When they were back in the house Andre was very frustrated. Once again, Bruno was trying to go back home. He didn't even know how the little mouse got out. First thing was first, he would do everything to prevent his beloved from being able to leave. Then they would work out their problems.
Bruno watched from the couch as Andre stood in the middle of the room in silence for a good five minutes straight completely unmoving. "Take off your clothes," he finally uttered.
The words were quiet but unmistakable. Bruno did not want to do this again. He couldn't let Andre touch him again. The last occurrence flashed in his mind and he just couldn't do it. He slowly shook his head no, eyes going unfocused from watery tears. Andre sighed, his lover was being incredibly difficult. He knelt down in front of the small man.
"Little mouse," he said pulling a pocket knife out and flipping it open. "Take your clothes off, or I'm going to cut them off." Bruno whined looking down. He couldn't. "I really love your ruana, don't make me ruin it," Andre pleaded mockingly.
"Please," Bruno tried to placate, "I'm sorry for running. I won't do it again." His hands trembled in his lap.
"I know you won't," Andre assured caressing his lover's face, "Because you're not going to go anywhere without your clothes. Now take them off. I don't want to accidentally cut you." Bruno made no move to do as he was told.
With a heavy sigh the larger man brought his knife up to Bruno's throat. Then held the front of the ruana and cut it from the top making a line to the bottom. He pulled the fabric open exposing the rest of his lover's clothes. "Hmm," Andre commented, "Maybe this is the better way to go. It makes me feel like I'm opening a gift." Bruno didn't respond. He kept his eyes trained down and to the left staring at the floor, tears running over his cheeks.
Andre continued, cutting the buttons off the shirt, then sliced down the sleeves. He ripped the fabric apart in the thicker spots and when he was done he was able to pull it all away exposing Buno's chest. The smaller man stayed completely still as large hands smoothed over his skin. Andre flicked his nipple hard in a playful manner making him flinch.
The knife then made its way lower cutting up from the left pant leg up to his waist. Bruno winced as the knife sliced in to his skin. When Andre moved the cloth of the first pant leg it revealed a few long cuts with droplets of blood coming to the surface.
"I wonder," the captor said mesmerized by the sight, "Is pain worse for you than other people?" He pushed his thumb into one of the cuts. "Your sister is always there to heal you, so you're never in pain for very long." He licked the blood off his digit tasting. "This must be new to you, to be able to feel."
"Please stop," Bruno whined.
"We're almost done," Andre countered before roughly pulling his knife through the other pant leg cutting upward quickly. Bruno shrieked when the knife cut his skin and blood gushed down his leg. The tall man stood and grabbed the shorter by the ankles pulling him on to the floor to prevent the blood from staining the couch.
"If you don't want me to cut near your private business, then take your underwear off and meet me in the bedroom. You have 30 seconds or-" He interrupted himself and grabbed a nearby broom. "I'm going to see how far I can shove this up your ass." Bruno could not tell if that was one of Andre's stupid jokes, but the man walked away into the bedroom, so he supposed not.
Bruno stood up, his whole body trembling. His right leg was covered in blood from where the knife cut just a little too deep into his thigh. He covered his private lower extremities with his hands for some semblance of modesty. Cautiously, he limped into the bedroom where his rapist was already waiting for him naked and ready.
Andre looked him up and down and tutted, "You wouldn't be bleeding like that if you had just done what I told you to do." He walked over and crouched to come face to face with those beautiful doe eyes. "The only way to insure a happy marriage is to maintain balance. I do everything I can to protect you and take care of you, but all you've done so far is fight me and make things very difficult. So, in order to maintain balance and keep our relationship on track, we need to make a correction." He stood at his full height and sauntered to a plush red chair in the corner of the room sitting on it.
"We're going to play a little game," Andre continued stroking himself to hardness. "I think it will help with your listening skills. You are going to follow every instruction I give you. And for every one instruction you fail, I'm going to add five hits from that paddle." He motioned over to two crisscrossed wooden boat paddles displayed like a decoration on the wall above the bed. "Come here."
