Will to Live

by M. Christine

  “He’s gay?” Yuri asked.

  “No, I said Fagin, you know, as in Oliver Twist,” he explained. “He’s Jewish.”

  Both guys stared at Biff, astounded by his silly train of thought. Will turned back to look at the sexy Claudia, but she and her pal split. He told Yuri he was going to take a walk and did so, searching throughout the party for the captivating young lady. However, it appeared that she left had for the night.

  Chapter 18

  Time With Madison

  Even though he had not spoken to Claudia, Will longed to see her again. For months, he thought of her often, so much so that his carnal encounters at Memorabilia dwindled, although membership numbers did not. Women and even men steadily signed on and attended the sex hotspot largely because of the reputation of the amazing young, handsome man.

  He still got involved with Madison and a few other regulars, even Kendra. He was still semi-stalked by Sammie Dorn from afar. It was agreed that if Sammie moved within twenty feet of Will that her membership would be revoked. He still took part in weekend Kodiak events.

  One weekend evening at the club, Madison sauntered up to Will in an outfit styled like a private girl school uniform. The skirt was very short.

  “It’s actually from my old prep school—I reworked the design,” Madison told him. “I know this is a cliché, but I really need a spanking. Can I count on you?”

  “For my sexy pal, absolutely.”

  The kink chums receded to the dim hallway, finding a sparse room that had some wooden chairs and a desk. The usual cabinets stocked with sex accessories and discipline implements were absent, so the mood was more of a haunted school master’s office.

  “Did you arrange this?” Will said.

  “Yep. It’s all I need today.”

  Will got to work, turning his charge around and ordering her to bend over the desk. He lifted her skirt and was delighted to see theme-authentic cotton panties with Friday printed across the ass.

  “Hey, Naughty, do you have a seven-day set?”

  “Mmm hmm,” she purred, arching her back to more effectively flaunt the underwear.

  Will gave her a terrific whack right in the middle of her buttocks, not too harsh, but enough to send vibrations through her crack. Her crack became more visible with the subsequent spanks as the Friday garment shifted around. With each wallop her muscles relaxed—not clenched—as if she truly needed an erogenous slapping like more vanilla citizens needed a massage. The panty crotch had an expanding damp spot. Will would have pulled them down but he first wanted to bend her over his knee with the underthings on.

  With an aloof air of authority, he directed Madison to follow him to the wooden chair. He sat, grabbed her elegant wrist and wrestled her over his lap, then spanked her delicious bubble butt cheeks. They were so taut and resilient, pink as a blushing virgin. Friday was disappearing into the narrows of her crack and more exposed ass flesh squirmed frenetically as he rained slaps. The noise echoed all over the barren room.

  “I’m so bad. Can you forgive me, sir?” Madison rasped, desperately rubbing her mound against Will’s legs and knees.

  “Go to the desk.”

  Madison rolled down to the floor and crawled over. She climbed up, leaning over for more ass handling. Will roughly tugged her drawers down mid-thigh, revealing a glop of vaginal honey on the deposed garment. Her pubic hair was drenched, spiked into points.

  The obvious irony about a consensual scene involving corporal punishment, even light as it was in that case, and sex was that the discipline enacted was often for liking sex, having sex, or getting caught having sex or masturbating. But when two beings attracted to each other enter this hot arrangement, the icing on the punishment cake is a sex act. So, when Will pulled Madison’s panties down, she looked back at him and then his bulging pants, giving him a sultry blink and a nod.

  The zipper sounded and Will instinctively opened the desk drawer so convenient to their coupling, finding condoms there. With teeth, he tore one open. Luckily it was large enough. He rolled it down in one gesture toward his cock base. She already leaned forward, so he flopped his sheathed cock onto her ass and fit it along her crack. He pushed her head down parallel to the desk. Will massaged his manhood up and down the crevice, saying words like spank slut, tanned hide, as well as slick for whatever reason, but those proclamations had Madison howling in approval. She reached around to touch and play with him, but Will blocked her hands. He enjoyed the sight of his hard-on book ended by her buns. He spanked her again, red hand marks now apparent.

