Silent Ground: Part 1

by Quil Carter

  Kheva made a shushing noise and shook his head. “You’ll be fine.” Sasha threw his head back and began to sob, and through the keening sounds, he heard the nightstand open, then the crack of a lube bottle.

  Kheva kissed the corner of his mouth, then the corners of Sasha’s trembling lips. “Relax or it’ll hurt more,” he whispered. He laid a hand on the side of Sasha’s head and forced Sasha to face him.

  Sasha opened his blurry eyes and saw Kheva in front of him. He was now laying down on his side face-to-face with Sasha… and he was wiping away the tears that were falling from Sasha’s face. “Relax,” he whispered. “Relax.”

  Kel pulled Sasha’s left leg back, and then grabbed the other. Sasha tried to look at what Kel was doing, but Kheva’s hand, resting against his cheek, stiffened when he tried. “No, look at me.”

  Sasha sobbed, his body quaking under the force of his own tremors. “Please, Master. Please…”

  Kheva shook his head.

  When Sasha felt something hard touch between his legs, he recoiled with a gasp of shock and tried to pull himself away, but Kheva stopped him.

  “Relax,” he whispered. “Take in a deep breath… and kiss me. The blood will help.”

  “Please… don’t do this…”

  And then the pressure, followed by an intense pain as the hard thing pressed mercilessly against his opening, an opening that wouldn’t give, which had Kel only pressing harder.

  Sasha screamed.

  Oh, did he ever scream.

  Sasha’s body heaved and he tried to sit up and move himself away. He broke away from Kheva’s hold on his throat and began to kick his legs, shifting himself backwards in a desperate attempt to sit up.

  But before he could, Kheva pressed down on his chest, then hooked Sasha’s leg with his arm. Sasha howled, doing everything he could to keep Kel from entering him. He screamed and taxed every muscle in his body to try and escape, even clenching his hole to try and prevent Kel entering him, but it was no use.

  Kheva, now using half of his body to pin Sasha down, said something sharply to Kel, something Sasha’s relentless screaming couldn’t register. The Master then let go of Sasha’s leg, and as he recoiled from Kel, he saw Kheva take Kel’s stiff cock into his hand and position it against Sasha’s entry.

  “Push,” Kheva commanded. “The angle is correct; he has enough lubrication. Push through his resistance and you’ll break in.”

  “NO!” Sasha screamed. He took in a shaking breath to scream louder, but while he was inhaling, the pressure returned, this time with so much force that Sasha gagged.

  And it didn’t let up, the pressure increased, and right behind it was pain. Sasha looked down and saw Kheva’s hand firmly grasping Kel’s cock, and Kel above him, his glassy eyes staring at Sasha and his legs shaking from the pleasure of trying to break the hysterical man underneath him.

  Then he broke in. The pressure lessened but there was no relief to it, only a new sensation that was half-pain, half-fire, and the feeling of girth, of something being filled to bursting. This combination of feelings threw Sasha into a panicked madness. He emptied his lungs with a gut-wrenching scream, and as if the shriek of terror was a gun at the starting gate, Kel pushed his entire length into him.

  “Oh god!” Kel cried. Sasha, tears streaming down his face, screamed again before choking and gagging. He inhaled, but ended up inhaling more blood than air, and he began to choke and gag violently, his hyperventilating preventing him from getting a proper breath.

  Kel didn’t even give Sasha a moment to recover. Feeding on Sasha’s agony like it was liquid fuel, he let out a moan of ecstasy and he began to thrust himself inside of Sasha. His body was now inches away from his victim, closing in on him so the two men were all he could see.

  “Sasha…” Kheva’s voice was firm, and even though the room was full of the sounds of Kel moaning, and his skin making contact with Sasha’s, it rang out and drowned everything out. “Kiss me.”

  How could he ask that of him right then? “NO!” Sasha screamed. He kept trying to breathe but he couldn’t, and the lack of oxygen was making his migraine as unbearable as Kel’s hard thrusts. Sasha had never experienced anything half as painful as what was happening to him. In this moment, he wanted to die, and if there was a gun in arm’s reach he would’ve shot himself in the head.

  This can’t be real… this can’t be happening.

  I want Jobe.

