Read Breakdown Motel Part 2 (Gay BDSM Erotica) Online

Authors: Ty Marton

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Breakdown Motel Part 2 (Gay BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

Jeff was looking at Danny Major.

 

~*~

 

 

Wide-eyed, Jeff watched in stunned silence
as the tall man began to unbutton his designer shirt, his fingers
slow and meticulous.

“You made such progress, X,” he said, his
voice both sad and patronizing. “You were my proudest possession,
but now you’re quickly becoming little more than a constant
disappointment.”

It was Mason, Jeff realized, recognizing the
voice from the conversation he overheard with Trixie. This was the
man in charge, the man the people here feared. Jeff couldn’t help
but study him, watching the casual, routine manner in which he
folded his shirt and set it aside, then began unbuckling his
belt.

“I understand your despair over losing
Eric,” Mason said, “He was your friend, wasn’t he? More than that,
hmm? But all of you will eventually be sold and replaced, even you.
That’s the whole reason you’re here.”

His pants came off, and Mason carefully
began folding them, setting them aside with the shirt. His
underwear came off, and that too, he folded.

“But then again,” he said, flexing his
knuckles and running his fingers across Danny’s ass, “a slave
unwilling to acknowledge their master, a slave incapable of
performing as they should… well, that’s not a slave that we’ll be
able to sell. It’s a slave that we have no use for. And you
understand what we must do with slaves whom we have no use for,
don’t you?”

Mason leaned in over top of the unresponsive
Danny, clutching at his shoulders and talking directly into his
ear. “Of course, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You think we’ll
kill you, I’ll kill you. Well, know this – I’ll
never
give
you a way out, not even death. You belong to
me
, boy.”

The sound of his voice gave Jeff a chill. He
was quickly learning just why Trixie had been so terrified to talk
with him.

“Now then,” Mason said, taking a step back
from Danny and turning his attention to the cabinets. “What shall
we punish you with tonight?”

Jeff’s mouth went dry - Mason was looking
directly at him. That is, he was looking directly at the cabinet he
was hiding in. He took a few steps, moving closer and closer, his
eyes narrowed in concentration.

“The whip is always tempting…” he muttered,
as Jeff glanced at the bullwhip hanging beside him. Aside from
that, the only things close to a weapon were the canes hanging
behind him, but Jeff doubted he’d be able to do very much with them
if it came down to it. He gritted his teeth, furious at himself for
not bringing his gun. His only hope would be to jump out as soon as
Mason opened the cabinet, and hope that the element of surprise was
enough to overtake the surprisingly muscular man…

Mason was directly in front of the cabinet
now, practically eye to eye with Jeff. He raised his hand, setting
it on the handle, and Jeff tensed, preparing himself to spring into
action. If he kicked the door open hard enough, maybe he could…

“No,” Mason said, stepping away. “Not the
whip.” Jeff let out a slow exhale, watching through the crack as
Mason moved to another cabinet, opening it and removing what some
sort of device with a long, black cord running from its back. As he
stepped out of the shadow and back into the light, Jeff could
finally see what it was: a dildo. But it wasn’t like any dildo that
Jeff had ever seen before, that was for sure.

“I think tonight calls for something more
invasive, something more… effective,” Mason said, a sinister smile
on his face. “You haven’t gotten hard for me in almost a month now,
but that won’t stop me from forcing you to cum.”

He waved the dildo slowly back in forth in
front of Danny’s face, dangling it from its cord like a hypnotist’s
pocketwatch. Danny barely paid attention to it. “This is a new toy,
X. Large enough to give you a good stretch, and when I press this
button…”

He demonstrated, pressing a yellow button on
a small remote at the end of the cord. Immediately, dozens of what
appeared to be tiny chrome pyramids rose out along the dildo’s
shaft through small, carefully concealed holes. And even across the
room, through the tiny crack in the cabinet doors, Jeff could see
and hear a few of them…
sparking

“Electro-studs,” Mason said proudly. “Gus’
idea. Pure voltage split through every little spike, shocking your
prostate from the inside out. It won’t rip you apart… but it’ll
come close. It’s excruciating – every slave we’ve tried it on thus
far has ended up crying – and cumming – uncontrollably. Don’t you
think that sounds nice?”

