Animus
Chapter 2
Stephen sat alone on his large upper deck, smoking a cigarette and swirling his
forgotten drink absentmindedly in his hand. The ice cubes chinked against the
sides of the glass, lending a pleasing rhythmic background to Stephen's
thoughts. The girl was radiantly beautiful. The sight of her writhing sweating
body bound to that bed while Brandon whipped her kept replaying itself over and
over in his head.
He'd wanted to take her right then and there. He still wanted to. The knowledge
that she lay just below the house, bound, naked and completely helpless taunted
him, tickled at his desire. Not yet, though. He needed to do everything just
right.
He could hear footsteps approaching through the living room. Brandon was
finished downstairs and was coming to find Stephen, as Stephen had instructed.
"Everything is done, Sir, just like you asked." Brandon hesitated in the doorway
leading to the deck, and then began slowly walking toward Stephen, his eyes cast
downward in respect.
"Wait," Stephen commanded, "stand right there, I want to look at you for a
moment." Brandon was angelically beautiful. God, Stephen thought, I don't even
deserve this creature. He let his gaze lazily wander over Brandon's face, over
his soft blond hair, his large, round, light blue eyes with those lushly thick
eyelashes, and his soft, sensual, almost feminine lips. He wanted to bite at
those lips until Brandon cried out in pain. He wanted to make them bleed, and
then kiss away the blood. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants for what
seemed like the thousandth time tonight.
Then his gaze dropped down to take in his youthful body. He was thin, but not
skinny. His shoulders were just wide enough to give a hint of masculine strength
without being overpowering, his arms and legs were long and gracefully muscular.
Brandon had a way of carrying himself that shouted sensuality. He was masculine,
but in a sexually feminine sort of way. The combination roused Stephen's lust
like nothing else could.
"Come here," Stephen finally said, pointing to the floor directly in front of
him. Brandon quickly strode to the place he'd pointed, and knelt down in front
of him.
"Brandon, do you remember your first night here?" Stephen reached out a hand and
began stroking Brandon's hair.
"Of course I do, Sir. I was a homeless kid and you took me in... taught me what
I was - what I am.."
"Yes, that's right. But we both know it wasn't so benevolent as that sounds.
Tell me what it was that turned you around. I want to hear you tell me why you
look at me so lovingly now."
"Because I'm yours, Sir, I, uh, you taught me to love you. It-it's hard to put
words to it."
"You're doing well so far. Keep going. I want to hear how you see it."
"Okay, well," Brandon began again, taking a deep breath, his eyes glazing over a
bit as he thought back, remembering his first weeks here at Stephen's house.
"After a long time of torment, being blindfolded and not knowing what was going
on and being so afraid, I was just desperate for human contact, for anything.
And then you came and your face was so kind, and you kissed my welts, and when
you spoke, your voice was so soothing, I just couldn't help but feel like you
saved me from some kind of hell.
And I loved you almost instantly. All I wanted at that moment was to make you
love me, so you'd never go away."
"Ah, and do you still feel that now?" Stephen asked in a low quiet voice.
Leaning down and cupping Brandon's chin in his hand, he looked him in the eye.
With his other hand he reached down and took one of Brandon's nipples between
his thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze it, rolling it back and forth. A
small sigh escaped Brandon's lips as he gazed up at Stephen.
"Yes," he whispered in a breathy voice, "yes I still feel that way now. I'd do
anything for you."
"I know, Brandon," Stephen leaned forward more, and kissed Brandon deeply, his
tongue exploring the youth's warm inviting mouth.
"You've proven it tonight with this new one downstairs," he continued after
finally pulling away, "I'm very, very pleased with you, Brandon."
Brandon smiled a soft smile, feeling warm and giddy from Stephen's approval. He
adored Stephen. More than adored him. He belonged to Stephen completely. He had
every opportunity to leave if he so choose, but he could not even imagine it.
This - this life with this man - was everything to him.
"Thank you, Sir," he finally managed quietly with a warm smile.
