His Pain

by Wrath James White

  The Yogi flashed the five hundred dollars.

  “How do I find them?”

  “Well, you can’t go into Ceasar’s dressed like that and asking every woman in a Chanel business suit if she’ll suck a dick for a couple hundred. I’ve got a friend who drives limos over there. I’ll give him a call and see if he can hook something up.”

  It took a few hours to arrange everything, but soon the Yogi was seated in the back of a limousine in front of Ceasar’s Place with a whore who would have made a supermodel feel inadequate.

  Arjunda had already spent half his money paying off the cabbie and the limo driver for their information so he had to call the Thompson’s to let them know that he’d be needing another five hundred when he arrived. The conversation didn’t go well, but they had finally agreed. It had been worth it. This prostitute was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was Spanish or Italian or possibly Yugoslavian mixed with something Asian. Her legs were long and muscular, lips full and pouty, eyes wide and intelligent. Her hair was long black and perfectly styled, nails and feet expertly manicured. Her makeup was flawless. Her breasts were clearly implants, but they were not obscenely large. They were tasteful, if such a thing could be said of silicone mammaries. She looked like a top executive on her way to close a big deal.

  “So, you want me to fuck a kid?”

  “I doubt it will come to that. Your slightest touch will probably cause him great pain at first, but I’m counting on you to help get him past that and give him his very first experience of genuine pleasure.”

  “I think I can do that.”

  The woman spread her legs and flashed the Yogi an unobstructed look up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear of course and her vagina was neatly shaved. He could smell the faint aroma of some delicate floral perfume along with her unmistakable feminine musk. The Yogi was glad that all women did not look like this. Religion would have had a hard time competing.

  “I think you can too.”

  ***

  “Who the hell is she?”

  “She is an expert in her field. Her specialty is physical pleasure, which is exactly what your son needs right now.”

  “Are you saying she’s some kind of therapist?”

  “In a sense.”

  “Again with all the fucking mystery! Who the hell is she?”

  “My name is Sophia Arguella. You can think of me as a sexual surrogate.”

  Edward and Melanie looked the woman over.

  “A sexual surrogate? Do you mean she’s a whore? You brought my son a prostitute?”

  “I brought your son what he needs. Right now he is suffering and that’s all he’s ever done. He can’t even imagine anything else. He can’t even conceive of anything physical being pleasurable and as long as that is true then nothing ever will be. So, do your moral objections override your love for your child?”

  “You son of a bitch! How dare you turn this around on us like this.”

  “Edward, I am just stating the facts as plainly as I can. I wish I had time to be more tactful and to nurture you along through this more delicately, but frankly you are not my primary concern here. Your son is going through horrific withdrawal symptoms right now. You’ve heard how painful an experience that can be. Imagine how much more terrible it must be for a boy whose every sensation is pain. Maybe then you will understand why I can’t waste time trying to coddle and console you. You have each other for that.”

  “He’s right, Edward.”

  Edward rolled his eyes.

  “As usual, right? Okay, do what you have to do.”

  “She does still need to be paid.”

  The call girl spoke up. Her voice was calm and professional, as business-like as her attire.

  “This transaction sounds like it might take a while. I’ll settle for five hundred for now, call it charity, but that will only buy you about half an hour. Each additional thirty minutes is going to be another five hundred dollars. Do we have a deal?”

  “Damn, if that’s what you call charity then maybe I should start selling my ass too!”

  Edward was losing the battle with his patience.

  The call girl smiled coyly.

  “I know a pimp who deals in boy toys. I’m sure he could hook you right up if you’re interested. You’d have to get in shape though. The market for flabby old guys is pretty slow right now. Now, do we have a deal?”

  Edward’s face turned from red to purple as he fought back first his embarrassment and then his rage. Melanie reached out and grabbed his arm as if she were afraid he might launch himself at the woman. The Yogi smirked and stifled a giggle. He wondered how such a sharp and witty girl could have gotten herself sucked into whoring for a living. Just another one of life’s infinite mysteries.

