Part Two:

The brisk night air made goose flesh of David's skin, as he stumbled up the front steps of his apartment building, his mouth locked over Adam's. His tongue delving into the other man's fevered wetness. Basking in the flavor of his saliva. Claiming it as his own. Their hands groping and exploring through far too many layers of clothing.

All the while, as they kissed, David reveled in his good fortune. He'd expected Adam to be a bit more hesitant. A bit more cunning. But as it turned out, the younger man was a whore, just like those before him. Eager for a quick lay. It'd taken little more than an hour's worth of conversation to lure Adam back to his home.

Tripping over the threshold into the dim foyer, they made their way up the steep stairway to David's second floor apartment, their tongues still wrestling for dominance. Adam's slight form pressed tighter against him, the hardness of his chest assailing David's, as he reached behind to fiddle with the locks on his apartment door. This proved to be no easy feat, since David had installed various locks and a sturdy dead bolt. The fumbling was worsened further by the fact that he could barely contain his excitement. All he could imagine, as the boy ground his stiff cock against his own with unabashed demand, was forcing Adam to submit. Completely. The boy was aggressive, insistent. But David promised himself, before the night was over, Adam would be like putty in his hands. No matter what it took to bring him whimpering to his knees. Deep down, Adam would be the same as the others. Tougher, possibly. More entertaining even. But he'd crumble. In the end, they always did.

Thinking this, David groaned against the younger man's pillow-like mouth, and slid his hand upward over Adam's chest, until it was stroking the boy's throat. His cock twinged at the feel of the tensing muscles beneath the warm tissue, the sharp yet fragile bones that would be all too easy to crush. David grasped Adam around the neck, his fingers digging into the tender white skin, as he drew back.

"I could squeeze the life out of you. Right here and now. Does that scare you, Adam?" his features distorting and eyes blank; David constricted his grip for emphasis.

"You won't," his emerald eyes wide, he held fast to David's. "Now why don't you open that door and take me inside, hmm?" Adam's arm shot out with lightning speed. He grabbed David firmly by the crotch, clenching his balls through the thin fabric of his black trousers.

Taken aback, David gasped, angry and confused by the small act of rebellion. He hadn't expected the smaller man to be quite so fearless. Loosening his clutch on the boy's throat, he laughed softly beneath his breath, "feisty little thing aren't you?"

Adam followed suit and relaxed his grip, "you wanna play? Stop fucking around and let's play, then." David released the boy, cautiously. Then turned to undo the remainder of the door locks, keeping a discerning eye on Adam, over his shoulder.

The stench in the second floor apartment was overbearing, sickeningly sweet like over-ripened fruit, intermingling with the biting scent of disinfectants. The aroma was so piercing it stung one's nostrils when inhaled. The old plaster coated walls were cracked, crumbling in places, yellowed with water stains in others. But the hardwood floors were immaculate, though the varnish had been worn from frequent scrubbings with industrial strength cleansers. The spacious living room was unfurnished, but for the long bench David had fashioned with restraints and the small metal cart beside it, cluttered with various contraptions; assorted sex toys, and devices he often used to heighten his guests' experiences.

David observed Adam, hoping to gauge the other's reaction, as he entered the room. Oddly, when the boy walked in, David found his demeanor unchanged. This troubled David. The quarters reeked of death, and he knew it. Most of his victims had sensed it, if not smelled it, the moment they'd crossed over the threshold. But not Adam. Either it didn't register with the boy, or it didn't intimidate him in the slightest, because he sauntered into the room as if he'd frequented the apartment many times before. Something was wrong. David could feel it. He hung back for a moment, apprehensive, still watching the other survey the room, and the equipment spread out on the cart.

Adam circled the bench, caressing the soft leather padding, fingering different devices atop the shiny metal cart. His hand rested on one of David's homemade contraptions, a cat o'nine tails he'd pieced together with thin lengths of chain, in lieu of the usual wispy leather strips. "Is this what you mean to use on me? These...toys?" Adam eyed the chains distastefully, his hand wandering to a thick black dildo. He picked up the rubber cock and tapped it against the palm of his hand, "hmm. This one isn't so bad, perhaps we could make use of it. Maybe." With a deep sigh, the boy let it slip from his hand and fall to the cart with a thud, looking up at David, "tell me something though, David? Have I given you any indication that I'm into receiving pain?"

