The Obsession

Chapter Two


If I Can't Have You...

Lee is a lot heavier then he looks, and for I moment I consider smacking the shit out of him to wake him up. At least that way he can walk up the stairs by himself. But, knowing this is all pure fantasy and that I need to live in reality, I continue to drag his unconscious body up to the second floor. Upon reaching the top, I glance around to see what the nearest room is. I can't help but snicker when I see the door to the left ajar, exposing a pink and purple splattered room. His sister's was closest and would be absolutely perfect.

I let him drop to the floor like a sack potatoes and kick the door open all the way. I took a quick moment to push all the cutesy stuffed animals and pillows off the bed before going back to Lee. In a matter of five minutes I had him undressed and secured to the bed. He still hadn't come to yet, and was beginning to think I'd need to pour ice water over his head when I heard a soft groan.

There we go.

I couldn't start my own little party without the guest of honor.

It's fun to watch his eyes slowly open and adjust, then widen with horror and rage as it all comes back to him. Then there's the special moment, the icing on the cake when he realizes he is now naked and tied to his dead sister's bed. “What the fuck?!” He shouts, voice quivering.

Grey eyes shoot razor sharp daggers at me. Well, my blades are sharper than that, bitch. I was hoping I wouldn't have to use the damn duct tape, but I realize now that I have no choice. Lee lives in White Suburbia, and all this shouting and crying for help will definitely cause his neighbors alarm. When he notices the tape in my hand, naturally he screams louder in one last ditch effort to get help that will not come. “Shut the fuck up already.” I snap as I secure the tape across his lips. It's a shame I had to cover them up. Lee always had nice dick-sucking lips. Guess I won't get to enjoy them in my last hoorah. When I finish he glares at me all teary-eyed. Now comes the part I was waiting for.

“I saw the two of you fucking, you know.” I can't help the acid in my tone. Just thinking about what I saw that day put me into a sour mood. Well, an even more sour mood.

He grows very still at that, eyes widening in what looks like a mixture of fear and shock. “You're such a fucking slut; giving him something that belonged to me.” Before I know it my voice is growing louder and louder, but I don't care. “I was your first, Lee! And you were mine! I thought that fucking meant something! How could you fucking leave me like that and give yourself away to that jock asshole?!” I'm screaming now, all the anger and resentment exploding like an atom bomb in his room. Lee trembles like a frightened little girl. His chest rose and fell at a quick pace, which reminds me of the panic attacks he told me he was prone to getting. I feel a twinge of delight knowing the tape on his mouth is making his breathing labor even more. The cunt.

A pleasant thought occurs to me, then. “You know what? I should pay a visit to our favorite quarterback when I'm finished here. It'd be fun to cut his offending appendage off and let him slowly bleed out somewhere.” I tease him, loving the way his face turns white; almost as white as mine. I back-hand him across the face though when he starts shaking his head “no” violently. How dare he show so much damn concern for this dumb shit he fucked maybe once or twice? I know Lee hadn't seen him for that long after he dumped me. He barely knew the guy. I was his fucking boyfriend of a year for Christ's sake. He leaves me one day out of the blue, the only fucking person I could say I “loved”, the only person in my world I gave a shit about and he left me. Well, I don't give a shit anymore. Now my pleasure can only be found in his pain and suffering.

He has the nerve to look hurt; angry. Just for that I punch him in the face. He's whimpering now, trying to scoot away but being bound isn't helping much. I run my hands up and down his sides; brush my fingers across his stomach. Now fear turns to dread. He knows what's going through my mind. I played with his cock a little, just enough to get him hard. His face flushes hotly at my touch. I always could play his body like a well acquainted instrument.

Next I push his legs up and back until I see that hot little hole of his, just begging for what's to come. As I dig around in my pocket for a condom and lube Lee gets desperate. He understands the significance of the condom the moment he sees it. The thrashing and kicking is useless, and I just laugh when he finally sinks into the bed with defeat. He knows he's going to die here, just like this. You see, we never used condoms. I'm using the condom to hide evidence from the crime scene and he knows it. This is the last time we'll ever fuck.

I feel a twinge of pain at that, but Lee has forced my hand on this. It's his own damn fault I have to go this far. He was the one who left. I told him once that if I couldn't have him, neither could any other guy. I guess he thought I was playing.

