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MONSTER.	By : silversound Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I felt my cock stiffen when B's breath caught slightly as I thoroughly licked the round scars, burned brilliant red into his flesh.

His face – abused, beaten, tired to the point of exhaustion – yet and still contorted into a look of pure hatred.

The cigarette, forced into his wrists to the point of being nearly rubbed out, still sizzled a little as I pushed it heartlessly into his nipples. Even then the pain must have still been acute – his spent limbs jumped up just the tiniest bit in response.

I thought to kiss those lips, already bitten down on hard in frustration, but if I kissed him now, I was sure that he would likely take a chunk out of me the moment I did.

I looked down on his limbs, littered with bruises.

A bit of blood oozed from wounds left when I had beaten him ruthlessly with a belt, and here and there his once pristine skin was stained a dark purplish red in the places where I had kicked him mercilessly before.

I let my finger play along the painful evidence of the spankings I had given him, which cut heartlessly across his abs and thighs, and when I dug into them with my nails, his face drew up into an expression of anguish.

Blood dripped freely from the reopened wounds, clinging to my nails.

His brow moistened with sweat as he let loose a cry like a howling dog, causing his hair to cling to his forehead.

With measured movements I picked up the belt, fallen at his side, and in a theatrical motion, stretched it tight all at once, causing a loud cracking noise to reverberate throughout the room.

He raised eyes narrowed in agony to my face, wrinkling his nose.

Staring directly into his eyes, I brought the belt down on him with vigor.

I aimed my strike so that the belt buckle just caught his flesh.

The belt, now a volatile weapon, made a sharp sound as it cut through the air, and directly afterward the sound of it bouncing viciously off his skin echoed.

At the same time that the hard leather hit its mark, B's eyes, open wide, narrowed for just a moment, before finally being snapped closed. The belt cracked relentlessly across his entire body, as he chewed his lips shut in earnest.

Unconcerned by the way my arm had begun to numb, I felt sweat rise to my brow as I brought the belt down all the more.

The moment the metal fittings slammed vigorously against his genitals, he howled again, and I threw the belt in his face, kicking his legs.

The sharp sound of the belt hitting its mark quelled, and silence returned.

I flicked the sweat from my brow, my shoulders rising and falling as I panted wildly.

The only sounds to echo through the room now were my rough breathing and B's wretched sobs.

I finally collapsed to my knees and brushed away the belt that lay across his face.

It appeared that the buckle had caught him right in the vicinity of his eye -- the eyelid had been cut and his eye was swelling up.

I pressed kisses to his eyelids and ran my tongue along his chest, his belly, his thighs.

And at last I stroked my fingers along his cock, which had been abused thoroughly by the belt's tip, kissing him there, too.

"Die." He whispered to me in a voice that seemed likely to vanish at any moment.

I proceeded to carefully suck off his bruised member, focusing my ears intently on his quiet weeping the entire time.

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Even now I'm not sure exactly when I began to develop this proclivity of mine, but to the extent that I can remember, the first time I laid my hands on another man was when I was still in school.
When I was seventeen, I confined a boy from my class to the athletic storage room, bound him, and then went on to violate him in every way possible, to utter exhaustion.
I did as I pleased with him for hours, long into the night and eventually took my leave of him and of that place. I heard later that a group of first years who had arrived early the next morning for sports practice were the ones to find him.
From that day, he stopped coming to school, and eventually withdrew altogether. I never saw him again after that. According to the rumors that spread like wildfire surrounding the incident, his entire family packed up and disappeared from town that day, never to be heard from again.
Even after those stories reached me, I felt not a fragment of guilt pierce my conscience.
I was completely overwhelmed with the rush of my first experience in sadistic pleasure, and there wasn't the slightest bit of room for feelings of guilt toward the boy whom I had ruined.

From that time, I became wholly obsessed with the thrill of torment.

That day was the first and last time that I turned my intent on anyone close to me. Afterward, I began to go to the next town over or farther still, searching for young men who fit my preferences.
As it turned out, the best place to get hold of a boy I didn't know in a town I didn't know, was to target gay males.
Fortunately for me, it seems that I am, at the very least, more attractive in outer appearance than ordinary, and whenever I stepped foot in a gay bar, the vast majority of the advances came from other parties rather than myself. Though just a few hours later, they would without fail regret the fact that they had approached me from the bottom of their hearts.

In any case, this meant that I was never lacking in prospects.

At the same time, as one would expect, I had learned from my first experience -- I kept myself in check in the respect that I took care never to leave my partners with the kind of lifelong trauma I had visited upon my first victim.
Yet and still, any man who spent a night with me soon grew fed up, and from then on would never again approach me at a bar.

