Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Before the End ❯ 2. My Fuck Toy ( Chapter 2 )

“Well, I suppose that makes sense, eh?” I shrugged. I leaned back against the counter. “All right, I can go see `im whenever, I'm somewhat anxious to get out of here,” I let my eyes fall shut, I was suddenly feeling tired and light headed, I hadn't had that much to drink, maybe I just needed a nap.

 

“We could leave now if you'd like,” His voice was faint to me, and I barely heard it, let alone understood. “I'll drive you back to my place and show you around,” His voice had completely died out by the end of the sentence. I couldn't hear a single thing, not the music, not the voices, not even my own breath. I slowly fell unconscious, I felt the bottle slip from my grasp but made no attempt to catch it, I felt the splash soak through my pant leg after it crashed to the floor, but that was it.

 

 

 

 

 

I remember when they first brought him in, he put up quite a fight, and I listened the entire struggle. He seemed like a handful for the guards, but I can't say I didn't see that as a good thing. They whipped him five lashes on his first day in, and I had to listen to him scream. I wondered where he'd come from, I was born in the dark and had spent my whole life there, I knew there was more in the world, but I didn't know what. He was so disobedient, I'd never heard anyone speak to the guards the way he was, I immediately knew he was trouble.

 

I was fed right after they finished whipping him the very day they brought him in. Surprisingly the food was actually decent tasting, there was a stale roll, and cold chicken soup, but it could have been worse. They only fed us once a day, and sometimes it seemed that they skipped a day because they weren't in the mood or something, so I was always very happy to have food.

 

“Anyone home?” There were a few knocks on the wall between our cells. I was startled and hurried over to the opposite side of my cell, we weren't supposed to talk to each other, and I didn't want to get caught. He must've heard me move because he continued to speak. “It's okay, I don't bite, not that I can,” He said. “I could use a bite though, two day ride down here and they wouldn't even stop at McDonalds for me, can you believe that?” He chuckled. I didn't know what a McDonald was but it seemed like he was telling me he was hungry, that's when I noticed the small space between the wall and the floor. It was only about an inch high, but that may have been just enough.

 

I could hear him breathing heavily as I crept over to the other side of the cell quietly with the roll in my hand. I was a little reluctant, but I shoved the stale bread through the crack before I could change my mind about it. There was a pause after it was all the way through, and I wondered if he'd seen it.

 

“Thanks,” He said simply. I smiled but naturally didn't reply, I wish I knew how to write or read, then again even if I did I had nothing to write on or with. I wanted to talk to him, I did, but what if they heard me?

 

“Well I suppose you're just being cooperative when you don't talk back, I was told we weren't aloud to communicate,” He began. “I understand your position. This war has been going on for fifteen years, and they finally caught my family and I. They killed my dad, and my sister and girlfriend were put in the breeding or house. I don't have any patience for these people; I promise I won't get you in any trouble though. You don't ever have to talk back,” He explained. I felt sorry for him, his past sounded terrible, his sister was taken from him, his father killed? I wanted to do something, so I squeezed my hand as far as I could through the crack and just happened to come in contact with his hand.

 

“Well at least I know you're listening,” He chuckled. “One tap if you're a girl, two if a boy,” He said. I paused but then tapped my first two fingers on the floor twice. “A boy,” He put his hand on mine.

 

“Once for yes, two for no,” He changed the rules of the game. “Were you born in this place?” He asked. I tapped my fingers once. “Oh boy, you have no idea how different the real world is, compared to this place, it's like a paradise,” He let out a heavy sigh as I listened. I hoped he would go on, I wanted to know more about paradise.

 

There was a loud crack, the sound that was made when my cell door was opened, only mine was still shut. I jerked back and hurried back to the other side of the cell to finish my food, realizing they'd want my bowl soon.

 

“Who were you talking to!” There was a loud voice followed by a painful yelp.

 

“Myself,” he yelled, he was coughing and gagging.

 

“I don't want to here any voices down here again, and if I find out you were talking to someone else you're going to get it,” I cringed when there was another yelp. Everything was silent then, after the door was shut next to me, no one came to get my bowl. I felt bad for what had happened to him, even though it wasn't really my fault, I was afraid it had been.

 

“Paradise,” After a while I heard the voice again. He must've been crazy to open his mouth after that, but yet, I was glad he did.

