Chapter 19.
Stefan:
I throw him harshly on the bed, looking at him, listening to his pitiful
whimpering. He’s crying, been crying this whole time and I find it both
irritating and fascinating at the same time; seeing the tears running down on
his smooth skin, making his eyes glimmer, and deepening their blue colour.
I got a call from Damian’s phone and I know they were together today with Alex…
So Alex knows who took his toy. I sit down on a stool close to the bed, holding
the gun, watching him.
I called my friend; I wouldn’t have thought that the police would react so fast,
they’ve already been at my house and mother…She’s talked with them… The police
already looking for Jonas, my friend thinks it’s only a matter of time until
they come looking for me.
Too bad for Jonas, I don’t have much to lose, not anymore.
I come closer to the bed where my new toy lays, with morbid fascination I reach
out to touch his face, stroking the perfect satin skin with my index finger,
going to his lips; parted and trembling, tracing the outline, I feel the gun in
my hand almost like it’s grown on me, power brought to existence and before me
lies a helpless victim. His eyes betray the fear so easily; he looks like a
cornered animal, begging for mercy.
I sit down next to him, my fingers trailing softly on his neck where I can feel
his pulse; so rapid…
Something about him…something to draw me in… making me feel thirsty and wanting,
and the fear, it’s oozing out of him, making me almost sure that I could taste
it on him, I decide to do just that; lean on top of him, trapping him beneath
me, kissing him. I can taste the saltiness of his tears, hear his discomfort,
and again I sit up.
“Shh…” I whisper, smoothing his hair softly, thinking to myself, “You’ve caused
me a lot of trouble you know, Jonas?” I ask him with soft voice. “Are you
happy?”
He shakes his head, swallowing his tears.
“I was nice to you… was a friend to you, yeah?” He glances at me, trying to
crawl to sitting up position, I allow it.
“I-if… you… t-take m-me home….” He starts stammering; I tilt my head and watch
him with curiosity.
“Yes?” I smile, while inside I’m grinning, laughing my head off.
“I…just want… I-…I c-can tell them…please?”
“What would you tell them, Jonas? That you were lying? … That you accused me of
taking you by force when in reality you wanted it all along? Will you tell them
that? Will you say you and I agreed to meet here, that we had consensual sex,
talked things through and you realised what a bad little boy you were for lying?
Will you tell Alex that you want to be with me? Be touched by me? Be my personal
little whore because it turns you on more than he could ever do?”
He blinks, looks around and then at me, his eyes big and lost and I smile, he
looks so much more innocent than what he is. “If you tell them this and keep to
your words, I take you home, first to talk with the cops, where you will tell
them that you’re a lying little bitch, then to Alex to tell him you’re leaving
him for me, at you home you pack your things and come with me. So, it’s up to
you now, what’s it going to be?”
I can see the inner battle from his eyes, anger, fear and pain flashing in his
eyes; he thinks I’m crazy, doesn’t he? I can’t help but to smile, waiting.
“Go to the cops… I’ll tell them…” He finally whispers, “Tell them what you want
me to.” He nods slightly and I already know that he’s lying, I’m not that
fucking stupid, but I’m kind of enjoying this, so I allow him to think that it’s
working.
“And Alex? Tell me what you’re going to say to him.” I ask, reaching to stroke
his thigh gently.
“T-that… I’m… going with… you?” He suggest, clearly hoping it’s the right
answer.
“What else? Come on Jonas… what are you?” I slide my hand on his inner thigh, he
winches. His eyes close and he looks away, “what are you Jonas?”
“A…lying…” He swallows, clearly this is painful to him, it just makes it that
much more fun.
“Yes?”
“bitch…” I can barely hear him now.
“What was that?” I ask, smiling, “you have to speak louder, Jonas.”
“Bitch.” He repeats bitterly.
“What else? You are my personal…. ?”
“Please Stefan…” He pleads with broken voice.
“No, not correct answer, try again. What are you?”
I keep stroking his thighs, this situation is getting me hard, I love this
power, I want to hear him say it.
“Come on… I want to hear it to believe that you can do it, if you can’t say it
to me, how can you say it to Alex or the cops, maybe you are just playing with
me?” I ask, my voice hardening, he shakes his head, “well, go on then.”
