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My wrists are shackled to chains hooked into the ceiling, my knees are on the ground. I've been like this for two days and my knees have been scraped raw as a result. I barely feel it. No, what hurt are the sounds from the bedroom. Becky's laughter, Horvath's musings, their grunts as they fuck. I can hear the bed squeaking under their weight, I can imagine them rolling around on it, sweaty and breathless. Horvath makes sure to chain me nearby the bedroom, so I can hear them fuck while I wait there, bleeding on the floor. And I do it.
I lie on the floor, watching as he pummels Becky raw night after night. Yes, Becky's still here. She's been with us ever since that night in New York. A lot of her memory's back. I don't know what spells Horvath has her under, but she seems to be genuinely in love with him. And he's great with her. He adores her, showers her with gifts, parties, vacations, whatever she wants. As far as the world and Becky are concerned, she's dating a single, prestigious, serious contented on next year's Forbes Top40 list. I'm nothing more than her boyfriend's creepy assistant who she think is in love with him. She's happy, he's happy and everyone's happy. Almost everyone.
It's been nearly ten months since that night in New York where I saw everyone I ever love either die off or start fucking each other. Balthazar's lost in a mirror world with no hope of getting back. After what Becky has become, I can't feel anything but hate for her. My life has gone through other changes as well. I no longer have to sleep in bathrooms, in fact I'm pretty much free to do whatever I want. I haven't had any dream about Horvath in weeks. On the other hand, what I want is to follow Horvath around all day, staring at him until Becky spots me and tell Horvath his creepy assistant is stalking him again.
As Horvath's apprentice or at least his willing masochistic slave, I've taken the official position of his right hand man. He hardly goes into any meeting without me, I've helped him almost double his portfolio. Turns out his investment in alternate energy solutions could have used an expert eye, expert in theological physics that is (well, not really, but I have a degree and he doesn't). I take a front and center role in a lot more of his projects now, but of course my role at home is the same. Just. The. Same.
Suddenly I hear the laughter die down and the door open. Time for another disciplinary session. Horvath walks in. He's completely naked, his cock flopping about, still swollen from his recent fuck. He sees me looking and pulls off the condom, throwing it on my bed.
"I'm not that desperate" I say. He gives me a disapproving look, I've found ways around his tongue-lock spell, but they always get me punished. A quick jab on my face and...there goes my nose again. He loves breaking the nose. Blood is running down my face, down the chin on to my shirt. I know it's going to be fine by tomorrow and the pain doesn't really bother me anymore, so I give him a big smile.
"You look too happy, imp...where's the whip?" Horvath asks, looking around. It's on the bed, directly behind me. He reaches over me to grab it and as he does, his 5-inch non-wood brushes against my face. I don't think twice about it, I open my mouth and close my lips around it. He quickly steps back, his eyes full of anger.
"What the fuck was that?"
"What? What so bad if I get a taste? Everyone else in the world seems to?"
"You're not ready" Horvath says, shaking his head.
"Horvath, how many more times do you have to stamp my face into the ground before I'm ready?"
"You should be broken, Dave" Horvath says, "Like Drake was"
"...before you killed him?" I ask with a smirk and get a knee to my face for it. Fuck, I think I swallow a few molars. Oh no...there's still one in here...
I spit it out, "Well you're the big guy. You make all the rules...Give us a taste, big guy...Afraid you might like it too much?"
Horvath gets a cold look in his eyes. I've lived with him for a while now. I know how to play him, he's not so different from anyone else. It's just about finding the right buttons. I can get what I want and what I want right now is that cock in my mouth. He walks back over to me, but not too close. I realize what he wants me to do. He's played this game with me before, but never to any happy ending. In fact, up till now the only sexual contact I've had with him was the night he fucked Becky for the first time. I know he's just playing with me again, he's been playing with me for months. I tried begging for a while, didn't work. Now i have all new ideas.
I decide to play, he's already getting hard. I stretch forward, until my arms are being forced back by the chains and I can move no further. Then I stretch out my head as far to the front as I can, open my mouth and stick out my tongue. If I manage to stretch myself to the breaking point, I can just manage to graze the tip of his cock head with my tongue. I manage to swirl the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, managing to squeeze the tip into his slit. That seems to do the trick.
He thrust forward, his cock sliding into my mouth, stretching my jaws out. He keeps moving, pushing my whole body back, his cock lodged in my mouth, until my back hits the bed and I stop. He grabs the back of my head and thrust his cock back into my throat, trying to go deeper. It's finally happening, after all these months of waiting. I'm finally getting what I deserve. If I had more practice I might be able to deep throat him, but for now I just try to breath as his dick assaults my mouth and throat.
Horvath grabs my face with both his hands, and keeps thrusting into me. The force of his thrusts feel unreal, strong enough to knock my head off. He barely has half his cock in and he's trying to push it deeper.
"You've been begging for it all these months and you can't even take it?" he asks through gritted teeth.
I'm busy choking on his cock and can't really reply. He mutters some words and the chain around my wrists disappear. He pushed me back onto the bed. His cock has been in my mouth this entire time and my jaw feel permanently stretched out. My face and my head hurt. The blood from my nose keeps running down to his cock, his thrust keep pushing it into my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum is mixed with my blood now and he doesn't care.
