Minding my own business, surfing the Net for inspiration, I am floored with the Waylan Park/Gluskin fanart. And I, being the most nonchalant person and calmest of the family pack, proceeded to squeal and fan myself with sheer excitement. So, I saved them ALL.
The inspiration has power fuel now.
Warning: This chapter will contain mature content, such as abuse and male/male sex. You've been warned.
Straining... the rope around his neck was straining hard. Waylan let out another strangled, throaty wheeze, unable to speak, as his face boiled red and his windpipe closing every second the noose tightened at his throat. All he could do was just clench his teeth together, and stare with a blurry vision, straight at the covered floor.
Eddie looked on at his darling, the length of the rope in one vice grip, as he tightened it more and more with every small pull. And he was smiling.
Out of those chains and shackles, Waylan wasn't out of Hell's bounds just yet. Still trapped in that plastic room, Waylan was down on the floor, laying flat on his stomach, and being strangled by Eddie. His face was shoved into the floor, with Eddie's boot on the back of his head to prevent him from lifting. Eddie's heavy body sat right on top of Waylan's back, mercilessly tugged at the noose until his Bride's face turned from red to purple.
And it didn't take long until Eddie could see the shades of color shift, and he released Waylan from the lynch. He laughed hard when Waylan tried gasping for air, gripping the floor with his fingers until his knuckles turned white. But one cough came out staggered, and suddenly, Waylan coughed and snorted out blood from his nose and mouth.
The strangling caused veins to pop.
Eddie clicked his tongue, displeased. "Oh, sweetheart, my love... You've burst." He sighed with a shake of his head, standing himself up from Waylan's back, stepping over the bleeding man. "I've just begun, so don't pass out now." He asked sweetly, as he tugged off the noose from Waylan's neck.
But Waylan felt ready to black out, from bolting pain flaring in his face. Blood was oozing out his nostrils. He closed his eyes tight to try and find strength back into his mind.
Until a hard kick to his face disrupted his meditation.
"I said don't pass out!" Eddie hollered, before kicking at Waylan's side to force the man over to his back. "Why're you just laying there, darling? We've yet to see the magnificence of the glass shards and whipping! Come now, honey, stop being so boring!" Eddie grabbed a fistful of Waylan's hair and retched his lover's head back, earning a grunt from Waylan. "Oh, look at how lazy you've become! Laying there, like a dog! Shameful Wife." Eddie scolded, before pulling Waylan by the hair, hard enough to bring the man up to a standing-hunched position. The Groom dragged his Bride into a secondary room, connected to the plastic room, to find his toys.
Waylan was out of it. He was too dazed and confused to even see correctly. All he knew was that he was bleeding, and the Groom was about ready to tear him apart.
"Stop it! Eddie!" Waylan spat out blood through his cries, hands clasped around Eddie's wrist. "Let me go!"
But Eddie didn't. No, he wouldn't. Not yet.
Once they were in the second room, Eddie tugged Waylan up to stand, and used both his hands to shove him into the wall. Waylan hit the wall - forehead first when he fell over - and nearly went out cold. But Eddie was right there again, at his side, with something heavy in his hand. It looked as if it were a... Hammer? Waylan couldn't react fast enough, as Eddie turned him over to his back. A gloved-hand grasped his own, bringing it closer to him.
Waylan gasped out when Eddie started to bend his ring-finger back with a bend of his thumb.
"No-! Stop it-!" Waylan screamed, fighting to tug back his hand from his Groom, but Eddie was not unclenching his vice. The bending proceeded, only now, Eddie was using the wrap of his other hand to bring Waylan to his mercy. Waylan felt it - the hamstrings outstretched and unable to contain the pressure, as the first strings began to snap like a row of wires holding up a heavy object. When his skin broke, Waylan bellowed, shaking uncontrollably, his heart rapidly beating as he felt his bone was next in line to begin the bending. He cried harder, clutching his weakling hand over Eddie's wrist.
