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Slave Screams	By : stevenghost Category: Casts RPF > Queer as Folk (2000) > Queer as Folk (2000) Views: 2148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Slave Screams
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The day Gale came to work with bruises and gashes all over his body is the day I knew something was going to change in our relationship. I had felt a tightening in my groin, which wasn’t that unusual when I looked at Gale, but this was different. It wasn’t him that I was turned on by. It was the black and blue marks. When I saw the angry looking gashes on his back and legs, I wanted to lick droplets of blood off of his body.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to abuse someone and really mean it. This revelation was both stimulating and terrifying all at once.

When I was a teenager I had gone with a friend to what we thought was a plain old regular gay dance club. I hadn’t wanted to go but he insisted that I experience the gay culture at its best. When we arrived the bouncer gave us a weird look (we had assumed it was because our fake ID’s claimed that we were 25) but let us go through anyway. We walked in, ready to dance the night away and hopefully get hit on by some hot guys. What we saw when we turned the corner though wasn’t at all what we had prepared for. Men stood around, all in leather and most carrying whips of some sort. There were men in chains, in swings, on leashes. They cried out in pain whenever someone inflicted a torture on them and then cried out in pleasure as they got fucked by their attacker.

Needless to say we ran out of the club and onto the street, the bouncer laughing at us as he continued running away from the hell that we had just seen. We both agreed that it was crazy, wanting to be abused like that. But what I didn’t tell my friend, or anyone for that matter, was that I was turned on. I had watched a kid who looked to be about my age moan when he felt a whip burn his skin. And I knew then that I wanted to hold the whip, to make someone cross the line between pleasure and pain. I knew then that violence and sex should go together. I never acted on it for fear that I could never turn back. But not anymore. Now was my time.

I begun to plan slowly. Every once in a while when he would come in with a fresh bruise or mark I would question him. I didn’t appear over eager or out of line because the make up crew would huff around and ask the same questions that I did.

“Looking a little sore there Gale. What happened?” I’d ask the questions innocently enough, cupping my hands around my erection or hiding behind a shelf or some random object.

His answers would vary but the most typical responses were “Had an accident”, “None of your damn business”, or my personal favorite “Had a rough night”. He would growl out that answer in a low, sultry voice as if he knew what the response did to me. His eyes would flash and then I would excuse myself to the bathroom so I could jerk off. It became so frequent a habit that I began hiding a bottle of lotion behind the toilet. I would imagine Gale roped to the bed with a ball gag around his mouth, writhing under my tongue. I’m surprised no one ever investigated the groans and muffled yells that came from the bathroom.

Whenever Simon came to visit, which was far too frequent for me due to his assignments, he’d comment on my behavior change, personality wise and sexually.

“Randy, you’re becoming so violent. Has someone done something to make you mad baby?” He’d follow his questions up with a brief hand brush through my hair.

I’d have to grit my teeth and count to ten before I responded. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to call me baby? I don’t fucking wear a diaper do I?” Apparently, neither of those methods were very effective on my anger.

Simon was far too easy to dominate though. He’d lower his head and apologize profusely, advising me not to get even more upset. There was no argument, no passion or fire.

I would imagine Gale screaming at me, lashing out at me, bruising my body. And then I would have to take Simon to bed and fucks his brains out. But it was never enough for me. Nothing ever was.

The rest of the cast and crew began to notice the change in my personality as well. Whenever they would question me, I would chalk it up to being annoyed by the fans who couldn’t tell my real self from the character I portrayed on television. Most of them fell for it hook, line and sinker. Gale was a little wary of my answer though and took to watching me from under his eyelashes and whenever he thought I wasn’t looking.

Little did he know, I was always looking at him. I began taking long walks through the city, following his daily routine. I’d follow him to the grocery store, the bank, the gas station. Everywhere except the place I wanted to follow him to, which was the place where he was getting those bruises. I watched his apartment building; I was fortunate enough that his living room window faced the street. I could sip my coffee and smoke a cigarette while watching his silhouette through the curtain. Sometimes I would even watch Kim’s.

As the weeks went on I began having violent dreams. I would wake up in a cold sweat with come all over my sheets and stomach. Images of my hands choking someone would flash through my mind and to my horror (and excitement) I would get hard again and have to drag out the old porn tapes that I kept hidden in my closet from when I was in my early 20’s.

I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to wait.