 

 

 

 

I had to pry my eyelids open due to the bright light that was shining in my eyes. I was in a room, a nice room on a soft sofa with a glass table in the center and a television in front of me. I'd been dreaming again, it seemed every time I fell asleep I dreamed about it, it was killing me.

 

“Paradise?” I heard a voice from behind me and jumped, turning quickly to see Ben leaning over the back of the couch, looking down at me. “You mumbled it in your sleep,” He said. I looked away and rubbed the back of my neck, blinking and trying to get things straight. “What's Paradise?” He tapped me on the shoulder. I looked back at him quickly and shrugged, wondering what I was doing there in that house.

 

“It's nothing,” I replied. Richard had been wrong about paradise after all; the world was still hell, just not as deep a circle. It puzzled me that I was happier in the prison camp when he was there, happier than I was now, bedding hot chicks once a week and getting drunk and high whenever I felt like it.

 

“Whatever, you passed out back at the bar in case you don't remember. I brought you back here so you could meet Rat, but I gotta go in about five minutes, so I'll have to leave you on your own,” He headed into the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and stood up slowly, I guess I was stuck taking care of his rat no matter what now.

 

“I'll pay you when I get back. Rat's in the room at the end of the hallway upstairs. Give him whatever I got for food, and don't forget water. Remember; keep him happy and alive, that's all I ask. Feel free to spend the nights here if you like,” He made a sandwich and then he was out the door.

 

I let out a long sigh, looking out the window as he climbed into the driver's seat of a red car. I lifted my arm and looked at my watch, it was ten-thirty, he must've been catching a red-eye. I opened the fridge, if he was going to leave me here like this without showing me around the place I decided to make myself at home. I'd have to check on the rat later too, but when I opened the fridge I saw all kinds of good stuff to eat, and my mind was fixed on food.

 

I heated up some leftover pizza in the microwave and set a box of popsicles on the glass table in front of the TV, along with a jar of sugar cookies and four cans of Pepsi. It was time for me to just chill out, and this guy had everything you could ever need to do so. I'd called my mom the next day and tell her where I was, discuss the situation and everything, but tonight I was going to fix a horrible day.

 

I started to dose off in front of the television around midnight, and decided I'd better at least make sure the rat was doing okay before I hit the sack. He didn't tell me where I should sleep, but I supposed the couch was comfortable enough, so I lay out a few blankets and a pillow on it before I headed upstairs.

 

There was no light switch on the stairs, no light in the hall way and on top of that now windows, it was pitch black. I crept slowly down the hall toward the room at the very end. The floor creaked under my feet and the walls seemed to be coming closer and closer together. There was light around the rim of the door and it was the only thing that was illuminated. I felt like a character in a science fiction horror story, the one that was about to get his face ripped off by some maniac with green hair.

 

I reached for the door knob slowly, though I didn't know why, somehow I managed to imagine that hell was behind the door, then again the light shining through the cracks wasn't at all the light of fire. My fingers which inches from the knob when I heard a sound, it sounded like the creaking of and old worn out mattress. I assumed it was just the rat mixed with my ears playing tricks on me, and turned the doorknob. When I swung the door open my jaw fell open immediately at what I saw.

 

I didn't see a cage, or a rat, or any kind of animal for that reason, but a human being with almost white hair, under the covers, sleeping peacefully in the bed before me. I was curious about the situation and took a few steps closer, as I approached I found that it was a man, not a man actually, a boy, he looked younger than I was in fact. I stood beside him on the bed, just wondering what kind of sick joke Ben was playing here, and what the boy was doing there. The boy rolled over, facing away from me still asleep, now and I noticed h wasn't wearing a shirt, which for only a perverted reason made me wonder if he was completely naked or if he had pants on. I leaned over slowly and gently lifted the covers to check, that was a mistake.

 

In seconds I'd almost jumped out of my socks as the boy's head snapped up off the pillow and turned toward me. I found myself stunned, staring into a pair of dull, purple eyes… purple? He looked me over for a few minutes and then sat up, throwing the blankets off of him and turning away from him. My jaw fell open, he was naked, and he had an amazing back, I could only imagine the front. His body reminded me of a woman's thin, skinny, and even a bit curvy here and there, I licked my lips.

 

“Who are you?” He finally spoke. His voice was soft but he sounded irritated as well.