But the bone wasn't breaking as swiftly as Eddie thought it would. So, that's where the hammer came in. Slamming his lover's hand straight down to the floor, making Waylan wince, Eddie put one knee upon the back of Waylan's hand, and brought the hammer-head over the injured digit.
"No! No, no, no!" Waylan panicked, frantically tugging at his arm to try and fight out of the hold. Miraculously, before Eddie hammered in his finger, Waylan managed to use his freehand to backhand Eddie in the face, releasing the pressure from his hand, and tried bolting. But of course, Eddie grappled for Waylan's ankle, and made the Bride fall forward. Waylan's forehead connected to a wall nearing the doorway to the plastic room, slamming into it with a powerful thud. That would leave a lovely bruise to remember in the morning.
"You...!" Eddie snarled, pulling Waylan in again to sit him up, and gave another smack into the young man's face. "So. Fucking. Rude." Eddie shouted, slamming the hammer down onto a nearby desk-surface. "I'm going to fucking put you in your place, and you'll fucking like it! ... WHORE!"
Waylan couldn't pay attention. He was crying like an infant, Holding his hands to his chest, not wanting them to be touched again. "Please, it hurts!" Waylan begged. "Please, stop it! I-I want to have them!"
"WHY?! Because you've found this other person more important than me?!" The Groom roared, pointing an accusing finger at Waylan. "Oh, I fucking knew it...!"
"N-No, not that!" Waylan tried, his lungs ready to burst. "God, please, don't say that!"
"Oh? Defending yourself now, are you?" Eddie seethed, approaching his darling fast with feet striding towards the pathetic man. "I'll show you defense, you little bitch!" He thrusted his hand out at Waylan's neck, and squeezed hard at his exposed throat. "You WILL let me break those fingers... Or, else, I'll just break the person you've been committed to!" He threatened so lowly, bringing tears to Waylan's eyes. He was about to insult him for crying, but then, felt an unsettling pang at his crusted heart to not hit bellow the belt. This is Waylan he loved. Really, really loved. Of course he wanted to break him - out of love. He was doing this because he wanted his Bride to understand. Was that a crime?
Waylan tried to brace for the torment of being strangled, but instead, he felt the vice soften, as Eddie's fingertips stroked down to his bare shoulder. Waylan shivered, due to Eddie's unnatural feathery-touch.
"Oh, darling... have you forgotten that I loved you, too?" The sadistic Groom asked of Waylan. "I know you love this other person, but... what of me? Have I not been enough to also fill that heart of yours as well?" He brushed his fingertips over Waylan's lower-jaw now, bringing his face up to look at his. "Please, just... understand me. I would loved you just as much... if I could break those fingers - I know it'll hurt, but, trust in my words, darling. I'm sorry I wasn't cautious earlier. I was just so eager to break that commitment and make you mine. I love you."
And, quite sickly honest, Eddie was telling the truth. Through his own demented mind speaking seven tongues, he wanted this precious moment on breaking the spiritual and marital bond of Waylan's promise to this other person. Whoever it was, Eddie wanted to send out the most vivid message he could think of possible. This is mine. This will always be mine. Your commitment? A thing of the past.
"I love you, too much, darling."
Waylan sniffled and hitched in his breathing, fighting with himself mentally. God, he knew these were words of a madman to draw him in and send him straight to Hell's fury. But on the other hand, within that Morphogenic state of mind, Waylan heard the utmost promise in Eddie's words that told him to trust this lunatic. Waylan's sane angel told him to break free fast before he would bleed, but then, there was that love-sick devil that screamed at Waylan to accept and forgive. He looked on at Eddie's blue, icy eyes, trying to search for the answer in them.
Until he smiled savagely, and nodded his head. "I love you, too, Eddie." He said uncharacteristically, bringing his hands from his chest.
Eddie's eyes flashed with a skip of a heartbeat making him smile wide. He grabbed Waylan's wrist quick and slammed it back down to the floor. He had the hammer, and this time, out of his back-pocket, he brought out an unpierced piece of tool called a sling-blade. Waylan's stomach dropped hard, his guts churned. Fuck. Waylan braced again when the sharpened blade touched his broken skin, and the hammer was readied to plow.
