Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series Book 1)

by Quil Carter

  “His touch is always so cold… sterile. In bed he’s brutal and selfish… he doesn’t care about my needs. I’m seventeen years old.” There was a clink of a glass being set down. “I want my head to go hot, I want to shudder from pleasure when someone touches me… not to cringe and recoil.”

  I couldn’t speak. He fast-forwarded for a few seconds before he let it play again. This time I could hear kissing, heavy breathing, and then the softest of whispers.

  “I want you.”

  “Thanks for giving me such a wonderful idea,” Asher whispered.

  I lunged for the recorders.

  He laughed as we fell off of the bed and onto the floor together. I managed to snatch his recorder away from him, but he quickly skidded mine under the bed. With both hands free he pushed me off him.

  He was strong. I went flying backwards into the night table, the corners piecing my back. I flopped to my side and grimaced.

  “You’re still hard.” I heard him growl. “I thought you wanted to fuck?”

  My mind collapsed, and every shred of bravery I had gathered to pull off my grand plan turned to dust in my hands.

  I felt the tears run down my face.

  Asher laughed and petted my cheek. “What do you think it would do to Reaver to hear that? That for something he won’t even remember, his boyfriend went to his best friend’s house, seduced him while he was drunk and fucked him? And all those nasty things you said?” He tsked at me. “And yes I think you will be the one fucking me in this turn of events. I think that would break him even more, no?”

  “Don’t show him,” I said through desperate sobs. I was finished, he had me. “Please, I love him. He’s mine, you can’t fucking have him.”

  Asher squeezed my jaw and gave it a hard shake. He brought his lips up to mine and kissed them. “Who will he belong to when I surrender this recording to him?” he whispered. “Or what will you do, to make me change my mind?”

  “What do you want?” I whimpered. I didn’t pull my face away, I let him kiss me. His other hand was running down the small of my back. My confused body responded with a shiver of pleasure. My own flesh, my own body, did nothing to stop the sexual sensations. Every moment that ticked by it was betraying me further.

  He traced over the crevice of my backside, then with a cold shudder he pushed his fingers between the cheeks. I clamped down on my lip as I felt him tease the opening. Flares of inner anger mixed in with the burning touch, two beasts battling to the death for dominancy, but instead of killing each other they just joined to make a larger inferno.

  “Lay down.”

  I lay obediently down on the bed. Knowing what he wanted I opened my legs for him.

  I felt dead inside, dead and submissive. He had me, and he knew it. The best I could salvage from this was to not leave any more marks on my body for Reaver to ask about. He would never know, just like he would never know what was behind Asher’s mask.

  I cried out and arched my back as I felt a finger break through.

  “It’s funny, right now you are telling yourself this is rape,” Asher whispered. I looked away, blinking the tears from my eyes. I gritted my teeth as he pushed the finger in deeper. “But you know as well as I do… you want this.”

  I felt his warm and wet mouth wrap around the crown of my dick. I moved my arms away from him and clasped them tight around the back of my head. I knew if I didn’t, I would hit him.

  Fuck, I had get out of here… I had to… escape from this room. Reaver’s going to hate me.

  I felt a tingling in my gut as his tongue lapped the head. I couldn’t suppress a groan. Fuck, what have I done?

  In my head I couldn’t separate the pleasure with the hatred for myself and him. I swore at him through groans, and pulled his hair as the pleasure built inside of me. With every upwards jerk my body made to raise myself, another force was making me grind my hips into his mouth.

  “Look at me.”

  I could hear him sucking me. His mouth was a tight suction around my shaft, going up and down in a smooth motion. Gliding, gentle, sensual like his very presence. He wasn’t raping me, he wasn’t rough, he was… he was fucking with me.

  He was fucking with me.

  I had underestimated him.

  My mind went blank. The soft tongue caressing my shaft was the only sensation I could feel, sexual or mental. Everything in my head suddenly became dark. Everything but a single thought, a single realization.

  Asher had been playing a game this whole time.

  Reaver hadn’t known he was playing, and neither had I.