 

“I'm… Remmi,” I swallowed. “I'm here to take care of the rat, what's your name what are you doing here?” I asked, Ben hadn't told me there was someone else in the house, what the hell was he trying to do.

 

“He calls me Rat,” He said coldly, looking back at me. My mouth fell open, could this boy have been what I was supposed to be watching, but why?

 

“Don't you have a real name?” I said stuttering. The boy stood up slowly and walked over to the dresser and picked up a hairbrush. My mouth fell open, my eyes locked on the most beautiful pair of cheeks I'd ever laid eyes on. I licked my lips, staring endlessly, looking him up and down over and over again. I saw his eyes lock on mine in the mirror and he stopped, slowly turning around. His skin was so pale; it didn't look as though he'd ever gotten an inch of sunlight. I swallowed as he walked toward me, his whole body was bear and I could see everything, I couldn't deny that I was loving it.

 

“Do you want to fuck me?” He sat back down on the bed cross-legged and tilted his head at me. I think I'd just pissed myself, I never thought I'd hear those words out of anyone in such a manner, and I found it even more astounding that I loved hearing it as much as I did. I was still scanning him with my eyes when I nodded slowly; I was getting hard just looking at him. He had a face that displayed complete innocence, the way he looked at me, filled me with lust. All the questions I had about his existence had long disappeared.

 

“Very well,” He said under his breath and lay back down on the bed, spreading his legs and lifting them up so that his feet were in the air.

 

“Shouldn't we have some sort of cream or something?” I asked, as horny as I was, I still had the basic instinct to be safe about it.

 

“I don't need it,” He replied. “I can blow you first if you'd like?” He put his legs down and turned over onto his side. I started to unzip my pants; all I could do was nod. He reached out a hand and caught mine before I'd completely opened them. Just that small gesture took my breath away.

 

“Let me do it,” He leaned forward and kissed my stomach through my shirt. “Sit at the head of the bed, lean against the wall, open your legs,” He ordered. I didn't hesitate to do it either; I was in his desired position in seconds. He didn't seem impressed and wearing the same miserable frown he pulled my pants down to my ankles, followed by my boxers. My breath picked up immediately as I watched his head fall between my legs and his hair spread over the general area.

 

I felt his lips press against the top of my cock and clenched my fists around the sheets. He kissed my inner thigh and the head of my throbbing penis. He licked the under side, keeping his hands on my thighs to force me legs to stay apart, not that I would try to close them. He wrapped his mouth around my balls, causing me to moan loudly, he definitely knew what he was doing. I clenched my fists and groaned once more as he took my fully into his mouth and began to suck. I sighed, grunted and moaned over and over again as he worked his tongue, teeth and cheeks against me. I was reaching my climax, still being held in the talented mouth, feeling his teeth gently grazing over me just enough to make me wince. Finally, I let out a loud cry as I came, spurting my load straight down his throat, and he swallowed it all.

 

I shut my eyes tightly and threw my head back against the wall, that was by far the best blowjob I'd ever gotten.

 

“Remmi,” My eyes popped open when I heard him say my name. He was on his hands and knees now, his entrance pointed straight at me, looking prepared. “Come inside me,” He breathed heavily. I leaned forward slowly and placed a soft kiss on his back just above his hot ass. I'd never been very good with foreplay, and he seemed to be anxious to have me inside him, which excited me. I'd never actually made love to a man before, but I figured it couldn't have been much different than women. I pushed myself in anxiously but steadily so I didn't hurt him, further and further until I'd completely disappeared into his hole. I was wrong, it wasn't like doing it with a woman, it was better, his hole was so deep and squeezed perfectly around my cock. I was making him yelp now and then as I moved in and out at my steadiest pace, but it was hard to stay slow when it felt so good.

 

I fucked him for hours, changing positions here and there, I must've come at least four times, I couldn't stop. By the time I was too tired to push anymore I'd done him on his back, sideways, flat on his face and up the wall, and he never once protested. When I was finally finished I fell on him and just lay they're trying to catch my breath as he did the same.

 

“You're good,” He said under his breath as I felt his arms wrap around my body.

 

“So are you,” I nodded, running my tongue over my dry lips, it had just occurred to me that I hadn't once even thought to kiss him, but it was too late now. “Rat, do you have a name, like one that your parents gave you?” The question had been floating around my head almost the entire fuck.

