KINGSLEY OPENED THE DOOR TO HIS ROOM, TOOK the boy by the collar of his jacket and pushed him inside. The boy stood in the center of the bedroom. Bedroom, yes. Nothing but a room with a bed. Kingsley hadn’t even bothered with a chair. Why waste the f loor space? The bed itself was black—black sheets, metal frame. Light from the barred and grated window cast squares of weak yellow squares across the sheets and the f loor.
“Can I ask you a weird question?” the blond said as he turned to Kingsley.
“Ask.”
“I can’t figure your accent out. Where are you from?”
Kingsley smiled.
“Not Texas.”
He grabbed the boy by the throat and forced him to the f loor. He slapped him once, hard. Hard enough that the blond gasped, not hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fight back if you want,” Kingsley said as he stripped the boy of his jacket and threw it aside. “You’ll lose. But you can try.”
The boy was already struggling against him as Kingsley pulled his shirt up, exposing the bare f lesh of his back. Kingsley grasped the bamboo cane he kept under the bed. “I’m going to cane you.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Fuck, yes, it will.”
The boy shuddered, but he didn’t say no, so Kingsley took that as a yes.
Once, twice, five times he struck the boy’s back, harder each time. The blond didn’t cry out but only released soft grunts of pain. A passing car beamed a momentary spotlight into the room, and Kingsley could see the furious red welts already raised on the boy’s otherwise pale and spotless f lesh.
“Beg for mercy if you want me to stop,” Kingsley said, digging his hand into the boy’s blond hair at the base of his skull and forcing his face against the bare wood f loor.
“Don’t stop.” The blond boy’s voice was f lush with desire and desperation.
Kingsley stripped him completely naked before striking him again with the cane—across the front of his thighs, across the back, all over him from his shoulders to his knees and back up again. Meanwhile the boy made no protest, begged no mercy and never once asked him to stop. The boy lay in the fetal position on the f loor. Kingsley stood up, put a shod foot on his shoulder and pushed him on to his ravaged back. He f linched and arched as his brutalized skin met the f loor.
“Touch yourself,” Kingsley ordered. “I want to watch.”
The blond took his erection in his hand and stroked upward.
“Keep going.” Kingsley watched as the blond rubbed himself with his right hand. He knew it was agony, every movement he made would scrape the raw wounds on his back. And yet for all the agony, the blond was hard. Fluid dripped from the tip on to his lower stomach. Kingsley longed to lick it off. “It hurts, doesn’t it? Your whole body?”
“It hurts,” he breathed.
“Good.” Kingsley walked to the bed and pulled a tube of lubricant out from under the pillow. Better to do this on the hard, unforgiving f loor than the bed. He slept in a bed, was at his most vulnerable in a bed. He didn’t want to be vulnerable tonight.
Kingsley knelt between the boy’s legs, nudging his thighs wider. He pushed his fingers into the welts on the boy’s legs. When the boy’s groans reached a crescendo, Kingsley brought his mouth down on to his cock and sucked him deep. Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain. He would couple them together tonight for this boy, and never again would he feel one without the other, desire one without the other. The boy would either hate him or thank him for this later—Kingsley didn’t care which. But he knew one thing for certain; this beautiful blond teenager would never forget him.
As he sucked him, Kingsley wet his fingertips with the lubricant and pushed them into the blond’s anus. The blond grunted but said nothing more. Kingsley poked and probed inside him, until the boy’s grunts of discomfort turned to gasps of pleasure. Kingsley opened him up while licking and massaging every inch of him.
“I’m coming,” the boy said between heavy breaths.
“Come, then.” Kingsley put his mouth down deep over him and tasted the salt on his tongue. He wanted to swallow but didn’t want to give the boy any ideas that this encounter meant more that it did. He spat it on the f loor, pushed the boy on to his stomach, stroked himself to his full hardness and, without mercy, entered the boy.