"Well, you WERE at the club, looking to meet someone. You said so yourself. I assumed you liked rough trade. Have I assumed wrong?" David moved up alongside Adam, and smoothed his hands over the man's leather wrapped hips, feeling the sharp jutting of the bones beneath, as he stepped behind him and folded his arms around the boy's tiny waist.

"You did assume wrong. But for you, I'd be willing to make a�sort of�deal. If you indulge me, I'll indulge you," Adam slid his hands over the front of his own silken shirt, deft fingers working the buttons, tugging them open, one at a time.

"That does sound promising," David murmured, his lips pressing against Adam's ear as he spoke, his hands snaking around the collar of the boy's blouse. Easing it down off his bony shoulders, letting it spill to the floor in a satiny pile. Adam's skin was like alabaster velvet beneath his caressing palms, unblemished and tantalizing. Unable to resist the urge, David bent his head and kissed the curve of the other's shoulder, his tongue lashing out to taste Adam's soft flesh, his teeth grazing roughly, as he moved to nuzzle the crook of the boy's neck, inhaling the scent of stale cigarettes and the subtle traces of musky cologne that lingered. David's mind raced, torn between discomposure and lust. If Adam had been less alluring, he'd have ushered him out of the apartment without delay. The younger man's forwardness, his apparent confidence, was threatening. But... he WAS alluring. Far too desirable to dismiss, even though the situation had become somewhat ominous. And besides that, the boy felt incredible, resting against David's chest. His scant back, bare and feverish, warming David's own skin through the fabric of his shirt, as the rich, bitter bouquet wafting through the air conjured up only the fondest of memories for David, adding to his stimulation.

"I want to see your hair down. You wouldn't mind, would you?" His fingers snatched at the thick band that bound Adam's hair, before the other could answer and yanked it out ruggedly. Once the lengthy mane had been freed, David combed his fingers through, admiring the remarkable blue-black hue. The glossy texture, "mmm....beautiful...just beautiful." David muttered, more to himself than to Adam, as he twirled a long strand of hair around his finger, deciding it was time to show the boy just who was in charge here. Catching Adam while his defenses were still down, after having shared an almost tender moment together, David clutched a handful of the boy's raven tresses, and ripped his head back, "now, let's gather up a few of these...toys...you expressed such interest in, and take them into the bedroom. Shall we? Oops, wait. I forgot. You don't have a choice..."

"Son-of-a-bitch! Fuck you," undulating in David's clasp, Adam reached up and back, blindly swinging and clawing, until his black, lacquered nails made contact with David's face, drawing blood lines over his fair cheek.

"Ahh...you little BASTARD. God dammit," on impulse, David spun the other man around, still holding fast to his long hair, and he slammed a fist into Adam's face. If the boy hadn't been held firmly in place by David's unrelenting grip, he'd have reeled at the blow. As it was, Adam stumbled backward a few steps, his body slackening. A fine trickle of blood oozed from his puffy bottom lip, as Adam struggled to balance himself after the initial shock. But his eyes didn't seem to want to focus. Seizing the moment, David grabbed the handmade cat o'nine tails off the cart and dragged Adam's rag doll form down the hallway to the furthest bedroom.

The fatigued mattress, in the master bedroom, rested on a sturdy old cast iron frame. It'd been shoved flush against one wall, bare but for the plastic slipcover. Just out of the bed's reach, was a night stand, the drawers filled with small items, assorted odds and ends that David found useful. Heavy-duty handcuffs, nipple clamps, one half-empty bottle of Astroglide, and a cord of rope, just long enough to wrap around an adult male's neck.

