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(MM, nc, v, ax-play, bd) *** Neil lay still on the bed, thinking about what had brought him here. He owed a friend money, a lot of money. He shouldn't have come here tonight, but he hadn’t had much of a choice. He needed his fix so badly. His friend had promised that, if Neil did this one small thing for him, the slate would be wiped clean. He had been given a drink with some drugs mixed up in it, and then led upstairs, where he’d been ordered to strip naked. His friend had pumped his limp cock to full, painful erection, then forced a cock ring over the tight flesh. Neil was a slim young man, strikingly beautiful, and larger than average, so, although he wasn’t ashamed of his body, this last treatment was both painful and embarrassing. Doing as he was told, he lay on his back on the bed. He hadn’t fought back as he was bound up, or even blindfolded and gagged, but then he’d been left alone for a long time. He was beginning to lose all feeling in his hands and feet by the time the door slowly opened and closed again. He could have sworn he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock and tensed up. He didn’t move as warm hands – a man’s hands - stroked over his body, fondling his cock and rubbing his balls, but as what felt like the blade of a knife trailed over his chest, he began to panic. Helpless, Neil tugged at his restraints. The cold blade trailed slowly down his stomach and was pushed up under the base of his cock. He froze, his back straight, and sank his teeth into the cloth that silenced him, tensing every muscle in expectation of the searing pain. Only when the knife was drawn back did he force himself to take a deep breath. His tormentor laughed, seeing him tremble, terrified and completely at his mercy. The tip of the knife slid up underneath Neil’s foreskin. Neil shuddered and tried to pull away, but the stranger grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing his balls until Neil lay still. Neil chewed at the gag, desperately trying to block out the pain. In a second, it was over. Warm blood spattered across Neil’s naked belly and he felt a sudden, sharp pain along the tip of his cock. The stranger had split the hood of his foreskin. Despite the pain, Neil’s cock was still standing upright, swollen from the ring cutting off his circulation and the drugs he’d been given. The stranger ripped the blindfold from Neil’s head and pulled the gag out of his mouth. Neil coughed, saliva trickling down his cheeks. In the low light, he could see a lot of blood pooling on his stomach. His cock still throbbed with pain. The lamp was behind the stranger, leaving just a shape kneeling over Neil’s bound legs. ‘Please,’ Neil whimpered. He’d lost any vestiges of self-respect the moment he’d agreed to this. Now he was just hoping to get out of it alive. The knife glittered in the light as the stranger raised it to Neil’s throat. Neil tilted his head back, squeezing his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see any more. If the last thing he was going to see was this stranger brutally using and killing him, he’d rather not open his eyes ever again. But the stranger had other ideas. He forcefully pulled Neil’s eyelids apart, then leant forwards to whisper in his ear, ‘I want you awake, do you understand?’ Neil nodded quickly, then stopped as the knife sank into the skin of his throat. He bit his lip to stop the sobs that he felt trying to rip out of his chest. The stranger moved down and pressed the knife up under Neil’s balls. Neil watched as the older man lowered his head and gently took Neil’s bloody cock into his mouth. He sucked the blood off the head, then started bobbing back and forwards, running his tongue over the sensitive underside. The sensation was too much; Neil groaned, despite the pain of the other man’s tongue flickering over his still bleeding wound. He very slowly started bucking his hips up to meet the downward motion of the stranger’s mouth, but an increased, sharp pressure under his balls warned him to stop. Only a few minutes later, Neil felt the pressure build and wind itself up inside his gut. He was panting now, eyes still fixed on the stranger as if mesmerised. Suddenly, it happened. He bucked up, releasing jet after jet of semen into the stranger’s mouth. The stranger didn’t even pull back, just waited until Neil had emptied his balls. Groaning, Neil sagged back onto the bed and half-closed his eyes. He sensed the stranger moving up over his body, then lips pressed to his. He opened his mouth automatically. His own warm, thick, slimy semen, tainted with blood, flooded his mouth, and he had to swallow or choke. The stranger withdrew, smiling, watching Neil gulp it down, trying to suppress the urge to be sick. The stranger got off him and Neil felt the bonds around his ankles slowly begin to loosen. He forced himself to remain still, though the blood flowing back into his abused flesh was painful. The stranger grabbed Neil’s ankles and lifted him up, over his shoulders, then dropped his head. Neil shivered as he felt the other man’s hot tongue flick over his spent balls, then lower, forcing itself a little way into him. Then the stranger sat up. Neil had relaxed under his tender ministrations, but when the older man suddenly thrust his hips forwards, his back arched and a scream of agony escaped him. ‘Ah... No, please...’ he gasped, trying to pull away. The older man just smiled. Neil’s muscles had instinctively tightened around the head of the stranger’s cock, just increasing the pain of the penetration as the stranger shoved harder. Neil shuddered, feeling blood beginning to trickle down his skin and onto the bed-sheet. He felt like he was being torn to shreds. The stranger smiled savagely and pressed his hand over Neil’s mouth. Neil gritted his teeth to stop his screams. He wasn’t going to get out of this, not now. The stranger slowly removed his hand, then pulled out. Neil sighed in relief, but it was short-lived. The older man had a leather thong in his hands and, as he bent over Neil, he looked lovingly into his eyes. Neil swallowed hard. The stranger passed the strap around Neil’s neck and tugged it tight, knotting it firmly so that, however hard he struggled, Neil wouldn't be able to free himself. The other man moved outside of Neil’s field of vision for a second, then returned, rubbing his still erect cock. He knelt either side of Neil’s chest, then lowered himself so that the head was pressed to Neil’s lips. Neil reluctantly opened his mouth. Blood and pre- cum trickled between his lips and the hot, hard tip was pushed slowly but firmly into his mouth. Trying desperately not to gag, he tried to hold his breath as more and more was forced down his throat. He couldn't afford to bring his teeth down, not if he valued his life. Fortunately, the stranger didn’t stay like that for long; he gave a few long, hard thrusts into Neil’s throat, then pulled out. Neil gasped for air, but, before he could draw much into his starved lungs, the stranger yanked on the thong around his neck, dragging it tight. Neil coughed and choked, struggling against his bonds, but by now he was far too weak and beaten to fight much. The stranger left his side as Neil managed to draw in just enough air, and, as his vision returned, Neil saw him rubbing his cock with what looked like Vaseline. Neil groaned and tried to turn his head away, but his throat was burning and the makeshift noose didn’t allow him much movement. The older man came back to kneel between Neil’s spread legs and once more lifted his knees over his shoulders. Taking his hard cock in one hand, he pushed forwards again. Neil tried to force himself to relax as the head pressed against his bleeding flesh, but, as soon as it began to slide into him, it re-opened his wounds, sending agony spearing up into his gut. He bucked and moaned, but the older man grabbed his thighs, holding him still as he forced his entire length into Neil’s bowels. Neil sagged back on the bed, all the fight gone out of him, panting, feeling the heat from the other man’s cock slowly spread to fill him. He half-closed his eyes as the stranger slowly started to pump into him. Every thrust deepened the humiliation and agony that filled his mind. The stranger lowered himself over Neil’s belly and started thrusting harder, faster. His lips closed over Neil’s nipple and he bit down, hard. Neil yelped, but suddenly the other man had pulled the noose even tighter, cutting into his flesh and crushing his windpipe. The stranger went for what seemed like a lifetime, slowing his thrusts every time he felt himself get close to coming, dragging harder on the noose every time Neil’s moans became too loud. Soon, Neil was sobbing silently. His abuser’s teeth were sunk deep into the skin of his shoulder and he could feel his hot blood trickling out. The noose was so tight around his throat that he could barely breathe. He was just trying to draw air. He could have screamed if he’d had the strength, but he was too terrified of what would happen to him. This man was keeping him alive, but barely. If he was going to die, it would happen so that his death throes accompanied this stranger’s orgasm. He knew this; he was no longer in control of anything. Neil’s lungs were burning and the pressure in his chest was unbearable. With each passing second, he was sure that this was it, that he couldn't feel any more pain, that he was about to die, but he still struggled for air. His mind seemed to explode in a haze of agony, speckled with black, bursting behind his eyes. As he began to black out, he felt the other man’s movements becoming more frenzied. He felt the cock swell inside him, and, to his embarrassment, his convulsions seemed to spur the stranger’s orgasm as Neil began to lose consciousness. Neil’s eyes slipped closed at last, just as the older man let out his final few grunts. Suddenly, the noose was pulled from around his neck, bringing him back around as he dragged in air. Coughing, he tried to sit up, but a swift backhanded slap across the face knocked him back down. The stranger was standing over him, watching him writhe and pant on the bloody, sweat-soaked sheets. After a few minutes, Neil’s mind unclouded and he recalled, with a sobering clarity, what had happened to him. He looked pleadingly up at the stranger, begging to be set free, but the other man only smiled and rubbed Neil’s still erect cock. Looking down, Neil saw a puddle of semen and drying blood smeared over his stomach. He must have come as he lost consciousness. Ashamed, he couldn't look up to meet the other man’s eyes. The stranger scooped up a handful of the mess and pushed his fingers into Neil’s mouth, forcing him to swallow again. Neil did so, miserably lapping every last trace from the man’s fingers. When the stranger had gone, Neil’s friend walked into the room and smiled at the young man lying bound and beaten on the bed. Finally, the ropes that bound Neil’s hands were untied and he was allowed to sit up, rubbing his wrists and hands to try and restore some feeling. His cock hurt, but at least it was beginning to shrink now. He pulled off the cock ring and massaged his aching balls, feeling the wetness leaking from his bloody hole. It took Neil several attempts to speak, and, when he did manage it, his voice was hoarse. ‘Is that it?’ ‘Done and paid for. Here you go.’ He dropped a packet on the bed beside Neil. ‘Remember, next time, you can either pay your debts or do this for a night. It’s your choice.’ END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41