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When Corey woke up, he had a blazing headache.
It felt like his pulse was trying to hammer its way out of his skin. The bones in his skull ached with every blunt throb.
Fuck.
Fuck, he’d never had a migraine like this.
His eyelids didn’t want to cooperate. It took too much energy to open them. so he let them stay closed, concentrating instead on sensations.
His body ached all over, dull and painful. Stiff, like he’d been sitting in the same position for too long. Only he wasn’t sitting. He wasn’t lying down either.
He tried to tilt his head and instantly choked. He couldn’t move his neck. Or his hands. His legs were free, he was standing, sort of, but not upright.
Bent over, awkwardly. Painfully.
He clawed for willpower and forced his eyelids open.
He tried to turn his head, careful not to choke himself again. Was he wearing a collar? His neck was trapped.
The room was dimly lit and damp-smelling. Like a cellar. Faint light filtered in from around the closed door, oddly bluish.
He shivered, realizing he was naked.
Naked and bent over, neck and wrists trapped.
He was in stocks.
He gurgled a shriek, throwing his weight against the restraints, but only hurt himself more.
Fuck, fuck what in the fucking -
The door swung open.
A figure filled the doorway, blue light cascading around its massive form.
“Oh good! You’re awake.”
The man’s voice made Corey shiver with fresh fear. Something tickled unpleasantly in the back of his mind, like he’d heard that voice before but couldn’t place it.
“Nearly showtime, I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up in time. It’s so much more fun when you’re awake.”
“ - I…what? - “
His voice came out all croaky and hoarse, it didn’t sound like him. But talking hurt too, his throat was on fire. And there was a weird taste in his mouth.
The man stepped closer.
Corey gasped in horror.
He was wearing a mask. Not a hood, or a balaclava. A fucking mask. He looked like the devil.
He was naked, too. And hard.
Corey stared in shock at the size of his erection. Holy fuck. His body winced.
“ - no!...no, what the…what the fuck is going on - “
The man closed the distance between them, cupping Corey’s face. Corey sensed he was smiling behind the mask.
It made him whimper.
“Such a sweet pet. I think you might be my favorite so far.”
“ - wh-what? - “
The man caressed his sweat-damp hair.
“But don’t tell me no, pet. I don’t like it.”
Corey’s thoughts tumbled wildly, intensifying the headache. It hurt to concentrate, it hurt to breathe. But he was willing to placate his captor, if it would help.
“ - o-okay - “ he mumbled.
The man touched his cheek lightly.
“Good pet. That’s good. Almost ready to play?”
Corey tried to stare up, gagging slightly when the yoke bit into his neck. He could have sworn the man hissed softly.
“ - p-play? - “
“Mhm…nearly time. It’s going to be fun! Don’t you remember last time?”
Last time?
His thoughts cavorted even more crazily, trying to figure out what he was talking about… last time? What last time? Corey just woke up. He struggled to remember, but the more he tried, the foggier his brain got.
He couldn’t remember.
“ - I…I don’t know - “
“Aw, poor pet. I gave you too much, that’s not your fault. Don’t worry, I’m learning the dosage. You’ll be awake the whole time now.”
“ - for what? - “
“Playtime! Awake for playtime, I’m so excited. You’ll remember this one, I promise.”
A sudden flash of agony stabbed through his brain, a memory so fleeting it barely registered.
He gasped quietly.
“Ah, what’s this? Pet does remember?”
“I’m…I’m not sure…”
“Try for me, pet. Can you do that? Try for Owner.”
Owner.
Something about the word jogged another painful flashback.
He remembered crying. Being made to say Owner, rocking painfully back and forth, shrieking it over and over again. Why had he been moving? Forward, then back…forward, then back…screaming for Owner…
Begging. He remembered begging, but he couldn’t remember what he was begging for.
Help? Stop?
Stop. That’s what it was. Stop! Please, stop!
And why had he been rocking?
He shifted experimentally, concentrating on replicating the movement. Back and forth. Pressing his neck cautiously against the stocks, then back, trying to remember.
The man started laughing.
It all came swirling back in a horrible rush, clogging his mind, blood surging to life in a huge jolt of adrenaline.