Stephen stood then, gesturing for Brandon to do the same, and began walking back
inside the house.
"Let's go to the bedroom for the night, Brandon. I expect our little one
downstairs will sleep until the morning, yes?"
"Yes, I expect so," Brandon answered, following on Stephen's heel as they made
their way through the house and toward the bedroom.
Brandon was afraid. But his fear excited him almost as much as the pain.
He struggled now to keep his legs from giving out as they quivered beneath him.
His hands were bound tightly behind his head with leather straps, and he knelt
on the floor now, under Stephen's wild gaze. The last hour had been a complete
daze to him. His back and torso were aching. Most likely turning a deep shade of
purple by now, he thought. His legs trembled with the effort of kneeling without
sitting back on his feet. This was how Stephen wanted him, and he believed he
could endure anything to see Stephen pleased. He'd been whipped, then beaten,
then whipped again.
Once, in the middle of it all, Stephen's desire had overcome him. He'd thrown
down the whip and entered Brandon in one swift movement, shoving him forward so
that his face was grinding against the rug. He soon regained his composure
though. With a renewed enthusiasm he fetched his piercing set and went to work
forcing thick needles through Brandon's nipples. When he was finished with that,
he made a tidy row of six needles pierced through the skin on the underside of
Brandon's cock.
That had hurt the most. Brandon screamed and wept, but he loved it. He loved the
euphoric feeling that came with the endorphin rush. He loved the crazed sense of
helplessness that he felt. But most of all he loved the look on Stephen's face.
Stephen was wild with a frenzied passion. He spoke throughout the entire
session, raining kisses on Brandon's face at the same time he tugged on the
needles, thrilling in the tight grimace of pain he could extract from the boy,
telling him to hurt, to hurt for Stephen, to hurt because he loved him, and he
needed it.
But now Stephen wasn't talking.
He was standing in front of Brandon, breathing heavily, a new look on his face
that Brandon hadn't seen before. He seemed to be lost in thought, but his eyes
were glued on Brandon, as Brandon's were on him. His brows knitted together in
concentration. This new mood frightened Brandon more than any of the animated
passionate moods he was used to.
Finally, Stephen spoke, "Get up, Brandon, come here."
Brandon rose on shaky legs and moved toward Stephen slowly, trying not disturb
the needles imbedded painfully in his most sensitive region. As he drew close,
Stephen visibly relaxed and reached out, running his hands over Brandon's
shoulders. Ever so lightly, Stephen kissed Brandon on the cheek, then on the
neck, then the lips. Brandon leaned against his powerful frame, tilting his face
up to accept the kisses. Then he was quietly being led to the bed. Stephen
helped him lay down on his side, and then moved in behind him, stretching to
full length and wrapping his arms around Brandon's torso. He kissed his neck and
releasing Brandon's arms from the restraints, he ran his fingers slowly through
his hair.
Stephen paused for a moment to reach behind him and grab a bottle of lubricant
that he had placed there earlier. He spread a generous amount on his own
throbbing cock and then went back to kissing Brandon's neck and shoulders as he
slowly pushed the head against Brandon's sore opening.
Brandon was in heaven. The awkward moment earlier was forgotten, his full
attention on Stephen. He moaned softly at the light touch of Stephen's lips on
his neck and back, the feeling of Stephen's cock slowly entering him. Then he
felt Stephen's hand reach down and begin tugging gently on the needles that
still lay pierced through his rigid member. He stiffened at the stinging pain,
then relaxed again as the new sensation added to the pleasure from being
entered.
