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I eased off and took a step back. “He shouldn’t have seen that,” I said quietly, “and that’s my fault, I’m sorry, but—”

Sam’s kiss stopped my words and the fumes alone from the amount of beer he’d drunk could have self-combusted us both. I instantly pushed him off. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s what you fags like, right?” There was a lot of hatred in there. “To turn us straights.” He called me out with both hands. “Well, come on then—fucking try it on—try and—”

After spinning him around, I pushed him up against the lamppost and pulled his arm behind his back. “I’ve had a real shit night, Sam, and I’ve really not got the time nor patience to deal with your inner-battles-over-sexuality bollocks, not without ripping your fucking head off.” I pushed away. “Look at me.”

Sam didn’t move, so I took the choice out of his hands and pulled him around to face me.

“I said fucking look.” He did, and some of the bravado drained from his eyes. “Fuck off home, Sam. My private life is nothing to do with you or Liam. Period. You have problems over homosexuality, you deal, or you stay off work for the rest of your fucking life as far as I’m concerned, you understand?” I was too tired to get any rougher with him, but he didn’t need to know that. “Just don’t cross me. Everyone I’ve ever loved ends up hurt, so some little shit like you won’t stand a chance.”

I grabbed his jacket and pushed him toward the alley’s exit. Not even bothering to see whether he left, I headed back home. The shit that had gone on over the past few hours had drained the life from me. All I wanted to do now was curl up under the covers and not face the world for a few hours. But the windows needed to be boarded up until morning just in case any other stray fuck decided they wanted to have a go. So, after re-setting my alarm behind closed doors, I fetched some plywood from the garage and boarded them up. A few near-misses with glass in my feet, I cleaned up, then headed on up for bed. First things first, I made sure my main bedroom looked clear. The silver case had gone from my bedside cabinet, so too had all notes on my screwdriver cases, as well as all of the e-mails on my computer. Good, that jackass had got the point.

But I still closed my bedroom door and headed for the privacy of the spare room. The thought of catching his fading scent was desperate, I know, but comforting. Seemed Jan would haunt this place like Gray too. All bruised knuckles considered, it’s all I deserved.

The creak of floorboard behind me was muffled as I closed the door, and I caught it a little too late. Someone shifted behind, and the thought of fighting only came when a cloth slipped over my mouth and nose. By then, a strange taste hit the back of my throat as I tried to take a breath, and then thoughts of fighting played purely in my sub-consciousness, one where I kicked ass. But to be honest, this guy knew his shit. I blacked out pretty quickly.

The draft playing down my back stirred me first. One of those strange moments where you know you’re awake, you can place everything in your room, see light, feel a breeze stir your hair, you just can’t place any sound. It left me a little disorientated as I willed life to kick in.

I knew I was naked; the same breeze playing down my back raced over the curve of my ass and shaped my thighs, leaving tiny spikes of hair in whispered conversation behind it. I shivered, clenching my fists and digging fingernails into my palms to ground me against the onslaught. My body raced with heat, not natural, more like a reaction to a bad drug, one that made me groan against the gag biting my mouth.

“Just a little sedative, Jack, nothing more. It will be gone in a few minutes.”

There was a brush of hand against my calf, but it felt strange, covered, creaking like polished leather. I jerked, automatically wanting to brush it off, but steel handcuffs cut into my wrists, making me wince. I bit a curse into my gag.

“Punishment incurred, Jack.” A soft tread of foot on carpet, footsteps that moved away from the bed. “I know what your body likes in order for you to comply.” I tried to twist my head, to see what he looked like.

As the flick of case clasp was heard, all I could see was a dark shape in a dark room. The curtains had been replaced with boards (how the fuck had I not noticed that?), blocking out even the streetlamps below. The spare room was one huge deprivation tank, all just sound and sensation.

“We weren’t due to meet just yet, Jack. You complicated this with Jan.” A ruffling sound. “Voice-command should have kept you happy enough.”