Pushing me onto the bed, he climbs on top of me until he's over my chest, his legs on my sides, his knees are on my arms, pinning me down. The only thing I can see is his giant cock looming over me. His knees are crushing my arms. He places on hand on my forehead to keep my head in place and stretches my mouth open with the other.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
He starts thrusting into my sore mouth again. There is nothing to stop him now and nowhere else for his cock to go but down my throat. He pushes his cock in, using his whole weight until I feel the back of my throat open up and he slips inside. I feel my throat expand as it makes way for throbbing cock.
I can't breathe and he won't stop pushing, not until he's all in. I feel his balls hit my chin and I know he's in. He pulls out and thrusts back in again. He gets a rhythm going, my throat expanding and contracting as his cock demands. His body slams into my broken nose and probably injured chin, causing pain to shoot throughout my face with each thrust. My lips are stretched and sore. I wouldn't be surprised if they had bled a little by now. Not that there wasn't enough blood in my mouth already.
With his giant cock, my blood and his powerful thrusts, I realize I could suffocate pretty quickly. I tried to convey this to Horvath but he doesn't seem to be listening. My head feel like it's just going to break off with one of these thrusts and swing away on Horvath's cock. I can feel my heartbeat in my head, as I try to gulp in some air between my mentor's thrusts. Tears are freely rolling down my face and I wonder if it turns Horvath on when he feels my tears hit his cock or does he even notice, mixed in with all that cum, saliva and blood.
I'm making some sort of gurgling noises, which just seem to encourage Horvath on even more. Just before he cums, I'm thinking maybe its a good idea to cut my losses and run before my mentor rips apart my ass and then he starts cumming. He slams into my face one last time, then pulls out so I can taste it in my mouth. He fills me up and God help me, I love it. I love every mouthful, every sip, every taste of his thick, hot cum. He's doing this just for me, I'm his and he's giving me this. I swallow it all.
And then I realize it's a lot hotter than it should be. I've never swallowed cum before...but...I can my whole body burning up. It hurts, I crawl out of bed, trying to stand up. I fall down, writhing in agony. My body feels like it's on fire. I see Horvath looking down at me with concern. No...not concern...pity. And then the energy kicks in and I get high.
Now I've partaken in quiet a few drugs and alcohol benders since coming into Horvath's ownership. I've been high before. When every single cell of your body feels like it's being consumed in pure white light and your eyes can only see neon silver colors, you're not high. You're on a different plane, bro. I feel the energy eminate from my stomach and flow throughout my body. Power like I've never felt before, coursing through my cells, through the hair on my arms.
Imagine jumping into a clear, ice cold pond after travelling through a hot desert for days. Its like that but somewhere deep inside. I felt purified, uncontrollable, limitless. I realize I'm laughing out loud and somehow I know Horvath is close by, I feel safe. But with any drug, there's the come down. The colors suddenly go dark, the lights vanish. I realize I'm in my room, someone turned off the lights.
It's raining outside, early of hours of the morning, if I had to guess. I've been out for hours. I look out and take the skyline of Shanghai in. I turn on the lamp and look at myself in the mirror. Aside from my bloody nose and generally bloody face, my lips do stand out. Their puffed up and in a bloody red shade. I mutter the spells, fixing most of myself up. I leave the lips as they are.
Horvath's waiting for me in the kitchen area. He's fully dressed, a cup of coffee in front of him. He takes me in one look, his eyes lingering on my lips.
"Becky and I are heading to France"
"And..."
Horvath takes his time before he answers, "and we think you should stay here"
"WE?"
"The firm is expanding here wonderfully, we don't need to keep looking for a GM in China, you can take over"
I can't believe this is happening. "What about...us? What about the plan?" I ask him.
"It's not working, Dave. You were the wrong choice"
"It's working, I swear, last night..."
"Last night should not have happened" Horvath calmly says, "It was too early or maybe it was never meant to be, I don't know...you can't be the Prime Morganian"
"Why not?"
"You have to give yourself over, you have to give everything you are over to the power...But you Dave...you're too god damn headstrong. You can't take orders, you can't be slave to any power, your resist"
"Not against you" I say, shaking my head, "I can give myself over to you. We can be together"
"I'm happy, Dave. I'm powerful, I'm rich, I have a girl who's head over heels in love with me"
"What about...what about the dreams?"
Horvath shakes his head, "I haven't sent any dreams your week in weeks"
"You can't just leave me" I say, getting on my knees so I can be on the same level as him, "I love you. You don't need the power, all the money or any of that shit. You, me and a fucking mattress on the floor, that's all we need. We can live forever"
It suddenly hits me I haven't been able to speak continuously for this long in months. The spell is gone. So is Horvath. I'm sitting along on the floor. The room still smells of him.
I'm already planning my next fanfic. I'm thinking of doing an Uther/Merlin pairing, something angsty and dramatic like this one. Open to suggestions though. Fanfic based on any movie/show involving David Morse, Anthony Head, John Sharian, Victor Garber or Adam Arkin you guys want to read?
Next chapter: Dave 2.0
Will upload over the weekend.
