Spider

"Okay, it's our moment now. I can't wait." Parkman made a gesture and two of his subordinates came quickly over to restrain Gavin's body. Obviously, even though he had his hands and feet tied, he was still not at ease; he had seen the ability of this former favorite. He sneered at him, his eyes overflowing with malicious excitement. "I'm aware things should be taken one step at a time, but sometimes I'm very impatient, especially when facing something I've longed for a long time." He rubbed his palm and his fingers trembled excitedly. "Where do we start, dear Gavin?"

Go fuck yourself, you piece of trash! Don't call him 'dear' in such a nauseating tone, I own that! Jason cursed in his heart angrily, calmly moving his feet a little to the corner of the wall: there was the pile of unloaded weapons, the Python revolver placed on the very edge.

Now that Parkman's attention was all on Gavin, he thought he might be able to successfully seize the gun and take control of the situation by holding the archcriminal hostage first.

Too bad the blond man forgot one thing — he was never in place to be ignored.

When he was only two or three meters from hope, the subordinate behind Parkman rushed over and called out, "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He captured his arms with swift and violent movements, ready to twist them behind his back in a way that disrupted his body structure so he couldn't struggle if he didn't want his shoulder joints to dislocate. It's a pity that he underestimated the opponent's ability to resist: the man was not as delicate and harmless as he appeared, he was simply like a wild, untamed spirited horse.

He conveniently spun around when his arm was tackled, kicking the attacker's tibia with a hard kick. The latter practically heard the crisp sound of bone fracture, followed by another heavy punch on his lower abdomen. In the moment his eyes darkened, Jason's right hand had already touched the gun handle.

The man let out a curse, threw an elbow on his spine, and then immediately slashed the outside of his palm under his right rib cage. Were it be a little stronger, the other's liver would probably be destroyed. He had received professional fighting training, and Jason was not his opponent at all in terms of skill. However, just because he underestimated the enemy and let him take the lead, now he will no longer have any pity that can't bear to take a heavy hand.

Jason was heavily thrown on the floor by him, hearing the rattle of his joints like a strike. His whole body hurt so to fall apart, and the solid metal pressed his wounds with a sharp, tearing pain. The other grabbed his hair and pulled him up, bounding him to a chair with ropes, panting and appearing very tired too.

Without warning, Parkman swung his fist at Gavin's face, which was beaten askew by his blow, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He roared in fury, "Where the fuck are you looking? I'm talking to you; you must look at me and answer my questions! Didn't I ever teach you that, you animal? Eyes only under my chin, no looking straight ahead, no dodging, no wandering from side to side!" A storm of punches and kicks accompanied by his snarl descended on Gavin's body, splashing blood. He beat him like a sandbag, venting his rage on a body that couldn't resist. He was even more annoyed at the sandbag's stubborn silence, though. "What do you think you are? An American citizen? Don't even dream about it! When I picked you in the Beast Camp, it was no different than picking a dog in a cage! You're precisely that kind of thing. You have no human rights, no dignity, no freedom, nothing that belongs to human beings; not even your life is yours! You're always used like a tool, called at will like a dog, and you actually dared to betray me! Do you know what's done to bad dogs that bite their owner's toes? They're skinned, boned, chopped into chucks, and served as broth for dinner — you've tasted that too, haven't you? Now it's your turn!"

He let out a few rough breaths, exhaustion quickly eroding his limbs from the exhaustive beating. However, the miserable appearance of the other's blood-soaked form and still cold, firm dark eyes — they were so black amid the red color that they were almost pretty, with a trembling flame-like shimmer — made once again a hot and excited sexual desire swirl up from his lower abdomen, occupying part of the space where the fury was vented. The two flames were inseparably glued to each other, making him feel his crotch swell like a hot iron rod, and he was thirsty to use his 'weapon' to tyrannize over and trample this haughty man. He wanted to see if he could still look at him with this kind of eyes when his body was twisted into a painful posture with his cock inserted in it!

Parkman let out a vague guttural sound that even resembled an obscene sneer, an impatient moan, or perhaps both. "Take off his clothes!" he shouted to the two men who were clamping him down.