  “Please fuck me,” Madison said.

  Keeping her head down, he pulled back slightly and shoved it in, causing a sucking wet sound just as enticing as the spank echoes. With the other hand, he walloped her cheek after every few thrusts. Slosh, slosh, slosh, whack!

  “Sir, I need to come!” Madison said, voice quivery and on the edge.

  Will thought of denying her this privilege, just to amp up the tease. But his cock, as if it had a mind of its own, was reluctant to extract from her boiling-over pussy, so he compromised.

  “You may…when I count to three.” He paused from speaking but continued humping her. Then he slapped her. “One.”

  He repeated his pattern before announcing, “Two!” He was more intensified and approaching orgasm.

  Will gave her several more spanks. His pelvis felt her rump muscles strain to hold off, so he gave Madison the go-ahead. He spooned his weight on top of her over the desk, calmly stating, “Three.” Her orgasm began. Madison snarled and snorted, her splayed arms and hands helplessly grabbing and twitching as Will pinned her down firmly so he could feel her convulse and purge her schoolgirl shame. He thoroughly enjoyed feeling Madison wiggle beneath his body, still using her sopping hole as part of the disciplinary action. He made a point to grunt triumphantly in her ear. As he proceeded to finish himself off, Will saw a smiley glow wash over the submissive beauty. In turn, the sight made things slo-mo and dreamy for Will too. With a final emphatic thrust he held deep, feeling his cum shoot on and on as a sweat broke the surface of his skin.

  He slumped on Madison with his dick still merged in her, trapping her longer. Will relaxed a bit and returned his hands to her smarting butt to smother it with caresses and pinches.

  “It’s like sweet kisses to me,” she whispered. She cooed and winced and cooed some more until Will pulled himself off her. To this she reacted with a tsk of disappointment.

  “I wish that could last forever,” she said into the desktop with considerable muffle. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  “Me too, buddy.”

  Will put himself back in order and was ready to exit when someone started banging on the door and caterwauling, “Why won’t you date me?!”

  Madison did not flinch a pinky but did issue another more irritated tsk. “More drama from Sammie Dorn,” she said, shifting slightly on the desk.

  More yelling and door-punching ensued, followed by saner voices in the hall and a bit of scuffling. Sammie let out a curdling scream, but its sound diminished as they dragged her away.

  “Will, don’t come out till I tell you it’s clear,” Vincent called.

  Will pulled a chair closer to the desk, sat, put his feet up. His fuck friend had moved into the fetal position, facing him.

  “There must be some irresistible high in jealousy for Sammie that makes her want to indulge in it so completely,” she said. “I know couples that use it as foreplay—they go out, flirt with other people, make each other jealous. They take that fury home for some emotionally charged sex.”

  “Sounds awful,” Will said.

  “Not my thing either, but to each her own.”

  “I do like what you own,” Will said. In the few years they had physical relations, he never really had the chance to chat extensively with Madison.

  “You’ve got an innate quality, a strength, that makes me very attracted to you. Once I saw you that first time you came to Memorabilia, I knew I had to conne
ct with you somehow,” she said. “And here I am with you, just fucked, still in ecstasy!”

  “Will, all’s clear,” Vincent called from the hall as he rapped on the door.

  Neither sex partner made a motion to leave.

  “How can you be friends with a person like that screamer?” Will asked.

  “Hmmm, she’s not really a friend. We understand each other; we’re associated by showbiz. I don’t bother fighting with her, so I suppose that makes me a friend to her. She’s pretty lonely, and her gold-digging doesn’t help that reality—not to mention her faux-ingénue, spurned-lover routine.” Madison paused. “I was lonely too, growing up an only child with distant, uninterested parents, my father especially. But I feel really at home here, at Memorabilia, even without the kink.”

  Will nodded, closing his eyes to agree wholeheartedly.

