Till Death

by Kol Anderson

  “Four!”

  Distracted breathing.

  I didn’t wait to give out the next three and they came in cruel succession.

  “Five!!!!”

  “Siiiix…”

  “Sev… oh God mercy sir!”

  I could hear his shallow breathing from where I stood. I could also see the beautiful red marks and the strap must have hurt worse around the wounds because they started bleeding again. “Just relax and breathe,” I told him and promptly struck him again, a lot worse than before, the intensity had tripled what it was during the first blow. He screamed this time, trying to get used to the pain. “Please… I can’t… no more… please…”

  “Two more. Same intensity,” I told him. “Don’t forget to count.”

  I could feel his stubbornness in getting back in position. He was completely messed up. He wasn’t expecting to go pro mode this early, which was exactly what made it hotter.

  “Come on, Justin.”

  I watched the stubbornness leaving him, and it was replaced by a strange determination as he resumed position.

  I hit him again.

  He screamed.

  I could feel him breaking.

  “Eight!”

  Another hit. Same ruthless intensity but faster.

  “Nine!!!”

  Faster.

  “Ten!!!!”

  He counted the last one and broke down.

  I should have stopped.

  He was more fucked up than I had initially hoped he would be. I should have stopped. I should have gone and helped him.

  “Wipe those tears and get up,” I commanded from the sofa. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  He quietly wiped his tears and slowly walked toward me, while I freed my cock from the confines of my pants. Walking with that lashing he just received, was next to impossible but he managed. It was a pleasure to watch him struggling with something as simple as a few steps.

  “Suck me off, Justin.”

  He gingerly got on his knees and his mouth lowered onto my cock. It felt so good I would have cum, but it helped that I wasn’t a teenager anymore. I had some control at least, I could make myself last. His tongue started flicking my crown but instead of letting him go on, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

  His mouth open, his eyes half closed in anticipation, I pushed two fingers in there and he started sucking on them. I pushed them down further and he gagged on them. I kept pushing them further down his throat until the tears came back from pure reflex and he started to pull away from me.

  I grabbed his jaw in one hand and the other hand was on the back of his head when I replaced the fingers with my cock. He gagged and choked and I forced him to stay still and pushed my cock further down his throat. Fuck, the feel of his constricted throat, especially when he choked… oh God what is happening to me?

  I finally pulled out my cock and looked at the tears streaming down his face. “Your holes are the only useful thing about you,” I said. “So, don’t stop me from using them as I see fit.”

  He was pretty fucked up by then. I looked at his cock and there was no sign of an erection. “I want you to get hard for me,” I said. “Tell me something that will make your cock hard.”

  He was thinking about it, on his knees and then he looked up at me and he was embarrassed. “I want you inside me, sir.”

  “Keep going. Feel free to touch your cock. Tell me what you need. Everything.”

  He closed his eyes and started touching himself. “I want you… inside me, sir. I want you to tie up my hands as tight as you can… I want… mm… I want you to hurt me going in… I want to be in so much pain I can’t think straight… I… I… fuck… fuck me with that cock when it’s rock hard and...” he was already hard and jerking himself off. His hand moved in a steady motion over his dick and I wanted to touch him but I stopped myself. He was so full of precum, his hand was slipping easily over his skin.

  “Come closer,” I said and Justin inched slowly up to me. His eyes were still half closed, but when I kissed him, he tried to kiss me back and get close to me but I didn’t let him. So, he placed a hand on my chest and touched my pecs with his palm, and continued to make himself cum.

  I was careful not to touch him. I knew he was dying to be touched and that was exactly why I wasn’t going to do it. I liked the power I had on him. I liked that I could have this impact. I liked that he wanted me. But he wasn’t the only one who was dying to cum. I pushed his face back to my crotch. I allowed him to jerk himself off and guided his mouth and his head to give me the blow job to end all blow jobs. I came in his mouth and he licked me dry. His hand was dirty with his own cum so I knew that he got his release.

  For now.

  “Clean yourself up and go to bed,” I told him. “You’re filthy.”

  He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes and when he realized I still wasn’t going to touch him, stood and headed to the bathroom, and he limped badly all the way there. I could hear him washing up, peeing, and then standing under the shower. I pictured him using his hands to clean himself up, those dirty fingers going everywhere.

  When he came out, he quietly got in bed and tried to put on my boxers when I stopped him. “You should be ready for me,” I said. “I want to be able to touch you at will. Any form of clothing will only get in the way.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I made two drinks with more than enough whiskey and very little Coke. I brought one to him. “Drink this,” I said, and he didn’t hesitate. He finished his drink quickly and I took the glass and set it aside. “I don’t want you to touch the drugs ever again. Understood?”

  He looked embarrassed. “Yes, sir.”

  I kissed him softly on the mouth. “Get some rest now.”

  I tucked him in and he closed his eyes. He was exhausted. I could hear the soft snores within moments of tucking him in. He looked like a being out of this world. He looked like a fantasy but he wasn’t, he was real.

  And he was mine.

  7

  The next morning I was awake before him. This gave me the chance to wake him. I did it by sitting by his side and nudging him.