Footsteps came closer to the bed.

“Five for a contract breach.”

The sound of leather slicing the air, I cried into my gag as sharp lashes crossed my back.

“One,” he counted. Another strike hit home. “Two.” I jerked under three more and rode the pain. “Five for ignoring me.”

The whip was dropped to the floor, and a moment later, I felt the bed depress.

“One.”

Heat flushed my cheeks, feeling the sting of something hit my ass. A spanking was something kids got, and I was no fucking kid.

“Two.” Each one came down hard, the smack of paddle on skin jerking my dick hard into the bed as I tried to dip out of its way.

“Does that sting, Jack?” A leather hand dug into my left ass-cheek and I winced. Yeah, it hurt. I wanted to tell the bastard that. I wanted to hurt him, then kick my own bollocks for the way my dick didn’t agree.

“Punishment, Jack.” The hand slipped down between my cheeks. “Keeps you on the right track, so to speak.”

Leather pushed against me, and I tensed as a finger pushed me open without care or ceremony. I took it all, The Unknown digging that extra bit deeper just to make sure. Fingering came hard, and I swelled to a semi, my groan more in disgust at my body’s reaction than at the violation.

A breath escaped into the darkness. “Like that, Jack?” Another finger joined the first, pushing me open wider, deeper. I gripped on to the handcuffs, muscles tightening across my shoulders, head dipped down, anything to hide the confusion playing havoc with my body. Fingers scissored, twisting inside, finding my prostate, lavishing full attention on that spot, then I took the fingering again, The Unknown digging that little further each time, nearly forcing my ass up off the bed.

A second hand rested on the small of my back, taking the full weight of the man above, pushing me down into the mattress, flattening me out.

“A little more, Jack. I want to hear you purr like that a little more.”

Fingers were withdrawn, then three were pushed back in so hard and fast that stars came to my eyes as I lay there and took it.

“Come on, Jack. Purr for me.” The hand on the small of my back traced down over my ass to my balls, then there was a tug, a pulling an my sac that encouraged me up a touch before he really hurt, all to let him get at my dick, pull it down, and run a few lengths along it.

I groaned. I couldn’t do anything but groan.

“Good boy.” He sounded so pleased. “Strange the body’s reaction, isn’t it?” My cock was hard, full, and he rubbed his palm around my head, slicking his grip. “Even in rape, orgasm can flow.”

I cried into the gag as his fingering took on a new roughness, the same that manhandled my dick and took me close to so many edges my whole body wanted to cry release.

And just when I was close, past the point of no return, everything stopped. Fingers were withdrawn, cock released, and the bed gained its natural shape as the man got off, and I collapsed my body down.

“Something special for you, Jack, I think. No hard fuck with you, not yet.”

My body was forced further into the mattress as The Unknown straddled my ass. Again I groaned with the forced pressure on my cock. I wanted to fuck the sheets, hump them until I had nothing left, but I couldn’t move. The Unknown was dead weight on my back. All muscle; thick thighs, thick fingers, thick with intent from the weight and shape of the cock pressing into the small of my back.

A kiss to my shoulder, a breath brushed my ear. Heat came from my back, the sting of earlier whip marks, and I could feel it radiate against the body above me. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much, Jack.” A hand under my chin forced my head around a touch. “You last for me.”

Bites bit their way down my back, and I sucked in a breath as they clamped along the whip mark, tongue and teeth angry in their roughing up of his previous markings.

“Mine, Jack.” Leather-clad hands feathered my sides, ghosting down, then up. “You say that to that pretty boyfriend of yours?”

I tensed.

The threat of his hard-on dug into my ass, and I closed my eyes.

“Well, there’s pretty,” he gave a mumble as he touched me up, “then there’s just plain stunning. And you, you’re all mine, now, Jack. You enjoy the ride.”

A cold blade danced playfully over my right shoulder.