My chance finally arrived when Gale casually informed me that Kim would be spending the rest of filming in New York and would I like to have dinner sometime. I knew for a fact that Simon didn’t have any out of country stories coming up so nothing was standing in the way of my saying “Yes”. I gave Gale a date and time to be at my apartment and promised him a great evening. He smiled and walked away not suspecting anything. After all, what’s a little dinner between co-workers and friends?

I went to the bondage shop that afternoon and purchased a ball gag and a nice set of handcuffs. I proceeded this trip with a stop at the local hardware store for some ¼” twisted nylon rope. Rumor had it nylon was the most comfortable rope out there for thin people.

I wasn’t planning on denying my very special guest a home cooked meal so the day of the engagement I picked up a pork roast, collard greens, potatoes, and fried calamari. It didn’t go well good with pork roast but it was one of my favorites. Home cooked wasn’t exactly the term I should have used when talking about dinner either.

I set up all of my supplies in the bedroom. Of course they were hidden from view. As I said before I didn’t want to appear too obvious. The rope was shoved under the mattress, ready for the moment when I would put Gale into a crotchrope. I had practiced diligently with the shape and knots in the two days leading up to my very special dinner. The handcuffs were already attached to my headboard but were hidden by my propped up pillows and the ball gag was in my dresser drawer.

Everything was perfect. All I had to do was make sure Gale drank the wine with the sleeping pills in it. I didn’t want any protests tonight; I had waited too long for something to go wrong.

About a half-hour before he was scheduled to arrive, I began reheating the calamari in a pan full of hot oil. The pork roast was in the oven and the collard greens and potatoes were in a bowl waiting to be served.

I had heard the door open and had smiled wickedly to myself. I looked perfect in black skin tight leather pants which accentuated my ass perfectly and a long sleeved black silk shirt. Nothing I would wear normally but tonight I was willing to make an exception. I wanted to look dangerous.

“Hey Gale, I’m in the kitchen. Make yourself at home. Do you want a glass of wine?” I stirred the calamari around a little and waited for an answer but none came. “Gale?” Still no response.

I had shut off the stove so the calamari wouldn’t burn and walked into the hallway. “Gale where are you?” I looked into the bathroom but there was nothing there but a damp towel and my dirty underwear. I made a mental note to pick those up before Gale used the restroom.

“Where the fuck are you Gale?”

I had peered into the living room but still couldn’t find him. I didn’t know where he could be. “Aren’t we a little old for hide and…” My sentence was muffled when a cloth was clamped over my mouth and nose. I could smell chloroform on the cloth and my eyes widened in panic. I struggled to get my head free but whoever was holding me had a tight grip on my body.

I felt myself getting dizzy under the chemical soaked cloth and tried hard not to close my eyes. My attacker spun me around then and I peered into the fire filled hazel eyes that were so familiar to me. Then I passed out.

When I came to, I didn’t know where I was or how long I’d been out. I realized I wasn’t in my apartment but that didn’t help me at all. The room was blurry and although I could make out shapes I couldn’t quite get my eyes to focus. My head was throbbing painfully from the chloroform. I went to rub my temples but that’s when I realized I could barely move any part of my body.

Feeling the panic rise up in me again I forced myself to stay still until my eyes completely readjusted to everything. Then I glanced up and realized I was chained to ceiling hooks. I wriggled my wrists and moved the chains a little but I knew there was no way I was getting out. At least not yet.

I glanced around the room and then it hit me. I was in Gale’s apartment. There it was plain as day. His couch, his pictures, his television. I realized then that what I was chained to was actually where his potted plant usually was hanging.

Fuck. This isn’t what I had in mind at all. I was more than a little irritated. I decide to call out to him and get the confrontation over with. “Gale! GALE!” I screamed, jiggling the chains so they rattle.

He came around the corner and my breath gets caught in my throat. He’s completely covered in head to skin tight black PVC. I can see every curve, every bulge of his body. He’s carrying a bottle of lotion and a roll of silver duct tape in one hand and a leather whip in the other. I met his eyes defiantly, more than a little scared of what he’s going to do to me. And to my dismay, I’m more than a little turned on by the thought of it. But I had to stay in control, or at least try.

“Ah, you’re finally awake. I was wondering when you’d be coming around.” He set down the whip, lotion and tape on the couch and walked towards me. He walked in a way that I had never seen him walk before. He seemed so sure of himself as if he knew I found him irresistible. His hips almost sashayed back and forth as he came closer and closer to me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Gale? Fucking kidnapping me from my apartment, using chemicals to knock me out and then chaining me up in your living room? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Gale smirked at me, his eyes flashing the way they had right before I passed out. “It’s no worse than what you had planned to do to me though is it Randy?”

