Lance Neil
He’s standing right there, practically nude with a collar on his neck in front of all these fuckers that want to use him for his hole. They’re hungry and it’s disgusting.
I won’t be any different when I buy him but that doesn’t mean I won’t cut out their fucking eyes for looking at! what’s mine.
“ For tonight’s main starting price is $50,000, do I hear $50,000?”
I’d listen to the conversations around me but I’m to preoccupied watching my soon to be prize. He hasn’t seen me in the crowd yet as he’s looking around the expression on his face. He looks exhausted, done with everything.
Has he really just accepted his fate that he’s being auctioned off to the highest bidder?
Its been a decade since I last saw him, a decade since he fucking run out of my life like a damn mutt with his tail between his legs and took everything from me process.
He’s a goddamn coward.
“$500,000 going once, going twice…” The announcer exclaims, he looks like he’s just stumbled upon a gold mine. I bit my tongue to stop myself from scoffing. $500,000 is a fucking joke, he worth at least five if not ten times that.
“Five million,” I say, not yelling, my voice is entirely calm as the sea of murmurs die out.
The announcer’s attention is entirely on me now. “Sold! Come on back to pick up your prize.” I’m back to ignoring him as I watch my prize’s eyes scanning the crowd.
When his eyes finally land on me I realize that for the first time tonight he looks worried, maybe even panicked as his face goes through a million expressions before stopping at the wide eyed look.
Good.
I feel myself grin as I hold up my hand and give him a little wave. He glances to the exit and I can’t help but chuckle.
He’s already planning his escape when I haven’t even gone to collect him.
This is going to be fun.
I watch him be ushered to the back and wait for everyone to file out the room before getting up and moving to the back. I make my way around the staff as well as the others that a meant to be auditioned today before finding the room he’s in. I don’t bother knocking because why would I do that when I own him?
That just doesn’t make sense.
He’s working on getting his shirt on when he barks, “I told you, I’ll be out in a minute. Is privacy a foreign fucking to you or something?” His tone is not at all nice and while I used to love that, now it just won’t work.
I dust off some lint on my jacket, “Yes, now hurry up. I’d rather not spend another minute in this….” My voice trails off as I watch a cockroach crawl up the wall and wince. “dump. I’d rather not spend any minute in this dump.” I repeat.
He looks at me stunned for a beat before bouncing back with a look full of hatred that I can help but smirk.
“You just bought me for five million dollars.” He says, like it’s something new to me.
“Why?”
“The final offer for you was not even a million. It was sad.”
His brow quirks up. He looks surprised, “So instead of offering one you offered five? Seems a little much don’t you think?”
“No.” That exhausted expression came back. “Are you done? I have a surprise waiting for you.”
He looks from the small bag in his hand to me, the lump practically visible as he nods following me out warily.
Ollie Hart
How injured would I get if I opened the door and flung myself out? Would I die? It’d be better than what he had waiting for me.
Out of everyone who could’ve raised their hand with the final offer at the last minute it just had to be Lance. A man I haven’t seen in a decade shows up back in my life offering millions for me.
It’s a fucking curse.
“What’s going to happen to me when you get bored if me?” I struggle to talk around the lump in my throat so my question comes out strained. I’ve seen it happen many times at the house. People from all around buy someone and not even a month later they’ll be back because they got bored and the person they bought is no longer useful. They’ve been used for all they good for and I have a feeling I’ll be no different. The only difference is that they weren’t bought for millions like I was.
“I’m not going to get bored of you Ollie.” He gives me a smile I thought was gone from my memories. It’s the smile that makes me shudder when it never reached his eyes, the one he had on when he told me he loved me for the last time before I vanished in the middle of the night. The one that made me physically sick to my to stomach.
“You don’t know that.”
“Oh but I do. And if I remember correctly it was you that got bored when you left without even a proper goodbye, remember that?”
“That’s not why I left and you know it. You knew I was going to leave any way. It was just one last fuck. A good bye if you will.” My voice comes out harsher than I want which seems like a bad thing when he swerves off the road and is glaring with this manic look in his eyes his nostrils flaring.
“When did this happen?”
“A lot can happen in a decade.” I’m stuck in this trance. “Are you going to hurt me?” Stupid question because of course he is. That’s what he does, and that’s what I enjoy. No matter what way it comes.
And as if to prove my point he leans over and takes my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down hard enough that the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.
Christ why does it feel so good?
“Yes, and you’re going to thank me for it, aren’t you?”
Yes, I’ll do whatever you want.
