Twice Shy

Just a quick story I wrote for my friend. Not spell checked, so please ignore any errors. I'm just to lazy to fix it and I want it off my computer before my parents find it.

His head hit the wall with a burst of stars. Pain shot through his eyes and down his spine as he crumbled to the dirty floor. Weak, tired, helpless. His body screaming to lie still as the spiked tipped boot slammed into his ribs for what felt like the 10th time that night. His mind howled for him to keep moving. To get away. He couldn't obey either.

Jak wimpered pitifully as a sharp kick to his back rolled him a few feet across the floor to where he lay stunned and barely conscious. His bloody face pressed into the floor. A low and sinister chuckle was his only warning before his attacker stepped down on both his wrists, straddling him, pinning him to cold steal below him.

"Poor poor boy." The red headed assailant purred. "You could have spared yourself this suffering had you obeyed me."

The commander bent over to grab a fist full of tangled blond locks, ripping the young victem's head back so that he could see the torment play across his pretty features.

"If you had just gotten down on your knees like I told you, I wouldn't have had to beat you this hard."

The boy made a half growl, half choking noise, something akin to a wounded, yet still fighting, animal. His scalp stung, his back creaking as he was bent to an almost impossible angle. But he wouldn't submit. He refused. And he certainly would never get on his knees. Not again.

"Now...are you going to be good??"

Gritting his teeth so hard his jaw might break, the pretty youth managed to get his answer across to his tormentor.

"Burn in...hell."

"Now that's not very nice..." The commander tsked. "I'll have to show you what behaving is all about. The only way a stupid creature like you could possibly comprehend."

Jak's ears rang as blood pooled in the back of his head, face burning. He growled and tried to thrash to get the man off him. A small noise made him freeze. The soft purr of a zipper being slid down. He knew what that sound meant before the Commander ran the fingers of his free hand over his jawline in a too intimate of a manor for a beating.

"No..E-Ero-" He wimpered before finding him self dragged backwards by his hair towards a cold metal table. "No...stop.."

Panic surged through him as he was lifted up and slammed face first into the hard surface. Bent over with his hands pinned above his head and tied down. Thrashing madly to get free only proved futile as he was cracked over the head and forced into unwanted submission.

"Normally I like to watch you struggle helplessly for a while before I take you but I have no time for your hinderances today. This is a lession. But something tells me you won't learn anything from it anyway."

His body too beaten to fight, Jak lay there, slightly stunned and awaiting the impending torture. He had gone through this before, but it never got easier. Yet he refused to obey this monster. Being forced to your knees was one thing, but to kneel on your own accord was something the young blonde could never do. Not again. Not since the first time when he was too young to understand what it meant to submit to a man like Erol.

He shuddered in disgust and humiliation as his pants were torn from his body. His bloody shirt not touched. That alone gave the young boy hope that this encounter would be shorter then the last. Erol only ever played with him severely when he was stripped completely. Exposed and vulneralbe.

A strong hand cupped under his chin and forced his head up and off the table. The other kneeded the soft bruised flesh of his backside. Jak felt a warm wet tongue slide over his cheek, warm breath misting over his face.

"I'm afraid there's no time for romance today, my lovely one." Erol purred in his ear. "Such a shame, no?"

Jak squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth as The commander pressed his thick, hard length into him, teasingly slow. Thin fingers crawled up from his chin to prob at his tightly pursed lips.

"Just relax, breathe, and scream your fucking lungs out for me."

With one quick and brutal thrust, Erol plunged himself in deep, up to the hilt in his young victem. The boy's hot and tight heat made him groan. No matter how many times he had fucked Jak raw, the boy seemed to never loosen. Ah the perfection of a young body. They heal up like new again in just a few short days.

White sparkes flared in his vision as his whole body tightened in pain. Jak pulled against his bonds and bucked to get thick intrusion out of him, but he couldn't toss Erol off. No...he had to endure. A pathetic moan managed to escape his lips as the Commander pounded into him hard and fast, tearing him open and grinding against his prostate. Sick unwanted pleasure burned through. His jaws relaxed as he felt his body slacken into the table, submitting. Erol took the opportunity to thrust his fingers into the wet canvern, practically choking the boy. Out of pure instinct Jak snapped his mouth closed, quickly remembering what was currently tickling his tongue, and stopped just as his teeth scrapped fleshy digits.

"You won't make the same mistake and bite me again will you? You know how much I hate it when you do that..."

He remembered well enough. One lession Jak had learned long ago. Never...ever bite. He still had the scars to prove it.

The thin fingers where thrust in and out of his mouth in time with the furious pace Erol had set. Warm saliva rolled down his chin as he was forced to mimic an act that the red head particularily enjoyed.

"I still prefer your pretty mouth over your ass anyday Jak." Erol chuckled in his hear as he forced his fingers slightly deeper down the boy's throat. "And it's such a damn shame you had to go and ruin it by being a hot headed, stubborn asshole."

Erol shifted his feet, driving furthar up and into Jak's broken body, enjoying the new sounds of pain/pleasure spilling out from around his fingers.

"You were smart enough to obey me once before. When you were still a wide eyed innocent. I told you to get on your knees and you did. But I'll tell you something Jak. I've never seen such a delicious expression of violated horror as I did on your pretty face when I undid my pants."

Jak remembered all to well. Kneeling down before the Commander, his hair being fisted tightly as his mouth, with screams of terror, was drawn closer to that disgusting organ. The way he couldn't breath as it was forced past his lips and down his throat. The way he could taste blood and bile on his tongue, and he wasn't sure where the blood came from. That horrible feeling of suffocating.

"You were such a good boy back then. You took the whole thing with very little complaint."

The fingers were withdrawn and the flashes of that terrible incident seemed to melt away. Now there was a dull ache. Both in his heart and his body as Erol thrust his way to completion.

"One day you'll be good again. One day....you'll gladly bow down and accept it."

He felt the older man shudder with release, a slight growl. Hot liquid filled him and soon felt too cold against his own heated skin, leaving a lukewarm and violated feeling. He would feel dirty for days after this. His only relief was that he didn't have to feel that same sick pleasure that the KG had just felt.

"I'm sorry for leaving you so unfullfilled, my pet, but I must get back to work. Another benefit to being good. You'll never be left unsatisfied with a lover like me."

A hand ran over his hair, petting him softly.

"I'll always see to it that you get the best treatment.

Jak sagged against the table, laughing slightly as Erol withdrew and set himself straight again. The commander raised an eyebrow at his toy's mood swing.

"What's so funny?"

Jak's chuckling died a lingering death. His blue eyes looked out from the corner of hooded lids at the red head.

"A lover like you huh? The best treatment? I'd rather be torn apart slowly by rats then watch my cum hit your chest again."

"Your flattery is like poetry." Erol rolled his eyes before undoing Jak's bonds and lifting him carrying him bridal style back to his cell. "But no matter. I am some what of a poetry buff under this uniform. You're voice will always entice me, no matter what filth you spew."

Jak lifted his arms just high enough to get around Erol's neck, bringing his face slightly closer to the commander's.

"I swear to you, Erol. I will kill you before you ever have me as a lover. But I'll be a good boy and grant you a small favor before you die. I know how much you like having your cock sucked....so I'll be sure to cut it off, and choke you with it."

With his arms still around the KG's neck, Jak smiled. It was the first time he had ever seen Erol's eyes widen like that. He kinda liked it.

"Oh yes...I'll be such a good boy to you."

End