“NO!”
The man growled, fingers tightening on his face.
Corey tried to yank his chin free. “No! No, you…you…”
“I what, pet? Tell me.”
“ - you…you were…you were…oh my god - “
The man burst into hysterical laughter. “Go on, pet, you can do it. Tell Owner what I was doing.”
“You were fucking me,” Corey whispered, cheeks burning. “You were raping me.”
“Mhm, on camera.”
“What??”
“On camera, pet. You’re already a fan favorite. The number of hits flooding in to see you again is quite something. Even I’m impressed.”
“No, please! Why? Why are you doing this??”
“Don’t be so boring. And stop fucking saying no.”
“ - wh-what? - “
“I told you already,” the man said patiently, tone crisp. “Don’t say no, pet. I really hate hearing that word. And you told me no, four times now! Do you know what that means?”
Corey almost said no, but bit it back in time.
The man patted his head approvingly.
“ - I…I don’t…know what that means…”
“It means pet’s been bad. I’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me how?”
“Good question,” the man chuckled.
He turned to a table behind him, draped with a cloth.
“Want to see?”
“ - y-yea - “
“Good boy, clever boy! Pet is learning.”
The man whipped the cloth away, revealing a stainless table covered in gleaming, horrifying instruments.
Corey nearly vomited, gagging against the stocks. But nothing came out except a dry rattling noise and a little saliva.
The man watched the ribbon of spit stretch, dripping toward the floor.
Corey felt weirdly embarrassed and tried to slurp it up.
“No, no, let it drip…I just love a filthy pet…”
Mortified, trying to look anywhere but at him, Corey let his drool accumulate. His tongue felt thick and sticky. He still couldn’t place the weird taste in his mouth. More of an aftertaste, really. Sweet and burning, but salty and musky. He’d never tasted anything like it. Like…cum mixed with candy. He almost gagged again, hacking a fresh glob of spit.
“Good boy,” the man said softly. “Good boy. Keep drooling, little animal.”
Somewhere in the hallway, something started beeping.
The man looked up. “Ah! Time’s up. I think we’ll start the livestream with your punishment.” He winked sadistically behind the devil mask. “What do you say, pet?”
“ - please - “ Corey whispered.
His drool fell onto the floor with a wet smack. He cringed, staring at the little puddle.
His captor grunted softly, hitching his hips. Corey was too scared to look up and see his hard dick, swelled tight, knowing it was about to go inside him.
Corey kept his head down.
“God, you are perfect. Sit tight for me, pet. I’ll be right back.”
He watched the man waltz out, graceful despite his size. Each moment was agony, staring at that table. He didn’t want to think about what each instrument did…what his captor would use them for…to do to him…
His headache blazed hotly, exacerbated by his racing pulse.
Oh god, he was probably going to die. On camera.
It felt weirdly insulting.
Before he could spiral into complete chaos, the man came sailing back in. He moved around the room, flicking switches.
Lights and monitors flashed to life. Cold and mechanical, indifferent to Corey’s suffering. There only to document his pain, to record his torment for entertainment.
People were watching.
They wanted to see this.
He almost gagged again.
The man approached him, each step slow and deliberate. Taking his time - a cat playing with a mouse. He came to a stop by Corey’s head, then crouched down, bringing them to eye-level.
“Pet,” he said softly, stroking Corey’s face.
Corey whimpered. He wanted the gentleness, it felt nice. And it felt dangerous to want it, terrified it wouldn’t last.
He knew it wouldn’t.
“Pet, I’m going to hurt you and people are going to watch. Lots of people, hordes of people, all salivating over my delicious little treat.”
He cupped Corey’s cheeks and bent closer.
His eyes weren’t what Corey expected, up close. They were vibrant and warm, filled with life - as unlike the cameras and monitors as the sun was to ice.
Corey stared dumbly, wondering how someone with eyes that beautiful could be so evil.
“ - please - “ he murmured.
“ - shhh, not yet, pet…you’ll beg, but not yet…there’s a secret I want to tell you, but I can’t. I want you to figure it out. Do your best, little treat. Do your best for Owner.”