Stephen had entered him fully now and began long slow thrusts in and out,
Brandon moved his hips back to meet him. Stephen pulled on the needles, gently
twisting them in his fingers, eliciting loud moans from Brandon. Stephen's
excitement began to build. He rolled back, pulling Brandon almost on top of him,
one strong arm wrapped around Brandon's chest, holding him tightly as the other
continued it's torment of the fresh and sore piercings. He pulled hard on the
needle closest to the base of Brandon's cock, Brandon screamed, and with another
quick jerk it came free. He moved on to the next one, pulling hard to free it,
while he frantically pumped in and out of Brandon's warm tight ass. Brandon
wailed and panted in pain and ecstasy as he strained to move in rhythm with
Stephen's hips. Finally, the last needle was free. Brandon's cock was slick with
blood. Stephen wrapped his hand around it and began pumping it vigorously in
time with his thrusts. Brandon came almost instantly with a low moan. Stephen
then flipped him over onto his hands and knees and began pounding him furiously
from behind. He grabbed a handful of Brandon's hair and pulled him up onto his
knees, wrapping his arms around him and biting at his neck. He fucked him hard,
both of them risen up on their knees on the bed, Stephen's chest pressed against
Brandon's back, and then he came, yelling Brandon's name, with an explosiveness
that he had never before experienced.
They both collapsed onto the bed. Stephen pulled Brandon into his arms, and ran
his fingers over his back and his hair. Soon they were both deeply asleep.
Stephen stood in the doorway watching Khaley sleep, sipping on a cup of coffee,
and thinking over the events of the night before. This girl's presence was
having an effect on him already. Knowing she was downstairs and helpless had
made him almost lose control with Brandon. For an instant he had stood frozen in
fear, staring down at Brandon with the strongest lust for violence he'd ever
felt flowing through him. At that moment he wanted to gut Brandon slowly. He
wanted to watch Brandon and hold him and feather him with kisses while he
screamed over the most excruciating pain he would ever feel. Even now, the
thought fanned Stephen's passion. He had to get control over himself. Things
hadn't gone too far - yet. He loved Brandon. He had come so close to allowing
his desires to take over last night. The consequences would be devastating. He
couldn't let that happen.
He looked down at the helpless girl laying unconscious on the bed. He took
another drink of his coffee and then entered the room, putting his coffee down
on a table in the corner. He turned and went to stand by the bed. She was so
fragile looking. Her long hair was stringy from perspiration and strands of it
were stuck to her face. The back looked fairly well matted from her struggles of
the night before. She was pale, very pale. But her lips were still a deep shade
of pink. Pretty lips.
After she'd been drugged last night to make her sleep, Brandon had untied her
wrists and ankles, applied an antiseptic ointment where she'd rubbed them raw,
wrapped them in thick bandages, and then tied them back the way they were
before. He left the blindfold where it was. To ensure she wouldn't need to be
moved from the bed in the next couple of days, he'd inserted a catheter. The
catch bag lay down between her legs. The night of drinking had obviously taken
its toll as the bag was almost full. Stephen went back to the cabinet against
the wall where various supplies were kept and went to work changing out the full
bag with a fresh one. While he worked she began to moan and murmur quietly. By
now the drugs should be wearing off. She might wake up anytime.
Stephen toyed with the idea of waking her up, but decided against it, preferring
to explore her without her screaming. There would be enough screaming later
anyway.
Finished with changing the catch bag, he set the full one aside, reminding
himself to dispose of it later. He returned to the bed and sat down beside her,
running his hand up her leg slowly, enjoying the feminine smoothness of shaved
legs. Shaving was too much maintenance for his taste, though. He decided he'd
let all of her body hair grow for a couple of weeks and then wax it all off. The
pussy hair would go today, though. She shaved her bikini line and kept the rest
neatly trimmed, but he preferred naked, hairless skin. He didn't want anything
blocking his view or cushioning the beatings it would inevitably receive.
He decided to wax her now. The idea of her waking up while her pussy hair was
painfully being ripped off of her body made him laugh. Poor thing. She'd be so
terrified, it was delicious. He set to work preparing everything that he would
need.
A few minutes later he sat near her on the bed again, a small table pulled up
along side him with the wax and the small strips he would use. He applied a
generous amount of wax in a line down one side of her mound and pressed a strip
into it firmly. He paused, watching her peacefully sleeping face, then grabbed
the strip and quickly ripped it off of her leaving a line of bare, quickly
reddening skin.