  On a game board of grey ash and endless death sat me and him, our chess pieces splayed out in a deranged layout that only he had understood, but now I was catching on.

  I moaned, and though I had never stopped looking at him – I saw him.

  The auburn game master staring up at me, his mouth moving up and down. Drinking in the moans of submission I had served to him in a golden chalice. Enjoying his win, his achievement, the taste of something that had belonged to his favourite pawn. The victory that the boy who had uncovered his game, had submitting to him fully.

  I felt his finger pushing against the pleasurable spot hidden inside me. I laid my head to the side and moaned again. The stirring inside me told me that soon my body would betray me even further. “Stop it, Asher. It doesn’t have to be like this.”

  He wanted me to like it, he wanted to confuse me. He wasn’t going to brutally rape me, that was below him. Filthy legionary and radiation-eaten wasters did that. No, he was a Skylander, they played more complex games. He would satisfy me in ways I had only imagined, and he would make me hungry for more. He would make me hate it and love it at the same time.

  My hands grasped the sheets as the tension started to burn brighter in my chest. Then with a loud cry, it overwhelmed me. I let out an unhinged moan as my body clenched, my back arching in the air. I came with such ferocity I thought every muscle in my body would be thrown into spasm.

  I grabbed onto his shoulder and clenched it in ecstasy. I had never cum like this, not even with Reaver. I thought I was going to black out.

  When it finally subsided, I felt his mouth break away. I rolled onto my side and started to cry again. I felt disgusting, lower than dirt. I had cum for my worst enemy, and not only that, I had orgasmed harder than Reaver had ever made me.

  “Look at me.”

  I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me.

  His hand was cupped, and inside it was my milky white semen and his saliva. I looked up and saw a small drip of it running down his chin.

  “Kiss me.”

  I shook my head and tucked my legs into me, a pathetic attempt to protect my body from any further touch.

  Asher looked amused. He crawled back onto the bed, his hand still cupping my cum. “You think it’s over now? This is just the beginning, my pet.”

  He held the semen up to my mouth and I drank it out of his palm. He nodded approvingly, and slipped his cloth pants down to his waist.

  I looked away from his swollen shaft and made my way to the edge of the bed. I wiped my mouth.

  “Can’t you just fuck me?” I whispered. No, no he can’t just fuck me… that’s too easy. I’d just have to lay there. Where is the trauma in that?

  I could feel the mattress shift. I looked over and saw he was sitting beside me, laying partially backwards like I had been. His dick was stiff, laying against his thigh. “Suck me.”

  “Why are you doing this to us?” I looked at him accusingly. “We took you in. We nursed you back to health.”

  I saw that smirk crease his pale, wry face; he gave his head a sympathetic shake. “You wasteland mutts are so stupid.”

  “You Skylanders think you’re smarter than you are,” I said back. “Is that what the newest trend is, Asher? Go into the greywastes and see how many games you can play? How many hearts you can break? You don’t even have a fucking family do you. Or did Perish just toss your ass aside when his eyes fell o
n me?”

  I couldn’t believe it. It was slight, but the corner of his mouth just briefly turned in a frown. I think I had hit on something. I actually think… shit, I was just pulling that out of my ass I didn’t think…

  The blow knocked me up against the wall by the bed. The gyprock cracked under the impact, a spray of saliva and blood visible against the chipped paint.

  He immediately pulled me onto the floor and forced me between his legs.

  His hands were like steel claws now, the soft gentle caresses gone with the single sentence that had left my mouth. I tried to move my face away but he was strong, too strong.

  “Suck it!” Asher snarled. He pushed me down between his legs, then punched me in the head. “If I feel teeth I’m ripping yours off, and the same goes for your comatose boyfriend. Suck it like the little factory whore you are.”

  I moved my head away, grimacing under his tight grip on my jaw. “Forget this happened… forget everything… we…” Another blow. I felt myself fall backwards but he grabbed onto my shoulders and pulled me forward. My face fell between his legs; I could feel his stiff penis on my cheek.

  I felt it in my mouth, warm and throbbing and tasting just slightly like soap. I moved my mouth back and forth, the tears running down my cheeks.