And just before Eddie reached to the count of three, he surprised Waylan with a slam of the hammer connecting to the top of the blade. The plow was powerful enough to help the blade slice through the digit's bone, and out of the other half of the thick muscle and flesh. Waylan felt the wind knocked right out of him when the back of his palm exploded with fiery pain, and blood splattering and spitting out of his severed stump. Oh God, he screamed bloody murder, tears spilling, face growing pale, and his Groom was smiling away.
Once Eddie threw the sliced digit across the room, he reached out for Waylan's other hand, taking by force when Waylan flinched and tried taking it back. He did the same process - hammer and slice - but this time, the blade's edge didn't go through the underside of Waylan's finger skin. Waylan was once again calling out Eddie's name and pleading to stop it, as his blood was spilling out too fast from his other stump.
"Please, Eddie, it-it didn't w-work. Just... s-s-stop it...!" Waylan asked wearily, breathing fast when Eddie brought his darling's finger up to examine it. And then, a new idea clicked in Eddie's surreal mind. He brought the hanging digit close to his face, and took a large bite at the skin that was left to hold on. Waylan felt the world go white, as he screamed so hard his ears were ringing. He tried jerking his hand from Eddie's face, but the Groom's chomp was tight at his skin. The Bride nearly choked on his own sobs when the Groom's teeth sliced through the hanging skin, and finally, his digit was cut off, now in-between Eddie's large teeth.
And from that, just seeing this, Waylan turned his head fast, away from Eddie, and threw up. He didn't know exactly what he purged, but it was greenish-yellow gunk. Eddie became fumed, thinking his Bride found him disgusting. He threw the finger aside as well, and attacked Waylan.
"Vile slut!" Another smack across the face. "How dare you?! How do I plan to kiss you with that grotesque mouth of yours?!"
"... D-Don't?" Waylan weakly answered.
But it just gave Eddie another idea, from the way the corner of his lips twitched to a smirk. He eyed Waylan with a half-lidded stare, exhaling happily. "A clean mouth is a happy mouth, and I've something nice for yours." Eddie's hand outstretched to the top of a desk they sat next to on the floor, and pulled out a liter-bottle of bleach. Waylan nearly shit himself. "Open that willing mouth of yours, darling."
"N-No! Wait! It'll burn!" Waylan tried turning his face away, but Eddie held his jaw in place with a tight grip of his hand.
But just as the opened bottle was nearing Waylan's lips, it made a quick halt. Eddie had second thoughts. "Hmm... I suppose you're right, my dear. I mean, I would just despise myself for ever harming those lips." Eddie brushed a thumb over Waylan's trembling lips. "I should yield from harming your face. It's just too beautiful to mark up. Oh, dear," Eddie leaned in and gave a careful kiss to Waylan's bruised forehead. "My poor little pet. Such a child, in my arms." He cooed, trailing his lips down to place kisses at Waylan's closed, teary eye-lids.
Almost for a moment, Waylan felt like Eddie was a lover. The way he gave comforting words and kisses to appease his pain. He had even felt him wrap thick, ragged cloths over his bleeding hands, to stop the profuse gushing midway. But still, looking back into those bloodshot eyes, Waylan had to remember, as much as he would have loved to of forgotten... Eddie was going to hurt him.
"I just won't kiss you, then." He smiled. "Let's go back to one more thing, though," Eddie stood up from kneeling, and went to busy his hands at his belt-buckle, unhooking it from his waist, as he slid the black leather from the belt loops. Now, he held it in his hand, like a whip. "Get back into the other room, sweetheart."
Waylan was too scared to move, but too scared not to obey. The fucking psycho was going to whip him, goddammit! Any move Waylan premeditated to do would surely earn him a belting. Instead, he just sat there on the floor and stared up fearfully at his torturer.
