Chapter 2: Punish you with pleasure, pleasure you with pain.
Sometimes Colby wonders when parts of him are bound to bedposts or whatever structure Jon finds suitable, why he lets this happen. Then, when the hurts turn to pleasure and he wears his cuts and bruises like badges of honor, he realizes, he remembers, how much he loves it, how much he needs it. The monster needs feeding, he needs punishing, and Jon doesn't hesitate to administer it.
Colby is trapped and exposed. Naked on his knees on the bed with his arms stretched out above his head, bound at the wrists by his own belt. Jon found some way to thread the end of his belt through that stupid decorative headboard and tied the other end around his wrists. Rough leather bites into sensitive skin and its a glorious feeling.
"Stupid, stupid boy," Jon mutters. Colby hears the clink of something metallic ring through the room and a thrill crawls down his spine and settles in his gut. "You asked for this. Just remember."
Colby hears that metallic clink again but before he can try to identify the sound, pain flares hot and bright against his back. The monster inside him roars but the sound that comes out of Colby is something much smaller and desperate. Pain screams through him again and he writhes and pulls against his restraints. Colby whines and squirms and parts of him are throbbing. His back, his heart, his cock. Everything at once. Jon strikes him again and Colby feels his body arch, feels moisture on his back and knows that Jon's broken skin.
"This is what you wanted," Jon says each word punctuated with another strike. Colby groans and pulls against the belt around his wrists. His hips sway pitifully as moans, desperate for more. "You asked for me to hurt you. Does it fucking hurt, Colby?!"
"Yes," Colby whines faintly as he pressed his forehead into the comforter. "More... please."
Jon whips him across the shoulders and Colby swears he feels his skin split. Colby's moan is loud and raspy. Jon smiles even if Colby can't see it. He loves to see his lover this way. Bound, constricted, achingly hard and mewling for more. He hits Colby again, the studs on the belt he was using bite deliciously into Colby's perfect skin, instantly raising red welts that would be prominent bruises in the morning. Jon stands back and surveys his work. Colby's back is raw and red and some spots are bleeding. Colby's shoulders heave with his heavy breaths, his fists are clenched tight and he's goddamn whimpering. Jon drops the belt to the floor and creeps around the side of the bed. He grabs a handful of Colby's hair and wrenches his head back. Colby's face is euphoric, his eyes dilated blissfully. Jon leans in and licks the long column of Colby's throat. He feels Colby shudder, hears his breath blow out in one of those sweet little moans.
"I love the way you love this," Jon muses, his fingers tighten in Colby's hair. "You filthy little fuck." Jon shakes Colby's head back and forth a couple of times before shoving him face first into the bed and holding him there for a few heartbeats. "You dirty whore."
Colby gasps when Jon lets him up. Jon moves to Colby's side, he makes his fingers into purposeful claws and drags his nails down Colby's back. Colby screams when Jon digs in to the fresh welts on his back but the sensation makes him dizzy. Jon grazes his nails along Colby's lower back and watches him squirm. Colby moans Jon's name. It's a pathetic sound.
"What do you want," Jon croons, he pressed his thumbs into the welts and Colby all but weeps with delight. "Tell me, Colby. What so you want?"
"Please," Colby whines, straining against his bindings. "I need... fucking need it."
"Need what, little monster? Tell me." Jon says. He pets Colby's hair a few times before gathering those curls in his hand and yanking his face up. "Fucking say it."
"Fucking fuck me," Colby breathes desperately. "Do it now. I fucking need it."
Jon grins and licks Colby's cheek as he releases his hair. Jon strips off what remains of his clothes and kneels on the bed behind Colby. Jon presses close and Colby immediately shifts his hips against Jon's, groaning shamelessly at the feeling of Jon's rigid flesh against him. Jon wraps his arms around Colby's torso and drags his nails down his chest and stomach. Colby whimpers and squirms and shoves what part of his body he can move at Jon. Jon lays a firm smack against Colby's ass, adding yet another red mark to Colby's body. Jon grabs a handful of Colby's hair in one hand and wraps his fist around his cock with the other. Colby lets out another cry, his body tensing, his bound arms shaking.
