Really hoping to get the last chapter of 'A Prison of One's Own Making' out soon, but life has been kicking my ass. Here's some fucked up shit in the mean time!
He opened his eyes to warm water kissing every inch of his skin. Not just warm water, but bubbles. Bubbles? He looked around quickly and saw he was in an ornate bathroom with a jacuzzi-like bathtub. He tried to lift his arms but found they were handcuffed to the slip bars on either side of him.
A voice spoke up behind him and he flinched at the sound. "I know, I'm sorry, but they're just a precaution. Can't have you cutting your stay with us short." The man, Benjamin—no— he wanted to be called Benji, moved into view and sat on a plush chair facing him. His smile was inviting but his eyes were razor sharp. "I'm sure there are going to be just so many people eager to meet you." He pushed the arms of his bathrobe up and came to kneel by the edge of the tub, his knees cushioned by a monogrammed pillow. "I know I just can't keep my hands off you."
Benji grabbed an identically monogrammed washcloth and began to scrub his body down. He started with his face, gently wiping any grime away, before moving down to his neck, his broad chest, his arms, his back. As he scrubbed his thighs, fingers and soft cloth ghosted over his flaccid dick and he couldn't help but blush with shame. "No need to be embarrassed, pet, this is what you were made for! You're so beautiful, so perfect, I just—ugh!" The man flung the rag away and dove his hand under the sweet-smelling bubbles. He quickly found the young man's cock and began to massage him expertly, fingers slipping down to caress his balls and slide along his taint.
Despite himself, despite how much he hated a stranger's hands in his most vulnerable area, he felt his body start to respond. The warm, soapy water let Benji's hand slide over him gracefully and just for a second, he told himself this felt good, this felt nice. As if that was all the permission necessary, his cock filled entirely and strained forcefully against his abuser's palm.
"My, little pet, I didn't know you were so eager for me! But we can't have you ruining the fun." The pressure left him for a moment and then the hand was sliding something over his member, something that landed at his base and hugged him tightly. Too tightly. What the—
"You look confused. Have you never worn a cock ring before?"
He looked down, trying to see through the bubbles.
A finger under his chin lifted his head. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer."
"N-no," he stuttered.
"No, what?"
It took him a second before he realized what the older man wanted. "No, Master Benji."
"Good boy. Now, I'll take it off before it hurts you too much, but like I said, can't have you cutting the fun short. I'm going to unlock the cuffs and I expect you to behave. Nothing good will come from disobedience."
That was something he already knew too well.
Benji removed the cuffs and held out a hand to help him stand. He took it and pushed himself to standing. Benji rinsed the suds off and he didn't miss the way the man licked his lips as he scanned his body. His cock was still standing at full attention, the ring preventing any release.
"Go lay on the bed, on your back, arms up." He thought about refusing, but a quick glimpse of a cattle prod resting on the sink changed his mind.
He went to the beige bed and saw the ropes hanging down from the headboard. He swallowed against all the alarm bells raging in his mind and forced himself onto the silky sheets. Benji was right behind him to tuck his wrists into the soft bamboo ropes. He must have measured it beforehand because the length was just enough to keep him hopelessly restrained but not enough to cut into his bruised skin.
The bed dipped as Benji crawled on top of him and straddled his legs. He lifted his head to see what was happening but instantly decided he didn't want to know, so he let it drop back down onto the pillow. Ah, a pillow. When was the last time he had one of these?
"Now, baby boy, I don't want you to feel like you have to be quiet, okay? You can make as much noise as you want. I like 'em loud, okay?"
"Y-yes, Master Benji."
"Such a smart cookie," his captor said as he patted his hip.
Without warning, wet warmth rained down on his cock and he couldn't contain his gasp of pleasure. A heavy tongue slid down his length and back to the top before swirling around his head. He tried to stop his throat from releasing a lusty groan but his body was acting without his permission. The expert ministrations made him think of Ruby and his mind was cruelly torn between current shame and remembered ecstasy. He longed for the taste of her blood on his lips and he hated himself for it. Looking back, he realized he'd fallen for her trap head over heels. By the end, he probably would have done anything for her. Well, you did, he chastised himself. You started the end of the world!
Fingers squeezing his balls slammed him back into the present and further shame engulfed him as he became aware of his desperate, thrusting hips. It only served to encourage his master who slid up and down his cock with increasing speed.
