Stalker Chronicles - Dark Fiction

Chapter 3 (warning character death)

Rick stares at the twisted message again making his way to the back of the building quickly locating a broken door that led to a stairwell. He wonders if anyone is there, vagrants or drug dealers anyone who he may convince to help him and his brother.

The stairwell has a strong musty smell, a faint squeak and scurrying sound cause him to take two-step at the same time. He hates rats and this damp dark place seems the perfect breeding ground for them. One flight up he started worrying, the stairwell has large multi-paned windows on each level, even with most of the glass broken, the entire frame missing on the second level, covered with broken four by four boards. Rick knew this northern stairwell would be pitch-black soon.

“Shit, I’m not going back now I got to get Sam out of here.” So he continued to the third floor, glancing in a hall off the landing the place appeared to be the remains of a sleazy motel; cursing the uninhabited building, he proceeded to the next floor.

Reaching the final level the landing is smaller with a single door. Covering the door and wall is a macabre graffiti. Depicting a wide-open mouth mural the tongue lolling out obscenely, he did not find the irony amusing. He grabbed the leaver door handle only to instantly pull away staring at his hand. Some slippery substance flickered on his fingers in the dim light. Rick wiped his hand over his pant leg his face twisted in disgust forcing the thought of semen out of his mind and then used the end of his shirt to open the door.

The stench on this upper level caught Rick off guard. The building has a foul air although this particular level smells rotted the wet weeping type writhing in corruption crawling with the consumers of decay, death. The thought made his stomach clench painfully, dry heaves shaking his body making his knees weak. He fought to suppress the nausea a retching clip escaped his throat despite his efforts; he swallowed hard holding his breath, until the dizziness subsides.
Determined not to give in he covered his mouth and nose with his forearm peering in the dark level cautiously stepping forward. The dim illumination from the stairwell provided little assistance. He jumped cringing against the doorframe a small yelp escaped his gasping mouth at the sudden sound of scratches and rustling from nearby. His stomach tightened in fear, he paused taking several deep breaths of the foul air to steady his nerves, feeling the darkness close in on him. Rick focused on Sam, his little brother is here, and in danger.

Several moments passed, his eyes began to adjust to the dark, and then he noticed a dark window on the right at the end of the hall. It appeared covered in boards, cracks of natural light peeking between the seams. Rick glanced at his watch; the luminous face revealed he has barely ten minutes to get to the room. Placing a hand on the wall as a guide, he made his way to that end window. After several slow steps, he quickened his pace; his fingers scraped over peeling paint and chipped damp drywall. The odor from one room about four doors from his destination assaulted his senses, the source the degusting stench. Screwing up his face and pressing his arm harder over his nose and mouth Rick hurried past focusing the end of the hall and the dark window. Panting he reached, the door to see an index card shoved in the cracking surface.

**Do not speak look left**

Rick glanced at the boarded and broken framing a wide dust covered ledge under the window held a neatly folded bundle. He scowled at the first item a black leather mask that would fit completely over his head and zip up in the back. He hesitated a moment longer then quickly striped and slipped on the dark outfit, feeling panic at what Sam must be enduing at this moment. Completely dressed in the mask, leather shorts with a button cup front covering his manhood, a leather vest, and fingerless gloves he opened the door hopeful to find his brother safe.

That thought vanished completely the moment he noticed his brother. The room shrouded in dark shadows appeared bright after the endless darkness from the hall. Placed on decaying broken furniture and scattered crates and boxes several wide candles, the flaming light revealed a horrid sight.

His brother on a filthy mattress his wrist cuffed over his head to a rusty iron headboard. Sam’s stringy hair spilled over his down cast face, beyond his crooked arm Rick can see a dirty rag tied over his eyes. He stepped closer pressing a hand to his mouth to keep from calling out, the bluish light from a computer screen painted his little brother in a ghostly light. Sam’s ankles wrapped in gray duck tape, his bare legs covered in several pale bruises bent at the knee in a fetal position, and odd buzzing noise mixed with Sam’s shallow breaths. A pale not wire stretched from the back of his neck across the dingy mattress disappeared in the splintered cracked wall. Rick frowned staring at the wire it resembled the type used on weight machines.

He grit his teeth, then swallowed hard, glancing around the room trying to see a way out, his hand numb from his death grip on the Sam’s laptop. Finally, he turned his attention to the large screen laptop, on the screen that dam game thread. The screen blinks every few seconds as if it were refreshing the information constantly. Rick set Sam’s computer next to the other lifting the screen, a new message in his notification mailbox; he hissed through the confining mask glancing back at his brother. Suddenly a pop-up bubble appears notifying him of a new message, now he has two notifications, this new one from the freak.

Finding it difficult to breath in the leather mask Rick pulled the zipper mouthpart open, gasping in the foul air his hands trembling he clicked the link. Rick swore biting his tongue silently reading the message again then closing it and turning to his brother, it seems as though he is sleep. Sam’s face looks pale with bluish bruises on the edges of the dingy cloth fasten tightly over his eyes. A red open mouth gag pushed in his mouth, preventing him from closing his jaw. Dried blood crusted around the edges of his cracked lips. Rick reached a hand forward. Sam hissed recoiling, whimpering, and attempting to speak.