“How about really upping the fucking field, kid?”

Every muscle in my stomach turned as a sharp blade scratched so fucking carefully over my back, but the twists to my gut only had me shifting my hips and dipping into the bed to feel something, anything to grate against my cock, maybe to get him off, maybe to get that knife to cut deeper, I couldn’t tell. My body purred. Part of me wanted it to stop, but it was being lost to the feel of that knife on my skin, the threat of that dick in my back, the need to bury Jan’s hurt in my own.

The first nick exploded colour in my eyes and sent an ice-cold thrill over my body that burned right down to my toes.

“Mmph.” It was all I could manage. The blade slipped a little lower, just to my back, and this time the gag muffled my cry, my voice the only release for the intense fire fucking with my body.

“Yeah. Fucking hot, Jack. So fucking hot.”

The third traced my left shoulder blade, and I lost touch with where I was. The bastard knew how to use a knife, not digging deep enough to scar, to cause major damage, just marking lightly, following up each cut with a run of touches and caresses to my body.

I registered he was kissing my ass, then I heard the long and slow draw of a zip.

“Need fucking, Jack?”

I breathed hard into the gag, cheeks blowing out.

Hands grabbed my hips, the bulge of a full head pushed against my opening. His cock was already sheathed, and the breach of head past my muscle came hard and fast. Like his fingers; no ceremony, taken down to the hilt, and held there, straining everything into me with a grunt.

“Fucking tight. So fucking tight, boy.” He groaned, grinding his cock in me. There was nothing to do but hold on as he pounded in, his grunts, flesh slapping flesh filling the silence.

He came quickly, lost in the sheer intensity of his own orgasm. “Tight.” He was still shuddering. “So fucking tight, Jack.” I took his weight, kisses feathering my back. “Gonna have you again.” His dick slipped free, and I felt it slide down my thigh as he ran his tongue along my back. He gave a chuckle. “You’ve got a real fantastic ass, Jack.”

His weight was suddenly gone, and I felt a hand breeze over my back. “You need something to keep you high, I think. Something to make you writhe while I take a shower.”

Something wide and long pushed into my ass, and I blushed as straps were fastened into place to keep it still. Vibrating started deep in me, racing through my balls, up my cock, seeming to set my mind buzzing.

Handcuffs gripped, I groaned and pulled my body hard in to the mattress. He laughed watching it, then any concept of time and person went out the boarded-up window, the tease in my ass driving me nuts as I fucked the sheets.

“Looking good there, Jack.” The bed depressed close to my head. Had he showered already? A grab at my hair, he pulled the gag off my mouth, and a thick, heavy and coated dick pushed against my lips. I could have bit, that was the ideal time, but my ass would have only been whipped more, and I needed to placate. Besides, if I could suck him off well enough, even if it took a little longer this time, he’d have nothing left for my ass. The bastard didn’t seem to have much control over himself.

I clamped my lips around him, adding a little teeth-play into the mix.

“Christ, yes, Jack. Yes. Show me how much you want this.” He worked faster, forcing my head back with each jerk. “Feels so good.”

I added tongue play, sometimes allowing him to pull back, look down, and run his cock over my lips. Then I’d meet his thrust back in with a ride down to his root, and it wasn’t long before he was fucking my mouth with a desperate need to come.

Come on, fucking come on.

“A-ah.” Breathing heavy, The Unknown stopped and gave a chuckle, his cock seeming to chuckle in my mouth. “I know what you’re doing, Jack. No matter how good you are here,” he brushed a thumb over my lips, “I’m having your ass every time.”

He shifted off the bed and claimed his place between my legs. “Be a good, lad.” Straps removed, he worked the vibrator in and out of my ass, forcing me to catch my breath. “I’ll let you come. But not before I pay you back for your indiscretion.” The first strike of the paddle on my ass didn’t hurt so much, the second and third did. The fourth caught my upper thigh more and that one made me cry out.