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Sunday, 22nd, October 2007.
Ira woke up in a room, the air was damp and thick like breathing through a wet rag. A single strip of soft light from the high, filthy windows above. It wasn’t his cell, it was something far worse.
Ira raked his brain trying to remember the last few minutes but he couldn’t come up with anything. What day even was it? Ira looked around for a clue, but everything in this dump was dusty and old. the light painted thin lines across the furniture around him and the concrete flooring.
The walls were brick, old brick Ira could tell, the walls thick with condensation and torn wall paper. There were stains high on the walls. Milky white, and some even the terrible color of vomit green stains.
Every weak breath he took felt like drinking metal directly, and huffing the smell of rot like taking cracker dust, except it was way worse.
his head throbbed, as he finally tried to sit up on the mattress underneath him, it was old and smelled of mildew. He faintly saw dried bits of something with a dark reddish brown color.
Ira tried to move his hands from behind him before he noticed, they were tied, locked behind him and trapped in a pair of old, rusty silver handcuffs.
The links, a certain brown, stained with something he didn’t want to look at too closely. When he tried to twist, the chain rattled against the wall and pulled against his skin like a dying, frightened animal. He sighed, awfully calm.
“it’s fine.. I’m fine.” The more he looked around, the more the basement was recognizable “Vince,” he hummed. The sound echoing in the space, small and lost. “When did i get here? How did Vince even manage this?”
ira sighed, it unfortunately left his mouth and coming back up to pound in his head, his headache worsened. Fortunately, his legs weren’t bound, so he shifted his body across the mattress to the edge of the bed, as far as the chain would left him go.
There was a small piece of a up to date magazine left crumbled on the ground, the date read “Sunday? What happened for the last two— is it three? Days.” The sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate footsteps pulled him out of his thoughts. Ira’s heart slammed against his ribs, but he knew who it was.
The door creaked opened on hinges, that sounded like they seen better days. Lights spilled into the room, harsh and fluorescent, nothing like the softness of the sun flickering through the windows of the basement.
“Hello irie, while I’m glad you’re awake, your sleeping face was just so cute.” He hears Vince say. Ira shook. Vince smiled looking down at him, the man crouched down to his knees, resting his elbows onto his thighs.
Vince’s hand shot out, and clamped around Ira’s jaw. He pressed hard and forced Ira’s mouth open. His fingers digging into the soft tissue.
Ira jerked back, trying to pull away as Vince gripped tightened more “I don’t like when you try to get away from me, sweetheart. Don’t you love me? I love you..”
Vince’s grip was ironclad, he leaned in close with a smile. Ira could taste the stale sweat, and his sickening sweet cologne. Ira hated that smell. “Welcome to your new address for the next few weeks, I was so sad when I learnt you were leaving but now.. we get time together and I’m going to make you feel every single bit of my love.”
Ira’s voice came out in the sound of a strangled whimper. His eyes were wet, yet no tears fell. He felt Vince’s touch everyone on his skin, like a fire hit brand that forced its way onto his skin.
His huge, veiny hand brushed over his collarbones, slowly as if he’s trying to memorize the shape of his body through his clothes. His eyes—the color of coal were locked onto Ira’s face, he was staring at every detail. The faint tremor in his lips, the way his chest rose and fell.
He reached up again and traced Ira’s jaw “you’re a beauty,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. “Especially like this..”
The words landed behind his ribs like a hook “you’re safe here with me, I promise.”
Vince kissed him, on the side of Ira’s throat. It was light, almost tender as Vince slowly came up from his position. “I’ll see you tonight.” As he left, Ira balled up, he placed his hand into his knees, and fired his best not to shake.
The door shut behind him, with a heavy clang. Ira felt sick. A promise made so easily. So easily able to be broken.
Monday 23rd, October 2007.
The first light of dawn crept through the windows. Ira hadn’t slept that night, every-time he tried to doze off, Vince was there. Naked and needy. He was sore, the blood from what they did stained the bed underneath him. Pipes somewhere dripping onto the floor, the distance footsteps of others in the house.
low hums of generators, and the fact the constant rocking of the mattress, even against the concrete floor left the handcuffs cutting into his wrists, the skin underneath was raw and swollen, a burning sensation of pain. His eyes were half closed, he was so tired.
His lower back ached from having to hold his legs up for hours, his stomach was hurting. Badly. He expected it.
He was still here, and he would be here for weeks. The silence pressed in, heavier than Vince’s touches itself. a pair of footsteps descended down the wooden stairs. His pulse spiked and he moved to lay on his back. Vince came down, a slight pep in his step, he was carrying a small plastic cup of water and a sandwich. He had closed the door behind him with a soft click. A faux gentleness.
He crossed the room slowly, admiring Ira’s foam. “Darling boy, how’s your morning going?” His smile condescending. Ira’s breath came out shallow and fast, he moved his head to press his head deeper into the pillow. He pressed his eyes closed desperately.
he pulled Ira up by the back of his hair “sit up,” Ira did immediately and Vince smiled again “good boy. I brought you food.” He gently brushed a strand of hair from Ira’s forehead and Ira had to try his hardest to avoid flinching back.