 

“I do, but you're not going to like it,” He said. “My name is Benedict Kenton, or was anyway,” He said. I propped myself up on me hands and looked down at him in question, I knew Ben Kenton, he wasn't Ben Kenton.

 

“Let me guess, you've already met someone with that name?” he rolled over. “He took me, my virginity, my life, and my identity, which makes me a Rat, his fuck toy,” He didn't sound very happy and neither was I. I knew what it was like to be a fuck toy, it was probably the worst thing that they ever did to me at that camp, Ben was going to get it when he got back. “So this means you're the baby-sitter, I pictured some fat bald man with an over-sized dick. I guess I got lucky,” He said.

 

“I didn't know you were a person, he told me you were a rat, does he keep you locked in here and make you stay?” I asked. He nodded slowly up and down. “Does he let you wear clothes?” He nodded again in the same way.

 

“He would if I had any desire to, I spend my whole life in this room, I really don't need to wear clothes. And stop asking so many questions, you got your fuck, and unless you'd like to do it again then I'd appreciate you leaving so I can get back to sleep,” He spat. I got out of the bed quickly and picked up my pants.

 

“If you're uncomfortable sleeping in the cum I could lay out some blankets on the other couch if you like, Ben,” I suggested, picking up my socks and shirt as well. He didn't answer me so I assumed that was a no, then again I suppose I'd make up the couch anyway in case he changed his mind, but at the moment I needed a shower.

 

 

 

 

I was surprised to get another erection in the shower thinking about what I'd just done, I'd been getting hard way to often lately. I shut my eyes and leaned against the shower wall, pumping steadily, I remembered what it felt like when he sucked me off. Only one girl had ever been willing to give me a blowjob, like him she originally offered, but he was so much better than her. I was okay with the realization that I was becoming bisexual, it had been slowly happening over the years after all, I wasn't surprised.

 

I did feel bad about what I'd done though; thinking back I never once did anything to pleasure him as much as he was me. It had felt so good to be inside him that I hadn't thought of it, I'd used him as a fuck toy. I cursed myself, that's what he said he was to Ben, or whatever the man's real name was, a fuck toy. Ben seemed so nice, but I'd learned over the years that the worst people can be the ones you end up trusting the most, they're the ones with an easier shot and screwing you over. I couldn't leave that boy there, but I didn't want to stay around until Ben got back. He would've been out on his trip by the morning, and he was probably expecting me to be confused about it, so I decided I'd call him in the morning.

 

After I'd put the blankets out on the other couch I crawled into my own bed tiredly and dosed off, hoping for once that any dream I had wouldn't have anything to do with that damn prison camp.

 

 

 

 

 

I woke up the next morning around ten o'clock, which was typical for me. The bedding I'd laid out on the couch was still untouched; Rat must have still been upstairs sleeping. I climbed off the couch and decided I was going to bring him breakfast, I hope he liked eggs.

 

I'd never really been the best cook but sunny-side up eggs have to be the quickest and easiest thing to make. I put four pieces of bread in the toaster and five strips of bacon in the microwave. I cracked four eggs into a pan and poured two glasses of orange juice. When it was all finished and I had two settings of the exact same food at the table I decided it was time to go get him.

 

I opened the door slowly, not wanting to be too rude about it. He wasn't sleeping as I expected him to be, he was standing at the window, just looking out, watching the world that he could never be apart of.

 

“Ben,” I said. “I brought you a robe, I want you to come down and have breakfast with me,” I was trying to keep my eyes off his body, but then again he must've been used to being looked at.

 

“As you wish,” He said, turning toward me. I tossed him the robe and he caught it, it was a light purple, I'd chosen it from Ben's closet because it matched his eyes.

 

“I want you to answer my questions, I promise I won't ask anything too personal, I just need to know more about this guy, is that okay?” I asked.

 

“No,” He said coldly. “But I'll do it,” He tied the robe around his waist. I was a little offended by his snotty attitude, but I had to remember he was locked in his house with a homosexual perverted smartass, that was probably a side effect.

 

“Well all right, but if you're not comfortable answering a question don't be afraid to tell me, Ben,” I said. I was use to thinking of the other man whenever I said Ben now, but this was the rightful owner of that identity and I wanted to respect that.

 

“Why do you call me Ben? It's not my name anymore,” He scowled. I let him leave the room first and then shut it behind us, following him down the stairs.

