Page 24 of My Hunger, Your Soul

I clear my throat and head to my room, feeling him follow behind me, his footsteps alerting me to his presence. As we enter the bare room, with only a bed and table, he looks around, for what, I’m not sure. Then he stops when he sees the back of my bedroom door, which he closes, where there is a hook fixed.

“Give me your hands. No arguing. The sooner you do this, the sooner I'll leave,” he growls and I shudder at the gravel in his voice. Deciding to keep my mouth shut, I put both hands out to him and he proceeds to undo the cuffs on my shirt and roll the sleeves to my elbows. He then unravels the tape, and starts to bind my wrists together. I feel my eyes start to water, overwhelming fear taking over as I start to tremble.

“Ivan, please don’t do this. Don’t hurt me,” I say, pleading with whatever ounce of empathy he may have.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Ty. I just wanna show you something. I promise you’ll like it.”

“I don’t understand,” I say as he grabs me and manhandles me to the bedroom door, and raises my bound hands above my head and rests them over the hook on the door. I stand here like meat on a butcher's hook, shocked by what is happening. Ivan throws his knife and tape onto the bed and slowly removes my suit tie. Our faces are so close, I can feel his increasingly rapid breaths against my mouth. The shock is so real that I barely move as he unbuttons my shirt until it falls open, my nipples harden at the air that tickles them. Ivan moves back a step and shamelessly studies my body. I’m in great shape and I’m a thousand percent aware that this assessment is sexual. He steps closer to me and gently presses his index finger against my neck.

“I can see your pulse flutter through your skin, Ty. Do you know how sexy that is?” he says, and all I can do is swallow past my dry throat and hold my breath in the hope that it calms my rapid heart. His finger moves to my forehead where he glides his finger from left to right before sucking it into his mouth.

“You're sweaty too…so reactive to me, Ty.”

“No I’m not. I’m scared, you freak. You’re touching me against my will, threatening me. Let me go.”

All the gentleness that his stunning face projects falls away like it was never there to begin with, and the fear really kicks in. His big brown eyes appear black, as if he’s been taken over by some supernatural force. Ivan takes in a deep breath and I swear he doubles in size and presence. I’m fucking terrified. But part of me doesn’t want it to stop. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m living. Every ounce of oxygen surrounding me feels solid in its form. I’m so aware of every sound and visual in this room, it builds like a drug in my body, high on the adrenaline. It hits me that it's because I am trapped, possibly on the verge of death and the unknown. It’s taken away all logic and left me with only awareness of my body and mind. The thrill and fear combined is lethal in its concoction. I’m on the precipice of the unknown, staring at the embodiment of evil. As that’s how Ivan looks. Demonic. Hungry, and not for food.

“You can’t appeal to my human side, Ty. I don’t possess one. And I don’t appreciate your lies.”

“What lies?”

“That I’m touching you against your will. It’s a lie,” he literally growls at me, showing his teeth in an animalistic sneer as he grabs my dick through my pants with a hard squeeze. Holy shit. I’m hard. I’m fucking hard and I didn’t notice. What the hell is wrong with me?

“This…this tells me different, Ty. You want me.”

I shake my head in despair, he’s wrong. He lets go of me and turns to grab his knife off my bed and resumes his position. With the tip of the knife he presses into my throat, before gliding it down to my sternum where he stops his journey. My panting is so fast, I start to feel dizzy, my head falling back onto the door as I try to calm myself, telling myself lies that everything will be okay.

“My hunger, your soul,” he mumbles. which briefly composes me as I try to understand what he means.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to consume your soul, Ty. Something inside me needs it, and I’m afraid I can’t stop now that I’ve started.”

“Please, Ivan…please…this isn’t right,” I beg, as a tear rolls down my cheek, but he isn’t listening to me. He’s too busy. The knife is thrown onto the ground as he proceeds to undo my belt and unzip my pants, before forcefully pushing them down around my ankles. I’m lost. Frozen in time. But as he pulls down my underwear, I feel my hard cock slap against my stomach, and I want to cringe in embarrassment. I close my eyes tightly in the hope that if I can’t see what’s happening, then it isn’t real. That’s until a warm wet sensation engulfs the tip of my dick, forcing me onto my toes in what I can only describe as utter ecstasy.

“Open your eyes and watch me, Ty. Otherwise I’ll engrave my initials on this pretty cock,” he says as he slaps my dick. I open my eyes and look down to see him on his knees, and the sight causes my legs to tremble. Talk about a rollercoaster of emotions. I’ve gone from terrified and confused to horny and desperate for him to continue.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Ty?” Ivan says, his breath ghosting over the tip of my dick while he holds it firmly in his hand. Those cold brown eyes lock onto mine and I can hear the command in them. The warning. But I can’t form the words.

“I’m disappointed, Ty. That bitchy mouth of yours normally has no problem speaking. Do you need a little persuasion?” He picks up the knife that's on the ground beside him and aims it at the side of my cock.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah, so you can talk. Tell me you want me to suck your dick, Ty, otherwise I’ll have to get creative.”

“Fuck. You,” I say, just as he grins, looking up at me through those long black lashes before focusing on placing the tip of the knife on my shaft. Shit. I feel a sting where he pierces the skin with the very tip of the blade, thrusting me into a world of dread and intrigue that I don’t want to acknowledge right now.

“Suck my cock!” I scream in panic, but manage to make it sound like a plea too.

I await a sarcastic comeback, but Ivan yet again throws me off track and engulfs my whole dick in one move that erases my mind of every thought.

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IVAN

“Oh god,” Tyler moans as I swallow him down whole. I have no gag reflex, so taking him as deep as possible is not a problem. I love sucking dick. It’s like a sensory pleasure, focusing my brain away from its usual busy format.

I remove my mouth and stare up at Ty, who is literally only holding on by the tape he is bound by. His brow and upper chest glisten with sweat, his body limp like a noodle, melting into the door as he enjoys my mouth. I knew he wanted this. I wish he was fully naked right now, spread out on the bed, ready for me to take over his body in ways he’s never experienced before. But I don’t have time tonight. I stick out my tongue and rub the piercing salaciously up and down the side of his cock, before teasing it over the tip. Rolling it back and forth. My spit drips off him, making his dick look beautiful and shiny, getting closer to the finale.

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