But ironically enough, the beautiful boy that I've managed to secure this time, B, has no interest in homosexuality at all. I referred to him simply as "B", because when I asked his name he refused to tell me. I probably could have found out his personal information if I had searched his things, but his name wasn't of any particular consequence at this point to be honest. Now that he was mine and mine alone, "B", short for "Bitch", would do just fine.

It happened just a few days ago, when I had casually stepped into a convenience store on my way home from work. The instant I had laid eyes on him, cheerfully restocking shelves in the back, I'd felt every hair on my body stand on end. When he'd noticed me, B politely sent me a radiant smile, and a single word, "Welcome!", burst amiably from his lips.

That was the first time I had felt something of that caliber.

It was his toned, well proportioned body and his strong-willed, bright blue eyes that had impressed me at first, but as I looked on at him I realized that it was even more than that.
It was in the way that he'd stared back at me so directly, as if his wide, deep gaze were piercing right through me, and how the simple greeting had flowed from his generous mouth so sincerely and without hesitation - not just the response of someone used to repeating the same phrase over and over to every customer, but a personal greeting, directed at me.

When was the last time I had experienced such a strong, impulsive feeling out of nowhere like that?
It was quite possible that this was the first time in my life that I ever had.

....Want....
I want him.
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I have to have him!

A violent urge assaulted me, and my entire body trembled as though I were on the verge of breaking down.
At the same time, I felt some sort of strange nostalgia as I watched him him.
As if I had known him in some distant time past, a dim sense of deja vu settled over me, but the feeling was too indistinct to be real.

I put a hand to my face and felt how warm it was, already flushed with arousal, as I stared at his back in fixation.

I want him.

I yearned for him the way a child yearns after a new toy -- a selfish, all encompassing desire that clouds one's reason.
I wanted to be the last person ever allowed to know this bright existence, to revel in that lovely voice.

And so, I had waited.

I made my way back to the little store soon after taking my leave, but this time I stood stock still at the back door to the shop, waiting intently for the moment that the breathtaking creature from before would finally make his way out.

Every once in a while, a man or woman around my age -- presumably one of his fellow employees -- would come out and level me with a suspicious gaze when they suddenly noticed me standing there right by the exit, but it didn't deter me, or in fact make any impression on me in the slightest

It's quite possible that I had fallen in love for the very first time on that day.

I'm not sure how long I waited there, but eventually the door squeaked open loudly on rusty hinges, and I found myself face to face with B.

Eyes lighting with surprise the moment he noticed me, he had tossed me a slightly bewildered look. Standing this close to him, I realized that he was tall, perhaps even as tall as -- or even taller than -- I was, and as I had surmised immediately before, definitely my type.

B cocked his head at me slightly in confusion, a single golden eyebrow raising in my direction, even as a somewhat awkward smile lit his handsome features. One sun-kissed hand slid to the back of his neck, as the other raised in a soft little wave, and just like that he made to leave, moving past me and into the alleyway, his step light and carefree.

It was at that moment that I quickly slid up behind him, and in another moment I was roughly pressing soft cotton, loaded to the brim with potent chloroform, into his nose and mouth.

Not only was B tall, but well built and, a bit surprisingly, even stronger than I was, which made for a difficult job.
But my maddening desire was stronger still, and I held on to him unerringly, even as he thrashed and struggled like some wild thing.

As the seconds dragged on I could sense his violent resistance growing weak, and I soon felt his powerful back begin to slump against my chest. At long last glittering blue eyes grew distant and slid shut, and his body relinquished itself unwillingly to my care, looking for all the world like he was merely slipping into a deep sleep in my arms.

Almost forgetting the need for haste, I stared down into his peaceful countenance for a while, mesmerized. Even though the other man's body was well toned and definitively masculine -- he couldn't have been much younger than I if at all -- his face carried a certain roundness at the edges, around his soft cheeks and full lips. That, coupled with the healthy tan that ran the length of his body from head to toe, too uniform to be artificial, imparted a sense of boyishness that tickled at something deep in my chest. My heart was on overdrive, and it was from far more than the adrenaline rush that had come with the violent struggle.

He was even more beautiful than I had ever imagined at first glance.

The sound of distant footsteps brought me back to my sense of urgency, and with some effort I managed to hoist him onto my back, so that his arms draped about my neck somewhat from behind. To the casual passerby, I would have appeared as nothing more than a conscientious friend, dutifully lugging a drunken companion back to his home after a little too much alcohol.

My arms burned from the strength that I had exerted in putting him down, but I didn't care.
Carrying him all the way to my car was even more strenuous, but even that couldn't faze me in the slightest at this point.

At long last, I had finally obtained that which I had been searching for all this time, and I had no intention of letting it go.
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