  “My upbringing was shitty,” he confided. “Paul, my brother, is a thieving drug addict, my mom can’t stand on her own two feet. My dad,” Will shook his head in disgust, “is even more detached than yours. We’re his secret offspring, not spoken of or acknowledged. He’s the bastard, though.

  “All the people here—Helene and Ivy, Vincent, Frances and her husband—have been so honest and nice to me, better to me than my flesh and blood. It astounds me to realize how unsupportive my mom is—she does love me, but she’s a mess. I am beyond the hurt when it comes to Paul—and my dad can fuck off.”

  The conversation went quiet. Madison gracefully unfurled one of her clutched arms, extending it to reach Will’s desk-perched ankle. She gently grabbed onto it to show her affection, friendship, support, and solidarity.

  Chapter 19

  Something’s with Psychoclops

  Will went on with Memorabilia, but in his fourth year of school he was placed into a laudable internship with a very good company called Murgatroyd. The company basically hired him, but he still had to complete some requirements at the Polytechnic.

  With graduation in sight, an anxious Ginger began contacting Will more frequently toward the end of that year.

  “Paul’s not been home, going on a couple weeks,” she lamented. “Some guys I don’t know have been coming around, asking for him.”

  With great apprehension, Will took a ride to see his mom. He parked across the street and waited in his car. He did this because he saw his father—who did not even notice Will—leaving the premises. In his rear view mirrors, Will watched Kevin become distant as he passed blocks then disappeared around a corner. He crossed the street, noticing that Psychoclops was tagged on a cinder block wall at the side of the house. His brother’s street name had an X sprayed through it.

  Once inside, he saw that the television and a few other semi-valuable household items were missing. Ginger was at the kitchen table. When Will gestured toward the empty spaces she shook her head, eyes watering, and shrugged hopelessly.

  “They’ve been gone over a month,” she said. “I wasn’t here when he took them.”

  Will knew she meant Paul; he let her vent and cry and worry. Will spoke minimally but mostly listened. He did not know what to do.

  Will left Ginger and everything else in limbo. He wanted the sage advice of Frances and Stephan, but they were out of town. He left them a message, requesting to meet as soon as possible.

  The following week, on his day off from interning, Will’s life jolted in a terrible way.

  Ginger called, out of her mind. She eventually explained that she was returning home earlier and saw, from afar, two men leaving the house. Instead of phoning the police, she waited until they were gone and went inside. Paul was on his mattress in the closet, not breathing.

  Will called 911 and booked it over to the house. The cops were there when he arrived, and a fire engine was just pulling up. He identified himself and went in, finding Ginger clumped on the floor in Paul’s room, sobbing. A female police officer was there, beeping, dinging, and amplifying white noise from her clipped-on radio. Paul’s body was arranged as if napping on the mattress, slightly on the side. He was tinged blue. A mess of ulcerating needle bruises were exposed on one arm where the sleeve was rolled up, and there was a hint of abscess at his bare ankle. A syringe was placed next to his reclined body, alongside four latex gloves. Another glove was stretched out under his arm, perhaps used as a tourniquet.

  Then he realized the dudes who left the two pairs of gloves tried to use a tourniquet on Paul, but scarring on his neck indicated it was injected in his jugular. Will wondered how they outmaneuvered the legendary Psychoclops to shoot him up with a death dose. Will was mildly perplexed to see a Zapp CD on the floor, as if it fell out of one of the executioner’s pockets.

  “How dumb,” he said out loud, though he didn’t say anything to the detectives about the CD as evidence: he just wanted to take Ginger out of there for good.

  When he eventually did walk his mom out with the intention of getting her some medical help, since she was nearly catatonic, he saw his dad.

  A group of nosy neighbors stood down the street from the cordoned-off crime-scene house. Kevin was there with his legal wife to watch events unfold, masquerading as a bystander. After he put Ginger into his car, Will’s eyes met those of his father. Will knew it would be the last time he saw Kevin.