“Whore…” He whispers.
“That’s right Jonas,” I grin, silence follows, he looks at me and the gun in my
hand briefly before sifting his teary eyes back up to my face.
“W-we c-can go now?” He whispers and for a moment I just smile at him tenderly,
reach to touch his face, my thumb collecting his tears.
“Oh Jonas,” I whisper and he gives me a confused look. I move my hand only to
slap him hard across the face, making him yelp. “How fucking stupid do you think
I am?!” I roar then and take a hold of his throat, his eyes grow wild, but with
his hands tied behind his back, there’s not anything he can do, I squeeze, but
lightly enough to allow him to breath. “Do you expect me to believe that shit?”
I give a dry laughter, “we’d go to the police and you’d beg them to arrest me
and most likely they would. You see Jonas, I know I’m bad, wicked for taking you
here, keeping you against your will and you know what else?”
He closes his eyes and reopens desperate almost pained whimper escaping from
between his lips.
“Stefan, please…” He cries, “I beg you… please, don’t…”
I release his throat and slap him again.
“You already know that I’m going to fuck you.” I grin at him
He shakes his head,
“No, no, no… please… no…” I’m getting quite pissed off at him, at the same time
I want him to shut up and scream; how twisted is that?
I force him down and start tearing at his clothes while he’s screaming his lungs
out, I slap him few times more.
“Shut the fuck up!” I pull his shirt up as high as I can, before I start opening
his jeans, it’s quite difficult with him moving about, trying to kick me off,
but I manage to do it, violently tucking the piece of clothing down with his
boxers,
“Yeah going to poke you hard, soon you’ll get it, oh yes you will bitch.”
When after minutes of struggling I manage to undress his lower body, he
immediately closes his thighs; I have to yank them hard to get them separate,
he’s strong I give him that, but in the end I win over, both panting now I
settle myself between his spread legs,
“If I go down, I’ll take you with me Jonas,” I whisper to his ear, kissing him
harshly on the lips pushing my hips against him so he can feel my hardness.
“I’ll break you…and Alex with you…” I pant out, opening my pants, keeping him
still with my other hand; I look down at his body, his limp organ and grin as I
grasp it, “first I make you enjoy it.” I tell him.
I start stroking him gently but firmly at the same time and finally I bring my
head down, take him into my mouth, determined to make him hard and.
“Stop, please Stefan…” He begs, but I can already hear the change in his
breathing, and I can feel him starting to harden and grow in my mouth; perfect.
I keep on sucking him, playing with his balls until I force one finger inside
him, twirling it around in the tight heath, relentlessly, one goal in mind.
I look up to his face; eyes shut tightly pained pleasure on his face and shame,
I can recognise the shame, I rub his belly,
“come on, come on you little slut, come for me… come on, you like this, let
go….” I urge him, stroking him with my hand and then take him back into my
mouth.
It takes time but I’m patient, and my patience is rewarded in the end, I feel
his balls tighten, his body arches, I release him from my mouth but keep on
stroking, moaning, reddish cheeks, his cock shoots the white, thick fluid on his
belly and on my hand, “There you go, good boy… good little slut…” I lick some of
his sperm from his belly before forcing a violent kiss on his lips.
“If Alex could only see you now…” I grin, slicking him up with his own fluid
before positioning myself, “now, lets give some cock for you, lets stick it in
there huh?” His face looks disgusted, he turns his face away and begs, begs for
me to stop, which I have no intention of doing. I start forcing myself in, not
an easy task to enter an unwilling body but like before I manage to do so now,
he screams when I get the head in, eyes snap open and he screams, tightness is
almost making me feel dizzy, it feels amazing, and I push further in, no mercy
is given and before long my length is buried deep within him, I ravish his lips,
start rocking against him, in and out, over and over, hard and violent,
“yeah, take it you cheap little whore, lets cream you up…” It sound so sleazy,
talking dirty to him, but he looks even more disgusted by it and makes it fun. I
kiss his neck, suck and bite the skin, such anger inside; he’s ruined my life,
he’s to blame, he’ll go down as well, he and Alex with him.
I feel my peak reaching up, few hard thrust and I come, deep inside, holding him
under my tightly, most likely bruising him with my hands, I don’t care; he
should suffer.