Fingers still entwined in Adam's hair, David tossed the boy face down across the bed, the plastic sheet crinkling in strong protest, as the younger man's body slapped against the stiff material. Looming above Adam, well pleased with himself and the disheveled form beneath him, David watched the boy's shoulders heave. His sobs overtaking him, face shrouded by shadowy hair. At least, David had assumed the boy was crying. Until Adam peered back over one stripped shoulder, a Cheshire grin plastered across his face. The heaving of his shoulders not caused by his sobbing, but by his sardonic laughter. Laughter that grew more and more piercing, until it was almost an insane cackle. Then the boy spoke. One word, dripping of sarcasm, "owwww."

Overcome by rage, David swung the weapon in his hand, the fine chains clanging together as he took aim at Adam's back. It barely connected. Instead the metal links caught Adam in the side, as he attempted to roll out of its range. The boy cringed, but only slightly, then resumed his snickering, as he stared up at David, his green eyes wild with...lunacy? Frustrated, desperation breathing its foul scent down his neck, David pounced without taking pause to consider the proper course of action, his size and weight easily overpowering the other. David pinned the boy to the mattress, his hands snaking around Adam's frail neck, dark wrathful eyes burning fiercely into the other's.

At once, David felt the boy's sinewy legs wrap around his waist, the younger man's arms slipping behind his back. Fumbling. Tugging. Too engrossed in his own plight, David paid little heed to what the other was doing. Never expecting he would be so prepared. Never considering for a moment, that Adam might have an Exacto blade, tucked discreetly down into his clunky black boot. Not until he felt the cool, sharp edge hard-pressed against his own throat. Horrified and startled, David froze. His fingers wilted around Adam's throat, strength suddenly sucked dry. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Never. None had put up much of a fight, let alone threatened his life back. The whole ordeal had escalated beyond control and was beginning to take on nightmarish proportions.

"Now, David, while it's quite apparent what your major kink is, I haven't told you mine." The younger man wedged the blade harder against David's throat, calling forth dark beads of thick blood, "we did agree that we'd indulge one another, did we not?"

Mutely, David nodded, his heart beating a frantic cadence against his ribs. It occurred to him for the first time, that Adam might very well be as monstrous as he. And in some perverse manner, this both sickened him, and heightened his arousal. If only he could get a grip. Calm his frazzled nerves�settle the nausea that stewed and burned in the pit of his stomach. The one thing David could bear less than any other, was to be powerless. And it'd been made painfully clear to him, that he no longer held the reins. They'd been ripped from his hands. Now, they belonged to Adam. The thought humiliated and sickened him. David was repulsed by his own weakness, by the fact that he'd fallen prey to the other out of sheer carelessness, when he had vowed to himself long ago, that he would never be defenseless again. And David hadn't been, not in many years. Not since The Pig Man.

"Watch me," Adam whispered huskily, barely able to conceal the anticipation causing his rapid intakes of breath. He wriggled out from under David's wiry form, and reclined against the iron spindles of the headboard, bringing the razor-sharp blade against his own bare chest. Directly above one pale, pink nub, Adam sliced diagonally into his own flesh, freeing a thick crimson discharge. The blood wept from the elongated gash like tears, dark tracks staining his skin. "Come here...and drink. I want you to taste me, absorb my blood into your system, so we can be one." Much as he hated to admit it, the concept appealed to David. Sure. He'd tasted the blood of his victims. Many times, in fact. But the revered bodily fluid had never been offered to David outright, it was something he'd helped himself to in greedy rations.

As he inched his way nearer to Adam, David found himself increasingly frightened. He knew what a warped mind was capable of. Perhaps, Adam would plunge the blade into his throat, as he lapped at the boy's wound? But David had no choice but to obey. He was driven as much by his own craving, as he was by his dread of the razor. Tentatively, David crept closer until he was crouched over Adam's thighs, a sheepish expression on his face as he bowed his head and opened his mouth over the boy's incision. Stifling a guttural moan against Adam's skin, he tongued the bleeding slit, licking and exploring the cut tissue, the jelly-like fat and muscle beneath. Sticky, molten liquid flowed into David's mouth and throat, coating his taste buds with a sharp metallic flavor, as Adam's fingers sought and found his hair, and drew him closer, "that's it�ohhh�David�good�so good."