And Eddie grew impatient. "Fucking move, NOW!"
Shocked by the raise of Eddie's voice, Waylan scrambled to get up fast on his feet, and move towards the room. But, he only took four steps, before being slashed at the upper-back with the belt. Fuck! Waylan let out a startled shout, falling over to his knees. It felt like his skin was splitting open.
"Did I say you could walk?" Eddie barked at his darling, standing over him. "You walk again, and I'll break both of your legs. Crawl, bitch."
Once back in the plastic room, Waylan had to sit on the floor and look back up at his Groom, with eyes lost of hope. Eddie looked back to his Bride, and smiled down at him, eyebrows rose with another splendid idea. Waylan saw the belt raise, and just as he predicted, another whip struck at his chest, follow by another at his left-shoulder, and another, and another. Every slash felt like a cut, and Waylan had to embrace it, that it's more than okay! He needed to say this to himself, or else the abuse would just worsen...
"Get up." Eddie ordered, ceasing the whippings. But sitting there, decorated in red whip-lines at his chest and shoulders, Waylan felt all his energy sucked out of him. "I. Said," Eddie slammed his hand over Waylan's head, grabbing at his hair, and tugged him upright to stand, "GET. UP." Eddie then threw Waylan backwards, onto the flat operating bed. "Oh, darling. How silly of you to not hear me the first time. You shouldn't daydream so often like that." He tightened the belt to make it snap aloud, startling Waylan to flinch and gasp in terror. He laugh at his fidgety Bride.
Waylan couldn't breathe. It was all just too much to handle on his own. He wanted to run, but where?
"Who is this other person?" Eddie suddenly asked. Waylan froze. "The one you committed yourself to. Who is it?"
"Wh... What?" Waylan panted, unfocused eyes looked at Eddie's.
God... did he know about Lisa?
"It's a woman, isn't it, darling?" Eddie's pearly-whites gritted. "Some other bitch to whore yourself to, right?!" He stepped closer to Waylan, nearing the bed dangerously every time and word. "I bet you've fucked her numerous times. Touched her, too, with those sinful hands. And... kissed her, too?" He climbed onto the bed, between Waylan's legs he forced open. "Yes, perhaps another woman to hurt and brainwash you... like the rest of them do... but I wonder," the Groom hovered over his sweetheart, hands on both Waylan's sides, "how she could ever make you feel... Good... Amazing... Desirable?" Eddie snorted a small smile, before swooping down to dot kisses on Waylan's reddened chest.
Waylan sucked in air, both in pain and... anticipation? He clenched his teeth and mentally swore at his body for betraying him, giving in some to Eddie's licks and touches. "Why're you doing this?" Waylan dared to ask, or speak up at all.
Eddie didn't respond, yet, as his lips brushed over a deepened cut along Waylan's shoulder. And sure enough, he bit down hard at it. Waylan screamed and writhed, both his hands gripping at Eddie's shoulders, letting out helpless whines. Eddie held his teeth there long enough for more blood to ooze and gush out. He moved his hand up to the blood and coated his fingers in it. Thick and moist, and Eddie gladly licked his lips.
He then moved those fingers down to Waylan's arse, and gave no warning when he shoved his bloodied digits into him. Waylan screeched, legs trying to kick, but Eddie kept them down, straddling his hips, and proceeded to prod him with his fingers.
Eddie immediately forced his fingers down, and darted right at a sensitive spot inside of Waylan. The press of his fingertips at that spot caused Waylan to stop fidgeting, and freeze up. What the fuck was that? Waylan felt a short-wave of something at first, unsure, until Eddie started petting and touching at the bundle of nerves again. Waylan's heartbeats felt dull, as his body practically had a mind of its own to writhe and rock against Eddie's fingers for more.
"... 'Cause you're my fella. My guy. Mine." Eddie emphasized the last word loudly, as he loomed over his Bride's upper-body to watch his face lax and twist in confused pleasure. He could just feel himself becoming harder every moment, pressing their crotches together. "I would always steal you from any whore that would take you from me." His other hand petted over Waylan's cheek. "You understand that, don't you darling?" Another brush at that spot, and Waylan moaned out and closed both his eyes, his tensed body melting into the bed. "Mm, you're ready."