“ - but - “
“Here,” the man said, standing up and reaching behind him. He grabbed something off the table and showed it to Corey.
It was a bit. The kind you made horses wear.
Corey stared in horror.
The man chuckled, then caressed his face.
“Going to take this nice and obediently for me, aren’t you, pet? Take the bit for Owner.”
“ - please - “
“No. Open.”
Corey eyed the bit, then met the man’s eyes.
They were flashing now. Dangerous, but still shockingly beautiful. Maybe…if Corey cooperated…he’d be kind…
Corey knew it was a lie. He knew the man wasn’t kind, wouldn’t be gentle. Whatever happened, he wasn’t going to go easy.
The cameras were rolling, he could see the webcam lights shining. A steady stream of red and blue and green. Peppered all around the room at varying heights and angles, capturing every moment of torment in crystal clarity.
They were trained on his face, his wrists and hands. His neck, his hair. Probably behind him, too. His back. His legs, his ass. They could see his pussy . Probably zoomed in, magnifying the sordid details of a helpless man about to be tortured. Probably raped again, too.
He shivered.
“ - can they…can they see everything?” - “
The man laughed. “Yes. Wouldn’t be much of a show if they couldn’t, don’t you think? Besides,” he added, almost as an afterthought, “you have such a beautiful pussy. It would be a shame to deny my followers such a gorgeous treat.”
Corey gaped, cheeks burning. He tried to close his legs, but even the barest movement made his spine scream. Was this really happening?
The man jingled the bit impatiently.
A sudden memory grabbed Corey’s brain, hearing that sound. Jingling…clinking…metal shifting…
Chains. He remembered chains. A debilitating heaviness, something weighing him down.
“Pet remembers!” the man cried gleefully. “I knew you would, oh good boy… such a good boy for Owner. Now be my good, sweet boy. Take the fucking bit.”
He offered the bridle, holding it in front of Corey’s nose.
Corey’s brain abandoned him as suddenly as it had mobilized. The memory of chains faded into mist.
He gazed up at the man, knowing he couldn’t really refuse. He’d be made to take it either way.
Cautiously, he opened his mouth.
The man placed the bit carefully between his teeth, wiggling the cold metal in place, back against the corners of his mouth. It pressed down on his tongue uncomfortably.
“Good boy,” he said hoarsely.
His voice sounded harsh. Rough, when before it had been smooth.
He tightened the leather straps slowly, eyes fixed on Corey. The bit cut into Corey’s mouth.
He stared back, trying not to whimper, but he couldn’t help it.
The man hissed softly, then tightened more.
His lips cracked at the edges, raw and painful. Corey gasped, trying not to cry.
“It’s alright, pet,” his captor soothed. “Don’t fight it.”
Corey didn’t want to listen. Fuck him. He growled softly, low in his throat, angry at the pain.
The man’s eyes were like lightning. Corey could see his cock throbbing, hovering dangerously near Corey’s face.
“Oh? Pet wants to be naughty?”
Corey eyed him, mindful of the torture shit on the table, not sure he wanted to be bad. But maybe not completely cooperative.
He sensed this was a game, and the man wanted to play. He’d even called it playtime.
Corey loved chess. Maybe this was…kind of a really fucked up version of a chess game…and if that was the case…
He went limp, drooling around the bit, not fighting the tension or the hurt. His spit burned where it smeared against his cracked lips, and he gasped and squirmed.
“ - s-sorry - “
He was repulsed when the man beamed.
“ - good boy …oh my, you really are perfect…being so good for me…but you were naughty before, pet, telling me no when I said not to…now…let’s see about your punishment, shall we?”
He gave one last tug on the bridle, then turned to the table. He paused, looking back at Corey over his shoulder. The gesture was playful, but his eyes were too intense.
Corey nodded slowly. “...y-yea…“
“Good boy! Help me pick out the rod, will you? Naughty pets get the rod, but good boys get to pick.”
Corey watched him hold up a few instruments one by one. A crop. A chain. He shivered at the chain. The man paused, but when Corey didn’t say anything, moved on. Next was a long, slender knife. Then a shorter, thicker one. A serrated one. A curved one. A pair of pliers. A whip. A cat o’ nine tails.