  He woke up, startled. “Tre…”

  I placed a heavy hand over his mouth and shut him up. “Shhh. No talking.”

  His body was right in front of me and I could do anything I wanted.

  Anything.

  I placed a firm hand around his erection and started jerking him off, my movements deliberately slow. He moaned into my hand and closed his eyes. He tried to touch himself but I stopped him. “If you use your hands I will break them.”

  It must have been torture but he kept his hands away. I lifted my hand off his mouth. “Does this feel good?”

  “Yes, sir… but I need to go to the bathroom, please.”

  “How badly do you need to go?” I continued to work on his cock and he was grinding his hips.

  “Oh… God… please sir!”

  I teased him for a few more minutes. Then I pulled him out of bed. He was in constant pain from the previous night. I led him to the bathroom. I watched as he self-consciously relieved himself.

  I pushed him against the wall and started kissing his neck. I groped him and touched him all over.

  My hand traveled to his throat.

  He was staring at me in fear and confusion.

  The grip of my hand tightened around his neck. I watched his eyes go wide and felt his Adam’s apple tighten. I pushed him harder into the wall. I took his hand and placed it on my cock. He was quick to respond and started to jerk me off. I was rock hard within the next few minutes. I tightened my grip on his throat and he couldn’t keep track of his movements any more.

  “You want me to loosen that grip, Justin?”

  He barely managed to get the words out. “Yes, sir…”

  I let go of his throat and he started to catch his breath, looking at me with a clueless look on his face. “Get on your knees, now.”

  He complied and I undid my zipp
er. He reached for my cock but I grabbed his hand. “Bring your mouth closer,” I instructed him and took my dick in one hand. “I need to take a piss. Guess where I want to go.”

  He looked mortified. “In my mouth, sir.”

  It was clear this wasn’t easy for him but I loved that he actually put up some resistance this time. “Trent…”

  I hit him in the face, once. It was unexpected, and it threw him completely off. I grabbed his hair in one hand and pulled his head back, and positioned my cock right in front of his face. I stood there, towering above him and pushed two fingers in his mouth. “Open up, Justin!”

  He was still resisting. “We’re not going anywhere until I fill your body with my piss, Justin!!!”

  I’d started to realize that my yelling was a disturbance for his brain and he tried to avoid it all costs.

  “I thought you loved me, Justin.”

  At this, he gave in. I felt him stop his struggling. “Open up.”

  He opened his mouth and I placed my cock right over his lips and let a few drops of piss slip by. He looked like he was going to puke. But he didn’t. He was crying again and I this time I let some more of the piss out, let him get used to the warmth and the taste.

  Justin looked devastated but managed to keep it in.

  I emptied the remainder of my bladder fluid slowly inside his throat and closed his mouth with one hand, until he had taken it all in.

  I let go of him then and he sat on the floor, in shock and sobbing.

  I tried to touch him. “Justin…”

  He pushed me away and dashed to the bedroom. He started looking for his clothes but he wasn’t much help to himself with that limp and all that pain and I was able to grab him from behind and haul him up while he lashed out and screamed at me. “Put me down!!”

  That screaming was starting to piss me off. I didn’t want the motel people to think there was something going on, so I put a hand over his mouth and tried to placate him. “Calm the fuck down, Justin.”

  He was still upset but pacified, so I took my hand away from his mouth but I didn’t loosen my grip of his abdomen. My arm was still restraining him. “Don’t you love me?”

  “Please let me go.”

  I nuzzled my face in his neck and took in the soft, sweaty smell of him. “We belong together.”

  “Trent, please.”

  I ran my hand over the front of his body. I stopped at the crotch and pumped his dick and fondled him. I could feel him swaying every time I touched him. He wasn’t resisting but he was still a little tense. “Trent… stop.”

  “I need you.”

  I kept pumping and fondling, and he was getting an erection. So I kept going. I gently bit his ear and licked the outside with my tongue.

  “And you need me, Justin. We both need each other.”

  I tightened my hold of his dick and stroked it harder. “No… no… no please… stop!”

  He got away from me and turned around to face me. “Trent,” he was insistent. “We’re done. I don’t want to be here. Let me go.”

  I laughed.

  “Trent…”

  “Typical. You all make promises you don’t keep. I thought you were different, Justin.”

  He was shedding tears again. He was crying like it was hurting him too. But I knew one thing for certain. If a man’s leaving hurts you, you will do anything to keep him around. If you let someone go, your love just isn’t strong enough. Dom’s love hadn’t been strong enough and neither was Justin’s.

  I looked at him one last time, his perfect mouth that deserved to be destroyed and that body that deserved to be desecrated.

  I went to the mini bar and got myself a stiff drink.

  “Will you help me look for my clothes?” Justin said and I laughed at him.

  “Justin, baby, you don’t need clothes because you’re not going anywhere!”

  I finished my drink and tossed the glass aside, and it shattered on the floor. Justin flinched away from me and started backing up into the wall. “I’ll scream, Trent!! If you come near me I will!”

  I picked up the TV remote and turned on the volume until I could no longer hear a word Justin was saying. The only thing I could hear was my laughter and even that was drowning out.