Hands slid under him and started playing with his hole. No! his mind screamed but his erection pulsed with excitement. The fingers were slippery with oil or lube and slid into him much more easily than he would have expected. Was he that much of a slut that he'd give way after being fucked once?
He didn't have much time to ponder the thought as Benji quickly found his prostate and began to tease him. He'd bring him right to the edge then back off, leaving him increasingly anxious and needy. His dick began to ache painfully and he squirmed as growing waves of discomfort rolled through him.
He was eventually reduced to begging. "Please…" he said quietly, despising the feeling of the word in his mouth.
Benji lifted off of his cock with a loud smack of his lips. "Please what?"
"Please… Please just fuck me…"
"Please just fuck me, what?"
He bit his lip in frustration and detested every syllable but said it anyway. "Please just fuck me, Master Benji."
"You got it, sweetheart," Benji said, sliding up to kiss him before putting his captive's legs on his shoulders. "You think you're ready for me?"
"Y-yes."
"You think you deserve me?"
"I hope so, Master," he offered, unsure.
"You hope so or you know so?"
"I-I know so," he answered more confidently.
"That's a good boy!" Benji praised as he thrust himself into the waiting hole.
His pet released a surprised yelp and he reveled in the sound. "If I ride you hard, are you gonna sing for me?"
"Yes, yes, Master," he cried, frantic for release. Benji bore into him and he writhed on the man's cock, simultaneously flushed with shame but desperate for more. A hand wrapped around his dick and began to pump in time with the thrusts and he encouraged his hips to keep pace, pushing his body forward to accept every forceful movement. With his slave taking such enthusiasm in the activity, it didn't take long for the master to climax.
"Come with me, baby, come on!" Benji reached forward and pulled the ring from his dick. The man pulled back then thrust in one more time, hitting his prostate so hard that the resulting orgasmic flash of light that tore through his senses ripped away his awareness and his arched back fell limply into the bed.
When he awoke, he was in a large warehouse room.
A massive painted devil's trap covered the entire floor and he knew he was screwed. The sudden sting of the needle in his neck was hardly a surprise, but it was quickly forgotten in the rush of velvety power that inundated his mind. He was thrown carelessly onto the cold floor and he was grateful they'd allowed him his clothes; the rough concrete would certainly have taken a tax in skin.
He knew the blood made him arrogant but he didn't care. The strength it gave him was his only weapon against these goddam psychos who were paying to torture him. "Don't you fucking touch me," he snarled, hoping his black eyes would give them pause.
Instead, it only invited their abuse.
"You signed away all your rights the moment you let the devil out."
"Maybe even before that. I heard he's been whoring around with demons since his brother died."
"Fucking traitor. You deserve everything comin' to you and more!"
"Bet those black eyes match your soul, you goddam monster."
It didn't take long for the verbal abuse to graduate to physical strikes. His nose was the first to broken by a swift kick to his face. More kicks followed the first, then hammers and crowbars. A constellation of bruises welled up over his body, dark stars soon connected haphazardly by switchblades and knives.
And still he tried to fight back, unwilling to bow this suffering with complacence. He'd been sufficiently warded such that his abilities were blocked, but they hadn't restrained him at all. He tried to block himself or grab slow moving legs, but it was ultimately futile.
A solid boot to the temple sapped his strength and he melted against the floor.
"Finally!" an irritated voice said. "Let's get him ready."
He heard the flick of a lighter and his alarm ignited afresh. He fucking hated fire. But his body refused to cooperate with his commands and he was powerless to stop them as they burned the clothes off his body. The smell of burnt hair and singed skin wafted through the warehouse and he felt himself drowning in the nausea those all-too-familiar scents induced.
Hands grasped his wrist and dragged him over to the makeshift cross he'd seen leaning against the wall. He was hoisted up and pressed against the wood. More hands tied his wrists and ankles to the beams. Dark laughter reached his ears and he struggled to hold his head up and see what was happening. He regretted his decision.
Two hunters were approaching him, one with a large mallet and another with three oversized metal spikes. His brain quickly put two and two together: he was going to be crucified! Demon or not, this wasn't something he wanted to experience! He started to panic and began writhing against the restraints, but even powered up with the blood, he was too weak to escape. Someone grabbed his arms from behind and forced him to be still.
"Now this might hurt," the man with the spike teased as the cool metal was placed over his wrist. He shook his head, his black eyes pleading for release.
"Don't, please," he begged, which earned satisfied smiles from his torturers.