  Kel’s hips flew, the pressure and pain unbearable. It felt like he was ripping Sasha’s insides, a grappling hook plunging into him and pulling out guts and intestines. It was too much, this is how people fell into permanent hysteria. All of the materials needed to make a mad man were laid out right in front of him, and these two men taking up all of his vision, looked to be seasoned professionals in manufacturing insanity.

  Kel groaned as his hips flew, his sexual noises filling Sasha’s head in-tune with the sound of their skin making contact. When Kel leaned down and kissed Sasha’s temple, Sasha turned his head, but in doing so, he only brought his face to Kheva’s. He did the only thing he had in his power to do, he closed his eyes and shut them tight.

  “Oh, Sasha…” Kel moaned above him. “Sasha. Sasha.”

  Then Sasha felt Kheva lock their lips. Sasha’s eyes snapped open, but the shock of what was happening to him had stunned him into paralysis. He laid there helplessly as Kheva’s mouth moved, his lips enclosing Sasha’s, lips lined with blood.

  As soon as Sasha tasted the blood, he felt a small shred of relief. It was nothing, it was really nothing, but even a single prayer for the damned was welcome in the deepest circles of Hell.

  The humiliation Sasha felt when he pressed back and opened his mouth made more tears roll down his cheeks. Sasha broke away, only to let out a mournful sob, before he joined their lips again. He licked and sucked the wound on Kheva’s lips, devouring it with a hunger he’d never seen in himself before.

  “More, more, please…” Sasha begged. The faint amount of blood on Kheva’s lips wasn’t enough. He needed more, more blood would make the pain of Kel’s assault disappear.

  Kheva broke their lips and his jaw moved, like he was chewing on something. Then the Master clenched the back of Sasha’s head and forced him back to his lips. He opened his mouth and began to caress Sasha’s head, then Sasha felt a tongue slip in between his lips.

  Sasha wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t. Even if the blood was nothing compared to what he needed, the kiss was a distraction. It was something so he wouldn’t have to focus on what Kel was doing on top of him.

  ‘Whore,’ the voice hissed. Sasha’s face crumpled at this, and he pulled away from Kheva as he started to cry harder.

  Kheva kissed Sasha’s neck. “Faster, Kel,” he said. Sasha could feel him stroke his cheek. “Open your eyes, nightcrawler.”

  Sasha didn’t know why, but he did.

  And when he looked down, he wanted to throw up.

  Kel’s cock was sliding in and out of him, a cock that was streaked with blood. Blood was smudging Sasha’s inner thighs and his testicles, even his public hair was shining.

  Kheva moaned and kissed the side of Sasha’s neck. “So much blood…” he whispered, his tone vile. “You taste like candy, nightcrawler.”

  I want to go home. I have to go home.

  I want Jobe.

  What have I done coming here?

  Kel’s moans suddenly turned sharp. Sasha looked up to see that the man on top of him had his eyes closed, his mouth open but his teeth clenched so hard his lower lip trembled. His sweaty face was twisted in concentration, and it was tightening as his hips sped up their relentless abuse of Sasha’s flesh.

  “Come on, Keluva… cum…” Kheva whispered, his mouth so close to Sasha’s ear he could feel the heat of his breath, and smell Kheva’s fragrant blood.

  Blood that tasted… like cinnamon with hints of coffee or chocolate.

  That’s what Sasha had been smelling on Kheva the whole time. He’d been sme
lling his blood.

  “Cum inside of him.”

  “Cum inside of him, Keluva.”

  “Cum for your master.”

  Kel’s body suddenly became tense, then it began to shake like a tremor was flowing through him. The nightcrawler released a strangled cry, and his thrusts turned into quick jolts, sporadic and without sync, until the man collapsed; the only thing keeping him from falling on top of Sasha his bent elbows.

  Moans weaved in between heavy breathing flew from Kel’s lips, until they were swallowed up by his laboured panting. He gave his hips one last jut, before he pushed himself off of Sasha and sat up, his blood-streaked cock slipping out of his victim as he did.

  All Sasha could do was lay there stunned, his body shaking and his breathing fast and laboured.

  “Oh, Master… he’s so tight,” Kel moaned, his voice a low whisper. “Are you going to have sex with him too?”

