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"Get on your knees," Notim deadpanned, spreading his legs some while leaning back on the recliner. He glared at you until you slowly sank to the floor, then his expression changed... well, not to a smile, since he 'didn't do smiles,' but something more neutral, that looked like he didn't want you drawn and quartered. You leant forward, placing your hands on his knees. But then Notim's scowl returned, and you took that as a sign to lean right the fuck back.
"No. Look down."
"What?"
"Just - look down."
He'd whispered something along the lines of 'useless fucking maggot' after that, thinking you couldn't hear. You hesitated a little for some reason, before looking to the floor. You only saw the vintage (or was it just dusty?) carpet and his laced boots.
"...Sorry, what am I looking at?", your eyes remained glued to the floor, not daring to meet eyes with Notim.
"Christ - my fucking shoes, you incompetent worm."
Your gaze darted back to the leather combat boots.
"Your... shoes. Yeah, what about them?"
"Are you fucking dense? Clean them."
"...I don't know where you keep your cleaning stuff."
"Fucking christ, you're retarded. I mean, lick them, you insolent cunt."
"...Oh."
"And I mean now."
You sunk further towards the floor, hunched over and holding his right shoe in your hand. It was heavy, and you weren't sure if that was just Notim causing the weight, or if it was the fact that the boot was chunky and steel-toed. Probably both. You glanced up for a moment before Notim snapped with a 'stop staring at me,' gesturing down.
You knitted your brows, bringing the shoe just below your mouth. Notim nudged your chin with it. Deciding to ignore how stupid you probably looked, you unclenched your jaw to open your mouth and begin licking the scuffed toe of the shoe. Tasted a bit like dirt. And a hint of old blood, which was no surprise. Your drool collected to the side of your lips, dribbling down your chin and onto Notim. You smeared the excess saliva evenly onto the rest of the shoe using the flat of your tongue, earning a pleased grumble from Notim.
Continuing upward, you gave meager kitten licks to the rest of the boot. You were going to switch to the other one when Notim jerked his leg forward, shoving your head back with your lips around him uncomfortably. He yanked his leg away and kicked downwards, right into your crotch. You'd almost cried out at the sudden force on there, but managed to hold it in you. He mashed his heel into your half-chub, which only made you harder, if you were being honest. Your eyes flitted shut.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Get started on the other one." Notim spat the sentence like a curse.
You blinked your eyes open again, and Notim had since stopped grinding the sole of his shoe into your crotch. You leaned some to the left, scooping the other boot up by the sides to bring it up to your mouth. This time, you decided to get it over and done with, sticking your tongue out and licking enthusiastically. A familiar warmth in your lower abdomen stirred when Notim's weight (that was still on your dick) became apparent again as he shifted his leg a little.
Notim made a satisfied grunt when you bucked up into the sole of his shoe, grinding your dick rather pathetically against it, chasing any kind of friction. He humoured you, pressing his heel into you harsher. You felt like a bug under him. Your legs spread a little, choking back a moan as you fucked up into Notim more desperately, all while still running your spit-slick tongue along the other boot. Notim's eyes narrowed and he quite literally stomped on your dick. Your eyes flashed back open, whimpering, all open mouthed while some spittle gathered at your bottom lip.
"What's wrong? Gettin' stepped on too much for you?"
The question sent waves of ecstasy through your core, which also made your dick twitch, and leak like a faucet. You shook your head frantically, begging him in your head to not stop. Pulling away from the boot, you swallowed a reservoir of saliva that had built up while you looked up to Notim for your next move.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"...Well, I'm done cleaning them..."
Notim leaned over and looked at his shoes. They were shining in the sickly yellow light of the nearby lamp. Then he squinted at his left one. His brows furrowed and his signature scowl had made a comeback.
"You missed a spot."
"I'm sorry-"
And before you could finish your sentence, your back was to the floor and Notim was standing at his full height over you. He looked even taller from this angle. Your throat dried up. Notim stepped on your chest, fumbling for his pants button. You hadn't even realised he was also hard until just then, somehow. His fly unzipped and then his dick was also glaring at you. It was thick. Girthy. Like a fucking can of Coke. Not lengthy by any means, perhaps only hitting about three inches, maybe more, maybe less, difficult to tell from this angle, just fat.
He kneeled down and yanked you up to sit straight by the collar of your shirt. He stood up again afterward. You were a bit dazed, staring towards an arbitrary corner of the room. Notim grumbled and tugged at the roots of your hair, guiding your face back towards him. You were met with his dick mere centimetres away from your nose. Your mind went offline.
"You're not stupid, are you?"
"...No?"
