My Own Private Prison: Chapter Three

Hello dear readers! Here is the next chapter in the My Own Private Prison mini-series, this chapter is full of yummy smutty goodness, so enjoy!

My Own Private Prison

[Chapter 3]

I'll take you down to my own private prison…

Much later on that night Richard quietly snuck into the dark house, praying to whatever deity that existed that Till was asleep and wouldn’t notice that he’d returned home late again. Richard crept around the living room careful of the notorious spots were the wooden floors always creaked.  Making his way to the kitchen, intent on having his usual nice stiff drink before retiring to bed, Richard flipped the light switch to the kitchen. Frowning slightly as the lights failed to flicker on, he walked further into the kitchen, completely unaware of the predator watching his every move poised to strike as soon as he felt he prey let down his guard enough.

As Richard made his way further into the depths of the kitchen, a cold feeling swept over Richard his baser senses trying to let him know that he was being hunted and the hunter was soon about to strike. Shaking off the feeling he walked to where the vodka was kept on the counter top, the silver light from the moon slightly illuminating the kitchen from the crack in the curtains. Halfheartedly searching for a shot glass, but failing to find one in the poorly lit room, he just decided to drink from the bottle. Right when he put the bottle of high quality vodka to his mouth to take a swig he was struck in the back of the head with something hard and blunt.

Falling unconscious on to the cold tile of the floor, the hunter stood over his quarry and then proceeded to trace the lips of the knocked out Richard. Smiling callously, Till picked up the lithe body of Richard and carried him off to the basement. Once in the dank security of the candle lit crypt-like cellar Till divested his lover of clothing then secured Richard’s hands in the rope he strung over an exposed pipe in the ceiling of the room, and then pulled the rope so Richard was in a standing position. Till then stood in front of the still unconscious Richard and admired his handiwork, deciding that this would be more fun with a conscious Richard, Till picked up the bucket of ice water and threw it upon Richard’s prone form. Gasping at the shock of being brought back to consciousness in such a way, Richard then realized the position he was in and began to struggle to escape the bonds of the rope.

Upon hearing cold laughter he snapped out of his momentary panic and realized just who held him captive, finally finding his voice he spoke “Come on Till, this isn’t funny, let me out of this.” This only served to bring forth more malicious laughter from Till, growling in frustration knowing at times Till liked to play games with people to fuck with their minds he started again “Ha Ha Till! You’ve had your fun now let me go!” The demented laughter just increased at his pleading and that’s when Richard really looked at Till, and what he saw standing before him wasn’t Till.

Really it was Till, but is wasn’t his Till, this was the Till that manifested himself whenever Till performed, his darker half. Beginning to become a bit scared, knowing that something had to have happened for this half of Till to be brought forth when they weren’t on stage, Richard tried to reach him through reason “Till, please tell me what’s wrong.” Coming to stand mere inches in front of his captive, Till sneered at his words and continued to eye Richard like a hanging piece of meat. Now that Till was much closer to him, Richard could see that Till truly wasn’t in the right state of mind, his eyes normally a clear green-blue where now extremely dilated and only a slight ring of the beautiful green-blue could be seen.

Till then reached out and cupped his cheek and tilted his head slightly, the action would’ve been sweet and comforting under normal circumstances, but with the downright demonic look in Till’s eyes made the action terrifying. Now starting to shake a bit Richard tried once more to get his crazed lover to respond to him “C’mon Till, this isn’t funny. I know I broke the promise to be home early, but that doesn’t warrant all of this.”  At that statement the hand that gently cupped Richard’s check turned into a vice like grip on his face, causing him to grunt in pain, Till finally decided to speak “You really think this is about you being late? How naïve you are, liebchen.” He then stepped away to retrieve something, stepping back in front of Richard he showed him the item in his hand and Richard’s face fell and he hung his head.

Laughing wickedly at the reaction the picture caused, reaching forward to pull Richard up by his hair to face him “Oh come now, mein Schatz, you surely can’t feel guilt at you actions now just because you’ve been caught?” Richard opened his mouth to speak, but received a hash slap to the face “I don’t care what you have to say, I don’t want your apologies that’s not how you’ll gain forgiveness with me.”  Till then walked over to Richard and kissed him passionately upon the lips, Richard fully surrendered to the kiss, battling with Till’s tongue for a dominance that he knew he would never gain. Opening his eyes to see if Richard’s were open he took this chance to make his move, withdrawing his tongue from Richard’s mouth and going back to kiss him upon his lips Till then bit down hard on Richard’s lower lip causing him to bleed profusely.

“What the fuck?!” Richard shrieked at Till who just laughed a feral laugh, looking more the part of a predator with Richard’s blood smeared around his lips and dripping down his chin. “What do you mean by ‘what the fuck?’ Do you not want me to forgive you?” He said questioningly, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. Richard spoke up again “Yes, I want you to forgive me Till, I-I really do love you.” He finished quietly. “Then forgiveness shall be granted.” Till said as a shadow cast itself upon his face and he smiled a vicious smile. “But the price shall be paid in flesh and blood.”