Ready? Waylan felt Eddie's fingers withdraw, moving off of his legs to start undoing his pants. Waylan swallowed back acid - he knew damn well that he was in no position to give himself like that. Battered, bleeding and broke. But, fuck, if he wasn't horny as Hell...
"Hold still, darling," Eddie nestled himself closer between Waylan's legs, with his own cock out and hard as a rock. Waylan felt the head touch at his stretched hole, waiting a moment for Waylan to realize what was about to happen.
But Eddie pushed into him anyways.
"H-Hurts!" Waylan cried out, his hands clawing at the sheets underneath his frail body, face churned in pain.
Immediately, Eddie held himself in place, not moving when he heard Waylan screech. He laid still over him, letting his Bride try to adjust to the feeling of a dick lodged up his arse. "Relax, darling," Eddie tried speaking through his lust-filled tone, eyes closed and keeping himself tamed.
Waylan didn't like this new feeling, but Eddie spoke of promise that it wouldn't hurt any longer. He should have shook his head, tell Eddie to stop this, or fight back for himself. But, after a moment, Waylan nodded with a grunt, giving Eddie the okay to continue.
Moving slowly, Eddie tried his best not to break Waylan. Once he moved out in a slow pace, he pushed back in fast, drilling straight at Waylan's prostate. Waylan gasped out in a blend of pain and pleasure, eyes open at Eddie. The Groom smiled to this and began to really fuck him now, holding up his Bride's legs and thrust at that spot that he knew would make Waylan cry out for it. For more of him.
And Waylan was at his mercy now, trapped between the bed and his Groom's built-body, and wasn't in any mood to fight back. Right now, he wanted this beast to blind him with the pleasure he has never felt before. God, how wrong it felt, but how righteous at the same time. He knew he could always kill himself later for it.
The two were unable to keep quiet for so long. Who cared if some variant walked in and saw the two men going at it like wild animals? Waylan wasn't as particularly quiet as Eddie predicted him to be, which just made him want more of him, kissing and stealing every sweet scream and cry of pleasure for more and more. Eddie was literally plowing into Waylan, with the bed groaning loudly in protest, and the legs of the bed squeaking as much as Waylan was. Bites and licks and kisses decorated at the side of Waylan's neck, sucking at his tender skin behind his ear.
"Mm, God, you feel so good...!" Eddie panted into his sweetheart's ear. "You're so tight and ready for me..."
"Sh-Shu-!" Waylan tried telling Eddie to be quiet, from how his kinky words were firing him up to being embarrassed and riled up at the same time. He wrapped his arms around his Groom's shoulders and clawed deep at his back, likely breaking through the tough fabric of his waistcoat. It felt so aggressive, so damn hot, and just too damn perfect. Waylan couldn't picture Lisa's face at that moment any longer. Now, he wanted to see Eddie's face, in its most vulnerable state as it was.
And he kissed his Groom many times over, with so much as to taste blood, sweetened guilt and death. And pure shame.
Eddie made a grunt, follow by a loud snarl, before gripping his Bride's hips and began plowing Waylan hard, hitting at his prostate mercilessly as the bed rocked and slammed against the wall. Waylan's arms around his shoulders and holding on tight while moaning and mewling loud enough to fill out the entire room, and Eddie was not going to hold back, not this time.
"I love you, darling..." Eddie rubbed his face against Waylan's neck, earning a loud moan from his darling.
And Waylan felt Eddie's hand unlatch from his hip, to find his Bride's hand from his back. The two locked hands, fingers tangled. Waylan took a gulp, eyebrows furrowed. "... Fucking love you...!" Waylan said, before his mouth was mauled by more of Eddie's opened kisses. And his heart fluttered, straight into his throat, because out of everything that he went through...
