His arousal had been further exasperated by his sudden rage; he'd grabbed ther boy's shoulders, smashing his face into his. The fit was awkward; Lizard's deformed lip ended up convering the whole top half of the boy's, his teeth pushing against his lips instead. This changed, however, as Lizard snaked his tongue between the human's lips, battling against his own fleeting lingusitic muscle.

He was going to fuck this kid six ways from Sunday. Gender hardly meant much, though the mutant had a predilection for the female kind, his horny state would take whatever was thrown at him.

He grunted, realizing that the boy had bit down on his tongue; he punched him hard in the gut in response, grabbing his button and tearing it open, breaking the zipper in the process. Conner now felt arousal burn through hiim; his throat felt as if it tightened.

This was why he'd been forced to leave his girlfriend. This attraction to, this love of hurt. This is what had gotten him into trouble to begin with. The mutant spit tiny droplets of blood from his mildly injured tongue, flecking Conner in the face. The boy immediatly winced forcing himself not to gag- with the blood came a blast of rancid breath consisting of the stench of rot, decay. His hand was already on the boy, squeezing his erect organ mercilessly hard. The human winced, whining a little.

"Wha's 'is?" He taunted, sniggering. "Never thought I'd get ma hands on such a slut."

He wailed now, bucking his hips inadvertantly in the mutant's hand. He could feel what seemed to him to resemble a fire, searing through his insides, pain and pleasure clashing together in a vexing mixture. He pressed his hands against his torturer's shoulders, pushing to no avail. Arousal had weakened him, his limbs felt like splinters.

His pants were cruelly tugged down to his knees, pooling around the pale joints, resembling the boy's own shame. He was then flipped onto his hands and knees, like a bitch in heat. He could hear, vividly, the creature unbuckling his pants, pulling out his own erection.

"Stop," Conner's voice was shrill and sounded as if it belonged to someone else. "Just...just stop!"

Too late. not that the boy's words would have mattered before anyway. Nothing could stop Lizard. He smashed into the other boy without any warning. The pain filled Conner, drove him even closer to climax. The disfigued being began humping him almost immediatly, his thick organ slamming in and out, groaning and grunting as he fucked him with vigor. He could hear the slapping sound produced as their flesh collided together, feel every thrust as he jerked inside him.

Five more minutes and Lizard let out a high pitched snarl, followed by an explative, as he emptied himself inside the other boy. He pulled out sloppily, tucking his spent cock back in his pants. He then noticed the puddle of white fluid on the sand beneath the boy's hovering belly. He felt suddenly miffed. He wasn't supposed to actually enjoy the things that Lizard planned to do to him.

He glared at the boy, glared at him hard.

"What," Conner swallowed. "What are you gonna do to me now?"

The smirk that dawned over the mutant's face was unearthly horrifying.

"Same thing I just did. Day after day if I want. Hour after hour. Minute after minute. Anythin' and anytime that I want, buddy ro. Yer here to stay."

The mutant had been gone for a long time. He'd left the boy by himself, chained and alone. He'd fallen asleep shortly afterward, spent and exhausted by the previous events of the day. He'd awoken an a heavy daze to find that none of what had happened was a dream, as he'd hoped. His eyes fell on the cloth covering the entrance- the light had completely gone. It must have fallen into night while he slept. He tried sitting up, annoyed and upset when he found that his limbs felt as if they were detatched.

He groaned. This was some mess he'd gotten himself into. He'd been in awful trouble before, horrible situations. But everything paled when lined up in the shadow of this incident. Every inch of him hurt but the worst part, to him, was being unable to tell what it was from: being bashed in the head, hog tied or fucked by a mutant.

He eyeballed the cover of the entrance for what felt like hours, lost in thought. When was that thing coming back? How was he going to get away from here? How long would it take? Why him?

As if by some form of bad luck, a hand, covered by a ratty and fingerless glove, parted the cover and a familiar ugly face peered inside. "Hello 'gain, boy."

He whined, dismay stirring in his stomach once more. "Oh God..."

The mutant ignored the boy's reaction, sliding inside. "Ya know, I noticed somethin' that struck me a bit strange," He explained, cupping his loosely slung chin in his gloved hand. "Your lil' friend down there got kinda 'cited after ah gave it a few good, hard squeezes and d'livered ta you a nice punch in the tummy."

The mutant paused, staring at him, as if expecting Conner to explain himself. Befuddled, Conner quickly added, "Yeah?"

"Well, see, tha' makes you kinda a bit of a weird slut," Lizard elaborated in his gravelly voice. "'Cause you wanted it an' all. So tha's yer name now. Slut."

Conner growled, gritting his teeth. "Conner," he spat. "My name is Conner, you fucking ugly hick."

Rather than getting angry, the mutant laughed obnoxiously. "Ma name's Lizard. Nice to meet ya, slave." He offered his hand. Conner snapped at it, his teeth missing the dirty skin only by a split second. Lizard laughed, again, at this action. "Feisty!" he snorted, amused to a great extent.

"When does this end?" Conner asked now, worry mixing with his anger. "When do you let me go or kill me or whatever it is that you're planning?"

Lizard tapped his finger against his chin, pretending to think. "Never." He responded finally.

He'd been alone a lot longer this time. He preoccupied himself with trying to unroot the stakes that held the chains against the dirt, thus containing him, but his attempts were in vain; Lizard must have jammed them down as far and as hard as he possibly could. Though he didn't look all that strong- maybe it was the other fellow, Pluto.

Oh, who the hell cared. Not like who put it there mattered that much now that they trapped him. Conner had, this time, watched the light against the cover disapear and reappear three times before Lizard came back.

And he'd brought food.

It was a dirty, cracked bowl and Conner was too weak to lift himself up to get a good glance at what it contained- but he could smell it. It smelled raw and bland, somber like the air that a heavy rain leaves behind. But his stomach growled and ached for whatever it was.

"Supper's ready," Lizard squatted in front of him. "Couldn't sneak back much but it'll do."

The boy couldn't have crawled toward him faster. He nearly knocked the bowl over in his attempt to get to its contents. He grabbed, without bothering to look, something slimy and slender.

It was meat, uncooked, its edges jagged and haphazardly cut from whatever had owned it previously.

Fuck it, Conner thought, cramming it in his mouth. It had hardly any taste and felt as if it almost melted in his mouth, though it was thick and hard to chew in some places. He hadn't realized it but drool trickled and fell off his chin as he voraciously filled his mouth and smacked his teeth against his meal.

He had been starving, it seemed.

"Ya really seem to have a thing for yer own kind, don'cha?" Lizard chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, boy, we like 'em too."

Oh, of fucking course. Of course, Conners mind screamed at him, vilified him. He eats people too, why the hell didn't I see that one a mile away.

He was eating someone. He was eating a person that had a mother, a father. Someone that may have had kids, that had thoughts and opinions, dreams and desires. And he was eating them.

Regardless of every fiber in his makeup telling him to stop, he was unable. He was too hungry to care. He devoured every last bit of what had remained in the bowl, gone far enough to lick it clean of the pink-ish juice left in a tiny puddle in the bottom ring of it. He hoped that he wouldn't throw it up later- then, in the same instance, he severly wished he would.

Lizard jerked the bowl from him, standing up and kicking at the boy's fingers with his heavy boot. "Gotta keep you 'live. Gotta live so I can get wha' I want." a grotesque chuckle. "And I'll be gettin' more of you soon enough."

Just like that, Conner was left alone again, left to dread the mutant's return.