I pull out, zip myself up, watch as my sperm leaks out from his hole, watch his
belly; dirty with his own, watch his face, tear stained, trembling lips, eyes
with hollow look in them,
“Alex should see you now.” I smile, “you’d made a great whore you know…
shouldn’t whine and cry so much though…” I nod and pull him up from the bed, I
drag him out and towards the bathroom, when we reach it I throw him on the
floor,
“Now clean yourself, your filthy…” He’s kneeling on the floor, crying his eyes
out; pitiful.
“I-I c-can’t… m-my h-hands…”
I smirk and walk closer,
“I can’t, my hands…” I repeat mocking his whiny voice. “God your so pathetic,
crying like some little girl .” I kneel and open the rope; releasing his hands
and before he has time to reach I pull him up from his hair, “okay now, remove
your shirt.” I point him with the gun again, his trembling hands rise and
carefully remove the last piece of clothing he has. “This time your prince
charming won’t rush to your help.” I grin at him, and push him under the shower,
opening the tabs, setting it quite cold he shrieks when the cold water contacts
with his skin. ”now you just wash yourself and stop screaming, it hurts my
ears.”
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Joonas:
The cold water assaults my bruised skin and I try my best to endure, I feel
sick, tired and sick, scared out of my mind. I’m going to die, I won’t survive
this, how can I?
“Take some soap,” Stefan tells me, I can’t stop my lip from trembling, my arms
are drawn close to my chest, coldness making my muscles stiff, I reach for the
shower gel, squeeze some on my palm, “good, now soap yourself up, wash your ass,
turn to me and let me see you washing it.Ӭ
This is hell and I don’t know what I did to deserve this, over and over again;
it’s surreal. I turn slowly, I know I have no choice if I want to survive.
“Come on spread your cheeks and wash,” I want to throw up, my legs hardly carry
me, I don’t understand why he is being so cruel, I don’t understand… why me? I
force myself to act along his demand, leaning my forehead against the wall, the
soap stings when it reaches my opening,
“Stick you finger in there,” His voice is filled with malicious satisfaction
over my humiliation. “come on Jonas, just fucking stick your finger in.” He
commands, it feels difficult to breathe, my own tears are choking me and I try
my best to think of anything else but this, I move my finger inside my sore
channel. Cold water, pain and humiliation, why? Why again?
“Good, very good…” he purrs, and I squeeze my eyes closing hoping I could just
disappear, vanish into a place where there’s no pain. “You managed to make me
hard again, Jonas.” I hear his voice closer and let out a choked cry; no more!
No more!
I pull my finger out and turn to him; he’s already undressing, grinning and
undressing and true to his words he is hard.
“Not again, no, I can’t please, please don’t,” I want to curl up I start to
scream in despair.
“Face the wall! Stop whining!” He turns the water to warm and pushes me harshly
around, I feel his organ poking my buttocks, he holds me firmly in place and
thrusts in. The sound of the running water, his grunts and moans in my ear, I
close my eyes, disappear, I don’t want to feel, not anymore, it never ends, pain
never disappears and I can’t… can’t see the light, only darkness, my hope is
dying, the pain crushing me to pieces.
“If only Alex could see you now…” He whispers once it’s over, his body leaving
my own and I fall on my knees; throw up on the shower floor, water washing the
dirt away as if it never happened.
“You so pathetic Jonas.” He sneers, somewhere close and he wouldn’t need to say
it, I already know I am.
I dimly realise that he’s dragging me back towards the bedroom. I feel so
drained and empty, I’m tired of fighting, I just don’t have the strength
It’s still raining out, sounds of thunder, he makes me lay down on the bed, I
concentrate looking outside while he ties my wrists up to the bed post, finally
he blindfolds me, darkness surrounds me, it’s cold, I lay naked and tied, I
don’t have the strength, I want to give up, maybe it’s easier to give up? I
don’t think I make it this time… there’s no more life to give, no more strength…
Dark silence, I travel away from it, escape to the little place inside my mind
it’s warm there and I want to stay, stay and not feel the pain again.
Please let it be over.
Web published: My Secret Shore
October 12th, 2008.
© KOLGRIM 2006 - 2007