The order was carried out swiftly and thoroughly, and Parkman scrutinized in fascination the bruised body before him, which stood upright in a dilapidated but tough way, conceited as a Caucasian prisoner, making him want to rip it apart in a hideous mess like a puppet all the more.

His hand gently stroked the wounds on the punished god's body, his breath trembling with uncontrollable excitement at the thought of the feast of blood and lust that was to follow. He moved closer to his face, so close that he could see his own image on the other man's irises, hoping to find hidden anger and fear in them, yet he was disappointed once again. He was convinced that no one could face this pride-crushing humiliation calmly, but this man was still fucking stinking, hard-faced and expressionless, and planned to stay that way until the end of time, without even disturbing the rhythm of his breathing!

He stretched his hand between his legs resentfully and pinched hard, hearing the gasp squeezed out from between the other man's teeth. He showed a look of satisfaction. "You have to figure out who you are, Gavin. You used to work yourself to the bone for me, and now I want you to spread your legs and let me fuck. You need to take the initiative to raise your ass up, you know? And if you can satisfy me in another way, maybe I'll consider bringing you back from the Beast Camp and you'll be spared execution," Parkman said, his fingers stirring wantonly between his warm, nice thighs. He easily found that little hole that lewdly put him hard and cruelly poked his finger in.

Gavin suddenly opened his mouth, these being the first words he had spoken since his violent beating, "You want to fuck a dog, boss?" he said coldly.

Parkman's finger stiffened inside him.

The blond man tied to the chair laughed sharply, as if he had seen something extremely funny; first a guttural sound or two that he tried hard to suppress, and then an undisguised, loud laughter. "Ohhh Gavin, what an extraordinary masterpiece you are!" He swayed to and fro in laughing, driving the legs of the chair to scrape against the wooden floor with an ear-piercing noise. "And so is your boss! I mean from two completely different aspects, of course. I was a tad worried 'bout you at first, but now I'm worried about him instead..."

He looked up, his icy green eyes staring mockingly at his attacker, and asked in sad deadpan, "Aren't you worried about fucking him impotent in this situation, Mr. Parkman? "

A huge bottle of wine flew over. Jason's head tilted, and the sound of exploding broken glass cut the air apart, making his ear drums sting. The red wine drenched his head and whole face. He watched the infuriated man exasperatedly trying to grab whatever was at hand again to smash over and could not help but deride in a smile. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the sweet-smelling liquid that flowed to his lips. "...1982 Lafite red wine, a bottle of more than a thousand dollars. Rich people sure are wasteful."

Parkman's angry trembling body strangely calmed down all of a sudden, the corners of his mouth twisted into the shape of a smile — the smile was so sinister that it was reminiscent of hell, though. He withdrew his hand, took two steps back and leaned against the corner of the table. His posture was actually quite graceful, as if he had found something to make him more excited and sexually aroused, and his voice was so gentle that it shivered.

"You're deliberately provoking me, doll. Oh, might as well let me guess what's going on in that pretty head of yours... You're trying to get my attention, but of course I'm not going to make a fool of myself by thinking you long to be fucked by me, so what's your goal... You don't want to see me fuck him?" He raised his chin towards the bruised trapper. "My sweet little hound, it seems you had the time to flirt with other men while you were on the run, is that what the Beast Camp taught you?" His smile widened some more. "I'm so curious as to what your relationship is, friends? Lovers? Of course, you won't be honest with me, but we can make a fun little game... Yes, very fun. What do they call that in the movies? Yes, 'humanity quiz' — would you like to test your score?"

He saw a look like wrath finally emerging in the cold, indifferent dark eyes of the man he wanted to strike, and a long-lost joy filled his whole body, almost making him float like hydrogen — no, it's still far from enough. I want to see more and deeper expressions from him! I want him to look at me with an angry, hateful, painful, humiliated expression, begging me to fuck him in the humblest of positions! Upon imagining such a scene, he could barely hold back from coming and cursed inwardly in frustration.

"Gary, you slut! Your eyes are about to burn through his crotch!" He turned to the subordinate who had Jason tied to the chair and scolded angrily, "You can fuck him now like you want to, and don't tell me you still need foreplay time!"