This startled me a little but I tried to keep my face blank. “What are you talking about?”

“I knew all about your little scheme to drug me and then tie me to your bed. I’ve known for awhile now. But then I realized I wasn’t going to let you have me that easily. So I came up with a little plan of my own, which is why I invited you to have dinner with me sometime. Make sense?” He smiled at me as if he was the most brilliant person in the world.

I scowled at him. “No not really. If you knew what I was planning on doing all along why didn’t you just stop me?”

“Because that would have ruined all the fun. Don’t you see Randy? I want you as bad as you want me. But I’m not going to let you dominate me. At least not that easily. Not by having you involuntarily drug me.” Gale ran his hand over my shirt and then down by my thighs. I tried hard not to let his touch effect me. I stared at him defiantly again but then whispered in my ear, “I love a man who puts up a fight.”

He grabbed ahold of my shirt and pulled me towards him. He stared at me for a moment and then kissed me hard. I heard a tearing sound and realized that Gale was ripping off my silk shirt and running his hands up and down my sides. I decided to try and throw him off from his game. So I bit down on his lip. Hard.

Gale cried out in pain and jerked his head back. Blood trickled from his mangled lip and he spit some of it out of his mouth onto the very white carpet. I expected him to lash out at me a little and then let me go, realizing this was all a big mistake; on both our parts. But to my surprise, he grinned at me. His lip was still bleeding freely and his teeth were a little red but he was happy.

My illusion was shattered when I realized this. I didn’t have any control over the situation; I never had any control over it in fact. Gale had been pulling me along the entire time. I was vulnerable in a way that I never had been before. And I was scared. But what else could I do about it except let him overpower me?

Still grinning, he walked over to the bottle of lotion and poured a generous amount into his hands. Rubbing them together (was he warming it for me?) Gale began strutting towards me again. Blood was dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. He looked excited and dangerous, almost like a cannibal. He looked like he wanted to devour me.

“I think I want to play a little game with you Randy. Would you like that?” I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of answering so I just stared at him. His eyes flashed a little again. “I said, would you like that? Answer me when I talk to you god damn it!” Then he slapped me hard across the face, leaving a burning handprint and a glob of lotion on my cheek.

I lowered my head in defeat and nodded. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you?” He growled beautifully.

“I said, yes, I would like that.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. From now on, you call me Master, got it? Slave?” And I knew then that it was just the beginning.

Gale stared at me for a minute before making any sort of motion. “You really are beautiful do you know that Randy?” I don’t know if I’m supposed to answer so I just watch him. “It’s not the typical beauty that you see everywhere either. It’s a special kind.” He started rubbing the lotion on my chest then. I took a sharp breath because despite the rubbing, it was still cold.

My “Master” was concentrating hard on the task at hand. He wasn’t rubbing in any of the slightly sticky substance but just applying it generously to my chest, back, arms and neck. My curiosity was piqued now.

“What are you planning on doing…Master?” I asked him, my voice a little hesitant and shaky.

Still concentrating he mumbled under his breath. “Only I ask questions Slave. Understand?”

“Yes Master.” God damn him.

Having finished lubing my upper half up Gale retreated to the couch and picked up the silver duct tape. It dawned on me then just what he was planning on doing.

I shook my head violently in protest and jiggled my chains. “No Gale! You can’t fucking do that!” Gale (my attacker as I was beginning to think of him) still walked deliberately towards me. I kicked my feet off the ground and tried hard to strike him with my heavy boots. “Fucking stop Gale! You win okay? You fucking win! Let’s just be over with it okay?”

The dark haired devil that had once been my friend and obsession shook his head at me and ripped off a large strip of the silver tape. “We’ll never be over with Randy. Never.” And that’s when he pulled out a wad of cloth from his pocket, shoved it in my mouth, and covered it with tape.

There was no more protesting, no more smart-ass remarks, nothing more that I could say to maybe end it. Even though I had known I wasn’t going to get out of this situation the realization that I couldn’t even talk was like a punch in the gut.

Gale began the fast but efficient job of taping my upper half with tape. It felt like I was being trapped in a tight cocoon. My arms were still chained towards the ceiling but he was even wrapping those up.