“Well? Which do you think? Nod at the toy, pet. Nod toward the one you want. Do you want…this one?”
He held up the crop.
Corey thought quickly. He was probably expecting Corey to pick whatever he thought would be the least painful, and something told Corey the man would be disappointed if he did.
He shook his head.
The man looked surprised, but pleased.
Asshole.
Corey was learning his captor.
He picked up the chain.
Corey shook his head.
His eyes crinkled, like he was smiling. He picked up the knives.
Corey waited till he got to the curved one, then nodded.
“Really? I’m impressed, pet, I don’t mind saying so. Harpy, it is.”
He approached slowly, tossing the knife thoughtfully in his hand, feeling its weight. The way he handled it spoke of practiced grace, motion careless but precise. Intimate, but familiar. Only a man who’d done this many, many times would be able to do that.
Corey nearly gagged on the bit.
“Such a lovely canvas,” he muttered, circling Corey.
Corey tried not to wince. He kept his legs firmly clamped shut.
The man disappeared out of view behind him.
“Ah, ah, ahhh, open your legs, pet. I’ll cut your pussy if I want to cut your pussy. Spread them nice and wide for me.”
Corey froze. His aching head was screaming at him to be obedient, let the man see his pussy, do whatever he fucking wanted. But the thought of being cut -
He choked out a whimper.
“I know you’re scared, that’s what makes it so fun! Now open your legs, I won’t tell you again. Show me that little pussy. I’m sure it’s missing me, I haven’t shoved anything in it in, oh, feels like ages - “
He grunted. Corey could hear him shifting, then the wet, rhythmic sounds of stroking.
The man was masturbating, with a knife in his hand, staring down at Corey’s bent over body.
His cunt suddenly winced when another memory bombarded his brain.
Something getting shoved in him. Something hard, and cold. It wasn’t a dick, what the fuck was it?? It hurt, whatever it was.
But he knew it was a mistake to hold out. He gritted his teeth around the bit, reminding himself this was a chess game. He had to play if he wanted to stay alive.
Time to sacrifice a pawn.
He opened his legs.
“Oh holy fuck - “
The man was breathing excitedly, stroking himself faster. Corey jumped when he felt something touch his ass cheek.
But it was just the man’s hand, grabbing his ass, fondling him while he jacked off. He leaned closer, rutting on Corey.
“Such a beautiful pet, oh god, spread your legs, let me see - “
Corey obediently spread wider, awkwardly shuffling his feet farther apart.
“ - mmmm, such a gorgeous cunt, good boy - “
Corey kind of hated that he didn’t mind the warm cock sliding over his skin. His captor wasn’t fucking him - not yet, anyway - just using Corey’s body for extra stimulation. It felt carnal and…kind of objectifying…in an arousing way.
His cheeks turned bright red, drooling around the bit. Oh god. Everyone could see him, turning pink and slobbering like a dog while his Owner rutted on him. He tried to close his eyes, to shut out the embarrassing thoughts.
He’d die before he admitted his kink for uneven power dynamics, but this was something completely different. This man wasn’t dominating him, he was torturing him. It shouldn’t be hot. It wasn’t.
But then that cock thrust slowly against his hip…his ass…his inner thigh. The man wasn’t touching his pussy, he was rutting on Corey all over, except there.
Corey’s body started waking up without his permission. Still sore from whatever this fucking asshole did to him before, when he was unconscious. But some small part of him liked being tied up.
He’d never really wanted to do it with partners before. He didn’t trust them. Even if they had a safety word, even if Corey believed they’d respect it…something in his brain wouldn’t let him let go.
But here, he didn’t have a choice. It was strangely arousing, being forced. No safety words, no limits.
No, no, no, it wasn’t hot, it wasn’t okay, none of this was okay. His brain swirled wildly, like a carousel out of control, trying to organize his response to this fucking insanity.
His body liked that dick rubbing on him, though.
The man slid his cock slowly over Corey’s slit.
He gasped and bucked. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, he…he kind of liked it.