  Kheva began brushing Sasha’s hair back, tenderly pushing back the black strands. Then he reached behind him and grabbed a soft face towel, and began wiping the sweat from Sasha’s forehead. “No, Keluva. My first time with him will not be in such a way.”

  Sasha, his body shaking violently and his breathing laboured, whimpered at this but he remained still. He couldn’t move at all, every tremble, every inhale was involuntary; his mind seemed to be in survival mode, and all he could do now was stare forward.

  And in his line of sight was Kheva, who gently wiped, not just the sweat from his brow, but the snot, blood, and saliva that covered Sasha’s face. “Taking in our energy rectally is one of the best ways to restore ourselves,” he said to Sasha. “Your headache is fading now, isn’t it?”

  Sasha didn’t answer; he had enough trouble even focusing his eyes. But as soon as Kheva had mentioned the migraine, he realized that the relentless throbbing pain was indeed dissipating. The cum inside of him, courtesy of Kel, was doing its job.

  “My own pain has increased greatly in the last several hours,” Kheva murmured. He finished cleaning Sasha’s face and returned the cloth to the night stand. “Keluva’s is as well.” Kheva leaned in to Sasha and kissed him, he sucked on the lower lip and scraped his teeth against it.

  Sasha’s face crumpled. “Leave me alone… please,” he said weakly. “Let me go home. I… I won’t tell anyone, just please let me go home.” The thought of his apartment, of Jobe’s comforting arms, drew fresh tears and Sasha started to cry again. Why did he leave? He had an apartment there, food, his best friend and an uncle who took him in. All of these things he took for granted. He’d never realized just how much he had to be thankful for until it was ripped away from him.

  Now he had nothing. He was a victim, and not just his freedom had been taken from him, but his virginity as well.

  “Shhhh,” Kheva whispered. “He didn’t take your virginity, nightcrawler. Only consensual love-making can do that. That is something I will claim myself.” He kissed Sasha again. “Poor miserable wretch. You look so pathetic. A weak creature of misery and suffering. It is time to make you happy, isn’t it?” Kheva smirked when he pulled his mouth away, then his face lowered to kiss Sasha’s neck.

  Kheva locked his lips around the clammy skin and Sasha felt him start to suck, when he broke away there was a pop, followed by a lick that started at his collar bone and ended at Sasha’s pec. The Master took it into his mouth and began to gently suck on it.

  Another whimper fell from Sasha’s trembling lips. “Please don’t,” he whined. “Don’t touch me. S-stop touching me.” Kheva, of course, didn’t listen. He sucked on the bud until he made it hard, then released it and began sliding down Sasha’s body.

  When he kissed Sasha’s navel, Sasha sucked in a breath, one that broke in his chest from quickened breathing that hadn’t slowed down in the least. And when Kheva then kissed the beginning of Sasha’s pubes, he recoiled.

  But his battered and stunned frame didn’t have any fight in him. His headache might be gone, but the repeated blows from both Kel and Kheva had left his body throbbing in pain, and his thrashing had him too exhausted to fight further.

  And when Sasha looked to the side, becoming aware of the stinging pain emanating from his wrists, he saw horrible rope burn on each; the skin broken in several places and the nylon binds stained red.

  Sasha suddenly gasped. He looked down with his eyes bulging and saw Kheva’s pink tongue licking the area beside Sasha’s testicles. “Get away from there!” Sasha cried. He let out a sob and shook his head. “Leave me alone. You got what you wanted… LEAVE ME ALONE!” Sasha screamed the last part, and the strain of taxing his raw voice left him coughing.

  Kheva looked up, the corner of his mouth holding that smirk. “We take care of each other, nightcrawler. Kel took care of you, now it’s time for me to alleviate myself of this headache. Separate your legs.”

  Sasha choked and shook his head rapidly.

  The refusal made a flash of hostility come to Kheva’s eyes. He pulled his mouth away and grabbed Sasha’s testicles.

  Sasha screamed. He tried to squeeze his legs shut but Kel firmly held his left leg in his hand. Kel was now kneeling beside Sasha, his blood-stained cock already hard again and standing erect.

  “Separate your legs,” Kheva repeated. The calm tones he’d been using now hostile and dangerous. “If you make me ask you again, you will never forget what I’ll do to you next.”

  Sasha shut his eyes tight and cried out in sadness and defeat. With hatred for himself burning brightly inside of him, Sasha spread his legs, exposing himself in his entirety to Kheva.