  “Are you sure she’s clean? She’s not going to give my boy some crazy disease is she?” Melanie asked fearfully.

  Sophia showed Edward and Melanie a card listing about ten different diseases she’d been tested for that week including AIDS, Herpes, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, Chlamydia, and Hepatitis A, B, and C. The results were all negative and the card was signed by a physician.

  “I’m tested every week. I have many regular clients and most of them are quite wealthy, some of them are even famous, and all of them are married. Sending them home to their wives with an unexplained virus would be bad for business.”

  “A true professional, huh? Fine, here’s your money. Now go do whatever the hell you do.”

  Edward handed Sophia a handful of cash then turned away in disgust. Now he could no longer say that he’d never hired a prostitute before. If he knew anything at all about the life his wife led before she met him, then he wouldn’t be able to say with complete honesty that he’d never slept with a prostitute either.

  Melanie stood in the living room with her hands clutched beneath her succession of chins as if in prayer, watching the strange little monk walk a prostitute down the hall and into her teenaged son’s bedroom. When his door opened she could hear him in there moaning in anguish. She wanted to run to him, but the Yogi cast her a look of warning before he slowly shut the door. Remembering what she’d almost done earlier that afternoon, Melanie thought it best not to aggravate the little man. Edward would be crushed if he found out about her antics. Still, she was desperate to know what was going on in that room.

  ***

  “Please do not speak. He is still not used to hearing any voice but my own so hearing yours might hurt him. You may undress now also. I’d hate to see you soil that lovely suit.”

  When the prostitute’s eyes finally adjusted to the gloom she recoiled in horror.

  “Oh my God!”

  Jason was a mess. He had vomited again and now blood dribbled from his nose down his face, neck, and onto his chest. The contrast of his ghostly pale skin and the spill of crimson liquid made him look even more vampiric than usual. He trembled and convulsed, curled up on the floor in a fetal position with sweat bulleting from his pores. Hearing the strange woman’s voice brought a fresh volley of screams from him. His eyes flew open and locked onto hers, pleading for release.

  “What the hell is wrong with him?” Sophia backed up against the wall and was trying to reach for the doorknob to escape. The Yogi grabbed her hand and jerked her off the wall.

  “He’s going through withdrawal. He’ll be okay. Just get undressed and help me lift him up and carry him into the shower. And keep your voice down. Don’t speak at all if you can help it.”

  “I’ve seen people kick from Heroine before and I’ve never seen anyone suffer that much! Jesus! It looks like he’s dying.”

  “His is a special case. Now please, your assistance. Grab his other arm. He will cry out, but just ignore it. I can’t lift him without help. Just be very, very gentle.”

  After stripping down to keep their clothing from irritating Jason’s skin, they lifted him to his feet and steadied him enough to walk him into the bathroom. As soon as the water struck him Jason began to w
ail. The Yogi had gone to great pains to get the water as close to ninety-eight-point-six as possible, but there was no way to avoid the pain from the impact of the water itself. Arjunda picked up the soap and a washcloth and began working up a thick lather. Before he could wash Jason with it Sophia slipped the soap from his hands.

  “I believe this is what you hired me for.”

  The Yogi nodded and backed away. Sophia soaped up her hands and began gliding them delicately over Jason’s flesh. As tender as she was being, Jason still squirmed and moaned in discomfort.

  “Now, Jason. Try to capture the pain again. Try to find it and hold it. Do you have it? Jason, listen to me! Do you have it?”

  “Y-yes, I have it”

  Sophia’s hands moved down between Jason’s thighs. His penis sprang to life.

  “Now, I want you to take that sensation and marry it to the pleasure Sophia is about to give you. I want you to make them one, but I want you to make the pleasure dominant. I want you to let the pleasure overcome the pain.”

  Sophia was stroking Jason’s cock now with her hands lubed up with soap. His moans began to change their octave to one she recognized well.