“Mhm, whatever you want. You know that.” What am I doing? I can’t fall down this rabbit hole. Not again. Not after a decade of not falling.
“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll make sure you enjoy it. Just like old times.” I shudder as he holds my cock in a death grip. “I hope you remember you’re safe word.” He palms me through me my pants.
Lance Neil
I don’t need to force the collar on his neck because he willingly puts it on seemingly shocked at the writing on it.
“You kept it?”
“I did, now put the rest of it on and meet me outside.” I meet his eyes and he nods.
It doesn’t take long for him to come out, crawling on all fours.
Oh he’s still so obedient.
“What are you waiting for, pup? I don’t have all night.”
He huffs but hurried so that he’s sitting by my feet, “So you are going to leave, how typical.”
“What did you just say to me?” My hands on his throat in an instant. “Dogs don’t fucking talk last time I checked. They bark, growl, whimper and beg, but they sure as hell don’t talk.”
“So I’m not allowed to say my safe word?”
I scoff at the grin on his face, “You never used it in the first place.” I move away from him. “Let’s go.” He, always ready to please, tilts his head. “Come on pup.” I don’t want to attach the leash, not yet at least. I lead him to the room connected to mine.
“Why the fuck is there a cage in here? Don’t expect me to get in there, Lance.” I look behind me seeing my pet vigorously shaking his head.
I feel the corners of my lips twitch, “That’s the thing, you don’t much of a choice. Or say in the matter.”
He states at me like I’m insane and to be fair, I am. But just the tiniest bit. “No. I’m not doing it.”
That fucking word. God I hate that fucking word. I wanted to avoid fucking him tonight but he’s really making me reconsider.
“Yes you fucking are. And I thought I told you,” I yank him by the hair which forces him in front of the cage that’s big enough to fit maybe four of him thanks to his small frame. “Now, in you go.” I open the door so fast before shoving him inside that even I’m a bit surprised at the rattling of the cage.
“Go fuck yourself.” His voice is laced with so much venom.
“I would, but there’s only so much I could do with my hand. Would you like a demonstration?”
He scoffs, “Pass, there’s no way in hell I’d ever want to see you get off to me like this.” He hisses.
My eyes widen and my lips pull up into what I believe is a smirk, “Oh, so you’re open to me getting off in front of you in a different scene?”
He looks like he wants to murder me now, “Just get it fucking over with.”
He’s glowering now and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on right now. “Pants down, ass against the bars.”
“What?”
“Dogs don’t talk.” I look at him as I unfasten my belt.
He takes a moment before listening, realization dawning on his face. “Perverted fuck.”
I grin even though he can’t see it. “Oh pet, you haven’t even seen anything yet.” I inch closer so that now the head of my cock is up against his hole. I take out his tail and toss it.“You might want to hold your breath.” I say before pushing inside him.
“Oh you fucker. Why?” He says between pants. “Weren’t we just talking about you using your hand?”
I thrust once, “I’m sorry.”
“Bite me.”
I think about that. “I could do that. It’ll just be another way for me to ruin you. Make you break. Remind you that you can’t leave me again and that I own you now.” I grab for the top of the cage before thrusting at a brutal pace that makes the cage start to creak.
“Oh God.” He’s letting out a series of tiny gasps and moans while his ass clenches around me like it’s afraid of losing me.
Once I get him out of this cage I’ll be able to get a better angle. One that’ll make him seem like a pathetically seasoned whore.
“Unfortunately for you he’s not coming here to save you.” I laugh, “So do me a favor and, don’t *thrust* call *thrust* out *thrust* to *thrust* him.”
He groans but it borders the line of it being a growl, “Glad to know you’re still going to hell. Now hurry up and make me come.”
I swear to fuck I’m going to cut out his tongue if he keeps talking.
“Mmfgh.” It sounds like he’s struggling to breathe.
I don’t think I’ve killed a person by fucking them.
Huh.
“Oh.”
That’s the last thing he says before his entire body sags and slumps down.
Well fuck. This is really disappointing. I wasn’t anyway near close.
Ollie Hart
He’s staring at me.
I don’t want to look at him. This is fucking humiliating.
Well then again what did I expect?
I’m on the edge of falling asleep when I feel myself getting dragged out of the cage.
My head goes up and I look at him.
The look he pins me with makes me freeze like I’m paralyzed but also I want to make a run for it.
Where was all of this before I got into his car?
“I didn’t get off.”
I stare at him.
“I’m going to get off.” Now I’m even more lost. Why does he always fucking speak like this?
Before I know what’s happening my back is to the floor as I’m getting drag.