Upon hearing this all the blood drained from Richard’s face, that statement letting him know that he wouldn’t be leaving the cellar tonight unscathed. Watching Till warily, he watched him walk over to a bag and extract something out of it. Sauntering back up to his captive he stood in front of him again, just admiring him, loving the way the blood coagulated on his skin making him want to lick it off. Once Till saw Richard to squirm in anticipation, he then produced what he had been hiding in his hand. “W-what’s that?” Richard said nervously. Snickering Till replied “These, my dear, are needles meant for play piercing.” “P-play piercing?” Richard questioned unfamiliar with the term. “Yes, play piercing, something I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time yet I was unsure of how you’d react. But now that you’ve been a bad boy, I feel that this would be a perfect punishment for you.”

Putting rubber gloves on and opening the package of thin needles, Till sterilized them with the rubbing alcohol he had also pulled out of the bag and stood in front of his lover. “Now liebe, I’m going to pierce you, do try not to move too much, I don’t want to pierce your organs instead of your skin.” He said while laughing dementedly. Leaning forward and grabbing a hold of Richard’s air hardened nipple he played with it a bit, twisting and pulling it earning light sighs from Richard. When he felt Richard was sufficiently distracted he then shoved the thin needle through Richard’s nipple causing the man to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Looking up at his lover with a bittersweet smile Till said “See that didn’t hurt too much, did it?” Biting his lip from the pleasurable stinging sensation he felt, Richard merely nodded his head in agreement. “Good Boy.” Till said sounding pleased and then proceeded to give the other nipple the same treatment, he then repeated the same steps with the needle and pierced Richard’s right nipple gaining another strangled sound from his throat. Stepping back to look upon his art work he then flicked both nipples loving the conflicted expression on Richard’s face.

Reaching down and stroking his erect cock through his pants at the lovely sight before him, he decided his next course of action. Going back over to his bag of ‘goodies’ he then took out a contraption made of leather, returning to Richard he reached out and grabbed a hold of Richard’s semi hard cock, stroking it gently trying to get it as hard as possible. Once he felt that Richard’s cock was ready, he then snapped the leather material tightly around the base of Richard’s cock and snapped another strap around his balls. Making sure the device was secure, Till kissed Richard on the lips again licking some of the blood off of his face as he pulled away and cupped Richard’s balls.

“Now that this cock ring is on, the real fun can begin.” Till said smiling mirthlessly, he then struck out at Richard and punched him many times in the abdomen, causing him to grunt in pain. Through the beating maintained eye contact which served to infuriate Till more, taking the eye contact as a challenge like most dominant creatures would. Never the one to back down in the face of a challenge, Till growled viciously and slapped Richard in the face again, this time dragging his nails against the man’s face leaving red welt marks in their wake. Stepping around to Richard’s backside he began to languidly run his hands all over Richard’s back, taking in the unmarred pale skin. Till then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a glove, a non-medical one this time, and continued rubbing on Richard occasionally tugging upon his captive balls.

Richard moaned at the feeling of Till playing with his balls, intermittently thrusting his hips trying to entice Till to grab a hold of his straining cock. Laughing at Richard’s insistence, Till decided to oblige him momentarily. Grabbing Richard’s cock firmly in his grasp, he slowly stroked the cock up and down, sweeping his thumb over the weeping tip and smearing the liquid around, making Richard sigh in pleasure. Deciding that he had been generous enough for the time being, he stopped stroking the throbbing cock , but still held on to it making his lover whine out in frustration. Straightening up some, Till placed the gloved hand on to Richard’s back digging his fingertips into the skin there, smirking as Richard tensed up in pain at the feel of sharp metal sinking in to his skin.

Placing his mouth next to Richard’s ear Till purred out “What you feel in your back is something I created myself, just for you liebe. You see, when I found out what you were doing behind my back I knew instantly that I would somehow find it in me to somehow forgive you, but not without doing something to remind you of what you’ve done and to deter you from any future…transgressions.” Richard then felt the hand on his cock pull away, and tensed expecting a hit, but only receiving Till’s mocking laughter and the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Pressing himself against Richard’s body and rubbing his cock against Richard’s tight ass, Till grabbed on to Richard’s waiting cock once more as he kissed and licked on Richard’s neck causing his head to lull back some on to Till’s muscled shoulder.

Moving his hand from Richard’s cock up to his thin hip, Till grabbed a hold an swiftly impaled Richard on to his long thick cock making his partner cry out at the dry intrusion. Laughing impishly at the way Richard’s body went lip at the unexpected penetration, he began slow hard thrusts into the tight cavity, using his un-gloved hand he gripped on to Richard’s throat holding him in place. Till then took his gloved hand and slowly drug the razor tipped gloves down Richard’s back making thin symmetrical beads of red appear on his back. At the feel of the skin of his back being cut, Richard tried to struggle not wanting to be sliced again, but this only served to spark Till’s ire causing him to bite harshly on to his neck , instantly leaving a bruise. “Behave.” Came the rumbled command from the man behind him.