"So stick it in your mouth. Or are you just gonna sit there and look pretty?"
You didn't need to be told twice, so your hand darted upwards and grabbed him at the base, hand resting on the thick bush of hair on his lower stomach. With your other hand, you slicked him up a little, hesitating at first before getting into a rhythm. You added onto that not long after, parting your lips and lapping up precum from his tip. Notim's breath stuttered. You took that as a sign to place the entire head of his dick on your tongue, using the muscle to rub the underside of it. You weren't exactly thinking consciously about what you were doing; you were just doing.
Notim's grip on your hair tightened, and you swore you almost came. Almost. You sighed shakily out of your nose, starting to bob your head on the end of his dick. That earned you more contented noises from Notim, soft grunts in his throat as he barely kept a lid on himself. Instinctually, your hand began to reach for your crotch - but Notim stamped down on the back of your hand, pinning it to the floor before you could even get close to your dick. A whimper tore its way from your throat, sending vibrations up Notim's dick. He frantically pulled you off with a huff.
"I don't want to hear you. Fucking vermin."
You opened your mouth to talk, shutting yourself up before you got a syllable out, resorting to nodding eagerly.
"If I hear even a peep, you're getting your dick kicked in."
You were so hard it hurt.
Notim made a vague gesture to his dick, so you took it between your lips again, suckling at the tip and smearing his precum with your tongue. Whether you swallowed some in the process was your business. Your free hand, the one not pinned to the floor, wandered to the side, past his happy trail, and to his hips being hugged by his jeans. You felt his love handles up some, just enough before he got fed up and swatted your hand away, like you were a pest. If you were ever harder in your life, you don't remember it. Your mind fogged up, shrinking the world down to just you two.
Before you could have a second thought about it, you were barely holding back a whine and spilling into your pants like a highschooler. Notim hadn't caught on, which was probably a good thing. Your climax soon ground to a halt, allowing you to metaphorically shake it off and focus on Notim again. You huffed out of your nose, doubling your previous pace. Notim's dick had been stuffed in your mouth for so long that your jaw was getting a little sore. That's okay. As a matter of fact, that's not an issue at all, you thought, shutting your eyes and squeezing Notim between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. You pulled back a little, the edge of your teeth hit skin, and you swore you felt Notim throb in your mouth. His hand was trembling the faintest bit - you could feel it quivering against the top of your head.
Notim breathed out steadily, turning his head up to the roof. Looking down at you with his dick in your mouth proved to be too much. So he thought about other things to take himself away from the otherworldly blowjob he was currently receiving. How he hated the world and the insufferable worms in it. How he didn't care for you. The way he'd kill you after he was done with you. He snapped back to reality once you grasped pathetically onto his thigh again, grabbing at the flesh there as a means of comfort, to ground yourself, something. The brooding didn't help. It really didn't. He was just even more desperate to fuck your throat until you couldn't speak now. Gritting his teeth, he readjusted his grip in your hair and he yanked your head back on his dick, until you just had the tip in your mouth. Precum gathered on the end of your tongue, to which you fervently gave small licks to the slit of Notim's dick. Notim growled - fucking growled, and he pushed his dick all the way back in your mouth. Your nose pressed against his pubic hair.
He repeated. Pulled your head back, then forward again. Began to get into a rhythm, fucking your throat like a fleshlight. His tip hit the back of your throat, and you gagged and coughed weakly around him. You couldn't breathe through his relentless thrusts. At one point, you tried pushing off of him with your hand that was still on his thigh, but that only led to him cramming his dick all the way down your throat until your vision blurred a little at the edges. Through your nose, you took laborious, uneven breaths, almost forgetting you could breathe through there in the midst of all five of your senses being overwhelmed at once.
It was all too much for you. Fat tears began to roll down your cheeks, unable to make a noise with Notim's cock still deep in your mouth. You felt him twitch against your tongue. With a deep sigh, he resumed his onslaught. You were left clawing at his thigh, nails digging into him. He didn't seem to take much note of your desperate attempts to break free, still thoroughly abusing your throat.
"Yeah, c'mon. Cry for me, pathetic scum." His hair hung to the sides of his face like curtains as he glowered down at you.
"I'm not even close to done," he stated bluntly, yanking you off his cock. The words sent prickles through your entire body. Not the good ones.
"Up, stand up." Notim nearly ripped the hair from your scalp as he wrenched his arm, pulling you upwards to stand. You'd been on your knees for so long that you were a little wobbly when you got to your feet. Leftover precum tickled the back of your throat, and you fought the urge to cough. You coughed anyway, hacking it up. That seemed to piss Notim off. He reached into his trenchcoat, slipping his hand into a pocket. Your stomach dropped and your eyes didn't dare to stray away from his hand.