  He squeezed his eyes closed, the tears dripping down his cheek, and tensed his body up tight.

  Then he felt Kheva separate his cheeks… and a tongue gave his hole a long, drawn-out lick.

  To further hammer in the humiliation, Sasha gasped. But it was no gasp of pain, it was one of pleasure. The tongue to such a painful area was a relief, like cold water being applied to a burn. And buried in the roots of that relief, was pleasure.

  The tongue returned, it swept itself along the tightened folds back and forth, then up and down, and with every lick the sexual pleasure grew.

  Sasha’s teeth clenched and his body writhed and squirmed, and though he tried to hold it back, as that tongue lapped and licked his hole, he let out his first moan.

  And without even realizing it, his body began to relax. The intoxicating feeling seemed to pick him up from the cold ditch he’d been left in to die, and cradle him in its arms. It was such a welcomed relief, after something so horrific, Sasha ran into its comforting arms and let it hold him tight against its chest.

  It felt good… Oh fuck, did it ever feel good. Sasha let the moans fall, and even went as far as to push up his backside to give Kheva more access to his most personal area, and when he felt Kel untie his binds, he only used it to hold back his knees.

  In the throes of this intense pleasure, Sasha opened his eyes. He looked down and saw Kheva with his face buried in his ass, his head moving as he licked, lapped, and devoured; there was blood on his lips and the remnants of the cum Kel left behind.

  Sasha looked to his right when he heard heavy panting. Kel was sitting down now with his legs apart, his hand rapidly stroking himself off as he watched Kheva at work.

  Then his eyes fell to his own dick, and he burned with shame when he saw that his cock was rock hard and lying against his stomach, a drip of liquid running down the slit and creating a small bead on his stomach.

  He wanted to touch himself, badly, but the horrors he’d just experienced forbade him. That would be going too far. It would be like he was accepting what Kel had done to him as alright, and it wasn’t alright.

  No, none of this was okay!

  “Stop!” Sasha cried. The humiliation came back with full, cripplingly intense force, and he pulled away. Never more so than in that moment did he hate himself. How could he lie here and enjoy this? He’d just been raped!

  “Stop, please…” Sasha gasped. A tear rolled down hi
s cheek. He wanted to die. Fuck, he wanted to die.

  Surprisingly, Kheva removed his tongue and lips and lifted his head, blood now all around his mouth. Sasha’s head fell back onto the pillow and he threw his hands over his face.

  Then he felt Kheva’s mouth enclose his cock. “No!” Sasha cried out. But when Kheva began sucking on the head Sasha’s resistance left him. Instead, he moaned and swore and began clawing at the sheets.

  The sexual pleasure was unbelievable, and overwhelming to a point where pulling away was out of the question, an outlandish thought. Never had he experienced something that felt so good. He’d played with toys before, and knew all his sensitive spots, but nothing compared to what he was feeling in that moment.

  Kheva grasped the shaft with his hand, and his head bobbed up and down as he worked on Sasha’s dick. His tongue switched from rubbing the slit, to swirling around the head, to his mouth sliding down the shaft to Sasha’s base. All of this done in a rhythm that had Sasha’s body and mind eating out of the palm of Kheva’s hand.

  And within minutes, Sasha felt the intense pleasure centered around his groin grow. Now moaning uncontrollably, Sasha’s breathing began to become quick again, and when he felt the pleasurable burning become tight, the constriction telling him the coils were going to snap at any second, he clenched his teeth and swallowed down a cry.

  Then the crescendo. Sasha cried out as the pleasure exploded and quickly expanded. He grabbed onto the sheets and gasped, his mind temporarily blanking as the orgasm rolled through him like an army tank. It was a long one, the longest he’d ever had, wave after wave of pleasure hit him, crashing against his body like a shipwrecked boat getting ravaged by a storm. For a brief moment, Sasha was scared that it wouldn’t stop, every time he thought it was subsiding a new barrage of pleasure burned him and he was thrown back into the pool to drown under the overwhelming feeling.

  Finally, the release. Sasha groaned as the tension left him, and fell back onto the bed panting. He opened his eyes and looked down, and saw Kheva licking his lips, opaque semen clearly visible on his tongue.