Walter hoists down the reincarnation of Henry without a wound. He's there again but Walter swears that he's still a bit bad. He steps out from his sight. Now he hangs so that he can stand on the darken floor, but he haven't the strenght to stand by himself so he falls forward. His head hangs down heavy between the chained arms, weak but yet concious.
"Whhat..." he hears that Walter does something with his coat, behind his back,"Walter?"
And all becomes quiet. Where did he go? Is this real or was it a dream? ("It's like this all is some kind of bad dream"). All of the sudden, Walter jumps at Henry's back from behind. Before he grapples Henry's shoulders he pulls down Henry's pants a bit.
He fumbles in his hurry and eagerness, but finally pushes his cock into the struggling Henry. It's difficult to push in and goes slowly, but after a time he's in, then he begins to thrusts hard and pushes closer to Henry.
"...like it?" He whispers and sniffs at the neck.
Henry stiffens and closes his eyes hard. Hardly audible, noises comes out from his mouth but only that. Walter thrusts hard and deep, he cuts the back of the neck with the knife, 21121, as Henry gasps and holds his breath. The shirt stains red once again. Walter follows the carved lines that makes a '2' with his tongue tip and licks slowly and carefully to clean the skin from blood.
"Oh, come on, Henry! Don't be a rock. Show me some feelings!" the voice actually pleads for real but Henry doesn't knows that. The thick, brown hair flies around as Henry determinded, shakes his head. Walter doesn't take notice of the rejecting at all, he only moans loudier as he thrusts faster, sucks and bites the trembling shoulder.
"No... No! Stop... Stop it..."
Henry wriggles desperatly like a worm. He tries to kick around and makes free from the chains, without any succes. This is nothing he ever wants to do.
"I... don't..." Henry breaths loudly, "...stop..."
A hand with a red glove streches out somewhere and turns some wheels. Henry has time to catch his breath as he and Walter smashes down into the floor.
Henry tries to crawl away, but Walter holds him in a iron grip, he tries to fight him.
"Don't. Just don't." Walter breaths low, "don't fight it..."
As the command, Henry softens in all parts of his body and breaths faster and louder. Does he enjoys that? The grip around the chains tightens and Henry arches back. Gasping and moaning he glances at Walter. What is this all about?
The cock goes fasts in and out, Walter stretches out, grabs Henry's cock and finds it hard. Yes, he likes that. Now he does. Walter presses tighter to Henry, tilts up his face and presses his lips to him. Before Henry feels the orgasms comes, to his disapointment Walter pulls out his cock from Henry and turns him the opposite and throws himself on him. Henry snatches and starres in disbeliefs at him.
"No." Walter smiles softly, "No that's too easy, my bloody valentine, not that soon. We hav-"
"W-why did you? I'd tho-"
"Just trust me. Ok? We-"
"B-but... You haven't-"
"If you'd just let me-"
"You don't have to-"
"Don't talk too much. You gotta trust on me. Nothing bad's gonna happen. Jus-"
"Walt-"
"Hush... love... ...huushh..."
He kisses Henry and sees in the dim that the face is lightly red and the eyes flickers from side to side. How cute, that's so Henry.
Walter feels a bit awkward and knows that Henry's awkwardness contagious to him.
They kiss for some longer time and then Walter turns around Henry again without any struggles. He lays with the stomach to the rusty floor. Henry feels the rough, cold floor to his cheek. At a closer look, he sees it has a look like it has been burning there for a long time ago, and it has a slightly reddish tone as the walls and ceiling.
Walter puts some of the blood from Henry's carved numbers on his hands and strikes it on his cock, voila: lubes. He slides in easy now through Henry's hole and goes deep as he can. He's tight and Walter likes that. He takes a chain, separate it into two and puts it in Henry's mouth like a bit. The chain is not just a chain, it has a barbed wire entwined. Henry's head forces back up of the chains like the bridle of a horse. He spits out some blood that drips down on his chin, moans because some barbs cuts into his gums and the corners of the mouth. It loos like it's gonna be a chelsea grin. Everytime Walter thrusts he whips with the other chain of barbed wire at Henry's buttock, it becomes red and small, bloody stripes. By the time the whips becomes faster and they go louder. Henry bends back like a 'C', but even this time Walter don't let Henry get pleasure, not yet.
Henry lies on his back with the chained arms above his head. Walter leans against Henry's sweaty forehead, they just breaths loudly to take a little break and as they looks into each others dimmy eyes, he wraps his legs around the hips. With his right hand, he trembling searches for Henry's hand and holds it. His left hand streches out for the knife, finds it and as they kiss gently he stabs the entwining hand. Henry gives out a little sound from the pain in his left hand. Now they are both stuck in each other, stuck into the knife into the floor. With the free hand Walter pulls down Henry's pants again(that had go up again while they turned Henry to his back) and begins to suck. But before he sucks, he smears the cock with the blood from the stabbing hands, Henry moans. His tongue plays teasingly at the top then moves slowly over the cock, licks up the blood. He pulls the cock deeper into the throat, almost chokes himself. This times Walter's nice to Henry, let himself out before Henry even gets it. Instead, he plugs in again and begins to move rhytmic. The breaths goes in the same rhytm. Walter strikes his hand through Henry's fluffly hair and plays with it for a while. This is the most beautiful hair he has ever seen, he adores the thickness, so rich and smooth, and the colour. Walter's eyes wanders over Henry's hair and then goes down, sees Henry's hard, grabs his raised cock and feels the pre-cum on the top, touches it softly. Henry moans low and tilts his head back. His breaths are shortly and jerky. The expression of pleasure reflects in his face as his body begins to cramp, every muscle in Henry works hard and are tensed. Walter raises himself to make space for his hand and begins to strikes Henry's cock. Henry forces every breath, it's unsteady and stuttering. Henry pushes his crouch closer to Walter, like comfirming that it's okay to go deeper in. Walter moves rhytmic and fast, he hears the balls smacks to the ass, he feels that Henry's body rises from the rusty floor. The eyes are hard shut and the mouth is wide open. Henry looses his control but still only breathes out his orgasm. The breathes becomes to loudly moanings and mixes with Walter's screams right after. The orgasms seems to just be rolling and rolling over again like a wave. Walter fills Henry's ass with cum and Henry soaks Walter's stomach, Walter rubs his stomach to Henry's. Henry's body still shakes and he arches back for the last time as the orgasms finally seems to fades out. Henry tilts his head from side to side, he can't move and he doesn't want to, either.
Walter lowers himself again and the warm, sweaty bodies presses to each other. He pretends to draw a heart with his finger on Henry's chest, a heart that Henry doesn't know that he draws. It's an affirming that Walter puts the heart back into its right place, if you know what I mean. The finger goes slowly up to the neck, circles and continues to the face. He follows the sharp jaw line, touches the warm lips, feels the small stubble and caresses the rosy cheek. Feel the perfect cheekbone and over the left, glossy eye. He stikes away the hair from the right eye. The oddly face expression on Henry's faces makes Walter loosens his grip around Henry. And just for a brief second after him, he realizes that they're not alone. Someone, maybe more, watches them, stands right beside them. And it's not good.