His captor didn’t make a sound, but he pushed between Corey’s legs again, rutting against his hole without penetrating.
“ - oh fuck…oh my god - “
“ - pet’s getting wet - “ his captor growled. “ - I can…fuck, I can smell it…fuck that’s delicious - “
Corey whimpered, doing his best not to thrust back.
Cut it out! Stop it! What the fuck is wrong with you!
The cock moved over his pussy again, back and forth in agonizing slowness. He could feel his body leaking. He could feel it coating the man’s erection. The wet sound of a dripping pussy joined the sounds of masturbation.
He cringed with shame.
The sounds stopped.
The man dropped his hand.
He cleared his throat, patting Corey’s back.
“Good pet.”
What the fuck? He sounded completely normal. Like he hadn’t just been on the verge of orgasm, manipulating Corey’s body for entertainment.
Corey craned his neck to try and catch a glimpse, unnerved by the abrupt change, but only choked himself in the process. The bit cut deeper into his lip.
He turned his head straight again with a cough.
“What’s wrong, pet? Don’t like not seeing Owner?”
“ - p-please - “
He was having trouble focusing. Knowing some horrible pain was about to be inflicted, recorded, live-streamed by an absolute psychopath he couldn’t even see …
His head surged with fresh pain.
The man laid a hand on him. Tracing his body as he circled, letting Corey feel his presence while he moved. It was strangely soothing.
He came to a stop in front of Corey.
“I think I’ll cut your pretty belly, pet,” he said softly.
“ - wh-what? - “
“ - mmmm…soft, sweet little stomach…so intimate, don’t you think?...hold still for me - “
He dropped to the ground, settling cross-legged underneath Corey.
Corey felt his hands follow the lines of his body, down his sides, clutching at his stomach.
“Such a pretty pet…going to make you even prettier… you were naughty, weren’t you?“
“ - yes - “ Corey whispered around the bit.
“Yes. And how many times were you naughty?”
“ - f-four - “
“Four times. Four cuts. Now…bleed for me, pet.”
Corey shrieked when the blade sliced into him. He bucked wildly, horrified by the man’s laughter. Even worse, If he craned his neck hard enough, he could see the man’s erection, pulsing tighter when he screamed.
He was aroused by Corey’s pain.
Fuck, his stomach hurt so fucking bad. He could see his blood on the knife, trickling down the shiny silver blade, staining it red.
He panted raggedly.
The man curled his fingers in Corey’s mouth suddenly, swirling them around, collecting slobber.
With one hand, he started slicing slowly into Corey’s stomach again.
With the other, he started rubbing Corey’s clit.
Corey’s brain broke.
He didn’t know whether to scream from pain or moan from pleasure. It hurt. It felt good. He bucked from both, panting harder. Drooling around the bit, hurting his teeth when he accidentally clamped down.
The man rubbed him expertly, praising his clit while he sliced into him. He kept the pressure light on both the blade and Corey’s clit, but the speed was mismatched. He went slow, with the blade. Fast, with his fingers.
It was perfect.
Corey let out a garbled noise.
The man rubbed faster.
Oh god, it felt good. Fuck, that fucking hurt!
Corey made another noise.
The man dropped his hands. “That’s two, now, pet. Halfway there.”
Corey let his body go limp, desperate for relief in his spine. Sweat beaded between his shoulder blades, trickling down his neck. It splashed on the man’s leg.
He watched in horror as the man swiped his bloody fingers over the sweat droplets and licked them.
“Mmm…pet, you taste delicious! All your fluids…so good…blood and sweat…spit, too…” His eyes glinted mischievously. “Bet you can’t guess what I’ll taste next,” he purred.
Corey was too frazzled to answer, hanging forward in the stocks, doing his best to breathe. His mouth was on fire, his spine ached. His wrists chafed with fresh pain. His stomach stung.
His clit was dying for more.
“Now, three.”
“ - n-n - “
He shut up in time.
The man’s eyes blazed. “What?” he hissed. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“ - nothing!...n-nothing - “
The man glared at him suspiciously.
“You aren’t lying to me, are you, pet?”
“ - I’m…I’m not! - “
“Oh, I think you are, bad dog. You weren’t going to say nothing. What were you really going to say? Tell me the fucking truth!”
“Need!” Corey blurted.
The man blinked. “Need?”
Corey nodded wildly. “ - need!...need your…your help, I…I was naughty - “
He let his voice trail off guiltily.
The man looked thrilled.
“Good boy, pet! You do need help, I know…don’t worry pet, I’m going to help you.”
Corey’s shoulders sagged in relief. Thank fuck, the man bought it.
All thoughts promptly exploded in simultaneous pain and pleasure when his captor started slicing and playing with him again.
God, his hands were like confusing magic. Heaven and hell at the same time, absolute torture and perfect euphoria.
He carved shallowly into Corey’s stomach, making him wonder if that’s what a snakebite felt like. Sharp and stinging and unbelievably excruciating - he didn’t have words for how bad it hurt.
But also incredible. Pleasure flooded his pelvis, making his tired legs shake. His pussy was getting wet again. He was trying not to moan.
He let weird hisses filter through his teeth instead - wet, rough sounds around the metal grinding into his mouth. But he did his best to keep the moans in.
He really was ashamed, but not for the reason the man expected.
He felt guilty because he was starting to like it.
The cuts didn’t hurt as much, the more the man touched him. Stroking and caressing, applying delicious pressure, carefully dragging the knife over his skin. He didn’t mind it, didn’t mind getting sliced open, as long as the man lavished attention on his clit.
He caught himself wanting to thrust.
He tried to bite his lip, wincing when the bit stopped him with a painful clink.
“ - ow!...oh, fuck! - “
The man chuckled approvingly. “Sweet little pet. I know what you’re doing.”
“ - I…what? - “
“Trying to fight it, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes, your gorgeous face. Go ahead, fight it. I like watching you struggle. Think I can’t tame you?”
Corey was sure the man could. He clearly knew what he was doing, and this was just a game to him.
But Corey wasn’t ready to surrender. Not yet. It wasn’t that bad.
What the fuck was wrong with him?? Of COURSE it was that bad!
Focus! Focus… chess, this is chess…just a game…
He needed to make the man think he was giving up. Let him believe he was taming Corey.
But Corey would have to be smart about it, and he was nowhere near full capacity. His captor was clever, he’d know if Corey wasn’t careful. He had to make it believable.
“ - I…I don’t know, I - “
“You what?”
“ - I’m…not allowed to say no - “
“Pet is learning, such a good boy.”
“ - can’t say no - “ he mumbled, letting his voice go slightly husky around the edges.
Not too much. Just enough.
“No, that’s true. You’re not allowed.”
Corey dropped his voice even lower, injecting hints of pleasure in his rasping tone.
“ - Owner doesn’t…like it…”
The man stopped in surprise, hands going still.
Corey kept right on babbling, slobbering around the bit. It was warm from his mouth, wet and tight, cutting into him. But he was starting to like that too. The ache was weirdly comforting, in a way. A strange kind of pleasurable, like wiggling a loose tooth with his tongue, just to feel the ache.
He kept mumbling, tone breathy and warm.
“ - c-can’t say no…Owner doesn’t like it…can’t…tell Owner no - “
The pain blossomed in his stomach, flaring up sharply and this time, he decided to let it. He opened the doors in his mind, letting pain flow through.
He gasped and spasmed, not fighting the tears.
“ - can’t tell you no, Owner - “ he cried, going limp, letting his body pitch slowly forward. “ - I…I’ll do better…I will, I swear, I’ll be good…Owner, please - “
“Tamed already?”
“ - n-n…I don’t…”
The man laughed. “You wanted to say no. We’re not there yet, are we, pet? Take another cut for me.”
This time, he slashed brutally across Corey’s midsection. He didn’t touch his clit, either.
Corey screamed in pain.
“That’s three,” he said cheerfully. “Ready for the fourth?”
Corey was suddenly furious. Furious at being in this ridiculous position, furious at being in so much pain, furious that he was helpless, locked in stocks, at the whim of a complete piece of shit. He was so angry he forgot about the cameras.
He raised his fiery gaze, baring his teeth.