This isn’t helping my burning asshole for sure.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even glance back.
A thought suddenly crossed my mind “You know, you said you were going to hurt me.”
Still he doesn’t say anything.
Ugh.
Twenty minutes and two flights of stairs later we’re in a freezing room.
I’m set on what seems like a concrete table.
“I’m going to give you one chance to stop this.” His tone is clipped and bored. I force my head up.
The expression on his face is cold and detached.
My head goes back down.
Okay so no safe word. I sigh. This is hard. No it’s not. Take the out he’s offering.
Don’t stay. He’s a monster but a knowledgeable one so he won’t blur the line.
Oh fuck me. Curiosity killed the cat, right? “And what if I don’t want to?”
He stays quiet for a beat before I feel a cold blade at my throat.
Crap.
This is bad. He’s going to make me bleed.
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t be turned on.
“Then that’s on you.” The blade, which is either one of his hunting or butterfly knives is dragged down to my chest.
I immediately tense as he puts pressure. And just like that my cock twitches to life.
My eyes are glued to his bare chest as I try not to scream in the red firey pain I’m in. But fuck me if I don’t want to let him know I’m loving this.
I’m laser focused on his sole tattoo that goes from his right pec down to the start of his abs. The grim reaper.
“What do you say?" Detachment.
My eyes find the ceiling as my next words come out strained. “Thank you.” Jesus fuck, can the Earth swallow me whole now? Please?
“Look at me.”
I do but his gaze is on my chest as he continues to cut up my chest. I wait but he doesn’t look up. Instead he turns away leaving me alone for what seems like forever.
When he comes back he’s fully clothed a first aid kit and a glass of water that doesn’t have ice.
Why the fuck is that the first thing I notice?
“Sit up and drink this.” He hands me the glass.
I do both those, wincing with every little movement and cringing at the taste of the water. Then and only then do I look down at my chest.
There’s blood, a lot of it to. I swallow and press my open palm smack in the middle of my chest. The pain shoots my nerves immediately and I have to bit the meaty and bloodied part of my palm to stop myself from shrieking.
“Lift your arms up. I have to clean you up.”
“Then what happens after?” I ask as I lift my arms.
He leans in dangerously close enough that I can feel his hot breath and smell a tiny bit of mint and citrus. “Then I’m going to force you on your knees and fuck your throat until you’re gagging, sobbing and your throat feels raw for days.”
Fuuuuuuuuck me fucking sideways.
Lance Neil
Three clean and white rags, water, five stitches and several band aids later Ollie’s on his knees choking and sobbing on my cock with spit dripping down his chin as I mercilessly fuck his throat, my hand is gripping the back of his head as I tug roughly enough to rip out some of his head.
He’s clawing the back of my thighs his blunt nails making sure that marks are left. Either that or he’s using my thighs as support to try to get off my cock. Ease off some of the pressure. Both are probable.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that.” I force his head forward and I hear him let out a strangled sob.
His nails dig into my skin and I manage two more thrusts before I feel my balls emptying out down his throat.
Fucking finally.
I’m about to pull off but he doesn’t seem to be done with me because not even a secondary later he breathes hard before biting down, hard. He’s staring holes in my head while I’m confused.
What the fuck?
The pain hits suddenly but I couldn't care less about that.
“Whats with your face?” His voice is hoarse and he looks like he’s been properly fucked. Of course he does.
Fuck he looks breathtaking like this. He’s breathing heavily, he still has tears falling down his stained face and spit and snot are falling on the floor.
And the cherry on top? Mixed in with his spit is blood.
My blood.
Dear God I’m getting hard again.
“Get down here.” Yep, hoarse as fuck and his eyes are hooded and rolled back. I’m on my knees out of pure curiosity but before I can do anything his lips are on mine holding me captive in a punishing kiss. His tongue is down my throat and for some bizarre reason I don’t try to fight him, I just let it happen.
Once he pulls away he has this loopy grin plastered on..
Huh, the drugs must’ve kicked in.
Oh well.
He watches me for a beat before leaning back in and just when I think he’s going in he moves to the shell of my ear.
“You want to own me, Lance? You want to ruin, break me and even drug and slice me up? Well go right ahead, you sorry fuck.” He’s breathing his labored and his words are slurred. “But just know, I’ll make it a living nightmare for you.” And with that before I can even register what’s happening he bites down on my ear and tears it in half. The only thing I can do is watch as blood rains on his face with the start of a sickening grin forming, and as he pulls me in for another kiss only this time he’s feeding me my very own ear.
Jesus fuck.