He meant it.
But just when Waylan was settled with laying on his back, they switched positions. Rolling over fast, Waylan was now sitting square in his Groom's lap, as Eddie sat up, large hands over Waylan's hips, legs spread wide to give his Bride more space as he felt Waylan exhale abruptly and grabbing at Eddie's broad shoulders to support him up as he started rocking his hips on Eddie's, breathing hard when Waylan clawed right at the back of his neck, leaving long, red lines at his flushed skin. And he loved it. "Darling-!" Before Eddie tried to kiss Waylan, he was suddenly shoved at his chest to forcibly lay back on the bed.
Waylan felt the Groom's dick move inches deeper when they switched positions, and he wanted all of it. He used both his bent legs to make himself bounce in the Groom's lap, and roll and ride him as much as he could, to feel the bulge of Eddie's length press harder at his prostate. Sweat coated his cold body, hands not seriously able to grip, due to the minus of digits, but he didn't care. He threw his head back and cried out to the ceiling, letting out vulgar sounds of distressed moans and gasps he's never hollered out before, to anyone else. He was such a private person. Eddie licked his lips, feeling oh-so special to hear his secretive darling crying out for him, grinning wickedly when he felt those hands run up his chest and cling for dear life at his waistcoat.
"Do that... again!" Eddie struggled out, feet barely touching the floor when Waylan made a sensual roll of his hips. Waylan knew what he was talking about, and started dipping and riding Eddie's slicked cock like an expert lap-dancer. God, Waylan's hips were so damn flexible, as he overwhelmed Eddie enough to make the Groom roll his hips on time with his. "Darling... Darling...!" Both moaned loudly, Waylan close to his climax...
Their positions changed again - this time, Waylan was pushed down onto his stomach on the bed, with Eddie fucking him from behind. Waylan gasped out when he felt Eddie bite hard at the back of his neck, thrusting back into him with every sharp, punishing jab right at that spot. Waylan buried his face in the sheets, his own dick rubbing at the mattress deliciously. He's never been fucked like this before, and he wasn't wanting to stop. Eddie must have dreamt of fucking Waylan like this for hours, and wanted it, badly.
From the way Eddie was practically making Waylan and himself writhe, and from the way Eddie was drilling him straight into the mattress, Waylan knew this was it.
Waylan rubbed his face at the sheets, crying out madly when it became wet, more fluid for Eddie to move in and out of him. He never wanted it to end. If this was what insanity was like - to repeat over, and over, and over again - then he didn't mind one bit of letting go. Eddie continued sucking at Waylan's shoulder, leaving multiple hickies adorning him, follow by deep teeth-marks.
"Eddie..." Waylan gasped out, feeling that familiar churn in his belly warn him of his climax. "E-Ed, I'm gonna-"
"Yes... Yes, me too," the Groom licked his lips, continuing to thrust into his Bride's heat.
But Waylan shook his head, shoving Eddie out of him with a forceful hand. He quickly turned over and brought Eddie back to him with a pull at his waistcoat. He wanted to see Eddie's face when he keened. Eddie, panting hard, eyes wild and full of lust, understood, and eagerly thrusted back into him with a squelch, hips nestled together warmly. Waylan continued wailing and moaning out, head back and arms around Eddie's shoulders as his Groom kissed and swallowed at his shouts for more, more, more.
"Say it... Say my name...!" He moved his other hand down to Waylan's neglected groin, rubbing his thumb over the precum-head before stroking at it, and tugging at it fast.
"Edd-" Waylan pressed his nose and eyes against Eddie's shoulder, his body going rigid to the unbearable pleasure that was ready to burst. "E-Ed-!" He clutched his fist tightly at his Groom's back, and screamed, throwing his head back, "EDDIE!" and came hard into his hand.
At the same time of Eddie's orgasm, the Groom gripped Waylan's hand tightly and hollered out. "Oh-Oohhh, fuck! Waylan...! Darling...!"
And finally, the bed collapsed under them with a loud crash.