Love
The repugnant smell of iron fills the room.
Blurry vision and ringing in my ears.
Rapidly blinking, I finally snap out of it and he stands in front of me, ball peen hammer in hand. We’re both naked and panting like animals. Not from the sex, but from the wrestling.
I fit perfectly inside of him. If not, I was a little too deep. And yet, he rejected me. Now he has the opportunity to experience true freedom, I thought. Slowly I looked at him and laughed, cackling almost. “That’s the fire I wanted. I knew you were going to be the best lay I’ve ever had.” Then after that…so much blood. It was beautiful. The snapping of his bones. The squelching from when I dug my hands into his intestines. The way his ribcage was protruding, yet hadn’t broken any skin. “Aw, was it that good baby?” I slowly started to get in between the legs attached to what was once a gorgeous man. Standing tall and so strong…his grip was that of fantasy novels. It was tough. He was a fighter. But look at you now, missing a head with half of your ribcage ripped apart, as if starving animals found you first before anything else. “Such a fucking tease,” I remember. I raised said legs over my shoulders, “Oh settle down baby, it’s okay...” I lean towards the ears behind what used to be a face. “I’ll be gentle~” Biting onto his ear, I gently forced just my tip inside of his hole. I remember euphoria, anger, ferocity… and passion. The way I fucked his corpse in every position, in every room. I remember cumming at the minimum of 10 to 12 times. Heh…at that point it was just orgasm after orgasm. I was dry and the only lubrication was caused by his blood. Fuck. It was incredible. I can’t help but imagine it. Even now as I jerk off, there’s nothing that gets me more than that. The way all eight and a half inches of my throbbing, aching cock fit inside of him. He took me so well, as a good boy should. His hole..so tight and juicy… it felt as if I could fuck it for HOURS, which I did. And his cock…god. Did you know that if you drug your pets with Viagra, even after death, it stays hard? Not only was he an amazing fuck sack, he was gifted. It hit so deep. It felt as if my entire body was trying to accept the embrace of a god. So powerful, so strong, so..destructive. I’ve never fucked myself like I did with him. It’s a shame that he didn’t understand how perfect we were together. If he just saw how incredible we were together, this wouldn’t have happened. “A-ah…I’m almost there. Okay Jason, focus…god…oh yes, think about how it felt. The way it hit your spot. T-the way his raw, uncut cock rammed against my spo- A-Ah!” Nothing but euphoria fills my brain as I finally cum after 45 minutes of masturbating. I sat there panting like an animal. Getting up to wash my hands and clean up, I sat on my bed and looked out the window to the city. The overwhelming sense of exhaustion and drowsiness filled me as I gently lay my head on the pillow. “Goodnight my love, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Closing my eyes, I slowly started falling asleep. His sounds were so relaxing. I always did love hearing my toys at night. It made me feel as if I wasn’t alone. And in Sac…I was never alone. I remember waking up that morning, as I sat up, I had a strange feeling. It was an adrenaline rush I hadn’t felt in years. Not one of excitement but fear, and I remember telling myself that it wasn’t something to worry about, “I’m fine. No one knows who I am or what I am. I’m fine.” Throwing my sheets over myself, I dropped my legs over the edge of the bed. I hear a whimper. I remember looking off through my window and seeing the city, this rush running down my spine and onto my hips. As it moved from my hips towards my pelvis, I couldn’t help but lick my lips. Grabbing and squeezing my groin, the way my hand cupped both my cock and balls made my adrenaline easily turn into euphoria. Like the peak of molly or that of a psychedelic trip, I could feel the fibers in the cartilage that formed my embrace. I could feel the sensation that could only be described as if I was phasing in and out of reality. Slowly, I started to stroke and everything became fuzzy, as if I was drunk. My head tilts to the left as my eyes begin crossing, my vision blurring as the light slowly fades away and all I see is black. My head hangs behind me as my strokes are becoming faster and rougher, focusing on the tip the most. God everytime I would focus on my tip, it felt great…but never this great. My toes curled as my free hand would grip and pull at my sheets. I remember feeling myself get closer. As I had finally let my whole body relax, with a whimper and a slight moan I released and came all over my pet, that I had strapped and bolted onto the floor. Leaning on the bed, I sat panting as the fuzziness would leave my body. Sensitive, I stood on my pet as they groaned in pain. “Oh hush now my love, you know you love it as much as I do.” Standing tall, I proceeded to stretch while standing on it. Stepping on the sack’s face, I smirked to myself as I tilted my head to the side, a smile grew on my face. “Kiss and worship the floor I am about to step on, make it worthy of the imprint I am about to lay upon it.” I remember it shaking its head as it licked and kissed the floor that it was able to reach. No, it wasn’t where I was going to step but the point was that it still did it. I giggled a bit as I looked upon it, stepping off of it I leaned down towards its wordhole, “You are such a good boy. Do you want ups?” Nodding in a teasing and condescending manner, I just smiled coyly at it. As if I had no idea anything was wrong, and it responded, “Yes…please my love, I would like ups.” A large grin appeared on my face as I swiftly grabbed ahold of its hair and balled it up in a fist. As I pulled its hair, I leaned in and whispered into its putrid ear, “Are you going to be a GOOD boy this time?” Listening as it whimpered in pain and squealed, it would respond, “Y-yes my love, I’m s-sorry for trying to run!! Never again, I promise!” And like that, I let go. I undid the leather straps that were bolted onto my floor and stood over it as it rose. “Make me breakfast, baby? I would be ever so grateful…” Shaking its head, it went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. As it did so, I started my morning routine. I started by walking towards an open area in between the dining room and what turned into the living room. 25 standard push ups, 25 diamond push ups, 25 push ups on each leg. And afterwards, crunches and sit ups, and two 45-second planks. Not a lot, but enough. As I am finishing my first plank, it calls, “Breakfast is ready.” At that moment, we were both eating at the dining table and I couldn’t help but look in disgust. It was…ugly to me. Its words weren’t that of a heartbroken poet anymore. Its looks were of a mere conglomerate of flesh. It was fat and skin masked with mascara that ran down its face when I used it after bringing it home last night. The difference between then and now...it was gorgeous then, now it’s horrendous. I want nothing more than to kill this beast that sits in front of me, but it can’t know that. I smile at it as I take a bite of the scrambled eggs and a strip of the bacon that was plated for me. “Thank you so much precious, this is the best breakfast I’ve ever been served, ya know that?” With a shaking voice it replied, “You’re welcome baby...” I sit up in my chair in a sense of irritation as I take the sudden look of embarrassment that appeared on its face when calling me baby, “Why are you looking like that? Am I not good enough for you?” Abruptly sitting up, my chair flew behind me, my hands resting on the table. I grabbed a hold of a butter knife sitting next to my place. It got up crying, pleading and begging. It was groveling. And even as ugly as it was…it turned me on. And I felt disgusted. How could this creature turn me on? ME. Then in one swoop, I forced the butter knife into its throat. Pulling it closer to me, the thick smell of its blood filled my nostrils as I began drooling. Leaning in, I dragged my tongue along its neck to taste the blood, immediately spitting it out. “You even taste like trash.” As its body fell, a loud thud was heard. Staring down at it, I felt my anger fester. For now, I needed to find a new pet…a new toy…a new Love.