Vince tilted the cup and let a few drops fall onto Ira’s lips. Not enough to force. Just enough to watch them part. “That’s it… just like that. You’re learning already. Beautiful.”
Vince’s other hand rested on Ira’s knee, thumb rubbing slow, possessive circles over the bare skin. He set the cup down and led Ira to lay down, gripping his thigh and forcing it open. Ira’s thigh had many hand shaped bruises over his thighs now. “I’ve dreamt about this.. let’s try something new.”
Vince’s gripped tightened as he fiddled his with belt with one hand, once it finally slipped loose and Vince pulled it off and through it across the room, he lowered his boxers with a smirk on his face.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when sky’s are gray.
ira eyes stopped looking down after that. Ira eventually stopped feeling his feet, the gentle numbness of the muscles before it spread to his legs, his eyes were unfocused, open but his mind drifted.
You never know, dear. How much I love you.
Ira felt like he was floating, into the deep black void of his mind, he filtered out the bad stuff that was happening and focused on the make believe he could play in his mind.
he could feel Vince crawling up his chest, bare ass being placed on Ira’s chest, as Vince lined up his cock perfectly with Ira’s mouth. His hand had moved up to force open his mouth “such precious little teeth..” Vince said, his eyes darkening.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
Vince pushed in, gently at first, stroking himself with Ira’s tongue, letting his teeth graze his dick. Vince loved the low heat of his toy. Vince pushed himself deeper in, the gentleness fading as he lost himself. Deeper, and deeper until Vince felt the back of his throat and Ira was already coughing.
The other night dear as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms.
Vince thrusted and Ira gagged, Vince didn’t stopped, the motions of his hips kept moving as Ira eventually started to struggle to breathe. Vince went deeper than Ira could realistically even handle to release himself. A line of sticky, milky white cum was sent into the back of Ira’s throat where he had to shallow.
As I awoken, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and cried.
it felt as though Vince was coming for hours to Ira, but it had only been about 30 minutes and Ira knew Vince was nowhere near done, this was only the beginning.
Ira felt the tears mixed with the little bit of cum, Vince had let out on Ira’s face when he pulled out fall down his face in steaks. More tears fell as his eyes got glossy and he was pulled from his safe void back to reality. Vince was smiling from above “you did amazing, my filthy little love, so quiet for me.”
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
“please.. no more” Ira’s broken, soft voice spoke out, and Vince smiled dropped as he grabbed a fist full of Ira’s hair “now my love, you know we can’t do that. Don’t you love me? I’m all you need. Say it back.” Ira looked up as Vince hands went around his neck “say it back, Ira. Say it back.”
“I love you.”
“And?”
“You’re all I need.”
Vince smiled returned “good.” He left a kiss to Ira’s neck as he gripped Ira’s ass. “Let’s have more fun.”
Tuesday 24th, October 2007.
Ira knew it hadn’t been the full weeks yet, but every day he hoped this continuous torture would end. His legs work so bad, he could barely walk.
Vince came in today and had released ira from the handcuffs but almost immediately, Vince flipped Ira around and raised his ass into the Air. Vince spit into his hand and rubbed it around his cock, not nearly enough to help what he was about to do.
Ira shut his eyes and went into his magic void again, where everything’s was fine. He had cookies there, and ice cream and snicker bars. He had video games and Exy. He sighed and felt the immense pressure as Vince shoved himself in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight darling.” He heard Vince let out a deep groan, but Ira bit down on the old, stinky pillow he was given to rest on and stayed silent. He not once let out a pained wince that would let Vince know he let him. That would make worse.
in. Out. In. Out. The same fast, thumping, thrusting motion that moved the mattress and made Ira’s muscles work overtime.
He slapped Ira’s ass hard once, twice, the sting blooming hot and immediate. Tears filled Ira’s eyes but he didn’t any fall.
“God, you’re tight,” he snarled, hips snapping forward so hard the mattress creaked. “Taking every fucking inch like a good little boy.” Ira tore, he felt the blood as it poured from Vince’s dick, and his hole as Vince kept moving.
it dripped down his thighs, in a slow, dragging fashion. Ira wished for this to be over.
Vince pulled out suddenly, spun him around, Before ira could even process it what was going on, Vince’s mouth was on his, tongue fucking into him in messy, filthy strokes. Vince forced his tongue into Ira’s mouth.
Ira didn’t kiss back, he didn’t even want their tongues to touch but he didn’t have much control over that. “You’re my slut, aren’t you, irie? You love what I do to you, and your filthy body,”
ira whimpered in response, full of pain and agony as his own blood spattered on his back and the back of his arms as they were pulled back by Vince’s hands.
Vince came with a devastating sound, hips sputtering as he spilled deep inside of Ira, rocking his hips back and forth to push it in deeper.
When he finally pulled out, a cum and blood mixture immediately started dripping down Ira’s thighs. He watched it, eyes dark and satisfied “my perfect boy.”
He collapsed next to him, pulling Ira into his chest. Ira hated the warmth of his bare chest, the arm pressed against, and wrapped around his waist.
just a few more weeks. Just a week. Ira cried himself to sleep that night.