 

“It is your name,” I said.

 

“Psh,” He hugged himself as he plodded down the stairs.

 

“Which brings me to my first question, if you're Ben Kenten, who is that other guy?” I asked, keeping close to him in case he tried anything, I didn't completely trust what he was saying yet. I didn't want to let him get out of the house and then have the other Ben kick the shit out of me.

 

“I was told not to tell you his name, and threatened,” He stopped once he entered the kitchen. I tilted my head and stepped passed him, moving toward the table I pulled out a chair for him to sit in.

 

“Why? When?” I asked. “Sit here,” I murmured afterwards. The manner in which he did it made it seem as though he was just obeying me and not really thrilled to do so.

 

“Just before you found me, and he didn't tell me why, I don't question what he says, he's not someone you want to piss off,” He replied. Once he was finished he shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in days.

 

“So you do know his real name?” I dipped a piece of toast into the egg.

 

“Yes, but very few do. He seems to like when I call it out when he fucks me, if he didn't tell me his name he'd miss out on that I suppose,” He shrugged. “You can take down your guard, I'm through trying to escape, if I ever succeeded he'd find me and kill me,” He'd already finished the bacon.

 

“So he's trouble I guess,” I sighed. “I met him in a bar and he offered me a hundred dollars to watch you. I'm sorry, I don't know what I've gotten myself into, but I want to get you out of here,” I said. He looked at me in complete disbelief.

 

“He'd kill you,” He said plainly. “No questions asked, that's what he does, he fucks and he kills,” He crossed his arms.

 

“He said he was going on a business trip,” I raised an eyebrow.

 

“Probably assassination,” He said, his eyes were locked on the salt and pepper, but he seemed to be afraid to ask for it. I picked up both the shakers and put them in front of him.

 

“If you've been locked up in that room so long how do you know so much about him?” I asked.

 

“Do you know what it's like?” He narrowed his eyebrows at me. “Do you know what it's like to get ass fucked every twelve hours and have no one to talk to but your fucking rapist, of course you don't, no one does,” He through his fork down and slouched in his seat.

 

“Yes, I do know,” I said calmly. He looked up at me without saying anything, just a curious look of askance, adorable too.

 

“I was in a prison camp during World War IV, for fourteen years. I was fed stale bread and cold soup every day, I was never aloud to talk to a single person, and my supervisor shoved his fat dick up my ass whenever he damn felt like it, I wasn't even aloud to make sounds during it either. So I ask you, Benedict, do you know what it's like, you're fucking lucky,” I told snapped at him. He just stared at me, looking as if he was stunned, over one hundred thousand Americans had been put in those camps and he was surprised.

 

I was a little startled by the way he stood up from his seat and strode over to me his eyes never leaving mine, and I couldn't help but stare back. He slowly moved on top of me in the chair and brushed his hand over my cheek.

 

“Ben…” I whispered, but he didn't acknowledge it, not with words, instead he kissed me. I didn't know why or even understand it, but it felt good, and I immediately responded. I pried his lips open with my tongue and shoved it into his mouth, he tasted like heaven. I wrapped my right around his neck and pulled him closer to me while my left snuck slowly down under the robe, caressing his thigh. He moaned into my lips as I wrapped my hand around his length and began stroking it. He kissed my more firmly and considerably harder as I pumped him up and down, he clenched the sleeves of my shirt between his thin fingers. He bucked his hips against me continuously and it was fair to say he was losing control of himself just by my hand, maybe I was more talented with men than I'd thought. I gasped when I felt a warm, liquid substance drip over my hands. He unlocked our lips and I looked down at my pants and shirt, I was covered in his cum, why that made me so happy was puzzling.

 

“Remmi,” He kissed my forehead.

 

“Ben… why did you…” I was cut off by a single index finger placed upon my lips.

 

“Shh, I'm sorry, I didn't know,” He pushed the hair on the right side of my face back behind my ear.

 

“Ben, I need to call my mom I think, I don't have any other changes of clothes,” I stuttered, it was a real mood killer to change the subject like that, but it was about time I let her in on this little gig, of course I wouldn't be completely specific on the details.

 

 

A/N: 8D Getting interesting eh? If not, I fail at life. ;_; Not much to say at this point really, I'm also working on chapter seventeen of my other novel, I've just been really caught up with this one I suppose. But no one could ever replace my Shane xD.