Page 12 of The Highwaymen

“I told you to shut up,” I snarled, bringing my belt down hard across his exposed ass. He yelped in pain, his back arching beautifully. I let the belt fall again and again, relishing each cry I wrung from his throat, until his pale skin bloomed with angry red welts.

Tossing the belt aside, I grabbed his hips and flipped him over roughly. His tear-streaked face stared up at me, eyes bright with fear and lust. His hard cock twitched against his stomach, leaking beautifully.

“Please, I'll do anything,” he choked out between sobs. “Just don't kill me.”

“Oh, I'm not going to kill you yet, sweetheart,” I purred, trailing my fingers down his heaving chest. I circled a pert nipple before pinching it viciously, making him cry out. “I'm going to make you suffer first. Make you beg for death.”

Leaning down, I captured his mouth in another brutal kiss, swallowing his whimpers. I bit his already split lip savagely, fresh blood blooming on my tongue.

I grabbed a fistful of Jamie's hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at me. With my other hand, I slowly unzipped my jeans, releasing my cock. Jamie's eyes went wide at the sight, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

“Get on your knees and open wide, boy,” I growled, shoving him off the bed. He scrambled to comply, kneeling at my feet.

I fished my hammer out of my backpack, the solid weight of the wooden handle fitting perfectly in my palm. Jamie eyed the hammer as I caressed the smooth metal head.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” I purred, trailing the cold steel along his jawline while he shuddered. “If you do a good job, maybe I'll only break a few of your bones instead of bashing your pretty face in.”

Jamie whimpered but obediently opened his mouth, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. I grabbed his hair and yanked him forward, forcing my cock deep into his throat. He gagged and choked around my length, but I held him in place, savoring the way his throat convulsed.

With my cock buried deep in Jamie's throat, I tightened my grip on his hair and started thrusting brutally, fucking his face with punishing force. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he choked and sputtered, drool and blood dripping down his chin. But like the pain slut he was, his own neglected cock twitched and leaked against his stomach.

“That's it, take it all like a good little whore,” I snarled, slamming into his throat. The head of my hammer dug into his hollowed cheek, cold steel against feverish skin.

Abruptly, I yanked him off my spit-slicked shaft. He gasped for air, coughing and retching. Before he could recover, I backhanded him viciously across the face, snapping his head to the side. A crimson handprint bloomed on his pale cheek.

He touched his cheek and glared at me, murder in his eyes. Fuck, he’d never been more enticing than he was in that moment, all rage and coiled violence.

“What’s the matter?” I ground out. “Too much for you?”

He swallowed. “Did I fucking say it was too much?”

“If you can handle more, then get on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.” I ground out the words through clenched teeth.

Jamie rushed to obey, crawling onto the stained mattress on trembling limbs. I followed, prowling behind him like a predator stalking wounded prey. He flinched as I touched the cold metal head of the hammer against his ass cheek, then groaned when I slowly traced it over his hip.

Swallowing hard, I traced the hammer head down Jamie's spine, mesmerized by the way his supple skin pebbled with goosebumps in its wake. His lithe body trembled beneath my touch, every quivering muscle pulled taut with anticipation and dread.

I pressed the steel against his entrance, watching his hole flutter and clench. A wicked grin tugged at my lips as I imagined breaching him with the cold, unyielding metal, stretching him wide and making him scream. I pictured thrusting the handle deep into his guts, fucking him raw and bloody with the makeshift weapon until he was sobbing and broken.

For a moment, I was tempted to act on my twisted impulse. To brutalize him in a way he'd never forget, to ruin him for anyone else.

But even through the haze of sadistic lust, I knew I couldn't risk damaging him too badly. Not yet, anyway. I had special plans for my pretty, vicious boy.

I pulled the hammer away and tossed it back onto the bed. There would be time enough later to explore its potential. For now, I had other ways to make my toy suffer exquisitely.

I yanked Jamie's ass up higher, spreading his cheeks wide. I spit onto his twitching hole, watching it clench and flutter.

“Please, no...” Jamie whimpered, his body trembling. “I've never...”

“Never had a real man?” I started working the spit in with my thumb, making him writhe.

“I’ve never had a man,” he lied, but it was all part of the act. Jamie was about as far from a virgin as I was from being a saint. Didn’t matter, though. I was into it.

I let out a cruel laugh, spreading his cheeks wider. “Well, ain't that sweet. A virgin sacrifice, just for me.”

I pressed the blunt head of my cock against his entrance, barely breaching the tight ring of muscle. Jamie tensed, a choked sob escaping his lips. I leaned over him, my chest pressed to his back, and sunk my teeth into his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

“Beg for it,” I hissed in his ear. “Beg me to tear your virgin ass apart with my big, thick cock.”

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