  “Enjoy it, Jason. Feel it all.”

  She had one hand lightly stroking his testicles and the other gliding expertly up and down his shaft. Her lips were pressed against his chest licking and sucking on his nipples. Once the shower had washed away all the soap and grime from Jason’s body, Sophia lowered her head to his swollen organ and slowly slid its entire length down her throat.

  Jason’s breath seized in his chest as her silken wet tongue and satiny lips sent a riot of delirious sensations through his body. Even the ecstasy she was giving him felt like torture, but not like the other pains he’d experienced. This was different. It made him feel good. It made him want more. He listened to what the Yogi had said about making all of his pain feel this way.

  If this is just another sensation like all the rest then why does this one feel so different?

  Jason wondered how it could feel so wonderful even while stimulating the same pain receptors the Yogi’s slap had fired a month before? He concentrated on what the prostitute’s remarkable mouth was doing to him. He could feel her tongue twirling along the length of his cock. He could feel it circle the head and flicker beneath the rim of it. Then he felt the orgasm begin to roil at the base of him as her mouth lowered until his entire organ slid into her throat past her tonsils and her lips were buried in his pubic hair.

  It felt like he’d been struck by lightning. His body jerked and bucked. Explosions went off in his head. But it was that same delicious wonderful pain he’d felt before only magnified now, magnified to the point that it felt like it would kill him.

  The prostitute looked up at him as she withdrew his organ from her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and it was coated with a thick milky cream. His penis was still pulsing and that same viscous liquid was spurting from the end of it onto her outstretched tongue. Jason watched in amazement as she licked every drop of it from his throbbing organ and then smiled appreciatively up at him. The nerve-rending jolts of pleasure intensified with each stroke of her tongue. Then it was gone.

  “No. No! I want more! I want more!”

  He searched the various agonies still ravaging his nervous system and could find nothing like what he’d just experienced. The withdrawal symptoms were still quite powerful, but they were nothing like the wonderful torture this woman had just put him through. He could make it the same though. The Yogi had taught him how. He could control it, reshape it, until it felt like her mouth had felt.

  “You’ve still got another fifteen minutes. I could do it again if you want me to?”

  The Yogi looked at the smile spreading across Jason’s face, the first one he’d seen from the boy since that day when he slapped him, and he relented.

  “Go ahead. Show him more.”

  Sophia stood up and took Jason by the hand. He was trembling, but his erection was as hard as it ever was and the moans coming from him were no longer of pain. She led him back into the bedroom and laid him on the bed.

  “Latex sheets? Kinky. Let’s play.”

  She kissed her way up and down his milky white skin, sucking here, licking there, and even biting occasionally. Jason thrashed, moaned, but made no effort to stop her. As she kissed him, her hand crawled back down to his cock and began to stroke him again. She grabbed a corner of the latex sheet and wet it with her saliva, then she wrapped it around his erection and masturbated him with it. Jason wailed and cried as his flesh experienced the agonies of hell and the divine rapture of paradise in one nerve-rending sensation. The next orgasm felt as if it would snap his spine and turn his mind to paste. His body arched as he ejaculated into the latex sheet and screamed until his throat was raw.

  “That’s it, Jason. Feel it all. Make all of your pain feel like this.”

  “I want more!”

  Sophia laughed then rolled over on her back and spread her legs. She guided Jason inside of her and then began to work her hips. It didn’t take Jason long to get the idea. Soon he was pounding in and out of her with violent force.

  “It hurts! It hurts! Oh, God it hurts!” He screamed. “It feels so wonderful!”

  Jason looked down at the prostitute’s face as he worked inside of her and was disappointed to see that she was not feeling what he was feeling. Even with the two of them joined she could not understand his pain. He would make her understand though. He would show her the beautiful agony that she had shown him.