Rick pulled back quickly realizing his brother was not sleeping but listening. The gagging pleas became more coherent the longer Rick listens.

“Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone please.”

Rick felt his heart break in a thousand pieces, he wants to comfort his brother but the ‘freak’ is watching he will cooperate for now, to save his brother he must. Lifting Sam’s computer again he moves it to a cracked table near the foot of the bed, lifting the lid and opening the web cam on the tool bar. The miniature image of the room filled the screen a link to accept a view appeared. Ricks hand pauses he dose not want this seen, his eyes flicked to the large system by the bed, and then the wire noose around his brother neck, his breath hisses through the leather material, as he accepts the link. A miniature animation of a dark hooded figure appears on the screen, next to the name ‘Chris’. Then an instant message pops up, Rick swallows hard, reading:

**Chris: Let the game begin.**

Sam whines louder, rocking slowly back and forth on the bed while Rick makes his way back toward the larger system and the thread. ‘This is sick I can’t believe the bastard.’ Rick thought reaching over and clicking the key activating sound system a deep computer generated voice chirps out. Rick knew the program designed for the blind will read anything on the screen, the dim candle glow reflects off the built in camera lens he could also see a miniature image of himself and Sam on one side of the screen so as not to block the text.

*“The game begins now: Seme takes a long look at his victim, planning how to proceed...”

Rick stares, Sam cries louder panting he shifts so he lay on his back, and his legs spread revealing a cock ring around his reddened erection. His brother blinks his mouth goes dry.

*“Seme turns off vibrator in ukes' ass leaving the plug in place...”

He gasps and then moves quickly to not only turn off but remove the buzzing sex toy as well; he chastised himself for not recognizing the sound before. Rick places one hand on his brother’s thigh to reach for the barely visible instrument. Sam flinches at his touch, and then tries to jerk away as the computers mechanical deep voice spit out another command.

*“Uke did not like being touched by seme, he tries to resist.”

Sam wails louder, incoherent again in his panic, Rick did not know how to help his brother remain calm. The computer voice echoes throughout the room.

*“Seme got angry he will punish the uke as he pulls the mask off uke...”

Quickly, almost eagerly, Rick pulls the blind fold off behind his own mask sweat and tears and a smile, he breathes heavily at the site of the honey brown eyes, catching himself before he said a word.

*“Uke pleads with his masked abductor with his terror filled eyes...”

Caressing his brothers' cheek, Rick notices a subtle change in his eyes. However, before he determined if the silent message has reached his brother two things happen. The computers mechanical voice echoes darkly.

*“Seme punishes uke for not submitting by choking him...”

Ricks head snaps to the screen to see the freak has post the message. The words wash over him without real meaning he would never hurt his brother and he did not intend to do so because that sick freak wants him too. The sound of swooshing sound snapped his head back to his brother. The noose around his neck tightens causing Sam face to darken, his eyes bulging in their sockets. Rick opens his mouth to scream when it suddenly loosens, Sam chokes gasping around the open mouth gag, mucus and blood shoting out his nose, while he fought for air.

*“Uke looks pleadingly at seme begging for forgiveness…”

*“Seme moves away from uke until he is told to touch him...”

Rick leaps off the bed, immediately staring at his brothers’ bloodshot eyes and the tears sliding freely down his temples. Trying to suppress his despair Rick put his hands over his head, crouching down clenching his jaw.

*“Uke wants to cooperate so he doesn’t get punished...”

Sam stops gasping his head moving from side to side then focusing on Rick, his eyes vacant and sad. Rick stood walking slowly back over to his brother turning off the vibrator, his hands trembling, he tried not to touch the glossy pale skin.

*“Seme gives uke something to preoccupy that naughty mouth whipping out his rock hard shaft...”

His brother shook his head his eyes pleading, as more tears welled inside them rolling down into the damp hair over his ears. He could hear the voice spiting out commands and the dark face over him shrouded in a horrific black mask. The bastard kept licking his lips and baring his teeth, even terrified he did not want a cock in his mouth, but the idea of that collar strangling him even more terrifying. Sam stop shaking his head, holding still to endure the torture no matter how long it lasted he squeezed his eyes shut. What he did not expect was a thick wet tongue pushing into his mouth.

Sam felt his eye roll back in his head the heavy scent of leather intoxicating and that tongue licking the roof of his mouth. The deviants leather shrouded lips rubbed over his chapped gapping mouth, Sam felt the males wet muscle wrap around his sucking hard on his open mouth then trembled pulling Sam’s tongue out casting light on the shiny pink flesh. Sam could feel the heat of his capture emulating through the leather fabric as he braced his hands on either side of the bed not touching anything other than his tongue.

