Session

Book 1 Story 5 – Scott is introduced as the stories take a dark and disturbing turn (Adult, violence)

A vile glob of vomit clung to his lower lip, inconsequential in contrast to the violent contractions still seeking to expel what stomach contents he might have left. The pool below was neatly skirted by his tormentor, as he eyed the man, twelve years his junior. He was spent, shattered, but there may be room for greater suffering still.

            The haze in Scott’s mind was not parting this time. The pain inflicted had far exceeded his threshold, leaving his mind unable to function. He had only a vague awareness of the sadist now standing before him, studying him with frigid detachment.  

            Scowling, Stefan lunged forward, tearing leads from clamps he’d attached earlier to various parts of Scott’s body. The shocks the wires had delivered had done nothing to satisfy him this time. Scott had screamed, as he always did, but his resilience had proven stronger than the last time, and the time before. The ‘boy’ had learned to tolerate his fate with defiance.

            Stefan growled with livid menace. What point was there in torturing this thing if there was no fear? The aphrodisiac he craved, that fueled his lust for further violence?

            He’d acquired Scott through a deal with his former mistress. A plaything to be abused that wouldn’t be missed. A 21-year-old college dropout whose idea of success was finding a quarter wedged behind a sofa cushion. Uninspired and unemployed, his one remaining friend was days away from booting him out as well, tired of his slovenly ways. Luck had been on Stefan’s side when he happened upon him. The kid actually wanted to give up the next to nothing he had, just to be abused. Why? For the ridiculous notion that pain and suffering might do him some good. He was meant to be truly regretting that idea now.

            The dom watched with great disappointment as one last heaving contraction sent a few more drops from Scott’s lips to the floor below. He was done. There was nothing left in the kid to torture, just this broken shell. Furious at having been robbed of the terror he craved, Stefan flung the leads and the few clamps he’d torn away with them and threw the lot across the room bellowing “FUCK!!” 

            Chest heaving with rage, he collected himself for a moment before turning back to Scott. Moving to his side, careful not to step in the sickening pool, he reached up to release the slave’s wrists from the shackles that held his arms back and up in the stress position. 

A barely audible “No” sent Stefan on alert. The boy shouldn’t have been conscious much less able to voice objections. “I’m not done yet.”

Stefan responded with a powerful backhand across Scott’s cheek, sending him reeling. “Since when it that yours to call!?”

“I’m not done!” The broken thing asserted with growing strength, eyes boring into Stefan’s cold, grey orbs. With what strength he could muster, he then spat the remnants of his bilious secretions towards his diminutive tormentor.

“Why the fuck would I want to continue!?” Stefan roared, with white hot rage. “This is for my pleasure, not yours AND I DON’T GET OFF ON CONSENT!” 

A now weakening response asserted “more”. 

I am done with you!” Stefan screeched, releasing the binds, letting Scott drop to the floor. Before he’d even hit the ground, the sadist screamed “GET THE FUCK OUT!!“

Scott’s naked body fell into the still warm vomit below, limp and folded in on himself like a discarded cloth. Groaning feebly, it seemed he would stay there, passing into unconscious when a twitch of a finger indicated he wasn’t ready to give in quite yet. Stefan watched with alarm as slight movement became an effort to stand. A swift, devastating kick to the kidney put the attempt to an end. Nothing more was uttered, nor any movement detected as Scott’s world finally went black.

“It’s about fucking time,” went unheard.

As black turned to indistinct grey a short time later, an ambiguous jumble of tones and pitches alerted the slave that Stefan was no longer alone.

“Clean him up! Toss him out on the street!! Make sure he doesn’t find his way back here!!” Stefan’s familiar raspy voice roared, though from where Scott couldn’t tell. Sound echoed off the stone walls of the cold dungeon, seeming to envelop. “Get rid of him!”

Stark terror parted Scott’s clouded mind, blinking the haze out of existence. “NO!!” came his voluminous cry, rife with alarm.

Stefan whipped around, coming at the beleaguered slave with white-hot fury. “WHAT DID YOU SAY!??”

Panic propelled Scott’s broken-down body to move, eyes to zero in on Stefan’s advancing form. The Manor’s two burly security guards stood behind, near the door. Both were trying not to look the slave’s way, discomforted by the damage done to him. Their employer’s extreme, deranged approach to BDSM typically toed a questionable line, but didn’t cross what he could waiver away as ‘legal’. This wasn’t it. Scott hadn’t been there to be pleasured; he was an outlet for criminal urges Stefan’s usual clients couldn’t satisfy.

Scott thrust a hand forward, desperately seeking Stefan’s foot to prostrate himself before. In his weakened state, all he managed was to twitch a few fingers in the dom’s direction. Tears welled in his massive eyes. “I can be better!! My mind, it’s fucked up from the pain! I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT I WAS SAYING!!”

“Interesting,” Stefan remarked, as cold as ice.