"As for you, fill out your name on the test paper, Gavin, and then read the questions carefully. You can call it quits at any time, but then you'll have to crawl over here like a slave and serve my guy well..." He looked at Gavin pointedly, his fingertips gently tracing the bulging desire in his crotch. "Him, or you. It's all up to you. I hope I don't have to wait too long. By the way, I'll remember to unhitch your jaw then." He shrugged. "You know, you're a hazard goods."

The distinct mood fluctuation in the opposite man's eyes made him even more excited, but he had to hold back a bit because there was an even more delicious banquet waiting in the back. Parkman licked his lips expectantly.

Gary couldn't wait to tug at the buttons on Jason's jeans, his eyes shining in stirring emotions. He didn't even have the patience to remove the other's clothes; he had restrained it long enough.

From the moment Jason entered the room, his eyes were glued to him as if he couldn't move a muscle. He watched his every move in infatuation, his small movements when he spoke, the curve of his mouth when he smiled, his breathtakingly handsome face, his slim limbs that issued allurement... And that messy and erotic blonde hair! He was simply the most extravagant work of art given to mankind by God! Of course, he never knew how to appreciate works of art, but he loved to bring them home from the museum when he was young, so he was wanted by the police and fled more times than he could even count. Later, he was very depressed and sad to find out that no matter how beautiful the statues were, they wouldn't become living creatures. What he needed was a living person with body temperature and life, who could give vent to his aroused desire.

Therefore, he began to take action on those teenagers full of vitality — he carefully selected them beautiful as oil paintings, he kidnapped them, praised them in the most tender and merry tone, and then had sex with them. But they always kept shrieking, crying, cursing, and even struggling, which didn't match the graceful and tranquil temperament of artworks! He was disappointed to find that he had been deceived! He had been deceived by these noisy and temperamental fakes that looked pretty but were actually just wearing beautiful skins! He felt matchlessly indignant and broken-hearted. They shouldn't be like this! So, he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and restore them to their original composed appearance, which was the most suitable for these beautiful organisms... But the police started to look for him again, this time on the charge of serial kidnapping, rape, and murder, and he reluctantly embarked on the road of escape yet again until he met Parkman. The latter was not really a very magnanimous boss, but he was powerful enough to protect him from being thrown into a gray, esthetic prison by the judiciary or sitting in an electric chair, so he had been following him. Now, he finally realized that it was really a very, very wise choice, otherwise how could he possess this perfect work of art of a man underneath him like this?

He couldn't resist kissing Jason's lips and said tenderly, "You're so beautiful, baby. I was a little rough on you earlier, but I couldn't help it, you're the one who got too excited... Now let's start over; you're not going to scream and make a fuss like they did, are you?" He tore at the other's jeans with a movement that was sharply the opposite of his tone, pulling them off to his knees and reaching down to take hold of his sock puppet and fondle it.

A moan spilled out of the depths of Parkman's throat. He looked across at the pitch-black eyes that were gradually ignited with wrath and murderous anger, the slowly clenching fists of the man he couldn't break no matter what, and the slight tremor of his body that couldn't be controlled... It felt like his own pleasure and the other's mental defenses were being violently washed away by the same sight. He couldn't help but rub his crotch with his hand, trying to ease the searing pain, waiting for the moment when the line of defense collapsed, and pleasure swept over everything like tidal water — a moment he was increasingly sure that would come soon.

"See that, Gavin? The lewd look on your lover's face," he said, adding fuel to the fire. "Oh, his waist's got a hell of a twist — have you ever had this kind of service? I'm sure you did; you guys were in the woods all night. Did you two make an oath of eternal love in a bullet-ridden, mortal juncture like in the movies? It's a pity that his ass proved to welcome all comers, and you'll soon see him there eagerly sucking on his dick without letting go and screaming just like a whore under a man's body..."

"Parkman!" the man across from him interrupted, his pupils seemingly concentrated with the sharpest murderous aura in the cosmos. The ferocious, bloodthirsty beast was frantically tearing at the last shackles of reason and was about to break out of its prison! Word by word, he clearly declared, "You'll die a very, very painful death!"