A yell broke from her before she was even fully awake. It only took her moments
to remember the night before and fall once again into a panic. She knew she was
in pain but could not figure out what it was from. Someone was in the room
again. She could hear him moving next to her, only inches from her.
And then a warmth on her crotch, pressure, fingers pressing on her... she
screamed again and tried to arch her back, tried to move away from the figure
seated on the bed next to her. The pain quickly subsided and it hit her that she
was being waxed. She'd had her legs waxed once, but it hurt so bad she decided
to stick to shaving. And oh, god, this man, this stranger that she couldn't even
see was now waxing her most intimate and sensitive parts!
She began to beg and plead with him, screaming, threatening, saying anything she
could think of just to make him stop. He said nothing and continued to remove
her hair calmly and methodically. She kept squirming and wiggling her hips as
much as she could, jerking her body away a few inches each time she felt the
warmth or the hands, but it was useless, it only slowed the process and forced
him to go over some areas a second time.
She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out the pain and humiliation when
he waxed her labia and around her anus. She could feel the cold air on her bare
skin down there, and could feel her face turning red with shame.
How had she gotten herself into this? She should never have moved to this town,
she should have stayed home, living with her parents. Even that was better than
this helplessness at the hands of an unknown stranger. If he would just take the
blindfold off she was sure she would feel so much better. She would still be
afraid, but at least everything wouldn't be entirely unexpected. She suddenly
felt it was imperative that she see the face of her captor. She needed to know
who was doing this to her.
"Please, whoever you are," she began, "please can you take off the blindfold?
Please, I won't tell anyone what you look like if you're worried about that, I
promise, I won't, I just..." she began sobbing helplessly. She cried for several
minutes, pleading between her sobs. But the stranger didn't make a sound. It
felt like he was rubbing cream on her now exposed and sore skin. But he did it
in complete silence.
"Please," she said again, quietly, "this would be so much easier if I could
see...please." But he ignored her.
Stephen then walked over to the cabinet, looking over the shelf that contained
the various toys and devices that he planned to use on this girl. She was
whimpering and pleading with him, but he just grinned and shook his head. She
had no idea. She'd be wearing that blindfold for quite awhile. He wasn't
concerned about her ability to identify him. That wasn't the point at all. He
had no intention of letting her leave this house until she completely gave
herself over to him. The point of the blindfold was purely psychological. He
wanted her feeling of helplessness to be complete. And he didn't want her
knowing who was beating her. When he did this with Brandon, he didn't have
anyone to help him. But now, he had Brandon's help. He intended to experiment
with a new element of the psychology this time. Letting her see their faces
would ruin the whole experiment.
He finished looking over the items on the shelf and chose a black riding crop.
Perfect for getting to know that beautiful bare pussy of hers. He took it with
him to the foot of the bed and looked down at her. She was laying completely
still, shaking and crying, but no longer pleading with him over the blindfold.
Her cunt was bright red now and puffy from the waxing that it just received. Oh,
this crop was really going to smart, he thought to himself, trying to not to
laugh out loud. Then he brought it down hard between her legs. It smacked
directly on her clitoris. She stiffened up and let out the loudest scream he'd
heard from her yet. Without pause he brought it down again, this time harder,
trying to find out just how loud she could scream. Her back was arching with the
pain. He could tell she was seized with it, unable to do anything but scream,
and he was pleased he wouldn't have to listen to her pleading again. He didn't
really care much for the pleading, but god he loved the screaming and writhing.
A few more good whacks, some lengthy screams, and Stephen was satisfied that he
and her pussy were sufficiently acquainted. He replaced the crop on the shelf,
and without a word, he left the room. As he made his way down the hall and up
the stairs, he could hear her loud sobbing. He closed the door at the top of the
stairs, and the room was engulfed in quiet. The soundproofing between those
rooms and the rest of this house was perfect.
Satisfied, he made for the kitchen. Time for a good breakfast, and then he would
sit down and figure out what he planned to do next with his new toy.
END CHAPTER TWO
Chapter Three coming soon....