Danny still gave no answer, instead choosing
to stare blankly at the wall.

“Of course,” Mason said, the gleeful sadism
dropping from his face, “if you’d rather I simply fuck you myself
and spare you the electricity, I’d be happy to oblige.” He reached
in between Danny’s legs, caressing his cock. “All I want is to see
you fully erect, like a proper slave. Like before.”

It was no use. Danny seemed absolutely
determined to ignore each and every one of Mason’s whims. Each
second of erectionless silence that passed as Mason continued
fondling Danny’s cock felt like a challenge, a slap in his captor’s
face. Jeff couldn’t help but admire him.

Finally, Mason gave up, holding in a soft,
petty laugh. “Have it your way, X. I’ve broken you once, and I’ll
break you again, no matter how long it takes. Now, let’s get
started…”

As Mason began lubricating the dildo, Jeff
couldn’t help but stare at the long, slender curvature of the man’s
erect cock. The sight of it made him shudder – how could anyone
literally get hard off of torturing a helpless captive? Jeff
couldn’t let that happen, and could begin to feel every muscle in
his body tensing and tightening in anticipation as he prepared to
burst out of the cabinet, incapacitate Mason, and try and flee
somehow with Danny… He softly placed his fingertips on the inside
of the door, knowing that he couldn’t just stand by and watch Danny
get tortured. The time had come – he had just a few moments to make
his move…

“Mason – we need to talk.”

Jeff pulled his hand back, as if the cabinet
door had suddenly become red hot. He
knew
that voice…

He could only see Mason through the limited
line of sight offered by the crack in the door, and watched as he
turned from Danny, the dildo still in hand, and spoke to someone
who had appeared across the room.

“Yes, of course. Please, come in.”

Jeff felt light-headed, and suppressed the
urge to vomit. It took this new figure a good twenty seconds to
move into sight as he slowly paced around the far side of the room,
but Jeff didn’t need to see it. He knew.

It was Sheriff Fox.

“This shit can’t happen,” Fox said, his
voice calm and somber, yet somehow menacing. “I can control most of
my people, but not all of them. And folks are asking
questions.”

Jeff’s mouth went dry with dread. Sheriff
Fox was talking about
him
.

Mason nodded, not looking up from the dildo
as he continued slathering lube over it. “Today was unfortunate,
yes. But all we can do is move forward.”

“It’s not that simple,” Fox said,
exasperated. “Like I said, people are asking questions. My job is
to put those kinds of fires out, but I can’t do that without your
help.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

“That tranny of yours. People want to know
what she’s mixed up in. She needs to disappear.”

“You’re telling me I should have Trixie – my
niece – murdered?”

Mason’s indifferent tone carried the
faintest air of danger to it. Fox hesitated – clearly, he sat below
Mason on the totem pole, Jeff realized – but still, he didn’t back
down.

“We can make it look like the Mexicans got
her. That way, if anyone decides to look into her, they’ll be
looking in the wrong direction.”

Mason took a moment to dwell on Fox’s words,
like a chess player contemplating a move. “If I may… Who, exactly,
is asking questions?”

“So far, just the arresting officer.”

“Not one of yours?”

Fox shook his head as Jeff silently wondered
just how many of his friends in the department were implicated.
“No, he’s young. Too smart for his own good, too. Saw right through
the bullshit.”

Still contemplative, Mason seemingly ignored
this, returning his focus to Danny and bringing the tip of the
dildo against his asshole.

“I’m serious, Mason. That tranny is a loose
end that leads straight back here. She needs to be dealt with.”

