by Brett McBean
“Hold still,” Wayne said. “Or else I might accidentally slit your throat.”
He stopped shaking his head, but tears ran down his cheeks as he continued to scream.
Wayne grabbed the man around the throat with his left hand. His large hand squeezed his neck, while with the hatchet, he began slicing the man’s sweating forehead.
Wayne felt himself begin to grow hard. He tightened his grip on the man’s neck as his penis grew.
Every so often he made another incision on his skin. Blood dribbled down into the man’s tightly closed eyes, spreading around to his cheeks and down onto Wayne’s hand.
“Let him go, Wayne!” Eddy shouted.
Suddenly realising that he might kill him, Wayne let go.
The man gasped and wheezed for air. He seemed to have trouble, though, due to the gag in his mouth.
Wayne straightened and gazed down at his bloody face. It was a light blue colour.
“You sick fuck!” Eddy called.
Wayne left and hurried over to Eddy.
“No! Leave me alone! Get the fuck away from me!”
Wayne trotted into the dark bathroom. “I don’t know whether you’re brave or stupid calling me those names,” he panted.
“You touch me and I swear to God I will kill you.”
Wayne laughed and shook his head. He could hear the nervousness and wavering in Eddy’s voice. “Don’t swear to God,” he said. “I don’t think He’d appreciate it.”
With the hilt of the hatchet, Wayne whacked Eddy across the face. He grunted, then fell sideways.
Wayne hadn’t hit him that hard. Eddy was still conscious, but now the fight was out of him.
He moaned quietly. A small cut on his left cheek was bleeding.
Wayne placed the hatchet on the bathroom floor, away from Eddy’s reach, and started untying the rope. “I’ve got something special planned for you,” he said.
Wayne sweated and grunted while he undid the knots. Madge had indeed done a good job in securing the ropes. They were hard to loosen.
Finally the knots came loose, and Eddy’s hands fell down to his lap. Wayne grabbed Eddy by his feet and dragged him out of the bathroom and over to the bed. He then hoisted him onto the mattress, next to the man’s legs, face down.
Walking back into the bathroom, Wayne picked up the hatchet, which had some of the man’s blood on its blade, and wandered back to his two helpless captives.
The man was still slightly dazed, though his face had returned to a normal colour. He had his eyes partly open, looking vaguely up at Wayne. Eddy still had the wind knocked out of him and was sobbing quietly.
Using his one free hand, Wayne took the revolver from down the front of his pants and placed it on the floor. With the same hand, he undid the belt of his trousers, then pulled his pants down, including his underpants. His stiff member sprung out. It felt good to be free from the constraints of his pants.
He stepped out of his clothes, then reached under Eddy and started undoing his jeans. Eddy protested weakly, but could barely find the words or gather up enough strength to make him stop.
Wayne tugged Eddy’s jeans down around his ankles, exposing the whiteness of his buttocks.
Wayne grinned and his cock went even harder.
He looked over at the man, who had his eyes closed. That was no good. Wayne wanted him to watch.
Wayne rushed over and held the axe near his throat, his large penis standing erect over the man’s face.
“Open your eyes,” Wayne ordered.
The man refused, and kept them closed.
Wayne leaned close to his face. “I’ve got a sharp axe positioned right by your throat. If you don’t open your eyes, I will slowly cut out your larynx.”
Wayne touched the blade to the man’s skin.
His eyes sprung open.
“That’s it,” Wayne said.
The man saw Wayne’s nakedness and reeled in disgust.
“I want you to watch this,” Wayne said. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you. Don’t close your eyes for a second.”
Wayne took the hatchet away, then went back over to Eddy.
He hadn’t moved. He was still lying face down. Wayne dragged Eddy closer and positioned his legs so they were dangling off the bed, with his buttocks sticking high in the air.
Wayne wrapped his hand around Eddy’s neck, so the axe was near his throat, then lowered his body.