  Justin ran out of places to back into so I grabbed his arm and I pushed him to the floor. He watched as I removed my belt and wrapped it around my hand. He flinched when I whipped the air.

  I was walking toward him and he was trying to get away from me and that belt. I struck him once. I didn’t care where it landed or that he was hurt from last night, I just kept hitting him.

  After a while, my hand was tired so I stopped.

  I turned off the TV and went to check on Justin. He was on the floor, unconscious. I had no idea when it happened.

  “Justin?” I tried to wake him up. “Justin… hey!! Wake up! Fuck, I’m so sorry I don’t know what happened! Fuck, Justin!!”

  There was a knock on the door. I couldn’t let anyone find Justin that way, so I lifted him in my arms and placed him gently on the bed. I pulled the covers around him and tucked him in before answering the door.

  The sight of the security guy at the door wasn’t exactly a surprise. “Can I help you?” I tried to look annoyed.

  “Sir, people have been complaining about the noise,” he stuck a nosy head in to see if everything was normal. “If you could please keep it down.”

  “Oh, yeah sorry about that, we’ll be careful.”

  He gave me a haughty nod of his security guy head and went back to his routine.

  I closed the door and double locked it.

  I looked at Justin who looked like he was having a nightmare. I sat beside him and touched the tips of my fingers over a hideous bruise going all the way from his lower abdomen right up to the flank in the shape of my belt.

  I lifted his right arm and it was limp. I placed it on the pillow next to his head. I took the other arm and did the same. I placed my hands on both his arms around the elbows and held them that way. I straddled him on the bed. I lowered my ears to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Steady. Strong. I lifted my head off his chest and kissed his mouth lightly. I was expecting him to come awake but he was completely out of it.

  I looked at his face, asleep, like an angel.

  I let his arms stay that way, like an art installation. I grabbed his right leg and lifted it above his shoulder. He was incredibly flexible. I was rock hard. I used my spit to wet my cock and positioned his body to accommodate me. It was easy. He moved around on my cues, exactly the way I wanted.

  I held his leg up and drove my hard cock into him.

  FUCK FUCK FUCK.

  He was warm and cozy inside and way too tight. I couldn’t get in. It was pissing me off.

  His head lolled to one side and I put it forcibly back in place.

  I started thrusting again. Slow at first but then I got impatient. “Oh God, Justin!”

  I drove into him this time forcefully and his body had no choice but to take it.

  Thrust after thrust after thrust…

  Slow and fast, changing my pace so I wouldn’t cum too soon. I wanted this to last.

  I fucked him senseless for an hour, and he never woke up.

  I checked his heartbeat again and it was fine. I pulled out of him and my cock was messy with his blood. I left him lying there and cleaned myself up in the bathroom.

  I came back and realized that he would try to run again when he wakes up. He couldn’t be trusted anymore.

  I looked through the motel room drawers for something I could use to restrict him. I couldn’t find any rope but there was plenty of electrical cord in the closet. Better than rope. I brought the cord to the bed. I tied Justin’s hands to the headboard and his legs to the bed frame. When I was done, I picked up a dirty underwear that belonged to Justin and made it into a ball and pushed it in his mouth.

  I grabbed a couple of beers, went to sit on the sofa and watched my handiwor
k.

  The beers made me drowsy so I went to sleep on the couch from whence I could keep an eye on my slave.

  “Goodnight, Justin. See you in the morning, kid.”

  8

  I woke up to someone’s muffled cries.

  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked at the time. Except for the two bathroom calls in between, I’d pretty much slept through the night.

  “Mmmm!!!”

  I looked to the bed and saw Justin, terrified and in panic and those were his muffled cries that woke me.

  I went to him and tried to reason with him. “I can take that thing out and let you breathe,” I said, taking out my switchblade and threatening him. “But if you try anything.”

  Justin nodded.

  I took the gag out and set it on the nightstand.

  “Trent… I uh, I don’t… feel so good… something’s wrong with me Trent…”

  I went to the windows and looked through the slats at the view of the cars parked in the lot. There were three cars in total, one jacked up truck and an old Ford that looked like it was way past it’s prime even in the seventies. And then of course my trusted old BMW that was a ten year older model and my only possession after the split with Dom.

  I made sure the blinds were working and that no one could see what was going on in here.

  “Oh my God… I’m bleeding… why am I bleeding!”

  I went over to Justin and saw that he noticed the blood that was staining the sheets in the region between his legs.

  “Oh don’t worry about that,” I said. “I just… I needed to fuck you so bad Justin, you looked fucking… hot… I lost control.”

  He went silent all of a sudden.

  “Its just a little blood Justin,” I said. “You were so damn tight! We need to do something about that!”

  Justin was breathing hard, I knew he was having a panic attack so I grabbed his face in my hands and tried to call him down. “Justin, hey!” I said. “Look at me… Justin… look at me… breathe… okay? I’m not going to hurt you. Please.”

  I placed a hand on Justin’s forehead and he was burning up. “It looks like you have a fever,” I untied his feet and his hands, so I could take him to the bathroom. All the while, Justin looked like I might try to hurt him again but I just wanted to help him, that’s all. Why couldn’t he understand that?