With every gulp of the syrupy liquid, David became more inebriated. His head began to spin and dip, until it was whirling chaotically out of control. The bed weaving beneath him, as his cock twitched against Adam's leg, David's hands smoothed over the boy's moist torso, smearing the excess blood over his chest. Tongue lapping downward, until it was suckling the blood covered nipple. Finally, woozy and almost incoherent, David drew back, his limbs numb. Immobile. He rested his cheek against Adam's sweaty, drenched chest, "w-what's�wrong with me? I don't feel good�my head feels hazy�I can hardly move."

"Shhh�it's all right, David," Adam offered him a fanatical grin, green eyes glowing as he proceeded to roll David off his chest, until the man rested flat on his back. Then, without a word, Adam stole away, ducking out of David's scope of vision. All fell silent.

His eyesight slightly blurred, David stared up at the revolving ceiling, waiting for Adam's next move. Confused, full of speculation. What had the other man done to him? What potent mixture had tinged Adam's blood and left him unaffected, while it rendered David motionless? Through his mental fog, David's eyes sought Adam, his heart pounding with alarm, though he remained stationary and unable to manifest his staggering dread. Abrupt, trilled laughter cut through the hushed room, like nails on a chalkboard. The sound of moaning and soft chuckling drifting upward to David's ears, from the very foot of the bed. Trill laughter that reminded David of a time, long ago and far away, when his mother had still been alive. With tremendous effort, David realized he could crane his neck, lift his head just enough to see along the bottom of the mattress. When David glimpsed the origin of the curious laughter, he wished that he hadn't.

There, in a heap of tangled arms and legs, were the three of them. David's mother was enclosed in Adam's embrace. Her face bloated grotesquely, tinted various shades of blue; neck decorated with a blackish purple collar of bruises; her dark brown eyes bulging from their sockets as she giggled and tossed her snarled tresses back, leaving her discolored throat open to receive the soft kisses Adam applied over her neck. Behind his mother, was another face familiar to David. It was the boy from the park, Jason. He could tell by the crop of auburn hair, and the abnormal manner in which the boy's head sat, tilting upon his broken neck.

Jason rested his cheek against David's mother's back, his arms encircling her tiny body, hands kneading her full breasts through the tattered maroon nightgown. Then, easing the thread-like strap down over David's mother's shoulder, Jason exposed one pasty white breast, his fingers tracing and pinching her stiffening nipple. While David watched, the boy cupped and lifted her breast, feeding it into Adam's open mouth. As Adam devoured her breast, his eyes rested with purpose on the other man, making David's stomach lurch and churn till he felt he might vomit. Releasing the woman's breast from his mouth, Adam taunted David. Flicking his tongue out over his mother's reddened, gleaming-wet nipple, as he spoke, "Davvvvid, I want you with me. With us� Your poor mother has been waiting for so long."

Sneering, Adam pushed the woman away and into the eager arms of the other cadaver, climbing over the bed with panther-like grace. Eyes wide with fright, David made an attempt to shake his head in objection, able to manage only a grimace, and a weak utterance, "no...please...no..." Adam paid little notice. Instead he proceeded in the other man's direction, until he was almost on top of him. Fingers working diligently to unclasp David's trousers. Peeling them down over his slender legs. A strangled cry rose from deep inside David's throat, as the boy caressed his naked thighs, "what's the matter, David? You don't want me anymore?" Adam feigned an injured look, pouting, sliding one nail-polished finger between David's legs to the partially exposed cleft in his ass. He shot a stern look in the direction of the two groping corpses, "help me!"

In an instant, they were at David's sides. His freakishly swollen, discolored mother at his left. Jason's deformed figure on his right. The putrid stink emanating from their decomposing bodies was almost intolerable, as each grasped hold of a leg and pinned it back, stretching David's thigh muscles so taut they ached. Opening him wide for Adam's appreciative eye, "mmm...very nice. So tell me, how does it feel...to be so impotent?" He chuckled at his own pun, inching his way between David's spread and raised legs, giving the other man's erection a playful squeeze.

"Urgh...please Adam. I didn't hurt you. I could have, but I didn't. Not really..." His voice came out a dry whisper, parched and grating.