"But remember, you asked for it. This is what happens to false prophets. You thought you were saving the world but instead damned us all. This is your just punishment!" With that, the hunter swung the hammer with all his might and drove the spike through the trapped wrist.
He had hoped to spare his pride and keep silent, but the moment the metal cracked bone and severed his median nerve, all bets were off. He screamed so hard he felt like his vocal cords were going to rip.
He passed out as the second spike was driven through his left wrist.
When he came to, a new discomfort was growing in his hips. Looking down, he saw his legs were cranked out beyond their natural range. A spreader bar was locked between his feet and he realized this wasn't just about physical torture.
Suddenly, hands sprung up and he felt a flurry of movement around his mouth and then cold pressed up against his teeth. He tried to close his mouth but found he was unable. His tongue discovered a metal circle propping his mouth open. Something else scraped across his cheeks and dug into his flesh.
"Aww, aren't you just adorable. That looks so nice on you!"
He tried to snarl but the sound came out as a pathetic whimper instead.
The man swung his leg over his chest and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid a hand into his boxers and began pumping. "If I thought you'd behave, I woulda skipped the gag. But I was warned you'd probably bite. Guess every animal needs to be trained." He continued working himself for a few more seconds before pulling his underwear down and waving his dick in his captive's face. "Now, you're gonna be nice to him or else crucifixion will just be the start. Got it?"
He nodded silently, a mix of anger and fear fighting for control.
"Good. Open wide!" the man joked before shoving his cock through the metal ring and into his mouth. "Oh, fuck," the guy moaned, surprised with how easily his whole length fit into this man's mouth. He took his time, slowly pumping in and out to catch every sensation he could. "Use your tongue, bitch," the man commanded. He refused so the man grabbed a hammer and swung it against his left wrist as the man forced his cock down his throat. His body's natural reaction was to scream but all it did was press his throat tighter around the man's dick. "Holllyyyyy shiiiiitttttttt," he groaned, his head falling backwards in delight. The man fucked into his face more vigorously, repeatedly bashing the staked wrist. "Oh, uh God, I'm gonna, here it comes," he murmured hurriedly. He pulled out and allowed his come to splash out over the captive's face, thick globs dripping from his brow into his eyes and onto his lips.
The man huffed in relief and exertion. "Damn, that is one fine mouth. James, you wanna get over here and make it double? I think I'd be ready to go again in a few minutes." The man over him went to the wall and started cranking something. The chain started clinking and he could feel his legs and pelvis slowly be raised towards the ceiling via the spreader bar. It left his backside vulnerable while still allowing for someone to be by his head. Oh God, oh fuck, please, no, no, not this…
"Hah, look how panicked he is," the other man, James, commented. "Who's the big, bad demon now?" he mocked before swinging another hammer against his right wrist. This time he could scream unencumbered and the shrill cry echoed around the vast room.
"Just wait til he does that when you're down his throat. Fucking magical," his first abuser explained.
James swung himself over their captive's body and grinned at the false bravado. "
Another dick was shoved into his throat, this one bigger and thicker than the last, and he felt like he was suffocating. So distracted by the desperate struggle to breathe, he didn't notice the other man until a hard cock rammed into his ass. He didn't miss the irony in how grateful he was for the lubrication of Benji's come in him from earlier. Even so, it felt like he was being split open and he screamed as the invading organ bore into him. Vicious, tangled pain radiated from each thrust and it didn't take him long to realize that he'd been torn open. He supposed the resulting blood was a small mercy in that it lubed up his torturer's cock and made him come sooner.
Four other hunters took turns fucking his mouth and his ass. By the end, his face was covered in come and blood was running down the wood from his abused hole to the floor. His eyes had effectively been glued shut by the drying semen and only one nostril was open.
He heard the clink of the chain again and his feet were lowered to the floor. The spreader bar was removed and his sore hips fought against the movement as firm hands clamped around his ankles and layered his feet. His chest heaved with exhaustion and he didn't think he could scream anymore. But as the single spike dove into his flesh and secured the last of his freedom to the cross, he cried out again, a guttural sound of despair emanating directly from his soul. He prayed for a quick death but knew it would be denied to him.
The hunters lifted the cross so that is was standing vertically and gravity became his mortal enemy. The movement reopened the wounds in his wrists and he knew his labored breathing would probably prevent them from closing. It was a race between blood loss and suffocation. With the amount of blood he could feel dripping from his wrists, feet, and down the back of his legs, he was betting on blood loss. It took a few hours, but he wasn't wrong.