“Tear me apart, Kinzer.”
“I don’t think you can handle what I can do to you right now, the rage I have in me.”
“But I can. I can take it and so much more. Show me all that anger. I want to see it in your eyes while you’re fucking me. I want to see your hate and rage. How much you despise this world. Show me.”
Kinzer released him and pulled away, leaving Quintz wanting, hungry, pining.
Quintz whirled around. “What’s wrong? I know you want me. I can feel it when I look at you. Kinzer, I didn’t get here by being foolish or not being able to read people. I got this position because I’m so fucking good at reading them. And I know what you need right now, and that’s to break something, to take another life in your hands and feel in control. I want you to be in control. Totally in control.”
“I think you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“Am I?” Quintz approached him and threw a punch, as he had before, but Kinzer caught it this time.
He tensed his jaw. “You really like hitting, don’t you?”
“I like being hit more.”
He punched Kinzer in the stomach, and Kinzer groaned before hooking Quintz’s cheek. Quintz took the blow before standing upright again. He was thrilled Kinzer had caved to that desire.
“You twisted fuck,” Kinzer said as he seemed to realize what Quintz wanted from him, but he didn’t resist him. Instead, he moved forward and hooked an arm around Quintz quickly, locking his lips with his own. He nibbled at Quintz’s bottom lip and tugged.
Quintz’s eyes rolled back as he delighted in how good Kinzer tasted and how good it felt to have his body wedged against his own, pressing him up against the concrete wall.
Kinzer spun him around.
Quintz knew Kinzer didn’t have any worries about him now. Not about hurting him or breaking him. Oh, Quintz had been alive far too long to be concerned about things like that. He wanted Kinzer inside him, unleashing all his pain and hurt on his body. Torturing him with that cock of his. And as he heard the spit from Kinzer’s mouth, he looked over his shoulder and watched as Kinzer lubricated his cock.
Kinzer pushed the head against Quintz’s crack, working his way in. Quintz growled as he made his entrance, pressing his hands against the wall for support. Kinzer took him from behind, ravaged his way into him, Quintz absorbing the pressure and the pain. Waiting in eager anticipation for Kinzer to get that dick deep within him. It stung, burned within him because of the modest lubrication, and that was exactly what Quintz craved, what he desperately needed. He itched for more. For deeper, rougher. When Kinzer was deep inside, he wrapped an arm around Quintz’s throat and tugged tightly.
“This what you want?” he whispered into his ear.
“Yes,” Quintz begged because he needed it so bad. “Give me your worst, Kinzer. I need it.”
Kinzer pulled out of him, whirled him around, and lifted him by his legs into the air, shoving him back against the wall before pushing back within. Quintz’s head kicked back, slamming against the wall. The pain felt so good. So right. He wondered, as he always did, if some part of his pleasure came from some sort of guilt about how much he tortured others, but he didn’t question it, just went with that great, delicious, swelling, throbbing pain.
He delighted in it as much as he could, reveled in it, because he knew it never lasted long enough, was never severe enough for his tastes. He savored it in a way that he couldn’t determine whether or not he should have savored it so much.
***
Kinzer gave Quintz what he craved, what he needed. And Quintz took it, grinding his teeth, moaning his pleasure. He absorbed the blow, and Kinzer leaned back and drove within him.
“Fuck me. God, fuck me, Kinzer! Give me that cock and make me your fucking bitch.”
Kinzer plowed into him. He wanted to breed Quintz so bad. To dump not just his load, but all his hurt and pain on him.
As he thrust and heaved, he pleasured deep within him, granting him what he needed. He could not get enough. He was greedy for satisfaction, greedy to make it hurt Quintz as much as Quintz wanted it to hurt. And he came up in him, spewing his load, releasing himself and feeling that pressure swell.
Quintz jerked on his cock for a moment before his load spilled out and shot onto Kinzer’s chest, and Kinzer delighted in knowing he had Quintz on him, in just having that load all over him.
Oh, I fucking needed that.
He leaned down and kissed him, and Quintz seemed to savor the moment with him.
Kinzer loved how Quintz enjoyed to hurt, the way he wanted Kinzer to beat the shit out of him. Kinzer needed to fuck right through the pain, because tearing someone else apart was the only thing that eased the unbearable tension he carried with him. And he was pleased that Quintz offered himself as a vessel of relief and ease. It was necessary after everything that had happened that day. It had all been too much for him, and that moment had helped him forget and savor Quintz’s body.
***
Hayde remained inside the cell Quintz and Kinzer had locked him in. His wrists were still bound, stinging from how tight the cuffs were. His neck pinched in the collar Quintz had forced on him.
