He nodded, and I encouraged him to elaborate.
“I like threatening them. It’s such a rush holding their lives in my hands. They beg and plead, but it’s my decision how and when to end them. I love to use the knife, that’s my favorite, but I’ve gotten creative with a few when I was bored. I imagine what it would be like to have someone in my grasp that wasn’t a subject, a job. I bind them, whip them, torture them until they beg me for mercy. But there’s always something hollow because they aren’t there by choice.”
“I am.”
Crow whipped his head to look at me.
“What?”
“I said, I am. I’m here by choice. Well, technically you kidnapped me, but I could have run away so many times this week. I didn’t want to. I don’t want to. I’m here right now because I want to be, not just because you’re keeping me safe.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want? You have to be sure, Worthy. You can’t say that and then change your mind. It won’t go well with you if you do that to me.”
His threat had the opposite effect he intended. It gave me a shiver to imagine what he’d do if I did take it back. I wasn’t a fool, though. There was no way I was going to poke the bear at this tentative point in our situation. It wasn’t quite a relationship, yet. Was it?
“I’m sure. I’m positive.”
Crow heard my words and struck. His mouth was on mine violently, teeth biting at my lips, tongue invading my mouth stroke after stroke. This wasn’t a kiss looking for me to participate; this was a kiss for me to give while he took. I had given him my trust, given him my promise; now, with this kiss, he was demanding I yield the rest.
Crow bit into my lower lip, and I tasted my own blood in my mouth. He began to suck at the wound while his hands ran down my body, roughly palming my hardening cock. Fuck it was the most exciting feeling knowing he was feeding on my blood, knowing it was my ultimate aphrodisiac. He rubbed me in rhythm with his sucking my blood. Mmmm, it was perfect. My moans got louder and louder, rocking into his hand. I reached for his hardness to return the favor, but just as suddenly as he’d started, he stopped.
“Take me out and finish me off, boy.”
It took me a second to clear my head enough to understand his order, but when I did, I made quick work of opening his pants. He was commando.So sexy. As soon as the zipper was down, his thick cock was popping up into my eager hands. Getting right to work, I worshipped him with long licks, sucks and the perfect pressure on his shaft. Crow’s hands wrapped around the back of my head, pushing me down every time I took him into my mouth. He wasn’t cruel, but very insistent that I take more, and more until I was taking almost his entire length in my mouth and throat.
I’d always been good at sucking cock. It had been a point of pride in college, but it had been a while. He was a lot to take in at first. His girth pushed my jaw to the limits, but I loved every second of the discomfort. In my mind, I decided I’d willingly go too far and possibly dislocate my jaw if it let me take all of him at once. Thoughts like these disturbed me, but it was how I felt. Thankfully that wasn’t necessary, but my mind was in that place of perfect submission. I’d do anything to make him happy, even if it hurt me in the process.
Both of our moans were getting louder and louder the longer I worked him. Eventually, Crow’s hands in my hair pulled tighter, and I knew he was close. Being bold, I reached my finger that was massaging his balls down a little further, past his taint, tickling the edge of his hole. He began bucking into my mouth, once, twice, then he was coming for me. He held his cock deep in my throat, blocking my airway, but I stayed in place, letting him use me for his pleasure.
I took every drop, loving the feeling of helplessness while he held me breathless and filled my belly. My vision began to dim a little with the lack of oxygen, but before I passed out, he let me go and pulled out. As I fell back onto the rock, he turned me over, and his mouth was immediately on mine, licking into my mouth to taste his cum on my tongue. There was still a hint of my blood in his mouth and on my lip. The combination was intoxicating. I lapped into his mouth for more, while he did the same to me. It was raw, filthy, and I never wanted to stop.
We did stop after a time. Crow’s hand went down to my cock to find I’d come in my pants. He seemed to love that I’d come just from blowing him if his moan was any indication. I’d get a shower later, but for now, I was wallowing in the feeling of being dirty for Crow.
He closed up his pants, and we lay back on the rock to watch the clouds move across the sky. I lay with my head nestled on his shoulder, his arm under me, hand gripping my hip. He would massage my ass and squeeze every few minutes reminding me of the bruises there. To me, that was like a peck on the cheek or term of endearment would be to a normal person. It was a reminder of his mark on my skin, a reminder of ownership perhaps.
We dozed for a time and talked for a while, too, just enjoying each other’s company. I noticed a pattern to our encounters that was becoming comfortable. We flared blazing hot together, reaching heights of passion and perversion we both loved and craved, but then we would cool down and return to this, watching the clouds float by. The conversation was anything but normal after a while, though.
“What’s your favorite thing you’ve done to your subjects? I’m interested to know what you do to them.”
My question in the long silence stopped Crow’s hand that had been absently rubbing over my ass. After thinking about his answer, his hand resumed its absent massaging, and he spoke.
“I’ll give you an example. I had a guy one time who I thought I might be able to have some fun with. He was a gambler who stole a ton of money from some bad guys. From the information I had, he wasn’t horrible, just a guy who had family obligations and no way to cover them.”
I was so happy he was being open with me about this. I wasn’t sure whether I should tell him how much it turned me on to hear about his job. My fantasies were running wild, and he hadn’t even started.
“I strung him up on a bed and played with him for two days. I actually used sounds for the first time on him. I loved watching them slide in, stretching his piss hole wider and wider, but what got me harder was watching it slide out. His hole would gape like an ass hole waiting to be used and filled. He didn’t seem to mind the smaller ones, so that was fun. I had a complete set of stainless steel sounds I’d gotten, and like a kid with a new toy, I wanted to see everything it could do. I took my time, stretching him, fascinated by the process. Over time, I worked him up to the largest one I had, scary big at 12mm, but by that time, he wasn’t making too much of a fuss. I got off watching him squirm in the chains. Then I beat myself off pulling the sound out and then back in, fucking his dick in time with my hand.”
Fuck! That was so hot!
“In the end, I found out he wasn’t so innocent as I thought. He wasn’t helping out his family with the money he stole. He used it to buy heroin he knew was bad at a discount. He turned around and sold it at the school where he was an assistant basketball coach. I strangled him with the chain I’d bound him with and got rid of him for the client. If I’d had bigger sounds, I would have stretched him until he bled, but at that point, I felt dirty paying with someone so evil. Scum that hurts kids doesn't deserve to live, let alone teach them.”
Crow sat up suddenly. I had to follow him up to keep my head from hitting the rock. He jumped down and stalked away toward the wood’s edge, looked out into the distance, then whipped around with a hand scraping through his long chestnut hair.
“What do you think about that? Am I bad for loving that so much? Are you horrified by what I’ve done, Worthy?”
I stood up and jumped down, carefully walking toward Crow with my hands to my side and palms up to him. He was pacing while still torturing his gorgeous hair. I felt the need to approach him carefully this time. It wouldn’t be good to startle him when he was already agitated. When I got within touching distance, I stopped. He would have to come the rest of the way this time. We’d see how he reacted to what I said, now. We needed to be on the same page. It all came down to honesty.
“I think it’s hot as fuck what you did.”