He glanced over at the man. He was watching with that same disgusted frown. Wayne was grinning stupidly.
He then entered Eddy, hard and fast. Eddy cried out in pain. The man clenched his eyes shut.
“Open...your ...eyes,” Wayne panted.
He opened them again, staring at Wayne with a hateful glare.
Wayne continued to ram into Eddy. Eddy continued to scream and cry in shameful and agonising pain.
Blood dribbled from his backside.
Wayne let out a loud groan, then came strongly inside him.
Eddy cried with humiliation.
Finished, Wayne slid out, his penis covered with slick white semen and glistening blood, then took his arm from around Eddy’s neck.
He grinned at the man. “How’d ya like that? I bet you want some, don’t you?”
Placing the hatchet on the ground, Wayne picked up his underpants and trousers, put them back on, then shoved the revolver back down his pants. He left the hatchet on the floor.
Eddy remained on the bed, crying and groaning, blood still trickling from his anus. He was shivering.
“What a night,” Wayne huffed. It had certainly been one of the weirdest, yet in a strange way one of the most fulfilling.
He was drained from what he had just done, but he needed to tie Eddy back up. Wayne took a hold of Eddy and dragged him up beside the man, who watched his every move.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
He stood before the door and pounded. He kept on pounding until the door opened and Helen stood there, frowning. “What are you doing here?” She was wearing a skimpy negligee and he could see her dark round nipples protruding from under the fabric.
“I need to talk to you, Helen,” he said. “I...” Before he could finish, she dragged him inside and slammed the door shut.
“You’ve got some nerve coming over here. It’s after five in the morning.”
He couldn’t take his eyes from her body. He wanted her so bad. “I just...need to talk to you,” he said. He suddenly remembered the two women. “Who are your friends?”
Helen smiled. “Just some work mates. We’re having a girls’ night. Gavin’s away on a business trip.”
“Oh,” he said. “Anyway, I just need to talk...”
“Jesus Christ,” Helen laughed. “Is all you wanna do is talk? There are three beautiful, and horny, women here and all you wanna do is talk?”
He didn’t know what to say. He just stood in the hallway, dumbfounded.
“Come on. I’ll introduce you to them.”
“But...aren’t you angry at me? You said you never wanted to see me again. I...I thought you said it was over?”
Helen smiled. “I was in a bad mood. I said a lot of things. I didn’t mean any of them.” She gave him a sultry grin. “I’m sorry, darling.” She turned and headed down the hall. He watched the curves of her buttocks through the flimsy, and almost see-through nightie. He felt his penis begin to harden.
“Are you coming? I want to introduce you to my friends.”
He followed Helen down the hall, and into the brightly-lit bedroom.
And there they were. Sitting on the bed, as if waiting for him.
The blonde was wearing a similar style negligee as Helen – only it was smaller. She had a fuller figure than Helen, so her breasts were literally popping out the top. She stood and strolled over to him.
Like a deer caught in headlights, he remained still, eyes wide.
Without speaking, the blonde wrapped her arms around him and started licking his face all over. She eventually made it to his mouth, where she plunged
her tongue in deep. He followed, slipping his hands under the skimpy nightie, and caressing her firm cheeks.
Then, just as he was getting into it, she pulled away. He was left with a wet face and a stiff penis jutting in his jeans.
“Nice to meet you,” the blonde said in an angelic voice.
He just nodded.
She sat down on the bed and he turned his eyes to the brunette. If the blonde was like some gorgeous angel, then surely the brunette was a goddess.
She was simply the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her face – smooth, flawless, tanned; her full, rose-coloured lips; and the biggest, most sensual green eyes. Even from where he was standing he could see the startling green colour.
She wore a tight T-shirt that hung just over her athletic thighs.
He felt like he was going to ejaculate just from looking at her.
The brunette stood and wandered over to him. His mouth was dry and his legs weak.
All this over one woman? But hell, if he wasn’t in love with her, then may he fall dead right this instant.