Sam opened his eyes; the mask obscured all of the males’ features, the dark material made it impossible to see his tormentor’s eyes. The younger brother fought not to give into the sensation of that suckling tongue, neither seemed to be paying much attention to the chirping computer. To his horror, Sam felt his hips jerk forward, and the Seme released him quickly. He still hovered staring through his dark eyes sockets breathing hard through the zipper opening.

*“Uke liked getting that tongue in his mouth he begged for more...”

*“Seme wanted to make sure uke knew his place, a quick spanking is in order...”

The large brown eyes closed he leaned over until his ass pointed at the monitor his face buried in the rough bedding. If he had faced his tormentor he would have seen the indecision, but after less than a minute, a stinging slap hit his bottom driving the vibrator deeper painfully. Sam wailed gasping and crying another lands, just as hard ringing thought out the small room. During his cries, he did not notice the deviant remove the vibrator or how the hand now rubbed his ass after every other slap.

*“Uke consents to his punishment accepting the delicious gift of cock in his mouth...”

Rick quickly took off the mouth gag only allowing his hand to pat Sams’ face briefly. The pained look on his brother face as he closed his mouth tore at his heart but Rick knew the freak would strangle his brother again if he did not cooperate. Allowing a few more seconds to flex his aching jaw, Rick pulled open his mouth and forced his dripping erection inside his brother’s mouth. Sam gages as he feels vomit rise in the back of his throat. The salty substance coating his tongue as the cocks head touches his uvula.

Sam throat closed his tormentor pulling the large cock out, allowing him to swallow, then eases the hard flesh back far enough that Sam can smell the scent of cherry blossoms and vanilla in the course black pubic hair. His eyes snaps open staring at the leather-clad face, with wonder. Instead of humping on his face, the male was holding it in place, for a few seconds then that hand coxing him gently to submit.

Sam knew from his own delves into S&M that the sadist never shows kindness unless it is through pain. He also knew that the one person he ever wanted to have his own sexual adventure with had the same scent. The cock pushed in again, this time Sam instead gapping his mouth wide he closed his tongue and lips around the swollen erection, sucking as hard, hoping this would be the start of him getting out of this situation alive. Allowing images to flow in his mind that replaced this dark figure with the person he desired most.

Rick gasped then hissed pumping his hips on Sams deep sucking mouth. ‘He feels so good.’ Rick grab his brothers’ shoulders thrusting him back, part of his mind following the constant orders from the electronic voice, the other side falling deeper in the void of his own lust. He growled feeling his explosion approaching, f***ing his brothers face, and Sam sucking with unbelievable skill his gasping moans feed the need for Rick to take more.

*“Seme stops, releasing uke and grabbing ukes erection in a tight fist…”

With great effort, Rick pulled his fiery erection from the sucking mouth, his hand pausing briefly to stroke the red corners of Sams’ lips. Crouching on his knees, and staring at his little brother with lust and humiliation, Sam whimpered in a low voice. Ricks heart rose in his throat as his brothers raspy words clarified.

“Please, please I’ll do what you say please...”

Rick covered his face horrified at their circumstances and disgusted with himself for his own desire to take Sam, he started to whimper, one wet grunt escaped his throat when he heard the swooshing sound of the collar. Sam gurgled on his words then stop breathing his face rapidly turning a violent red. Rick stood on the bed grabbing the heavy gauge wire pulling it with his powerful arms screaming.

“Don’t do this you mother f***er! Stop! Do not! I will f*** him!” winding his hand around the wire, it dug in his skin the leather gloves protecting his palms but he felt several fingernails bend back as he fought to get a better grip. The computer chirped and Rick heaved back with all his strength he tries to hold the slipping wire.

*“Uke dies because seme won’t play fair...”

Rick screamed Sam gagged his eyes rolling in his head; the last word he hears is Richard pleading not to kill my brother.

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Cindy smoothed the edges of her apron then walked over laying a complimentary newspaper for her customer. “Good morning, what will it be, oh are you traveling?” she suggestively flicked her honey blonde hair, and licked her lips, seeing two things a thick wallet and an expensive laptop computer.

Tossing his auburn hair back he glanced quickly at her nametag lifting the newspaper, “Well Cindy I am, got some people I want to meet in Texas, been going across country, I may stay in Europe or Canada for while, and Cindy you can get me the house special and coffee straight and hard like me.” Flashing perfect teeth, he settled in to read a bizarre story of a man who killed his brother during a sadistic masochistic encounter of an extreme nature. “This is something, did you read it?” He stared pleasantly at the server; his eyes so brown they almost looked red.

“Yes, the sick SOB killed himself afterwards jumped off the roof or something. People are crazy, the kid was just seventeen.” Her wide blue eyes jumped between the newspaper and her handsome customer.

“I agree Cindy, some people really need to learn how the world works you never know who you might meet. I am road tired do you know a place where I can crash.”

Cindy blinked, glanced over her shoulder, and then casually passed him a note, blushing.

He read the note slowly a sneak smirk settled on his full lips then stared in her bright eyes while he slowly folded the note. “One condition, do you have internet I got to check my site.”

The Nightmare continues….

[TBC?]
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