Song of the Lonesome Cowboy by Lynn Kelling

Author:Lynn Kelling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, erotica, drama, gay, contemporary, mm, country singer, ffp
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing

Chapter 18

Maribel Lane

After that first time in his office, Mr. Briant stayed until I woke up, every time. He would be there as I surfaced, whispering by my ear, explaining how much I’d gotten off on what he’d done, and how I’d shown my desire for him. He told me he’d never seen someone enjoy his attentions as much as I had.

Funny how, as much he insisted I’d loved it all, I woke up, without fail, to nothing but agony. Feeling the effects of it all, I’d question how I was able to feel lust for something that hurt so damned much. He’d explain my reactions, how greedy I’d been for more, how there was no doubt I loved every second of it, and that I should just go on and accept my true nature instead of fighting it.

When I’d imagine myself lying there, unconscious, unmoving, while he fucked and sexually tortured me, I’d realize his fetishes were not just for being in control of sex, but to have me play the part of a corpse. He was a necrophile, getting to do whatever he wanted to my body without having to hear my complaints or protests.

To him, when it really counted, when he was inside of me, I was already dead. The idea of that fucked me up, too.

We met that way a few more times. Once, it happened in his office with two businessmen in the room. Mr. Briant had me undress in front of them and get in a few different poses while they talked. They had strange accents and stayed the whole time, watching my body and sipping drinks, but only got involved and started touching me after the pill had me on the edge of passing out.

Another time was back in my bedroom. I woke up crying hysterically in the middle of it, without knowing why I was crying in the first place. Tape was covering my mouth when I surfaced. My arms were in shackles above my head and stretched out straight. My legs were being held up and spread wide by straps fastened to shackles binding my ankles. The straps were pulled tight, attached to the headboard. There was a complicated metal device clamped around my genitals and a thin silver rod stuck out from the head of my dick. Mr. Briant was concentrating on inserting some sort of metal device into my rectum. It was half inside and the pain of it was the reason for my screams.

He glanced up, frowned at me like I was irritating him and a moment later jabbed a needle into my upper thigh. I was injected with something that knocked me out again in seconds.

Every time, I was drugged and knocked out before it really started. He liked to watch me come first, praising, soothing, threatening a little what was yet to come, with a grin. While I was awake, he never caused me true pain. There were only dirty, addictive pleasures. The pain came in my dreams and afterward, when it was time to try and recover.

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