  ***

  The Yogi watched as Jason expended himself inside the beautiful whore again and again. He was pleased with his accomplishment. He’d known that this is what the boy had needed. Now Jason would never look at pain the same way again. He’d discovered that it could be a wonderful rapturous thing. Now, he’d be able to transform all of his misery into this ecstasy.

  Arjunda had to use every ounce of will within him to contain his own excitement as he watched Sophia’s incredible body receive the young boy’s cock. His own erection strained at the center of him and he was just about to give into the urge to reach down into his lap and satisfy himself when he heard the whore scream.

  “He’s biting me! Oh, my god! He’s biting my face!”

  The Yogi leapt up in time to see that Jason had bitten a sizeable hole in Sophia’s cheek and was now locked onto her bottom lip. Sophia’s tiny fists pounded against Jason and this seemed to excite him further. He withdrew his cock just as it erupted spraying the whore with semen even as he ripped her bottom lip off.

  The door slammed open and his parents ran into the room. Melanie froze, her hands flew to her face as her mouth stretched itself into a large “O” and her throat strained to unleash a scream. Jason, Arjunda, and the prostitute were struggling on the bed. They were naked and there was blood all over them. Edward charged over to pull his boy off the prostitute who was now missing much of her face.

  “Oh my God! What did you do? What did you do?”

  He grabbed the Yogi by his throat and hurled him against the wall. The prostitute screamed and Jason smiled as another orgasm tore through him and splattered the floor at his mother’s feet. Melanie’s own scream finally found its way free of her paralyzed vocal chords and joined the chorus of pain.

  “It feels good doesn’t it? The pain? It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Jason was staring at the prostitute as she held her face and cried.

  “Look what he’s done to my FACE! You crazy fucker! Look what you’ve done to me!”

  Edward let go of the Yogi and turned to look at what his son had done to Sophia. Her lips were gone all the way up to the gums along with most of her face on the left side. He could see the muscles and tendons working in her jaw as she spoke. His eyes then traveled down to his son who was covered in blood and grinning like an idiot.

  “Jesus! Arjunda, what the hell did you do? Get away from my son! Get the fuck out of my house! Get out! Get out! GET OUT!”

  Arjunda
was rewrapping himself in his robes when Edward grabbed him by the throat once more and dragged him out of the bedroom up to the front door.

  “You don’t understand, Edward. It was necessary. He had to know what pleasure felt like. I don’t know what went wrong, but I can fix it.”

  “You can fix it? My son just ripped a whore’s face apart in my own house! What exactly are you going to fix? Can you put her face back together? Just get the fuck out!”

  He opened the door and tossed the little man out onto the porch, followed by his flute and his sleeping mat. He slammed the door before The Yogi could utter another sound.

  Edward took a deep breath before he walked back into his son’s room. The image of that whore’s face still burned in his mind and her screams filled the air. Edward tried desperately to fend off panic and figure out what to do. No matter what, he knew he had to protect his family.

  “I’m calling the police! You’re all going to jail and then I’m going to sue all of you motherfuckers!”

  The whore was crawling on the floor picking up the pieces of her face that Jason had spit out. Melanie was on the floor in the corner cradling Jason in her arms and crying.

  A deluge of thoughts and emotions crashed down upon Edward as he surveyed the carnage in his son’s room. First, Edward was amazed that the whore was still able to talk through all the pain and blood and that lipless ruin of a mouth. Then he realized that she was screaming at the top of her lungs and it didn’t seem to be hurting Jason at all. Finally, he saw the true miracle. Jason was hugging his mother.

  Edward stared at his son in amazement as the boy looked up at him with tears in his eyes. He’d seen his boy cry many times, but these were different. It took a moment for Edward to figure out what made them so unusual. When it finally it hit him it nearly brought him to his knees. These were tears of joy. Jason was happy for the first time Edward could remember.

  “I love you, Dad.”

  Edward knelt down on the floor with his family as his own tears began to spill down his cheeks and drip into his widening smile. He scooped both Melanie and Jason into his arms and wept as he squeezed them tight. The whore was still screaming.