He remained very much alive as she simply pressed her perfectly formed body against his, looked him once in the eyes, then kissed him. She had soft lips: almost juicy.
She swirled her tongue around, sucking on his as he stuck his deep. He grabbed her on the bum, then slipped his hands under the T-shirt. He never knew they could feel like this. They were too perfect. Firm, yet soft, he squeezed her cheeks, then delved into her crevice.
He felt his pants being unbuckled, but didn’t instantly register that it wasn’t the brunette. She had her hands on his back.
Soon his pants were off, and still kissing the brunette, he felt a mouth on his throbbing penis. He groaned into the brunette’s mouth.
Next he felt his butt cheeks being spread apart and a tongue began flicking at his anus.
The feeling was too unbelievable for words.
The tongue at his backside began licking, then it delved deep inside his hole.
The brunette kissed him hard, and the mouth on his penis sucked him so deep that she managed to get his cock and balls into one mouthful.
He came so strongly that his knees almost buckled. He sucked on the brunette’s tongue, while his anus was still being prodded. He came into whoever’s mouth it was, but she didn’t pull away. She kept on sucking, like a baby on a milk bottle.
When he had finished, all mouths and tongues went away.
He was breathing hard. He saw, as she stood up, that the blonde had been the one giving him the blowjob.
“How was that?” she said, and smiled.
He opened his mouth to speak, but only air came out.
Suddenly she grabbed the brunette and kissed her passionately. He could see strands of white semen being passed from one woman to the other; they seemed to be enjoying it like it was wine.
He couldn’t hold back. Even though he had just come, he felt ready and able.
He rushed over to the two women, stood behind the brunette, and stuck his still hard penis into her. It slid in easily and he began pumping in and out, licking her smooth back. He watched the two women kiss, but they soon broke away, and the blonde lay on the bed, her legs dangling to the floor.
The brunette leaned over and put her face to the blonde’s crotch. She began licking her clitoris. The blonde grabbed her head and ground her face hard.
He had pretty much forgotten about Helen. As he fucked the brunette harder and harder, he again felt his cheeks being spread apart. But this time he felt a large implement at his backside. He turned his head and saw Helen, her large breasts swaying and covered with sweat, with a strap-on dildo.
She slowly began pushing the imitation penis into his anus, and it surprisingly didn’t hurt one bit.
Soon she was humping him as hard as he was the brunette.
The dildo felt amazing. He could feel another orgasm approaching.
Helen leaned in and whispered to him: “Is this the best fuck you’ve ever had? Are you enjoying it?”
He nodded.
“Good. Because it’s the last one you’ll ever experience.”
She brought her arm around his throat. He felt something cold against his jugular.
“It’s over between us,” she said. Her voiced had changed. It sounded older. “Can you please understand and respect that? It was always just a physical relationship. Jesus Christ! My husband has just died! Leave me the fuck alone! What kind of sick man are you? And don’t call me darling.”
“But...” was all he got out before he felt a sharp, hot stinging...
Jason MacDonald came awake with a start. His breathing was fast and he was sweating. He immediately put his hand to his throat. It wasn’t slit. No blood was gushing.
Then where he was settled in. He was in his car.
“Holy crap,” he muttered.
He had never had such a vivid dream.
Maybe alcohol produces more realistic dreams?
He blew out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes. As he sat up to wind down the window, he felt a wetness in his pants, right where his crotch was.
“Jesus hell,” he muttered. The stickiness was uncomfortable. But more than that he was embarrassed.
What am I, a Goddamn fifteen-year-old?
He wound down the window and a rush of cool morning air flowed in. He realised it had stopped raining. He breathed in the fresh air. He still felt a little drunk, but that sleep had knocked off the worst of it. Still, he knew what he was going to do.
He leaned back in, rolled up the window, and opened the glove box. He pulled out his revolver. On top of still being hurt and angry, he was damn horny.
