Page 13 of Beg for Death
I was dragged from the bathroom, leaving water as I was led back to my cell. I stumbled behind him, his strides wider than mine and more confident. The few times I slipped on the floor were met with groans of annoyance. Not once did he slow down or help beyond pulling my hair. I was steered toward the bed, and without thought, I sat down. I snatched the blanket up and wrapped it around my body. It did a better job of covering me then the towel would have done anyway.
"Drop it. What do you think this is,pequeño?littleI've seen everything. Shit, you got hard like a whore in heat while sucking my dick with fresh blood on your face."
I wanted to deny his words, to call him a fucking liar, but he wasn't. "Fuck you."
His brows went up and a cruel smile took over his face. "You want to run that by me again?"
No. Why in the fuck had I opened my mouth?
"I'm sorry, sir."
He nodded his head. "Yeah, you're going to be."
This was it. I'm going to die, and for what, two seconds of glory?
I needed to apologize, get on my knees, maybe suck his dick again. The excitement that filled me was drowned out by the shame that quickly followed.
Rough fingers, still covered in blood, yanked the blanket away and I was left naked in front of him again. My insides twisted as I covered my cock from his view. It didn't seem to matter as he looked me up and down before grabbing my legs and twisting me around. A yelp was all I could muster as my hands went out to catch myself. I looked over my shoulder at my captor in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
Was this going to really happen? “He was going to fuck me or kill me. Shit he might do both at the same time. What made it worse was the fact that I wasn't torn up about the idea.
A loud smack filled the room before the pain even registered. Another one quickly followed on my other ass cheek, searing it with the weight of his hand. I choked out a cry of shock.
"On. Your. Knees." Each word was punctuated with a slap to my ass.
I scrambled up and went to run only for my captor to yank the chain around my ankle. He brought his hand down on my bottom again.
"Run, and I will make you regret it."
I shook my head. "No please."
"Stay still, boy." He brought his hand down hard, making my entire body ripple from the force. "And here I was going to be nice. You don't deserve nice, do you?" More slaps.
Pain rocked through me, making it impossible to think let alone concentrate on anything else. Every single time I tried to make my mind wonder, I'd be dragged right back by his heavy hand.
"I'm sorry."
My apology was answered by more smacks. The speed and intensity seemed to build.
"No more, please."
Tears streamed down my face and soaked into the bedding. My ass was on fire, the heat was wrapping around parts of my body that made no sense. "Please."
"You haven't learned your lesson." His hand came down and the sound bounced off the walls.
My cries were falling on deaf ears. My body shook with each slap. He switched from each cheek to the back of thighs. Sharp smacks that left a tingling sensation behind continued to rain down. The more he did it, the more I wanted him to stop. It felt like an eternity had passed as I clutched the sheets and forced myself to stay still.
"Ple-ease, sir." My words were broken as I trembled from head to toe. I didn't make a move to stop him.
His hand came down again, but instead of pulling away, he left it there for a few seconds. He did it again and then again. I started anticipating the small soft gestures as if they were a treasure in the middle of all the pain. My stomach knotted as I cried out again.
The heat was building to the point it felt like it was going to swallow me whole. I couldn't take in a full breath as it built more and more. My toes curled as I realized what was happening. My cock dangled between my thighs, lacking friction, but still,the heat from the spanking seemed to wrap around my length. Desire twisted like a viper inside me, coaxing a whimper instead of a cry out of me.
"You will obey every word without thought. Am I clear?"
More smacks.
