Erotic Fiction

I let him wash up after he gained enough strength to stand up and take a shower. He was caked with dirt and blood and I found it only right to give him that luxury. He was, after all, a guest in my house. While he was taking his shower and screaming like an injured kitten (soap in gaping wounds hurts quite a bit), I was allowed to sit alone with my thoughts. It was for the power and glory I wanted. That is all. I couldn’t turn back now, though most of me screamed “turn back! Turn back and run!” This was hard for me. I didn’t want to be the prey of this pipsqueak. I had to find a way to turn the tables before my masculinity was shredded from me.
He walked back in, towel wrapped around his torso. He said “no time like the present” and let the towel drop. I looked away as a knee-jerk reaction. I looked back at him and steeled myself before I leaned forward, coming closer to his face. I thought, “It’s just like kissing a girl, nothing more. I hesitated and he took a hold of my hair, pulling me closer, kissing me with passion. The point of no return had been breached. I finally clicked into my usual self and kissed back. He started leaning into me. I knew he was still weak from the blood loss. I grinned, knowing that he was weak. Weakness is something I know quite well, and I could use it to my advantage. I picked him up and took him to the bedroom, my intentions now were clear to myself. This is for the good of my aspirations, nothing more. I set him down in my bed and pulled a blindfold from the box of many different torture implements I had under my bed. I kicked the box back under, letting him hear the familiar clink and rustle of chains and leather. He was just as familiar with it as I am, or so it seemed, because he flinched. He had a bit of fear in his eyes as I put the blindfold on him.
“Do I detect a hint of fear? I told you before and I’ll tell you again, I won’t do anything with your ass. I’m a man of my word. This is a different experience for me, and with that, I’ll treat you unlike all the others. I won’t kill you.” The chill of my voice even rattled my nerves.
“Tell me, I’ve never been in this situation before, so what does one man do with another?” as I got undressed. I looked over at his prostrate naked form on my bed and grimaced. A man. Ugh. He didn’t answer even after I started stroking him as I would myself. A slow pace and a firm grip. “Answer me.”
“I’m not gonna coach you. Come on, this is my first time playing the victim, surprise me.” He said, humor in his voice. That was it. I snapped. From his penis to his neck in .05 seconds, flew my hand.
“Playing?” I growled. He scratched at my arm as I clenched his windpipe. “Playing? I do not PLAY. This is not FUN for me. This is not a GAME.” Apollonios’ blindfold was coming undone and I could see his eyes pleading with me. I loosened my grip slightly.
“You’re a coward, underneath that crude and strong exterior. You can act like a fuckoff all you want, but I’ve boiled you down and now I see you for what you are. You’re weak, willing. You show no resistance because you think this is a GAME.” I grabbed the arm whose shoulder wasn’t injured. “Perhaps I WILL break one of my promises, treat you like you want to be treated.” I glared down at him, all resemblance to a nice guy that I once was faded away.
“Please, I’m sorry,” He pleaded with me, “Just do what you want, I’ve been a complete dick.” I was dead to his pleas. I kissed him roughly, handling like him as I had handled hundreds of women.
“You like this.” I looked at him with disgust. “You like the feeling of another man giving you pleasure.”
“What’s wrong with that?” He said. I ignored him.
“You’ve no doubt heard of the downtown rapist? The killer of many nameless, faceless women. Sometimes two or three a night.” I started stroking him once more, quickly, firmly. \"You’ve no doubt have seen it on the television or read it in the newspaper. Wondering what kind of monster would be able to do that sort of thing. What sort of Beast was taking those poor innocent lives.” And a connection in his mind was made. He finally realized who, what, I am. His fear grew.
“Now you know my secret,” I said, continuing my fast pace on his phallus. “I want no secrets between us if this is to be an arrangement. You’re weak now, but that won’t always be the case. You’re my masterpiece, my lucky find, and I want there to be complete respect between us. We’re equals. Do you understand?” I said as I slid down the bed.
“I won’t tell anyone” Apollonios whimpered. I growled, my breath grazing the shaft of his penis.
“That is NOT what I asked” my lips gently brushing against the head. “Promise me.”
“I… I promise.” He stammered. I enveloped his cock with my mouth. Good, I thought. I am getting the better end of the deal here.
I then saw him arch his back and heard the faint tearing of sutures. Blood streamed from his wound. It quenched my bloodlust, seeing him bleed. I sat up. “Perhaps this will teach you to be nicer to well meaning strangers.” I said as I took his leg and arm in my clutches. I turned him over. “However… this is FAR too enticing.” I said as I ran my fingers between the crevice of his butt cheeks. He whimpered and buried his face into the bed sheets, apparently bracing himself for what he thought was to come next. I could almost envision him crying. I chuckled at the thought.
“But I am a man of my word.” I flipped him back around. His blindfold had come undone and was hanging on his nose. He was comically frightened.
“I will, however ask one thing of you.” I said, grazing his lips with my fingers, smiling wickedly.
“What do you want of me?” he asked with a slight whimper.
“ What do you think?” I grinned as I reached behind my bed stand, unlocking the safe behind it and grabbing out the knife that has killed so many of my prey. He winced, and looked in abject terror as he saw what I produced from behind his back.
“This is the most crucial part. I don’t want any teeth. None, got it? I will finish you off once I’ve had my fun.” I whispered. I guided my penis to his mouth, the hand with the knife in it guiding his head. He hesitated as he felt the knife scrape against the nape of his neck.
“Easy now,” I said, “No need to be hesitant, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” and he finally got to the point and started. Expertly wrapping his lips around, licking and lapping. I admit, this was enjoyable, but only because of his prowess and the fact that I had gone from being the prey into the predator once more. I groaned and arched my back, giving him praise. Within a few moments, I was spent. He swallowed. I threw my knife across the room, burying it into one of my posters. I mustered what gratitude I could and ran my hand through his hair. “Very good. You’re very good indeed. Now for my gift to you.” And I went down on him once more.
I let him enjoy himself, gave him his pleasure, and let him feel slightly better about things. When he was finished, I spat out his semen and walked out to get the first aid kit once more. He was bleeding still.
When I came back, I fixed him up. We had small talk. And I admitted one thing I wouldn’t have admitted hours ago. I enjoyed that.
“It doesn’t prove a thing.” I said as I left him to sleep.