The radio still crackled with sporadic bits of information. As he was still getting his thoughts together, an urgent sounding message came over the police radio.
“Fire at the Lodgepole Pine Motel. I repeat fire at the Lodgepole Pine Motel. All units respond. There is a fire at the Lodgepole Pine Motel. Address is...”
“Madge,” he breathed, and threw the gun back into the glove box. He fired up the engine and floored the accelerator. He zoomed past Helen’s place, not once glancing over.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
With both men bound securely to the bed, Wayne could sit back, enjoy some rest and think about what to do.
He couldn’t stay in this motel for much longer, as it would be nearing daylight and there was the possibility of people arriving.
He had to decide on whether he wanted to take Eddy with him, or to leave him here. He had already decided on the man’s fate.
At least he didn’t have to worry about the police finding his car now that he had it back in his possession. He had nothing to worry about, now. Life was good.
He finished off the Coke he was drinking, then threw the can down to the floor. He let out a burp. “What am I going to do with you two?” he sighed.
The man was gazing at Wayne, while Eddy was staring up at the ceiling.
“Cheer up, Eddy. It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
Eddy closed his eyes and his chin began to tremble. His jeans were still bundled around his ankles.
“Did you steal Madge’s gun?” Wayne asked him. He pulled it out. “Very nice gun. So did ya?”
Eddy nodded.
“Poor Madge. I think she had a real fondness for this little puppy.” Wayne frowned. “Are there any more bullets?”
Eddy didn’t respond.
“Hey! I’m asking you a question.” He noticed a large, square-shaped bulge in Eddy’s front right pocket. “What’s in your pocket?”
Again Eddy refused to answer.
Wayne got up, strolled over and reached into his pocket. He yanked out a box, and when he looked at it, smiled. “Well, well. Seems nobody around here likes giving up their spare ammunition.”
He wandered over to the table and placed the box of cartridges down.
“Not that I really care,” Wayne said. “Personally, I prefer more hands on weapons. You know, knives, axes...these.” He
held up his large hands. “Speaking of good feelings, I need to piss.”
He headed for the bathroom, but stopped. He turned around.
He smiled at the two men, but only the husband seemed to notice his evil, callous smirk.
Wayne placed the gun on the table, then approached the double bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and started pulling down his zipper. “Want a drink?” he said with an evil smirk.
The man screamed at him. His muffled cries were heartfelt enough for Eddy to open his eyes to see what was going on.
When he saw Wayne standing by the bed, zipper open, Eddy began to scream. “Get away! You sick fuck!”
“Ooopeeen wiiiide,” Wayne sung. “Time to take your meeediciiiine.”
Both men thrashed around on the bed, their mouths about as tightly closed as they could manage.
Holding his limp penis in his hand, Wayne let fly a stream of urine. It first splashed on Eddy, hitting him directly in the face – which was difficult, as he was flinging his head about furiously.
But he still managed to spray Eddy all over his face, hair, neck and chest.
The smell was pungent.
Swinging the stream to the right, Wayne began showering the urine over the husband. He tried desperately to avoid the flow, but no matter which way he flung his head, he couldn’t escape the constant rush of hot piss.
“That’s it, drink it all up,” Wayne said.
He couldn’t help but laugh throughout the whole ordeal.
The stream started to weaken, and Wayne had trouble reaching the two men. He finished the remainder of his urination on the floor, then tucked himself back in and zipped up.
“Was that tasty?”
The room now smelled of acrid urine. Even Wayne had to admit, the smell was particularly horrible.
“I really should drink more water,” Wayne said and laughed.
Both men were soaked. Their hair was matted down to their scalps and puddles had formed on their chests.
The sheets underneath were stained yellow, as was the pillowcase that was stuffed in the man’s mouth.
“I feel much better,” Wayne said. “But you know, I need to take a shit now.”
He saw the look on both men’s faces.
Wayne laughed. “Only kidding.”
