When Kevin came to, he awoke to the sound of his boyfriend’s sniveling. He couldn’t remember where he was or what they were doing before they woke up in whatever strange place they were in now. It was dark, the floor beneath them was hard and unforgiving, and the smell of dust was faint in the air. He fumbled around in the darkness looking for Streber, his eyes slowly adjusting until he could just barely make out the features of the room around him.
Streber, who was already missing one of his arms before, was now missing the opposite leg, the remaining stump covered in gauze and tight bandages. Naked to boot. As was he, he realized. He was in such a clouded daze, he didn’t even notice at first. Streber was in a riled panic, screaming in agony from behind a rag that was wrapped around his mouth. Kevin rushed to his side. Something heavy was weighing his body down.
A dense metal collar was fastened around his neck and chained to the wall. Squinting through the darkness, he could see that Streber was sporting one identical, the hooks they were chained to just inches apart. Just where were they?
A loud crunching sound from a few feet behind them caught Kevin’s attention.
The man in the red devil costume. Chewing on… oh God, is that where Streber’s leg went? He had himself all set up like he was enjoying a pleasant evening dinner, sitting at a table that seemed to be in much better shape than the rest of the dingy room. The rest of the furniture was covered in a thin layer of dust, while their shackles were old and rusted. Kevin briefly considered the possibility of breaking free of them, but with their captor right there he had no hope of getting both himself and Streber out. No windows, and the only door was behind the man in the mask.
“Wakey wakey,” he drawled, setting down his fork. The piece of meat was skinned and prepped, somewhat. The fact that it was still raw and bleeding was enough to make Kevin want to start dry heaving. “Now that you’re good and rested, the show can start.” He watched the two expectantly. Kevin and Streber only stared back in horror. With an annoyed sigh, he stabbed the fork into a piece of leg meat and motioned impatiently with it in hand. “Go on, then.”
Kevin tried to speak. He could barely raise his voice above a whisper, fearing the kind of answer he might get. “Go on and do… what?”
Bob set down his fork and leaned toward them with his elbows on his knees. “What else do you do when you and your lover are both naked together in the dark?”
Kevin felt all the color drain from his face. “You want me to… With him? Right now, in front of you? ”
He smiled back and returned to eating his meal. Just dinner and a show to him.
He cast a look back at Streber, who had tears forming in his eyes as he tried to scramble away on his single leg. They’ve done it before, sure, but neither of them was too keen on the idea of having sex right after being involuntarily amputated. “And if we don’t, then what? You’ll kill us?”
“You? Maybe not. But I’ll gladly eat more bits and pieces from him until either you give me something fun to watch, or until he’s all gone, and you’ll get to live on knowing it was all your fault. The choice is yours.”
“But there’s no lube.”
“Then you’ll just have to make do without, won’t you?”
Make do? No, Kevin knew that what Bob wanted was for this to be as miserable as possible. He approached the sobbing Streber, who was trying to scuttle away backward. The sight of him like this left Kevin’s gut in a knot. But at least it was him tasked with doing this to Streber, as awful as that sounded, because he could try to make this less painful for him.
“Hey, come on, listen. I know you don’t want to do this, but I can’t let him hurt you anymore,” he tried to reassure him, and slowly reached for the rag in the man’s mouth. Streber suddenly went still, wanting to trust that Kevin had some kind of plan. “We just need to make it hurt less, so here, let me—”
“Hold it.”
They froze.
“You can’t just go changin’ the rules. Restraints stay on.”
No. No, no, no. “But shouldn’t he at least try to get it wet—”
“Restraints. Stay. On.”
Kevin’s heart sank. His entire plan went up in smoke. Not that it would have been any less embarrassing to do it in front of their assailant, but he was hoping that having Streber suck him off a little first would help in place of lube. There was no way Streber’s entire body wasn’t tense from the pain and stress he was going through. Going in dry was out of the question.
Streber looked at Kevin with wide eyes and mumbled frantically from behind the gag. Kevin settled down in front of him and rubbed his shoulders to try to comfort him. “I’m sorry about this. But work with me here. I don’t want him to kill you.”
A knowing whimper drove the last nail through Kevin’s heart. They both knew that there wasn’t a choice, it was either this or more pieces of him ripped off until there was nothing left. He would disappear, piece by bloody piece, right before Kevin’s eyes. The bandages covering where his leg once was were already spotting blood from underneath, a shoddy job just to keep the man alive long enough to play this sick game.
They had to get moving. Kevin pushed Streber onto his back and tried to get him comfortable, all while tears streamed from his eyes. There was no way in hell he would be relaxed enough for this. There was so little Kevin could do to make this any better.
Kevin looked back over his shoulder. Bob was leaning forward in his seat again. Kevin shuddered to know that everything was going to be on display for a guy like that. And who was to say that he would keep good on his word? They could go through with this and still get killed in the end.