It was as if an icy sharp blade had slashed across his body: the flesh was cut open, blood spurted out, viscera and bones exposed in vitro. The feeling of terror, emptiness and liberation hit Parkman completely; he shook violently, looking down to see his hands full of white viscous semen. After chagrin and anger from the shock came back into his body, he pulled a napkin to wipe clean the liquid on his hands, gnashed his teeth and said, "You shouldn't make me cum now, Gavin! You're making me angry, and for that you're going to have to pay an even bigger price!"

"Budd!" he shouted furiously. "Go help that idiot Gary! He's dilly-dallying to even poke a hole! Tell him to make room for you!"

The man who was named grinned lecherously, let go of Gavin's arm and walked toward his comrade who was enjoying himself.

Gary was trying to loosen the ropes that bonded Jason, the position he was tied to the chair made it difficult for him to raise and separate his legs — he had tried to use brute force, but the doll under him showed a nearly-weeping expression of grievance. "This is really hurting my wrists, it's like they're being tore off. Can you loosen the ropes a bit? At least don't let me faint from the pain halfway through," he implored so softly that his voice made it impossible for Gary to harden his heart and refuse. He liked how he'd been serene and collected. Even a moment ago, he didn't struggle, and even his body responded honestly to the pleasure. He didn't want him to pass out while doing it. In fact, he didn't like profaning corpses as much as the police said he did.

He untied one of Jason's wrists so he wouldn't be tugged so hard by the rope, and then pulled his legs around his own waist. He eagerly touched the tight back hole, roughly forced in two fingers to expand a little, then skillfully grabbed up his lower back with one hand, holding the long thick dick against the hole and pushing it in with the other. The blood flowed down along the connecting spot. The moment he was squeezed and sucked by the warm inner walls, an incomparable wave of pleasure flooded him, and he shook his body violently, thrusting as he pleased, moaning in satisfaction unconsciously. This was undoubtedly the best thing he had ever done! The other man was so beautiful, so obedient, the most perfect work of art...

He heard a voice whispering in his ear, "What's your name?"

"Gary Garcia... Want a number?" He smiled in a daze, the pleasure and thrill going straight to his head, preventing him from pondering deeply.

"No," the voice said gently. "I just thought that when I went to church to repent, I could ask the priest to pray for you in passing."

Gary stopped swaying in amazement, as there was some kind of odd feeling in his abdomen, like the iciness of swallowing an icicle into his stomach. He looked down and saw a silver gray handle abruptly pierced into his abdomen, and the red marks on the wrist holding the handle were very much familiar. The moment the jet-black blade was pulled out, the geometric tip of it with a formidable breakthrough force brought out a gush of blood, splashing the body in scarlet. The long-belated, severe pain finally lacerated his nerves, and he let out a shrill screech.

In that instant, he suddenly remembered those young boys and girls he had kidnapped, their screams were also so shrill and ear-piercing, brimming with agony and despair.

"It's... really that noisy..." he muttered and toppled over on the knife-wielder.

The murderer muttered in his ear, "If this sort of thing happens in that world too, remember not to throw your opponent next to a pile of weapons."

But he could no longer hear.

The sudden outburst of screams from his comrade startled Budd, who was stepping close to him, and sneered. "That bastard, screaming like that after only a few thrusts! Is it really that good?"

Then he saw the slumped stiff back, the blood pouring down in torrents like an unscrewed faucet, instantly painting a large area of the floor red.

"Gary!" he shouted in horror.

As if it were a signal to move, Gavin sprang into action. You can't imagine how short the time it takes for a trapper to go from standing still like a rock to set forth like a cheetah, even if he was injured.

He slammed his shoulder fierily into the right rear of the one suppressing him, knocking him unsteadily to the ground. Before he could stand, a frigid drowning force locked him firmly around the throat. Gavin overlapped his legs, and the iron chain between his fetters strangled him tightly like a solid python, leaving no room for breathing. When his eyes were black and his chest was in severe pain, a force of gravity hit his skull hard — Gavin had kicked him on the side of the head, and he heard a very crisp click and simultaneously realized that it was the final sound of a cervical vertebra snapping and life departing.

The instant Budd drew his gun, Jason cut the rope on his other wrist, and he rolled out of the chair, the rattle of the bullets hitting its back rumbling in his ears.