I really didn't want to finger fuck him to make it better on his end, but if I wanted to get my cock in there at all it would need to be stretched somewhat. So I apply lube to three fingers, catching his terrified eyes as I slip my index inside. Lee clenches his eyes shut in response.

“Aww, come on now Lee. Let me see those pretty eyes.” I taunt him as I add a second finger. He's trembling and sweating all over, but his hard-on remains plastered to his stomach. I didn't realize he was such a kinky bitch. We could have had so much fun with that...

When I enter a third and jab right into his prostate, his body jerks and eyes roll to the back of his head. I purposely hit that spot the next few times as I slowly open him up, causing him to writhe and shake his head. I'm so damn hard now watching his reluctant need that my pants are way too damn unconfortable. I take that as a cue to move on. His ass is used to me enough by now anyway. The absence of my fingers seems to snap him back to reality; his eyes have gone back to pleading with me again. He should know me enough by now to know that once I start something, I ALWAYS finish it.

When I get my pants undone and cock quickly covered I grab his hips with bruising force and slam my full length into him at once. I'd never done that before, always trying to be considerate and please him, and it felt so fucking good I threw my head back and groaned. “Fuck yeah.” I said, words coming out like a growl as I begin a fast and deep pace. His back is arched like I've never seen before, arms tense as he pulls pitifully at the restraints. I grab his shaking head and force him to look at me as I pound him. “This is happening, bitch. I'm the one doing this to you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.” He glared at me with pure hatred. Like I care at this point.

I wish I could feel his silky, tight ass without the condom one last time, but I can't risk it. I already can feel my orgasm approaching fast, the whole situation is turning me on way too much. I want to lick, suck and bite his flesh all over, but I don't want to leave any saliva behind, which bums me out. But whatever, at least I was the last one to fuck him. Not that meat-headed prick. I continue to dig my fingers into his slim hips as I pound faster, harder until my release approaches. Then, I pull out my switchblade. His eyes are closed so tight he doesn't notice; so lost deep inside the place he's run away to that when I take a fist full of hair and yank his head back, he looks completely startled. “You're going to die now, with my cock deep inside you, where it belongs. I'm going to be the last thing you feel when you slip away.” I let that information sink in, enjoying the look of horror that passes over his face.

Then I slice open his throat.

He clenches so hard on my dick after that I immediately cum inside of him. I ride my release out as I watch the blood rapidly flow from his neck. The strange gurgling noises from his wound are music to my ears. I stay inside his body as I watch him bleed to death. It's strange to see so much blood come out of someone in real life.

Eyes eyes begin to dull, struggling comes to a stop. Then I realize there's no life left at all. Lee is dead. The knowledge fills me with a bittersweet, twisted joy.

“So long, Lee.”

I carefully pull out of his still warm hole, mindful of the full contents of the rubber. I tie the end of it and stuff it into my hoodie's pockets along with my bloody knife. I move fast, now. It's time to get the fuck out of here while everything is still going smoothly. I take one last, long glance at Lee staring blankly at the ceiling; blood sluggishly oozing from his throat. I taken him all in, knowing this is the last time I will ever see him. I hate the moment of weakness that comes over me when I feel regret. He was a fucking dirty whore and deserved what he got. I'm about to leave the room when an idea comes over me. I go over to where his clothes hamper is and pull a pair of worn boxers and t-shirt from the dirty clothes. A little something to remember him by. I wanted something full of his smell.

I swiftly stuff the clothes inside my sweater and take a look at the time. Apparently, time does fly when you're having fun. I had been here an hour already, and knew guests for his kid brother's party would start arriving at any time now. I hurried out the room and down the stairs, heading toward the back door the I entered the house from. I paused when I walked by a table that had a family portrait displayed in the center. I smiled.

One more souvenir.

As I ran through the thick trees behind Lee's house, clutching my bundle of goodies under my hoodie, I decided tomorrow I would pay a visit to that jock Lee left me for. It's not like I promised I wouldn't hurt him. One thing I learned in this past year is that promises were meant to be broken anyway. Just like this asshole's face was going to be.

I can't wait to see the news once my wrath is finished.