“You look even better when you’re wrapped Slave.” Standing back to admire his work, Gale nodded smugly, probably at the miserable look I was casting his way, and then picked up with whip. It was an actual horsewhip designed to provide more pain than pleasure. It wasn’t at all like the floggers I had seen at the bondage store. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you Randy. A lot of fun.” He walked behind me, groping at my ass and whispered in my ear, “Now you don’t even have to abuse Simon anymore.” My eyes widened. How the fuck did he know about that?

I didn’t have time to linger on that thought though because I could feel Gale’s hand creeping around to the front of my leather pants, rubbing briskly against my cock. My head involuntarily rolled back on my shoulders and he laughed. “Don’t worry slave, you’ll get your release soon enough.”

And then his hand was gone and my pants were down around my ankles. Gale caressed my ass carefully, as if it were made of porcelain. His hand was warm and smooth, just like what I thought it would feel like in my tamer dreams. I wanted to feel it on my cock. I pushed back into his touch and he murmured, “Beautiful.”

Then I felt the stinging. The blows came fast and hard, as if Gale was putting all of his anger and frustration into whipping me. I cried out but of course the gag muffled it. I tried to pull myself away from the flying leather strap but it was useless.

The whips were not aimed at any particular part of my body. Most of them hit my ass, which was burning by this point, but some of them were falling low to my thighs. Tears were streaming down my cheeks but I didn’t try to stop them. I didn’t want to stop them.

I heard Gale’s labored breathing and hoped that he was getting tired. I didn’t know how much more I could take. We didn’t even have a safeword, not that it would have done me any good in my current situation. The blows became erratic and less frequent when I finally noticed the grunting sound. I turned my head the best I could with my arms chained up and duct tape on them and saw Gale jerking off. Only his zipper was undone, his penis shoved roughly through the opening. His head was tilted down and his legs were shaking a little. His arm was whipping at me blindly.

He must have felt me staring at him in awe because his head jerked up slightly. Gale groaned loudly then and threw the whip to the ground. Moving in closer to me, his motions became faster and more needy. Putting his hand on my shoulder to steady himself, Gale bit the back of my neck, twitched three times, and then came all over the back of my ass and legs. The hot fluid stung the back of my legs and I shut my eyes, trying to will the pain away.

Gale sank to his knees, his head resting against my red, swollen ass. His breathing was heavy and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. Right when I was beginning to wonder if he was all right, he spoke to me. “You did an excellent job Slave. I’ve never seen anyone stay so calm.” If what I had done was calm I’d hate to see someone that had an even lower tolerance of pain than I do.

“I think you deserve a reward Slave. For standing there, looking so pretty in your chains and tape. What do you think?” I didn’t want to venture a guess at what the reward was. “Then again…I don’t think you’ve been very cooperative tonight do you?” Gale’s eyes shined as he stepped in front of me, lifting my head with his hands. I shook my head no. His hair fell in front of his eyes but he made no move to brush it away. He stared directly into my eyes and gave me a soft smile. “I think I’m going to let you down Slave. And then you’re going to suck my cock. But if you try to run…” Gale let the sentence go unfinished as he removed a large kitchen knife from his back pocket and showed it to me. I could feel bile rise up in my throat as I stared at the sharp blade.

“I just had it sharpened this afternoon. I imagine it cuts smoothly. Should we try it out?” I shook my head vehemently but Gale pressed the blade into my chest a little anyway, right where my heart is. It stung, worse the whippings or the sore tingling sensation that was in my arms. A few droplets of blood trickled down my chest and I watched in both fascination and horror as Gale licked them away.

“Be good Slave,” he cautioned me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Or you’ll be skewered.”

Producing a key from his pocket Gale unlocked first one wrist and then the other. My arms sagged heavily, my shoulders throbbing in pain from being chained up for so long. I tried to stretch them out but Gale shoved me on my knees before I had a chance. His dick had gotten hard again, probably from the knife and the blood. The thick, hard member was right in front of my face, telling me to open my mouth and pleasure it. But what could I do with a gag on?

Gale, realizing that he had yet to remove that piece of bondage from me, ripped the tape off quickly and I spit the gag out of my mouth. It was so dry. I felt like I had been walking through a desert for days at a time. I tried to swallow but before I had a chance Gale grabbed ahold of my head and was shoving his cock into my mouth. There was no finesse, no gentleness. It was pure, animalistic need that was driving him now.

He fucked my mouth hard, not giving me a chance to use any of the skills I had picked up over the years. I felt like a blow up doll. I could taste pre-come at the back of my throat as I struggled not to gag. The only thing that was holding me up was Gale’s hands in my hair. My arms had gone completely numb and it hurt to lean back on my thighs because of the gashes.

