Psycho Monster

"Do you know what it's like," Johann inhaled, and tried to keep his tears in check. "To have a monster inside you?"
Tetora narrowed his eyes, giving a flat look. His nostrils flared as he breathed, saliva dribbling from around the ball gag corked in his mouth. Something strange was happening. 'Good' Johann was speaking, but 'evil' Johann was moving the body.

"Of course you know." The blond haired, blue eyed young man purred. Tetora could feel the icy kiss of the gun's muzzle as Johann touched it to his temple, slowly dragging it down his cheek, then jaw, neck and lower still. Tetora was shirtless, his arms bound with silk ribbons to the headboard. "You're just as sick as I am. The difference is that I cannot control myself."

Tetora snorted, effectively mocking Johann's comment. They were both sick, both psychopaths, both lusting for fun and power and the ultimate something, which, if Tetora really thought about it, is probably what attracted him to Johann in the first place. That, and the colour of his eyes. They would look good with a barcode burned onto them.


But Tetora made one vital mistake...Anna. He killed Anna. Even though Anna was Johann's sister, she was the love of his life. She completed him in a way the monster nor Tetora never could. And so Tetora conducted a little experiment: How much of the monster would come out if Anna was gone?
Tetora was thrilled with the results! Never before had Johann been so aggressive, so violent, so dangerous. Tetora actually felt threatened, and it was quite the turn on.

His legs were sprawled out on the bed, with the blond kneeling between them. He wanted Johann to suck him, but it seemed his captor had other ideas as he drew the barrel of the gun down Tetora's stomach, pelvis, and then finally up the length of his cock. The Asian shivered and let his eyes roll back and close as the chill which should make him shrink was overwhelmed by the invigorating fact that a gun was touching his penis! Nothing had ever touched his penis before, Tetora simply did not have the time for it. And to let it be exposed and manipulated by this beautiful and fucked up young man was...

The gun slid under, the un-armed hammer plucking at the ridge under the head.

"Why, Tetora? Why Anna?"

*The same reason you're gun-fucking me, Johann,* Tetora thought with pleasure fingering his brains. *Because it's fun.*