Thrusting harder into Richard’s pliable body, Till constricted his large hand around Richard’s throat, knowing that controlling one’s breath during the act of sex was highly pleasurable. Releasing his neck so he could take in air, Till took notice of the moans in between the gasps of air, letting him know that what he was doing did in fact turn his lover on. Feeling that Richard had gotten enough air, he reapplied the pressure on his throat, increasing the speed of his pounding, moaning himself at the tight feel of Richard’s ass around his dick. Feeling a flash of viciousness, Till pulled back from Richard’s body some as he still thrust within him, he raised the gloved hand above his head and then slashed it across his back like a cat swiping at a mouse.

Richard yelped at the feeling of his flesh being sliced into, Till gripped hard on to Richard’s hip, enjoying the feeling of the orifice tightening around him when Richard tensed in fear and anticipation. Loving the scarlet trails on Richard’s back, Till decided to make more and drew his hand back again and again and again scratching randomly in different directions.  Meanwhile through the torture he was enduring all Richard could do was pant and cry out at the different sensations he was feeling, loving the delicious friction of Till’s huge member plunging into him and the added bonus of the stinging of the cuts and the light headedness from the lack of oxygen all becoming too much.

The sight of Richard’s torn back put Till into a frenzy, his eyes dilating further to the point you could only see the black of his iris’, removing his hand from Richard’s neck he placed his free hand in the warm blood on his back smearing it all over his hand, and then bringing his hand to his mouth to lick the blood from his fingers. The coppery taste of life and hot feel of Richard’s body caused him to let out a snarling moan and almost shoot his load. Panting heavily he leaned forward again to leave bloody kisses along Richard’s neck as he stroked his bound cock with his blood soaked hand. “Ohhh!, Till I need to cum, please take this cock ring off so I can cum. “ Begged Richard, feeling as if he were going to explode any second.

Till sneered at what was said to him “Cum? You want to cum, huh?” He nipped harshly at the skin of Richard’s back. “You think you deserve to cum? I believe not.” He said and continued his rough pounding his end drawing near. Clutching Richard’s hair with his un-gloved hand, Till pulled his head back so his neck was exposed and then ran the sharp tip of the razor tipped glove along the base of Richard’s neck, causing the man to gasp in fear. “Ja, liebechen, you would do well to fear me.” Till purred into his ear. “It seems that in the span of being together I was far too kind to you and didn’t expose you to the other me, the real me.” He paused to lick the shell of Richard’s ear. “I suspected that you’d been disloyal for some time now, and this served as a catalyst to bring forth my true nature without feeling remorse for what I do, so really I should thank you, my Schatz.” He smiled coldly.

Running the tip of one finger away from Richard’s neck over the planes of his chest, to where his heart is located. Still driving into Richard in a frenzied pattern, Till traced the shape of a heart slowly over the area where Richard’s beating heart lay, tracing lightly not drawing blood. Feeling Richard really start to tremble, he began to press his finger harder into the soft flesh as a nervous whimper escaped from the back of Richard’s throat. Feeling his balls start to tingle signaling the beginning of his climax, he took his gloved hand and then dug the sharp fingertips into the skin above Richard’s heart making him scream out in anguish triggering his orgasm. Till threw his head back and let out an animalistic moan, thrusting hard as he emptied his seed in to his lover’s behind.

Pulling out of Richard and letting his body slump in his bonds oddly, Till came to stand before Richard dauntingly waiting for the broken male to respond to his presence. When no response came after a few minutes Till nudged Richard with the tip of his boot causing the man to come back to reality. When Richard’s eyes finally focused on the man standing in front of him, he had to retract his earlier thought that there was a man standing in front of him, for the being that currently stood before him was no man, but a beast, a fiend, a devil. The dark glint in his eyes, the dried blood clinging to his face and torso and the way his pants hung sinfully low on his hips all spoke of a dark entity that was an entirely different creature than the man he knew before and for some reason Richard knew that the old Till was now lost within this new being.

Grinning like a mad man at the distress present in Richard’s eyes, Till stepped forward and Richard recoiled in fear at seeing him with a candle, causing Till to bark out a wild laugh. When Till situated himself in behind Richard this time he held the candle out and tilted in towards his chest so that the wax splashed on to Richard’s chest. “Ah!” Richard gasped triggering malevolent cackle from Till. “Oh you poor thing, don’t tell me that even after what you’ve endured you can’t take the wax from a pathetic little candle.” He teased mockingly.

Blowing the candle out and stepping back around to Richard’s front, Till stood there assessing Richard’s prone form, deciding he’d done enough for the night he spoke “Well liebchen, I guess you’ve had enough chastisement for today, plus I think you not cumming is punishment alone.” He said motioning to Richard’s still erect cock trapped within the confines of the cock ring. Turning to blow out the remaining candles Till made his way to the stairs pausing to look behind him and say “Try to get some rest if possible, I shall come to check on you later in the day.” And with that Till turned and went upstairs leaving Richard to think about what may come tomorrow when the entity possessing his partner returned later, and how to go about getting his Till back, and if were even possible.

Author's Comment: *fans self* Man that was hot! You can thank the dream I had for that slashy number, lol. Hm, I wonder what factors cause me to have dreams like that, not that I'm complaining. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter (especially you DM!) and yes there will be a final chapter, but expect it after the next chapter of Insignificant Other.