“I don’t want to go! Don’t make me go!! I want to be here!!!” the blubbering thing cried between choked sobs and a final panicked retch.

Stefan slowly lowered himself to a crouch, studying the odd reaction. “There’s the fear I was looking for.”

Reduced to pathetic whimpering, Scott strained to touch the dom’s fine leathered knee. “Please…. Please.. I don’t want to go….”

Disgusted by the slave’s near success in reaching him, Stefan stood back up, his face devoid of emotion. “Clean him up!” he barked to the guards, scrutinizing Scott’s reaction. “Toss him on the street with three hundred bucks in his pocket. Throw in a phone while you’re at it. Let him wonder if he’ll ever get that call, demanding him back.”

The result of his words was notable. Flooded with life threatening levels of adrenalin, Scott all at once found strength to lunge forward, grabbing Stefan by the ankles. Shaking violently enough to nearly knock the dom off his feet, Scott bellowed out a reply. “NO WAIT!!! I’M THE BEST YOU EVER HAD!!! I’M EVEN BETTER THAN PIG!!! YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT WITH ME AND YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO PAY ME!!!”

Stefan froze at the name of a slave-for-hire he used the year before to rile up the crowds, but those cocaine-fueled stage shows were a thing of the past. ‘Pig’, as he was called, had retired. His absence had created the void Stefan was looking to fill when he acquired Scott. The in-house slaves couldn’t handle what their Master reallywanted to do with them. Where had the kid heard of him? No matter. The shows were hardly a secret. Scott’s former mistress probably raved on about one.

“Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?” Stefan sneered. “I can do whatever I want, but what’s the fucking point? Where’s the whites of your eyes? The racing of your heart? The nightmares flooding your mind at the sound of my name? Where’s the TERROR that gets me so FUCKING HARD!?”

Reduced back to choking sobs, Scott looked about ready to pass out again. “I am scared, I am so scared Master, I’ve never been so scared in my life! Don’t send me away, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me!!” I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK TO MY OLD LIFE!!!”

To Stefan’s absolute disgust, Scott moved his hands up to the dom’s knees, grasping them with all the force he could muster. Sliding one of his own legs forward, he pressed his badly quaking foot to the floor in a herculean effort to stand. Horror-struck by the kid’s gall, Stefan tore himself free by stepping back, following through with a devastating stomp on Scott’s back. “WHY WON’T YOU STAY THE FUCK DOWN!!??!”

The slave collapsed as darkness overcame him again, his sweat-soaked hair now taking contributions from the vomit beneath. He stayed out this time, looking no more likely to wake than the discarded sack he now resembled. 

Letting the enraged heaves of his chest settle to a steady calm, Stefan turned his head slightly, keeping his eyes on Scott while issuing new orders to the guards behind. “Dump him somewhere in the outskirts. CLOTHED!! I don’t need some fucking cops trying to figure out where a naked, beaten man came from!”

The largest of the pair, a five-year veteran of the well-paid and normally cushy position, sputtered out a nervous response. Being an accomplice to crime was not part of job description. “W-where?” 

Stefan whipped around, leaving the man to wisely clamp his mouth shut. Unlike the slave, this underling was rightly terrified of his employer. “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHERE!!!” 

An exchange of glances between the two was easy enough to read. They were wondering if it was time to resign and disappear, not necessarily in that order. Grinning, Stefan made a slow advance towards them. “That kid isn’t going to call anyone. Not the police, not his FUCKING MOMMY!! He’ll be waiting like a good boy for his FUCKING FIX!!! OR DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!!?”

Swallowing down some nervous bile, the second guard spoke up this time. “W-what phone, Sir?”

Irritated, Stefan rolled his eyes. “Buy a fucking burner somewhere! Give him that fucking piece of shit I bought and didn’t like! Throw a fucking SIM card in it and give me the fucking number!! NOW MOVE IT AND CLEAN HIM THE FUCK UP!!!”

As the last of the guards hefted Scott over his shoulder, Stefan heard the youth gurgle “Yes, Master. I’ll get you some water.” He then struggled a bit, weakly, before succumbing to limpness. “I like it here,” he quietly mused. “It makes me feel good to win for a change.” With that, he slipped back into unconsciousness.

Stefan furrowed his brow as they exited, wondering what he meant by that. The only winners here were his security when they got their payoff. It may have just been the ramblings of Scott’s addled mind, but he wasn’t sure about either. His I’m-going-to-shit-myself reaction to being rejected had been quite spectacular. He really didn’t want to go. He must be accomplishing something, in his own simpleton way. 

            Stefan turned to grimace at the mess on the floor. A snorted giggle escaped him. Putting the back of his hand to his mouth, he stifled the few snickers that followed, enjoying the little quakes of his shoulders. Now he was getting hard.

            He couldn’t wait to see to Scott jump at every slight when he called him back.