The younger man licked at his lips and rolled his big green eyes, as if David were being a ridiculous bore, then let his gaze wander downward over David's body, till they rested on his prone ass, "shut the fuck up. You know you can't reason with me..."

In all his miserable life, David had never felt so vulnerable. Never felt such disgrace, not even when the The Pig Man had violated him. He'd survived that, scarred and bitter, but still he'd been able to drive his derangement into the deepest cavity of his soul, allowing it to surface only briefly, when he found fitting victims. And even though David laid there willing it flaccid, his dick was rock hard. Aching every bit as much as his sore, over extended legs. Try as he might, he couldn't prevent his body from responding to the other's callous touch. Hot tears stung his closed eyes. Yes, this was the most shame he'd ever experienced. THIS humiliation was insufferable. He couldn't help but wonder if his own victims had felt this way, before he'd sent them into oblivion. David clamped his eyes shut, willing himself a speedy death. He didn't want to live with this. Couldn't. David resolved that if Adam didn't kill him, he'd make an attempt to do the job himself, rather than live with this memory.

And what type of recollection would it be, if he did live? Would it be the remembrance of a dream? Surely, this couldn't be reality! Or could it be? David gulped in rotten air, his bottom lip trembling. His mother was dead, and had been for many years. Things like this just weren't allowed to happen. Not in real life. Only in nightmares and bad horror films. He told himself he must be hallucinating. Those couldn't truly be his mother's icy fingers, digging into his leg. It couldn't be her maniacal laugher, so close to his ear... But it was. All David would have to do was open his eyelids, and she'd be there, staring at him vacantly with those dark, swampy eyes.

"Come on, David," Adam's luxuriant mouth was brushing over David's inner thigh, making his paralyzed muscles twitch, "you're going to like this, just give in...give yourself up to ME."

Slick heat. A tongue. Adam's tongue. Gliding over his sensitive flesh, dipping between the cheeks of David's ass. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. Nothing at all. He could only accept it, and all the emotions it dredged to the surface...the sensations it sent coursing through his body.

The boy lapped hungrily at David's hole, slobbering spit over his clenched pucker, causing his cock to jerk involuntarily against his flat stomach. "Adam..." He rasped, daring to open his eyes and peer down at the other, "send her away...please...I can't stand the sight of her."

Only the crown of Adam's head was visible, bobbing between David's legs, as his slippery tongue slithered upward to lick David's cum-heavy sack, his mouth fondling his balls. Sucking them between his lips, first the left and then right, into the hot wetness of his mouth. All through this, Jason soothed rigid fingers through David's sweat-dampened hair and his mother whispered verse in a gritty, sandpaper voice, "hush little baby don't you cry, Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby...."

"PLEASE!"

Raising his head, Adam held David's beseeching gaze, reaching down to unfasten his own leather pants, "I'm gonna fuck you raw, David...and you're gonna love every minute of it." The boy climbed to his knees, smirking as he shoved his pants down around his narrow hips, his obscenely engorged cock springing free, jostling between his legs as he squirmed over the bed, closer to David.

Heart racing dangerously in his chest, David laid motionless, his own dick weeping strings of precum out onto his stomach, as the blunt head of Adam's cock nudged against his tightly clenched hole. Trying to prepare himself for the pain to come, David focused on the features of the younger man above him; concentrated on the sharp angles of Adam's face and the raptured expression he wore like a mask. And then it came...the burning agony of being stretched wide, as Adam's cock forced his muscles open...the biting pain in his gut, as the boy buried his dick far inside.

"Ohhh...fuck...stop it, you're HURTING me...fuck!" David sobbed, the tears he'd held back finally careening down over the sides of his face.

"Shut up...and take it. Come on. That's it. Ohyeah...feels good, doesn't it?" Adam gasped, rocking his hips slowly, the tip of his cock rubbing against David's prostate. What disgusted David most, was that it DID feel better with each thrust. No. Not just better. It felt fucking GOOD. The discomfort he was experiencing was nothing compared to the euphoria and the blinding shocks of pleasure. He loathed it, yet loved it. