Pink lemonade

The darkness of night provides an adequate shroud for those of ill intentions. Razzle moved through the night like a predatorial beast, a large cat or a wolf, no, nothing as natural as that. Like a demon. He knew what he must find, someone lonely. The woman standing on the corner in just a bra, panties, stockings, suspenders, the reddest of stilletos and a faux fur coat was perfect. She presented that wonderful visage of supposed class and trashy filth. She was fairly pretty for a hooker, though it looked as though her nose had been broken once, her lips were chapped and her eyes were sallow and had large bags underneath. She happily followed Razzle, he pinned her against the wall roughly, the brickwork tore a fair layer of skin from her face and she shrieked in dismay. Razzle pressed a hand roughly over her mouth and rummaged around in that coat. The poor wretch had managed to make a hefty wad of bills with her orifices, he pocketed half of it and threw her to the ground. She was weak and feeble.

'Listen up youu dumb whore,' Razzle's voice was different now. Gruff, masculine. The girl quaked. 'Tell me where the closest 24 hour garage is where I can buy some food, or I'll fucking kill you,' she gave quick, shakey directions. He nodded. He uttered a thanks and sped away. Slipping down an alley far away from where the misdeed took place, gently, he slipped fingertips beneath the skin at te jaw of his face and peeled, peeled away the moustached face he had presented the hooker, removedthe scalp which was long, dark brown hair and slipped off the blue overalls. He returned to Razzle once more. He smiled to himself. This physical form was wonderful, the air around him felt cool and crisp, his heart was thumping from sprinting, adrenaline pumped through his veins fast. Must he hurry back to Ellie? Ellie had held him trapped for years! Fourteen years to be exact. He could wait around whilst Razzle had a little grown up fun.

He explored the town, tere was plenty to see, plenty to buy. He bought a bag of grass from a man on the corner for ten bucks. A bottle of expensive liquor soon followed. He kept them in the bag though, these new possessions, he would save them for home. For the tiny room with Ellie. The man had told him that to smoke his grass, he would need large rizla, king size, he was told to request, and possibly tobacco if he preferred. He purchased both, and bought a few ready meals, a bag of minstrels, a large bottle of strawberry squash and a bottle of pink lemonade. These things looked good to him, and he was sure that Ellie would like them.

When h arrived home, it was quiet, Ellie was sound asleep. Razzle crept close and gently stroked his fingertips over the skin of his chest and stared intently. He pressed his palm to where Ellie's heart was beating, slow and regular because he was asleep. Slowly, his head dipped, and tilted, and everso softly he touched his lips to Ellie's. They were warm, and smooth, and a strange sensation formed in his lower abdomen. He stood back upright and smiled softly to himself. His first kiss, with Ellie. This was how it should be, this was nice and good, he opened his bottle of liquor and drank. It burnt a path down his throat and he cringed at the taste, but the warmth was pleasant. Razzle sat back down in his chair and continued to drink and wait for Ellie to awaken. The theft from the hooker, the succesful mastery of his powers to create an adequate disguise, it had excited him a little. The kiss cemented it. Razzle wanted to play.

Elliot opened his eyes to Razzle slumpeed in the chair with a bottle of what appeared to be Jagermeister. It was a quarter empty.
'Is that a joint?' Razzle glanced up, his eyes were lazy, and a smile curled his lips.
'You're awake! That's what I like to see! Yes, this is a joint, I rolled it, would you like some?' Elliot was silent for a moment.
'No,' he resoponded a little coldly. Razzle frowned, he deemed this as rude.
Those fresh, smooth, pliable expanses of skin covering Ellie's form seemed to scream at him. Cruelty reared it's ugly head and he jabbed the burning hot joint into Ellie's skin. He screamed, the sound made that feeling come again, the feeling like the kiss bought, he pressed it in, leaving a mark, Ellie began to cry again and the feeling went away. Razzle crept on the bed and this time comforted him, Ellie cried harder and Razzle curled his arms around him and ran fingers through his hair and cooed unintelligibly. The Jagerneister was forgotten on the floor. Razzle could feel Ellie trembling.

'I bought you food, I bought you a hamburger I can put in the microwave, and some pink lemonade, it looked good. I bought you choclate too. I want you to be happy with me,' Razzle explained, certain he sounded perfectly reasonable. Ellie stared at him. Silence hung thick in the air, and Ellie bowed his head. He didn't utter a word until Razzle began shaking him roughly.
'You have me tied to a bed! You have me locked in a room as a prisoner! You will never make me happy!' Elliot screamed, his voice breaking with the volume, Razzle narrowed his eyes. Anger flooded his system. After he took the trouble to steal from that hooker and buy these nice things, Ellie wasn't even grateful? This needed to be remedied as soon as possible, Razzle decided. He gripped Ellie's face hard etween his fingers.
'You can't talk to me like that,' he hissed. 'You can't shout at me, I'm the boss now, not you. You should be happy we're together, we're best friends, you told me you loved me, yiou should be happy!' Razzle's fingers tightened as he spoke, tight enough to leave bruises. Ellie reverted back to crying again. 'You really are a cry baby,' Razzle whispered softly. 'You need me to take care of you and keep you company, I'll make you happy, I'll make this like home and we'll live happily ever after.' Razzle was rambling, hands playing with and tugging at Elliot's hair fervantly. Completely helpless from his tight binds, he lay still. He felt them loosening, being removed, and the cold metal of a blade at his throat. 'I'm untying you so we can play,' Razzle whispered. 'You are not to try and run. The door is locked, we are high up so you can't jump out the window, if you do, you will die. If you try to escape, I will board up the window and it will be dark in here, and I know you wouldn't like that. Lie still, be a good boy,' Razzle's hands moved as he spoke, toching, exploring, fingertips running over the curve of Ellie's shoulder, touching his collar bone, feeling the bumps of his rib cage. Elliot sobbed harder. Razzle dug his nails in and dragged, leaving angry red marks on pale skin, then pressing his lips to them softly, muttering about kissing him better.

The kisses, the touching, the occasional hurting continued for what felt like hours, Ellie had become limp and quiet, only occasionally wincing and crying out when Razzle decided to poke him with the knife, make little knicks that poured blood which he licked, it tasted like metal. All the while, he also touched Ellie in other ways, touching his most private places in ways that only Ellie himself knew how, knowing every little trick that made him harder and harder, Ellie gasped as he was flipped over onto his stomach and feebly struggled. A hand landed hard on his backside and he cried out, Razzle was snickering behind him, Ellie heard the sound of a belt fall to the floor and panicked. Razzle gripped his hip, nails digging in mercilessly. Ellie cried, and protested.

'Razzle what are you doing?'
'Playing...'
'You're going to hurt me a lot if you don't stop, Razzle,'
'But I like it,' the argument was childish and selfish. Ellie felt sick
'Atleast..' his voice was a choked and miserable whisper. 'Atleast finger me first...'
'Don't worry, my precious, I'll do everything you want, it'll be nice.' Ellie felt his cheeks being parted, and something wet and slippery touched him, he cried out in surprise, scrabbled at the covers, but Razzle held him tight and continued to lick, coating the puckered and pink hole with saliva. Slowly, his tongue slid inside, Ellie was panting and squirming, the feeling which was at first strange was now pleasurable and Ellie couldn't seem to help reacting. Razzle noticed that Ellie was very slowly, in very tiny movements, rubbing the head of his arousal against the bed. Rqazzle slid his hand round the other man's waist to touch him, and thrusted his tongue in deeper. His finger followed when his tongue left, long, slender and probing, it slid in and out, and Ellie bit his lip so hard crimson red droplets of blood stained the white pillow case. Another finger joined it and Ellie could feel them work at the muscle, stretching it out, tears still streamed down his face and he felt as though he would be sick, but his stomach was very empty. The worst part was how desperate for release he felt, how good the hand sliding up and down his shaft at the perfect speed felt, how close it was to spraying his load all over the fingers of the man who was about to rape him. Razzle's fingers twisted inside Ellie and caused him to gasp, and then the very tip of one just brushed that spot, the sweetest spot of all, and Ellie cried out, his seed emptying out on Razzle's hand as he dreaded. Spent and crying he fell limp as Razzle used his own sperm to lubricate his length. Razzle picked up Ellie's hips, fingers smearing semen on his hip, and thrust in quickly. One quick movement to sheath himself in the other man's tightness, he didn't wait, he moved fast, pistoning in and out, grunts and strangled moans escaped his lips and he found himself roughly tweakiing Ellie's nipples, squeezing and playing with his cock, elliciting yet more of those filthy and depraved moans from his lips.

'You're so tight... So hot... I love you Ellie,' Razzle whispered in the man's ear. Ellie didn't respond, just pressed his face into the pillow to try and muffle the sounds. Razzle thrusted faster, pulling Ellie's hips back towards him so he went in deeper, Ellie's cock was leaking precum and he was filled with the horrible realisation that he was going to cum again, infact, he knew Razzle was intent on making him cum again, like another strange sign of triumph. In the last moments, Razzle flipped Ellie over, still holding his hips up, and Ellie stared up at this nightmare, beautiful smooth skin, shining hair, the almost perfect body, and the wild eyes that accompanied. Fingers slid up and down his shaft faster in rhythm to the thrusts and he gave in, falling limp and crying out loud as his own sticky juices splattered his stomach. He stiiffened, tightened, and Razzle finally allowed himself to orgasm, though he was fairly quiet, just moaning softly to himself. Razzle wasted no time, however, and pulled away quickly to bind Ellie back up again, legs wobbled beneath him and he panted as he did it. Ellie struggled, but it was feeble, his spirit seemed crushed and his body tired. When Ellie was sufficiently restrained, Razzle climbed back onto the bed and curled his arms around the other man, resting his head on his chest.
'I love you, Ellie,' Razzle whispered. Ellie stared up at the ceiling. Time to start acting rationally. Time to work on escaping.
'I love you too, Razzle.'