"Your throat just won't do."
You caught a glimpse of the shining metal, reflecting the light from the dim lamp. Your heart skipped at least three beats. You turned, to run, but Notim slashed at the back of your thigh, and you dropped to the floor, screaming bloody murder. Notim stood over you again, crouching down and burying the crimson-splattered blade in your shoulder. Oh, it was agony. It was indescribable. Thoughts escaped you, and instinct took over. This was a matter of survival now, not just getting away from this sociopath.
He twisted the knife, because of course he did, and snot ran down your face, tears streaming, your arm feeling like it could detach off the joint. The knife got ripped out of you as fast as Notim had plunged it in, and instead he stuck it in the side of your waist, pulling the knife downwards viciously, opening you up and using his free hand to split the laceration even wider, yanking at the open wound. Blood spurted profusely from the cut, drenching Notim's hands and your midsection. The overpowering scent of iron made your stomach twist in on itself.
You thought he'd just kill you. You don't know why you thought that in the first place, as you watched on hopelessly while Notim pulled the knife out of you, discarding it on the floor next to you before lining his dick up with your exposed viscera. No, why would he just kill you? He'd have to violate you in every way possible before you ever received the sweet release of death. Perhaps 'sweet' isn't the word. The salvation, the reprieve, the escape.
"Just kill me," you sobbed, laying limply on your side. Notim either didn't listen, or didn't care, (perhaps both), placing a hand on your ribcage and plunging his dick inside your flesh without a word. He made this guttural sound of pleasure when he fucked into your side that made you positively sick. You fought the urge to throw up. Notim's hand pressed down, resting on you as he picked up the pace, making gentle noises in his throat all the while. You felt the pressure on your ribs only increase the longer he remained inside you. Notim shot you a look while he was fucking your wound.
"Do you really think it moves me?", He snapped finally, the words venomous. He stared right back at you, eyes without soul. Your side stung as he dug his nails into you. Your tear ducts welled up some more at that, the salty liquid running down your face and into your mouth. The pain was numbing into a still sensation at this point. Almost as if you were getting used to it. Then Notim jammed his dick cruelly between something particularly tight inside you, grunting unabashed. And the pain came flooding back into your abdomen all over again.
It was at this point that the blood loss began to really get to you. Your eyes went a little round at the edges, hardly able to keep your head up. You could feel it as your consciousness slipped right from your grasp. Try, you did, to rip yourself back into the present moment, despite wishing you had just died already. Were you really ready to die? Or were you just saying that to get out of this situation?
The answer never got more clear, even when Notim came deep into your wound. He buried himself to the hilt, riding through his climax with small, controlled thrusts. The pullout was messy, blood and a chunk of something, presumably a part of you, dropped to the floor in front of Notim. You stared at the leg of a chair in front of you, too delirious from blood loss to even move your eyes. You thought you should've died by now. You should've. You wanted to. You just got raped. And not even 'regular' rape. He fucked your open wound while you laid on the floor, crimson spilling profusely out of you. And knowing that, he'd probably keep your corpse after you died. He'd let you fester and rot, and then he'd use your corpse like a sex doll.
Your eyes unwillingly shut as you accepted your fate. As you lay, dying, you thought that your death would have been more substantial, or at the very least, peaceful. You also thought that your life would have been flashing before your eyes, playing back each core memory of yours on the insides of your eyelids. But nothing came of your soul slowly withering from the mortal world. All you could think was that you wish you'd die a little faster so that your suffering would end.
And at some point, you did. Your eyes went glassy, your body still warm. Notim rolled your corpse over, so that you were on your back. He stared at your lifeless face long enough to be weird before diverting his attention elsewhere. Namely, the wound that was still oozing blood onto his carpet. He looked down further and saw his half-hard, blood-covered dick. He shut his eyes so he didn't get hard again, sighing outwards through his nose. Clasping his hands together, he smirked, all fucking self-satisfied and happy with what he'd done.
He opened his eyes again and picked the knife up off the floor, not bothering to clean the blade before stashing it back in his coat pocket. He kicked your body onto your stomach, stepping over you and sitting back down in his ratty old recliner. Pawing at a small table nearby, his fingertips graced the small cardboard box he was looking for, snatching it up and pulling a cigarette out of it. From another smaller pocket inside his trench coat, he pulled out a lighter that had been nearly as abused as you just were. His thumb shifted to light it, having to try multiple times to get a consistent flame. Notim brought the cigarette between his lips and lit the end, taking a long drag.
"Prey's destiny fulfilled," he mumbled to himself, exhaling smoke.