To Be Me

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So I've been mulling this story over for a while now, and since it's a short little one shot, I decided why the hell not? And my friend gave me a kick in the ass to write too. So enjoy!


To Be Me


A small sob escaped his bloody lips. Rough, callused hands running over his body, pinching and twisting the bruising skin just to hear his yelps. A hot moist mouth panted in his ear, whispering lewd things to him. Telling him how good he felt. Telling him how filthy he was. Telling him how much he had wanted this and how badly he had ached to fuck him and watch as he cried. The steady rhythm of the man above him, thrusting into his body, seemed to tear him apart. He couldn't fight. He couldn't move. He could only lie there and accept it.

It was bad enough that his attacker had to beat the shit out of him to make him submit. But to rub it in so mercilessly? To inflict such a horribly humiliating torture? Did he really deserve this?

The strong hands of his attacker closed over his throat, making him gasp to breath. He clawed in small vain attempts to make the vice like grip relinquish, but to no avail. He was too weak.

"I love to watch you struggle. You're so pathetic." A voice hissed in his ear hotly.

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying to block out what was happening to him.

"Do you like this?" The voice asked again, pressing on his throat. "I heard that if you suffocate while being fucked, you have explosive orgasms."

He choked. Trying to turn his face away from his attacker's, that was only a fraction away from him.

"I'd love to see you come. I'd love to see your devastation. The way you'll just...melt."

A warm mouth closed over his gaping one, only stopping the small flow of air that he managed to gain. Panic welled within him. He writhed to try and get free, but it was pointless. That hot tongue pushed deeper, making him gag. He felt dizzy from lack of oxygen and the pure simple trauma that this whole encounter was inflicting. And that sick unwanted pleasure that burned up his broken body.

How could someone be so cruel? How could someone do this to another human being? Finding them alone on the street and dragging them kicking and screaming into an ally in the middle of the night. Beating them until they nearly passed out, stripping them off all their clothing, pinning them down on the filthy street and raping them. Torturing them.

He knew it was possible. People can be sick. People can be completely nuts. He knew all too well what people were capable of. But the thought that it could ever happen to him seemed less frightening then a nightmare. Something that could never be possible. But it was. And it was happening right now. The man he hated more then anything in the world. The man he had wanted to destroy since first laying eyes on him. He was raping him. All as a sick punishment. A punishment that he didn't want to admit he deserved.

He cried out as a strong bolt of pleasure tore up his spine. His lips and throat were freed as his attacker leaned back to watch and listen, fully indulging in his pain.

"Yes! I love when you scream!" The man threw his head back and laughed, twisting his hips to drive deeper. "Keep it up! I want more of your crying!"

He bit his lip, shaking his head to fight back more unwanted cries. His body trembling as he hung on the edge of blinding pain and burning pleasure. He couldn't come like this. He just couldn't!

"Come on you Bitch! Scream!"

A cry tore from his tight lungs as his prostate was struck, his limbs jerked in a overwrought spasm.

"Good...good." His tormentor leaned down again to nuzzle his neck. "My sweet nightingale."

An onslaught of kisses and nibbles to his sensitive skin had him shuddering. Sobbing wails poured over his trembling lips as his world began to haze, drowning him in carnality. How much more could this man do to destroy him? How could it hurt so much when such a normally pleasant act was being performed?

"Oh....God...." The man growled against his collar. "So good...you feel so fucking good! And so tight.... How do I feel, huh? How do I feel now?"

His hair was suddenly yanked up. Pain spiked through his head and his eyes flew open in shock. His eyes met his attackers, and all he could do was stare. Nothing but hate and a cruel desire to see him suffer swam there, hidden behind the curtain of glazed ecstasy.

"How does my body feel now, huh? Am I still beautiful? Am I still the best piece of ass you ever had?"

His mouth dropped open wider. He could only blink. How could he answer that now? How could he possibly find a single word. He had never been violated like this before. That alone made it impossible for him to even think straight.

His flesh burned. His face stung. Those words cut deeply into him and made him regret everything he had ever done to his attacker. Knowing that not too long ago, he had inflicted this same torture upon him as well. In fact, he had inflicted this pain on many others.

His hair was released. His head fell back to the ally floor and he closed his eyes once again. Tears rolling from his stinging eyes. Their bodies slick with sweat and growing tired. He was held closely as his attacker quickly began to loose rhythm. The man kissed softly at his ear, panting hard and groaning in his carnality.

"So...beautiful...did anyone...ever tell...you that?"

Never. He had said it many times, but had never been on the receiving end. He couldn't believe it hurt so badly to hear.

"Come for me...scream my name...just like I screamed yours."

A hand snaked down between them. The fingers of his attacker barely brushing the tip of his already painfully hard member, and it was enough.

He arched up into his attacker and screamed his name, almost in a begging manor to make him stop, as the unwanted spasm vibrated all throughout his body. He felt the other finish with a growl and a few bitten off curses. And it was over.

He opened his eyes once more and looked up into the waiting blue ones of the pretty blonde who had just raped him.

"So...." He purred contentedly. "Now you know how it feels to be devastated, humiliated, tortured and raped. Now you know what you did to me."

The blonde ran his finger over his tattooed cheek and brushed a tear away. He winced to the touch.

"Didn't feel too good did it? Makes you feel dirty and you can never get clean."

He did feel dirty. He wondered if that's how this man had felt too, after he had raped him.

"I wonder how many others had suffered before I came along. How many of them had plotted their revenge against you and failed. I knew I wouldn't fail. The second you laid a finger on me, I knew how to punish you.

He was crying now. Openly. He could barely move his hands to wipe his eyes and try to hide his tears. Shame and regret made his heart ache.

"You made me cry too. Remember? You said you loved my tears. You said they made me shine."

His attacker cooed so softly as he spoke such harsh words as if he were at peace with what he was saying. He was no longer the same young boy that he had taken advantage of a year ago. He was no longer a weak and pathetic creature that would fight so vainly to fend him off. He was a man now. A vengeful, hate filled man, who had just claimed his revenge. And while he lay there, broken, beaten and filthy, this man smiled in his newly found euphoria. He wasn't pleased with the pleasure he had gotten from his victim's body. He was satisfied that justice had been served.

"I think I've finally made you see the light." He grinned and sat up to leave. "And I'll bet it burns like a bitch."

Cold rushed in as the warm body of his torturer slipped away from him. The sweat on his skin cooled and caused him to shiver. He tried to curl his bruised body up, and whimpered as broken bones ground together and cut skin split. He watched out of the corner of his blurry eyes as his rapist got redressed and straightened him self out. He tossed a glance to the pitiful looking man on the ground and smiled. Kneeling down, he ran his gloved hand over the red head's sweat soaked brow.

Jak felt no pity as his victim tried to shrink away. After all, he had been through this same hell at this man's hands for two years. This one would only suffer once. And it still wouldn't be enough. So the hero relished this one and only time. He cupped the KG's chin and drew them together for one last kiss. Parting, he smiled softly, thoroughly pleased with the look of terrified disgust that he would never see again.

"So tell me....Erol... how does it feel to be me?"