“Fuck you!” he snarled.
If he hadn’t been so focused on the man’s face, he would have missed the momentary flash of rage in his beautiful eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by indifference.
“I don’t think so,” he said coldly.
The man slashed him quickly, once more across his belly, but almost as an afterthought.
He stuffed his fingers in Corey’s mouth, scooping up more spit, and started stroking his dick. His movements were cold and mechanical. Lifeless. Automatic. More machine than human.
Corey knew he’d made a mistake.
When the man circled behind him, he tried to close his legs. His captor ripped them back open and jammed his cock inside Corey.
He went as deep as he could on the first violent thrust and immediately started pounding. Far too deep, far too cruel. It felt even bigger than it looked, and that dick was huge.
Corey screamed.
His scream echoed through the room, reverberating in his aching head as he rocked viciously into the stocks. It cut off his air. The grossest, sickliest wheeze came out of his throat. It sounded like something had died in his chest.
His body jolted backward when the man yanked out. The cruelty felt deliberate.
It was even more painful when he pushed back in.
Corey’s pussy was made to open wide. He was scared he wouldn’t be able to close afterward. He screamed louder, agony surfacing from somewhere deep inside his guts. His throat burned, but he couldn’t stop screaming.
His captor was relentless. Piling into him, trapped against the stocks, filling him horribly. His world became reduced to a series of movements - back, then forward…back, then forward - and his own pitiful cries. Perfectly choreographed steps in a hellish dance.
Smashed into the unyielding stocks, bruising his neck and shoulders. His collarbones felt like they were on the verge of breaking.
He tried to gasp for air between penetrations.
Wheeze.
Pulled backward.
Shoved forward.
Scream.
Repeat.
The pain astonished him, splitting him open with a burning sensation he’d never felt before. The man’s cock felt like a knife. He knew it wasn’t, he knew the warm, blood-filled thickness of a cock. But he’d never felt one like this.
No rubber, either.
He was getting ridden and bred.
Oh god.
The thought of this monster’s seed in him nearly made him vomit.
The man didn’t say a word, violently fucking him till Corey was in danger of passing out. He started to sag, legs going wobbly. The man just yanked him back into position and kept fucking.
He wondered if his pussy was bleeding. The wet sounds going in and out sounded almost too wet to just be his body’s desperate juices. Trying to ease the pain with lubrication of its own, but it wasn’t really working.
It still hurt.
He wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t come. It made everything hurt worse, not being able to let it out. Like something was crawling inside him to die, invaded and fucked, pain held captive by a ghost.
Or maybe he was the ghost.
A corpse, taking a thick cock on camera, for people to drool over his helplessness. Watching him bleed and take it, a toy for sex. A warm hole for a brutal man to stick his dick in, nothing more.
His pulse adjusted, beating to the rhythm of his captor’s thrusts.
Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.
He felt sudden heat bursting inside him when the man came. Pumping viciously, emptying his balls in Corey’s broken cunt.
He went still for a moment, inside Corey.
Corey could hear his breathing, the only proof he wasn’t a machine. His breaths blew hotly on Corey’s bare back. Like a monstrous bull, snorting threats.
Only, Corey was the one wearing a bit.
He wondered what the man was waiting for, now that he’d served his purpose. If he was expecting Corey to break down and beg, he had another fucking thought coming.
Corey wouldn’t say a fucking word. He’d have to torture it out of him.
Without warning, the man yanked his dick out.
Corey hiccuped a hollow cough, trying to catch his balance. His legs didn’t want to hold him up.
He could feel the man pause expectantly, as though waiting for him to say something. He clamped his jaws shut around the bit and didn’t make a sound.
A glob of cum leaked down his thigh.
He glared at the nearest camera, rebelliously quiet.
The man started moving around the room, turning out the lights, flicking off the cameras, shutting everything down.
Show’s over.
Curtain call.
No encore.
He completely ignored Corey, acting as though Corey wasn’t even there. Finally, after the last camera was shut down and the lights darkened, he stalked to the doorway, flicked the final lightswitch, and closed the door behind him, all without saying a word.
Leaving Corey alone, body ripped with pain, in total darkness.