Bruno was in shock. He could barley move. The world around him felt like it was falling apart and he was in hell. "That's 5," Andre warned. "Come here little mouse." The older man stood there, he'd rather be anywhere but here. "That's 10." Andre was beginning to sound angry, but Bruno didn't care. The longer he stood here, the longer he didn't have to be over there. "Get your ass over here!" The man yelled, still nothing.
"For fucks sake!" Andre got up grabbing a paddle off the wall. He seized Bruno by the hair making him cry out and forced him to lay on the bed face down. The paddle struck his back side and he wailed in agony. The paddle beat him over and over again, hitting his butt, back and thighs. Blood from his leg stained the top blanket and dripped to the floor.
Bruno didn't even register the throbbing of his wound rubbing against the bed as the beating caused him fresh new pain. Andre struck him hard 15 times leaving bruises and a few bloody streaks of broken skin.
"Get up," He ordered. Bruno shakily stood up using the bed as leverage to help him stand. "Good boy," the captor praised cupping his face lovingly and kissing him softly on the lips. "Don't you see? When you do what your told, good things happen."
Andre placed the paddle back in its place and sat back down in the chair. "Come here." Bruno took a shuddering breath horrified that this was happening. He reluctantly went to his captor and stood in front of him with his head down looking away. "Sit on my lap." The small man's heart could not bare this, but he did what he was told and reluctantly sat on top of the larger man.
"Such a good boy," Andre approved admiring the back of Bruno's head, petting his soft curly hair. "Now lift your butt a little." Bruno placed his feet on the chair on either side of the younger man's legs and lifted himself humiliatingly. His hands held against the arm rests too keep him from losing balance. His grip on one hand was not great due to his broken finger.
He felt exposed in this position. "I would have prepared you for this," Andre admonished, "But you've been very naughty." He pressed his penis into Bruno's hole partially, pushing the older man down by the shoulder a little to make better contact. It was tight, and without preparation it did not go in easily. Bruno titled his head back and yelled out as the tip entered him.
"Now seat yourself down onto me." It hurt too much. The smaller man closed his eyes tightly trying to get enough oxygen into his lungs, then he started to press down very slightly. It burned and stung greatly and the more he tried to push the more intense it felt.
"It hurts too much," Bruno finally spoke. Andre rubbed his back comfortingly avoiding the bruises.
"I know," he said soothingly, "But these are the consequences of your actions. Keep going." The older man tried, but it was too much. His body wouldn't let him. Even with his legs shaking needing a reprieve from the way he held himself..
"Help me," He sobbed. Andre took pity and grabbed his waist pulling his lover down and simultaneously pushing his hips up. Bruno let out a high pitched shriek as he was fully seated on the other man. His legs gave out and his hands dug into the fabric of the chair.
"Look how good you are," The large man grabbed his lover by the chin and forced him to look ahead. Just across the room next to the bed was a full length mirror pointed at them. Bruno sobbed at the sight, seeing himself sitting on top of Andre, just like in his vision.
Andre gripped under Bruno's right knee and pulled it up high so the older man could see where they were joined. "Look how beautiful you look," he complimented, "I feel like I'm wearing an ornament with you on me like this." He moved his hips up and down making sure everything could be seen. The smaller man looked away from their image together. "Keep looking," he was ordered. "I want you to see what I see every time I make love to you."
Bruno didn't move to look, ashamed at what he saw. "That's 5 more." The rough push and pull of Andre's penis going in dry increased and cause him more unbearable discomfort. "Look at us," the mad man ordered. The smaller man shook his head no as the agony inside him worsened. "That makes 10." He finally looked and then Andre increased his thrusts tenfold, going harsh and fast making Bruno yelp every time he pushed in. "Don't look away or I will beat you till you beg me to do this to you again." He didn't look away and watched as he was brutally fucked.
It felt like an eternity, but eventually Andre made a pleased sound moan and warm liquid filled Bruno. The taller man sat back pulling the shorter one with him and they sat there for a while until he was flaccid. The carpenter reached for the Prophet's penis and stroked it a few times but it did not react to the touch. "You must be feeling guilty for giving me such a hard time," Andre concluded. "Don't worry, I forgive you."