  “Look at me,” he whispered. “Don’t take your eyes off of me.”

  He reached down and wiped the tears from my eyes with his fingers. I felt him gently stroke my cheek, tracing the tears down to my jaw. “That’s right, just like that.”

  It wasn’t anything like how I blew Reaver; I just ran my closed mouth up and down his cock. No licking, playing, teasing. He didn’t care, he was getting me where he wanted me. Under his control.

  I looked up at him, and every tear that fell, he wiped away, his other hand never leaving my cheek. I could see my movement in the reflections of his green eyes. Going up and down on someone else’s dick, like the useless whore I was.

  It was no use, I could never win his game. He was smarter than me.

  “Good boy,” he purred, brushing my bangs back. Just like Reaver had drawn my hair away from my eyes… oh fuck, how was I going to face him tomorrow? I couldn’t… I couldn’t do it. Why didn’t I just let Reaver rape me and be done with it? None of this would have happened. We would have both been asleep by now. I wouldn’t be here – I shouldn’t be here.

  His eyes left mine for a split second. I saw him pick up something flesh-coloured from the night table. I heard the crack of a lube bottle. I glanced and saw him lubing up a dildo.

  He pushed it into my chest, and shifted backwards. He opened his legs and started lubing up his own hole.

  I obeyed quietly without question. I slipped a finger in first to get the proper angle, and gently though firmly pushed the dildo into him.

  Asher took in a sharp breath; I watched his face tense in ecstasy. I looked at the floor, not wanting to see anything more. I started slowly drawing it in and out.

  There were so many pills on the floor. I wanted to take one, even though I didn’t know what they would do. Most likely pain killers; I recognized a few of them. I should just swallow a bunch now and kill myself. There was enough here to kill me.

  There was a shuddered gasp. I heard him murmur Reaver’s name. I drove it all the way out, and pushed it forcefully back in. In his fantasies I knew Reaver fucked him hard. My boyfriend always gave off that air to him, even before he confirmed it to me during our rougher sessions. Asher groaned again and swore, so I did it again.

  I picked up a pill and swallowed it, my mind flirting with the idea to pick up more. Would this be the only way? My life was over now anyway. I had got myself into a situation I could never win. I was nothing but a Skylander’s fucking pet now.

  I looked at him, eyes half-open and glassy as he spread his legs farther apart for me. I saw the flesh-coloured dildo slip in and out of his tight little Skylander ass. Perfect in every way like all elites’ were. If I knew I could get away with it, I would have killed him but I knew I could never get the jump on him. He was too fast, too smart and I was slow, stupid, and defeated.

  I wiped my own tears away and picked up another pill.

  “Lick me,” Asher moaned.

  I glanced down at the pill and then to the dildo pushing in and out of his ass. I got an idea… a horrible idea, or a brilliant one, I didn’t know… fuck, I didn’t know. What would the consequences be?

  I had to take that chance, I had to escape from here. That’s all my mind was letting me feel.

  My tongue traced against the dildo, running along the taut area that gripped it. With my eyes on his face, I withdrew the dildo and spat a pill into his hole, before I pushed the rubber phallus back in.

  Asher groaned, his glassy lust-filled eyes still fixed against the wall. I did it again. I got to a dozen before he moved. I dropped the last pill onto the floor and shifted away from him.

  “I bet your asshole is just twitching to be fucked isn’t it?”

  “No,” I whimpered. I put my mouth to his cock to distract him but he pushed me away. “Bend over, on the floor.” I felt him take the dildo away from my grasp.

  I turned around and did what he asked. I crossed my arms in front of me and buried my face into them, feeling disgusted and exposed as I waited for him to sodomize me.

  It hurt more than I could imagine.

  He plunged it in without care, all the way inside of me. I screamed and collapsed onto the floor and tried to get away from him.

  I heard him laugh, then felt another hard thrust. I kept trying to get away until he had my face in the corner.

  “Scream louder,” Asher taunted. I slipped down so I was on my side. I lifted my leg up to try and lessen the pain but it did little to help. With each rough push I felt my insides rip and tear.