Mason bit his lip, slowly and carefully
working the dildo inside of Danny. Inside the cabinet, Jeff
couldn’t help but cringe. This poor young man was being raped, but
with two men to account for, one of whom was packing heat, Jeff was
powerless to do anything about it. Attacking them now would be
suicide. All he could do was watch…

With the dildo finally secured up Danny’s
ass, Mason finally stopped what he was doing and looked back up at
Fox. “While I appreciate your thoroughness, making my niece…
disappear
is completely out of the question. But we can talk
about that later. Right now, I intend to put my slave through his
paces, so unless you plan on assisting me, I think you should wait
for me upstairs.”

A sickening grin formed across Sheriff Fox’s
face. “Thought you’d never offer…” he said, starting to unbuckle
his belt. “I always liked little X here, and after today, I’d say
I’ve earned it.”

“Hmm,” Mason muttered, his attention already
back to Danny, where he carefully worked the dildo out and back in,
leaning in close to admire the way the slave’s sphincter stretched
to accommodate it. If the sensation was painful, Danny wasn’t
showing it. His face retained that same dead stare, that same sense
of unaffected determinism.

“Open wide, boy,” Fox said, stepping in
front of Danny and grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head
up to face his exposed cock. Jeff could barely bring himself to
watch as Danny obediently opened his mouth, taking the Sheriff’s
cock in between his lips.
I work for this man
, Jeff thought
to himself, disgusted and infuriated. His anger only escalated as
Fox began humping away at Danny’s face, forcibly ramming his cock
down the slave’s throat again and again, Danny giving a garbled,
involuntary moan with each thrust as the oxygen was literally
plunged out of his airways.

“It’s about as much noise as I’ve been able
to get out of him,” Mason remarked, toying with the dildo’s remote.
“Hopefully, that’s about to change…” He gave a rueful glance up at
Sheriff Fox, who was growing increasingly animated with his
thrusts. “You’re going to want to take a break, Charles. Unless you
want X here to bite your dick off, that is.”

Fox snapped out of his rhythmic arousal like
a chastened child, pulling out and stepping back, deferring to the
true Alpha in the room. Mason smiled, tossing Fox a red ball gag,
which he quickly secured into Danny’s mouth. Mason held the remote
up for Fox to see, then casually pressed the yellow button in the
center.

The effect on Danny was immediate. All Jeff
could do was clamp a hand over his mouth to hold in a horrified
gasp.

Danny’s face twisted and reddened, and
within a few seconds, practically matched the shade of the ball in
his mouth. He let out a long, drawn out grunt of pain that seemed
to vibrate and buzz out of him, reverberating straight into Jeff’s
ears. It was a sound he knew he’d never be able to forget for as
long as he lived – the sound of someone being tortured right in
front of him.

“That’s real nice,” Fox said, slowly
stroking his stocky shaft and nodding in appreciation at the sight
before him. Jeff felt sickened – how many times had he talked to
this man, shaken hands with him? He began to dwell on each and
every moment the two of them had ever shared, furious he had never
suspected anything until tonight.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mason
hit the button again, stopping the electricity. Danny hung his head
low, breathing heavily, sweaty and weak from the exertion of
Mason’s torment.

SLAP!
Mason kneeled down behind
Danny, simultaneously slapping both of his ass cheeks and
inspecting the slave’s limp cock in his fingertips.

“Just a droplet of precum…” Mason muttered,
disappointed. “I think we can do better than that, can’t we X?”

“Here boy,” Fox grunted, “let me show
you…”

With those words, Fox yanked Danny’s hair
again, pulling his head upright again just in time to catch a
faceful of the man’s cum. The thick, milky semen spurted out into
Danny’s emotionless eyes, dripping down over his nose, his lips,
and the ball in his mouth. Fox finished by letting loose a thick
glob of spit directly into the young man’s face. Jeff silently
winced in shameful disgust as it dangled and dripped from the tip
of his nose.

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