  Chapter 20

  Settling Sad Affairs

  After being held under observation in a hospital, a heavily-sedated Ginger attended the funeral, slumped in a wheelchair. No friends of Paul turned up, but Will was moved to frequent tears at the show of support his friends gave. Of course, Yuri spent an inordinate amount of time with Will, and the Memorabilia pals were there, helping with service and reception arrangements. Surprisingly, Biff showed up, wearing a very neat and appropriately somber suit and offering sincere condolences, which Will accepted with newfound respect.

  Paulson Franco’s body was laid to rest next to their grandmother, in one last grasp of wholesomeness for his short, wretched life.

  Frances and Stephan really came through with legal assistance. Even with Will’s good head on his shoulders he struggled with the red tape. Between the burial and putting his childhood home up for sale, the couple was a never-ending source of hope and support. They pledged a lifelong commitment to ensure that Will realized a fulfilling life.

  Regarding his mother, who was left severely depressed and medicated to such an extent that she could not function independently, Will found an excellent assisted-living facility for Ginger. There she would be cared for medically and otherwise, and encouraged to take part in various center activities to stimulate her and keep her socialized. It was a beautiful place but expensive, which was okay since Will was officially hired at Murgatroyd.

  There was one aspect about the ordeal that truly made Will full of disappointment: he missed his graduation. He received a diploma, and of course a lofty, high-income job, but in all the turmoil of his childhood and home life, he was hoping to be publicly recognized for his achievements. It was as if the fucked-up union of his parents produced some hatchlings to be aimlessly thrown, to sink or swim without a thought as to how he and Paul would turn out. At least Will swam with all his might.

  Chapter 21

  Man Feels Young Again

  In his grieving period, Will saw his mom a lot at her new home and monitored her condition. He spent many hours of solace within the warm company of Frances and Stephan, both wise and generous and simply there for him, to spoil Will with their opulent meals.

  His soul remained distressed for months, but when studio work for the fall season commenced, Will poured himself into his new job working on a popular cartoon called Jiggs! This was what he wanted, to use his art talents and be compensated for them.

  In a conventional family situation, a freshly college-graduated offspring would take steady steps of independence, perhaps by taking a job and moving out of the house. Although he’d only been embraced by his Memorabilia family four years prior, Will gracefully ended his employment ties, as expected, to officially make a full-t
ime job in the animation industry an important part of his adult life.

  Will still went to Memorabilia. Frances, Helene and Ivy gave him a carte blanche lifetime membership. He gladly accepted the gift, as his sexual proclivities felt at home in the dominant realm. He had plenty of willing takers among the high number of club members—even Kendra, who was basically the sex scout who discovered Will in the first place. He buckled her down tight a few times and she would plead for his dick, but he mostly tortured her clit with his tongue while she howled through a ball gag. On weekends, he would scratch his itch by coming up with clever scenarios and honing his skills to really get a girl’s rocks off. Perhaps his first truly kinky encounter with Madison—the pretend abduction in the hyper-masculine pickup truck—opened his eyes to the super hot possibilities of the kink world. And he continued for a while thereafter to spank her ass or to use her mouth as a warm, wet masturbatory device, or bind her in various vulnerable positions and fuck her so hard she felt warm stars exploding from her G-spot. She was always game for Will.

  Come Monday mornings, Will was at work early. He started out coloring backgrounds, but soaked up experience and learned the ropes of all aspects of the company. His future at Murgatroyd was bright, and he was well-liked by his coworkers.

  Then one day, a new coworker came aboard. He could hear his supervisor giving someone a tour of the offices, making introductions to other people in their cubicles.

  “Will, we’ve got a new associate.”

  Will turned from his computer screen to face his supervisor and the new person. It was Claudia, the young woman he saw once before at the blowout party with Yuri and Biff. Will kept his composure, but he felt so much in his chest when he saw her.

  Claudia, though she went through the hand-shaking routine, did not seem to see anyone let alone Will. She nodded at him, not making one peep, as if to say Hello or Good to make your acquaintance would be a waste of breath. She remained aloof and settled quietly into her work tasks, eventually leaving at day’s end without acknowledging anyone.