Jon strokes Colby's length a few times, reveling in the music of his moans. Jon releases Colby's hair and gropes at the bed beside Colby's knee, looking for the bottle of lube placed there earlier. Colby huffs irritably when Jon takes his hand off his cock and Jon laughs.
"Patience, little monster," Jon whispers as he prepares himself and Colby. "You're so eager. You just can't wait, can you?"
Colby practically howls his pleasure when Jon pushes a finger inside him. Colby lets his body go lax with a deep groan, accepting the intrusion of Jon's digit into him. Jon slides another finger inside, stretching and slowly, painfully slowly, fucking Colby with his fingers. Colby moans and pulls at the belt around his wrists as his hips buck back at Jon, desperate for his touch, desperate for more. Jon laughs again at the disappointment that was clear in his cry when Jon pulls his fingers out, leaving him empty. Jon picks up the bottle of lube again, coating his cock and throwing the bottle to the floor. Jon digs the fingers of one hand into Colby's hip, guiding himself inside Colby with the other.
The noise that comes out of Colby's mouth is unbelievable. Like he's never had Jon inside of him before. It sounds almost between a moan and a scream and it's strangled, crawling up from the pit of his stomach. Jon digs his other hand into Colby's hip, controlling him, moving him just the way he wanted as he thrust in and out of him. Hard and deep and fast, Jon fucks Colby like he's trying to break him in half. The sounds that come out of Colby's mouth are marvelous things. Deep growls and grunts intermixed with high keening moans that make Jon a little crazy.
Jon can see Colby's arms shaking, his muscles exhausted from hanging in the position he's been trussed to. But Jon just fucks him harder and harder. He watches Colby's body vibrate with the force of it all, and bathes in the sound of his moans and skin slapping skin. Jon drinks in the tension in the air, the smell of sweat and sex and Colby's blood as he watches it drip, drip, drip onto the comforter from the wounds on his back. Colby pulls at his bindings, his arms thrash wildly. If he isn't careful he'll rip the headboard off the wall, but that might be what he's trying to do. What the monster is trying to do. The beast is at the surface, underneath Colby's skin, gulping down the chaos, the pain, the pleasure, feeding it back to Colby.
Jon gives it everything it wants. Knows it won't be satisfied until it's got everything. He knows his own beast won't be satisfied until he takes every bit of what Colby's has. Jon's demon is still angry, it wants to hurt Colby more. Jon rakes his nails down Colby's battered back again, digging deep, tearing up more skin.
Break, goddammit! Break him! His demon screams. And Jon continues.
Colby's back is a raw mess when Jon regains some semblance of control. His dark-haired lover screams, thrashes, and yanks at that damn belt. And all the while, Jon fucks Colby relentlessly. Jon drags the nails of one hand down Colby's chest and stomach again and once more finds his hand wrapped around his cock. Colby's blindingly, painfully hard and leaking and he weeps something pitiful when Jon begins to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Colby's arms sag weakly.
Jon feels Colby's body tense beneath him. He feels the release boiling hot at the surface. The hand around Colby's cock is firm and fast. Colby's body arches rigidly, he throws his head back as far as he can and the sound that comes from him is unreal. He's howling and gasping and groaning as he cums, hot and thick over Jon's hand. Colby's body goes almost completely limp, but for the shaking Jon causes as he fucks him until he cums, heartbreakingly hard and buried deep inside that beautiful monster.
It's a few minutes before Jon regains himself and pulls himself out of Colby. Jon puts his feet shakily on the ground and moves to the top of the bed to finally untie his lover. Colby collapses, spent and weak, and he feels boneless. Jon admires the battlefield of Colby's back for a long moment. Bruises and scratches litter almost every inch and couldn't be happier.
Jon pushes Colby to his other side and stretches out on the bed next to him. Colby manages, with some difficulty, to peel his eyelids apart and look at Jon. A faint smile graces his lips and he reaches a shaking arm over to brush pieces of sweaty hair from Jon's forehead.
"Fuck I needed that," Colby mumbles and a huge yawn follows it. "I know you did too."
Jon doesn't disagree. He takes Colby in his arms and pulls him close, supporting his exhausted body. Both of their demons are satisfied for now.
But it's only a matter of time before they're back for more.