I was beginning to think that the experience would never be over when Gale threw me to the ground on my stomach. I was about to give some sort of protest or question his motives when I felt a tongue probing at my entry. It was a sudden move and my muscles involuntarily clenched. Gale pulled my cheeks open wide and thrust his tongue into my ass. I moaned loudly and felt my cock harden immediately. After all the pain and torture we were finally getting to the pleasure.

“Do you like that Slave?”

I could barely speak I was so overwhelmed. “Ye….Yes Master!”

Gale didn’t respond, he just shoved his tongue back into my ass. His movements were so powerful we began sliding across the carpeted floor. My cock rubbed against the white fabric, the sensation burning me. Without realizing what I was doing, I began scratching at the carpet and ripping some of the fibers out. Whether it was from pain or pleasure, I didn’t really know. Maybe it was both. Gale grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. I could feel the throbbing in my shoulders return but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted to be fucked.

“Gale, Master, fuck me!”

His tongue was replaced by dry fingers. I cringed at the sensation but it still felt so good. “What do you say Slave?”

“Please! Oh god please fuck me!” I was wanton now and didn’t care. I didn’t care that I wasn’t in power or that I was the submissive one. I only cared about Gale getting his dick into my ass and fucking me hard, without giving me any shit.

I heard the tearing of foil and thanked god for small favors. I didn’t expect him to use any lube or to be gentle when entering so I braced myself for the worst, which is exactly what I got.

My legs were shoved into a kneeling position but I couldn’t prop myself up on all fours because Gale still had ahold of my arms. I doubt I would have been able to hold myself up anyway. My breath was knocked out of me by the sheer force of his entry. My muscles tightened and protested against the sudden intrusion but either Gale couldn’t feel it or he just didn’t give a shit.

Both of us were practically screaming. I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t come running to see what the commotion was about. My cock was begging to be touched but I couldn’t reach it and Gale wasn’t about to provide me with any sort of release.

Suddenly, he began speaking to me in broken sentences. “Do you know…how I got…all those fucking bruises…Randy?” I shook my head no and moaned loudly when his dick hit my prostate. “I gave them….to myself. I beat myself….senseless with…whips and…chains and I…pinched and squeezed and punched…myself until I looked…the way I did.”

I wanted to ask him why he would want to do something like that but I was too focused on getting off. “Gale…please…” I moaned pathetically. I didn’t need to specify what I wanted.

Gale came when he heard my voice. I’m sure it was from the vulnerability that he heard in it, combined with looking at my taped upper body and my extremely bruised and beaten lower half. He jerked a few times and then brought his hand around to my front. He tugged on my cock a few times and then I shot all over the white carpet, letting out the loudest groan that I have ever heard. At least my come wouldn’t stain anything.

We collapsed in a pile, trying desperately to catch our breaths. Gale finally released my arms and I stretched them out in front of me. He ran a large hand through my sweaty hair and down my back, feeling the smoothness of the tape.

I felt awkward, lying there next to the man who had chained me up and whipped me, among other things. We had crossed a line in our friendship that I wasn’t sure we would ever be able to fix. I looked at him over my shoulder and saw him eyeing my ass and legs. He looked almost shocked.

“I’m sorry about the whip. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you.”

I couldn’t tell him that it was okay because it wasn’t, not really. So I settled for saying, “I understand.” Which I absolutely did, surprisingly.

He nodded a little and then zipped up his pants. “Can you sit up?” I nodded and did so. He proceeded to take off the tape, one long strip at a time. I could feel some of my skin peel off with it, the lotion long ago drying. I flinched a little but tried not to show too much emotion on my face. He worked in silence, not looking at my face, only concentrating on the silver tape. When he was finished he left the room and I stared after him, wondering if he was planning on coming back.

I stood up slowly and pulled my pants back up. I wobbled a little bit and wish I had something besides leather to wear home. Gale appeared in the doorway and tossed me a t-shirt. “You can wear that home. Are you going to be okay to call a cab?” I nodded at him. “Okay then. I’ll see you on the set Monday morning?” I nod again and then head for the door.

When I turned around he is walking back to his room, a slight hunch in his shoulders, his head lowered. I smiled a little at his retreating form a little and then walk my swollen, bruised, and reddened body down the hall to the elevator where I stare blankly off into space. Then I began to cry.
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