Both of them had the slightest of erections just from the fear and adrenaline pumping through them, but that was still going to be its own problem. He spat on his hand and tried to rub himself to life, desperately trying to pretend his potential killer wasn’t sitting right behind him watching his every move and eating chunks of his boyfriend’s disembodied leg. His original plan was to use spit to lube himself a bit anyway, and mitigating Streber’s pain was his first priority.
It got him a little harder, but he learned quickly that spit in such small amounts really fucking sucks as lube. It dried far too quickly when spread around on his dick. He needed another plan. Streber looked at him with confusion when he started gratuitously licking and sucking on a few of his own fingers. He couldn’t waste any time explaining; he shoved one into Streber’s ass, hoping to get his loosened up at least a little. Anything to hurt his boyfriend even the tiniest bit less.
He wiggled in discomfort and whined at the intrusion, but at least it didn’t seem to hurt much. Okay, so far, so good. Gentle motions, in and out, and Streber’s rapid breathing slowed down somewhat. A second finger earned him a strained grunt from Streber, but he didn’t struggle or fight it. But Kevin could still feel the tension around his fingers as Streber endured the pain the rest of his body was in.
Oh, Streber… why does he have to keep putting you through this?
Kevin fought back the urge to cry. Streber was being brave for him despite the agony he was clearly in, and Kevin had to keep himself calm for his sake as well.
He spread his fingers open inside of Streber’s ass, carefully, giving him the best care he could manage. If he could keep going like this, then just maybe…
“Tick tock,” Bob drawled from behind him. “Your audience is getting impatient.”
In a panic, Kevin pulled his fingers out, spat on his hand in a last-ditch effort to lube himself up one more time, and pushed his cock into Streber. A pained scream tore out from behind the rag in his mouth; it still wasn’t enough prep, but it had to be better than nothing. It had to be. Kevin couldn’t accept that all his effort was for nothing.
“I’m sorry, Streber. I’m so sorry,” he pleaded, trying to give him some time to adjust before he felt the need to speed up. But he knew that time was a precious resource, and if he didn’t give Bob what he wanted then he would do so much worse to Streber. Fresh tears stained Streber’s cheeks. “It’s okay, it’s okay… I’ll get you out of here, I’ll stop the bleeding and take care of you, just please try to relax…”
He could say that as much as he wanted, but he knew it was pointless. Who could “relax” at a time like this? He was asking too much of him. The thought of hurting him, even if he had no other choice if he wanted to save his life, was heavy on his mind.
“What a sweet an’ lovin’ man he’s got. Lucky guy,” he said with a chuckle, taking another bite of meat.
When this was all over, he’d find some way to kill this bastard, he swore on his life. That fat bastard, this absolute monster, putting them both through this. And for what? He wasn’t even rubbing himself off to this. He was just sitting there, eating, enjoying the view of two people’s trauma happening right in front of him for no reason except his personal amusement.
As long as Bob wasn’t heckling him, Kevin would gladly assume he was going fast and hard enough for his liking. He wanted to avoid getting rougher with Streber as much as he could help it, he would surely break down if Streber started crying any more than he already was. If they got out of here alive, Kevin promised he’d make their next time, if there was one, the best Streber could ever ask for. He held on to that thought while he fucked him and begged for his forgiveness.
Streber seemed to understand now that Kevin was only doing this to save him from certain death, but would he see it the same way once they were free? Kevin leaned his body forward and left pitiful kisses on Streber’s neck. Anything to remind him that he loved him, and that he’d never do something like this to him if he had a choice. Never in a million years. He sneaked a few soothing whispers into his ear, hoping that they would be only for Streber and nobody else.
The tightness around his dick felt good, as far as his body was concerned. And it disgusted him. His mind wasn’t into it, but it was like his body couldn’t tell the difference anymore. He hoped like hell that Streber wasn’t getting the wrong idea, not when he already had so much emotional turmoil to endure already. And he was trying so hard, he really was. Kevin could tell that at least in the moment, Streber was putting his trust in him to make the right decision. He just hoped they would both feel the same about it later.
Through all of Streber’s whimpers and muffled wails, his body suddenly tensed up and squeezed hard around Kevin’s cock. He was about to lean down to comfort the man, thinking he was tensing up from the stress and the pain, when he looked to see that he was actually… having an orgasm from this? A few weak strings of cum spilled onto his belly, his breath speeding up until it slowed down once more. Kevin felt a morbid sense of relief; maybe this could end now. He turned his head to look back at Bob, who was still looking at him expectantly.
“Well? Why’d you stop?”
“He’s… He’s finished. Please, can you let us go now?”
“He finished, but did you? It wouldn’t be fair for you to walk away with nothing, now would it?”
Kevin pressed himself forward slowly and watched for Streber’s reaction. He whimpered and squirmed in discomfort. He wasn’t ready to go another round, but Bob definitely wasn’t about to give them the luxury of a break.
Their torment wasn’t over.