “I’d love to taste your cum, nightcrawler,” he said. “But I need the money.” He rose but then sat down on the coffee table. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch though.” He glanced at Kheva. “Nik is close, I won’t touch your little toy.” But as he said this, he himself unbuttoned his black jeans. “But I will help him with his little mission.”
Kheva rose. “If you make him cum, it’s the old pay.” And a stab of fear embedded itself in Sasha’s chest when Kheva began walking towards the open sliding glass door.
He was leaving him? With this fucking dude? Once Kheva left, Sasha turned back to the blond-haired man and swore under his breath when he saw an already hard cock in his hand.
“Watch me,” the man purred. “You may be a scared little mouse, but you’re as gay as I am.” He leaned back and began stroking himself. “Use me as your visual aid, Sasha Zakharin. I know I’ll be using you.”
“Fuck…” Sasha whispered. This was too much for him, all of this. He didn’t think it was possible for him to prefer Kheva over this weirdo, but he’d do anything to have the Master still be in the living room.
But it had to still be done, and if he just… pushed away the fear and let his hormones do the work. Well, he was still nineteen, and he was still gay.
“There we go,” the man said, his breathing already laboured. “It’s all nice and hard. Does it feel good?”
Sasha tried to control his own breathing but it was no use. His cock was now stiff in his moving hand, and the pleasure was building inside of him. He may not know who the hell this man was, but he was rather attractive, and his body… In any other situation, and if he wasn’t the socially anxious man he was, Sasha would’ve been on him in a second.
The man chuckled, his body shaking as his hand rapidly stroked his cock, a thick shaft with a vein going up the right side. “My name’s Sterling,” he said, and a low moan came quickly after. “I’m one of your new brothers. Kheva is a friend of mine, and also my employer.” His eyes were fixed on Sasha’s cock, which he looked at hungrily. “Were you a bad little boy?”
The last thing Sasha wanted to do was talk to this man, it was bad enough he was getting turned on by watching him go at himself. It was… different… than when Kel and Kheva did it, he was embarrassed, not terrified, and actually…
He really didn’t feel as embarrassed now than he did several minutes ago, the fact that this man Sterling was doing it too, he felt… rather turned on.
“Yeah,” Sasha said out of breath. He stared at Sterling’s cock, grasped firmly in his hand. He was circumcised, the faint silver scar more prominent from the blood underneath the sensitive skin. Kel and Kheva were also cut, Sasha seemed to be the only one with his skin still on. “I tried to escape.”
“Did you now?” Sterling growled. He released a low moan, one that had a shiver shooting up Sasha’s spine. “I question Kheva’s rather lax punishment. You’re a lucky boy.”
Because he has no idea how fucking difficult this is for me… Sasha thought, but then he began to swear in his head as the growing pleasure began to reach a new peak of intensity. He was close, it wouldn’t be long now.
Sasha reached for the flask, and Sterling grinned. “Let me suck it out,” he said. “I’ll spit it in the flask. Come on, let me.”
Shamefully, Sasha’s horny mind swelled at the idea. He nodded and pulled his hand away. Sterling leaned down without another word, and enclosed Sasha’s cock with his lips.
Sterling began to suck hard on the tip. Sasha groaned and swore, and spread his legs apart. He put a hand on the man’s head and succumbed to the pleasure. How could it be that a month ago he’d been a virgin that hadn’t even kissed a man, and now he was getting oral sex seemingly regularly. Yes, most of the time it had been against his will, but it was still a new experience that he’d never had before. He now knew what it felt like to be given a blowjob, something that he’d fantasized about a thousand times since his hormones had awakened like the Kraken.
And Sterling seemed to know what he was doing. Sasha looked down and watched with a relaxed expression as the blond-haired nightcrawler’s lips enclosed and sucked on the crown, his tongue making appearance after appearance to swirl the curved rim and rub against the tip. Sasha felt no fear for this man, so unlike when Kheva and Kel were between his legs, he was somewhat vindicated that the man who’d given him attitude was in the process of sucking him off.
Sasha’s eyes closed and he allowed himself to slip into relaxation. He let the moans roll off of his tongue, his hand now placed upon the new nightcrawler’s head, hair that smelled of hairspray slightly stiff between his fingers.
But with this relaxation, came something else. The further Sasha fell into this hypnotizing pool of warm lust, the more his mind wandered.
And the moment Sasha realized his brain was pulling him into the darkness, instead of automatically withdrawing and forcing him back into reality––he dove in deeper and was pleased when he was met with two different beacons.
One was Sterling, and the other was the nightcrawler mentioned as Nik. Sasha tried to suppress his presence, not even aware if one could do such a thing, and decided to investigate these new people who had come to Ciel Lake.
Sasha settled on investigating Nik since he had no idea who he was. He sent what he could only describe as homing devices towards Nik’s presence and inched closer.
Then there was a flash of light. It was a memory, he’d seen the same before when he’d accidentally stumbled upon a hidden memory of Kheva. Sasha felt a pulse of excitement, and the adrenaline rush that came when you were doing something bad, and he dove headfirst into the pulsing recollection.
But it wasn’t a memory, or at least not in the visual sense like Kheva’s had been. No, this was a feeling, a faint feeling that seemed to be hidden and guarded closely. Yes, that’s what it is, Sasha realized. This feeling he’d discovered was kept far away from his other thoughts under lock and key. However… Sasha was able to read it perfectly.
He was able to feel it perfectly…
Suddenly Sasha became well-aware that something was wrong. He pulled away from Nik’s essence, and when he withdrew back to his own mind… he realized while the cat was away, the rat was playing.
Sterling was rooting around his fucking mind.
This fucking blowjob was his way of trying to get my fucking guard down! Annoyance and anger flared inside of him. It felt like the equivalent of a friend-of-a-friend sifting through your drawers while he was visiting. Sasha didn’t know nightcrawler etiquette but he was damn sure this man shouldn’t be inside of his head nosing around.
Well, that was what he’d been doing to Nik––but he hadn’t been noisy enough to get caught, so it didn’t count.
So, with a push, unsure if he was even doing it correctly, Sasha found the infiltrator and mentally, and quite roughly, he shoved him away.
And in doing so, his eyes opened, in time to see Sterling jump back, his lips popping as the suction was broken. Sasha’s cock, glistening with saliva with the foreskin bunched up behind the shining pink head, moved slightly up and down before regaining its upright position.
“Do that again and you’ll regret it,” Sasha growled. He grabbed his cock and tried to stuff it back into his pants but the arousal made it impossible without much discomfort. “I’m not stupid.”
Sterling glared up at him over his dirty blond bangs. “Interesting,” he said in a growled tone that edged the fringes of hostile. Sasha was taken aback by the swift change, but he wasn’t intimidated or scared of him––he was actually quite pissed off about the previous events and his blatant attempt to snoop. “You don’t know your place yet, do you?”
“You’re not my master,” Sasha said coolly standing his ground both mentally and physically. “You want to know something, ask, don’t sneak into my head like a rat trying to infiltrate a house.” While saying this, Sterling’s presence began to fully withdraw, but, driven on pure anger, Sasha gave him one last rough shove.
“You have too much god damn balls for being the subordinate of Kheva,” Sterling said lowly, and he jumped to his feet. “You need to learn––”