  I screamed, not by command but from the pain. I wished someone could hear me, anyone. I didn’t care who, just find me, kill him. Kill him, fuck, when would those pills kick in?

  “I would think you would be used to being fucked this hard,” Asher continued to taunt. He pressed my leg backwards and gave the dildo another hard shove, before he started rapidly fucking me with it.

  I choked on vomit mid-scream. I started to cough and gag pieces of puke but he didn’t stop. Stars and bright lights swept my vision with each vicious pound, going on for longer than I could keep track of. I thought he was going to rip me in two.

  I blinked away a tear. “Why don’t you just fuck me yourself?”

  I heard him chuckle. “I would, but if I did you would fall in love with me. Then all the fun would be gone.” He withdrew the dildo; I felt his tongue lick some of the blood from my ass.

  Blood… just like with Perish. It was always about the blood.

  I heard a slam as he threw the dildo across the room. It landed behind his dresser. His mouth went back to my hole as he eagerly licked the blood seeping from it. I shuddered and hated the twinge I started to get from my groin.

  “Get up.” I didn’t look down, but the wet I could feel told me I was bleeding a lot.

  “Finish me off.” Asher sat on the edge of the bed again. He positioned his cock near my lips. I whimpered, my hand feeling the wetness between my legs. I was too defeated to argue, without hesitation, I accepted it. I didn’t care what happened, I was a whore now. A cheating whore to a Skylander. I couldn’t take it back.

  I looked at him again like I knew he wanted me to, my mouth moving up and down on his dick. I put my hand on the shaft as well and started stroking him off in rhythm.

  I think out of everything he had made me do to him, the most disgusting was making me accept his cum. He firmly held his hand to the back of my head as it flowed into my mouth in thick spurts. Even when I choked he held firm, and didn’t withdraw until every gob of liquid was swallowed.

  When he rose from the bed, I just cried. I folded my arms over the bed, and buried my face into them and sobbed.

  I felt his hands on my shoulders after a few moments. “G
et up, I want to show you something.”

  “Haven’t you done enough?” I said to him. He pulled me to my feet and gave me my jacket and pants.

  I followed him into the night.

  He walked ahead of me. I wondered why he wasn’t afraid I would run. Perhaps he knew he could catch up to me. Or maybe he knew I was too beaten down now to even try.

  We started cutting across his house, as he did I saw him pick up the blue bag with Perish’s head in it.

  “What are you doing?” I whimpered. Asher looked into the bag and grimaced. He closed it tightly and swung it back and forth as he walked.

  “We’re going to your cemetery, cicaro,” Asher said in a light voice. “I have something I have just been dying to show you.”

  “Why do you keep calling me that?” I pulled my jacket tighter. “I know what a cicaro is and I’m not one… who are you, Skylander?”

  “A friend.” Asher turned, the smile on his lips wide and taunting. It matched his face perfectly, like he had been making that face all his life.

  He waited for me to catch up to him, I was limping badly. “You’re not even scared anymore. Did you cum out all your fears?”

  I shook my head. It was because I was waiting for him to drop dead. “You won’t kill me, it would be too easy for you. I know you won’t hurt Reaver either.” I looked at him, and wiped a stream of blood that had fallen from one of the gashes on my forehead. “If you hate me because Perish loved me, why do you want Reaver so bad? To hurt me?”

  Asher chuckled. I felt his hand on my back. He pulled me close to him “Oh, Killian, this is your problem. You still think you’re smart, don’t you? I am about to blow your little mind.”

  We were walking side by side. I felt oddly calm now. Like when you’ve cut the someone’s throat and you’re just waiting for them to stop twitching. “What are you showing me?”

  He didn’t answer, but his bright eyes rivalled the stars.

  We cut across the debris, both of us climbing quickly over the collapsed houses, the mounds of refuse looking like their own heaping graves in the shadowed dark. The moon was my only saving grace tonight, a small beacon of light in a world that was becoming permanent midnight. We didn’t all have Reaver’s night vision, but in my light clothing and my anticipation, I made due.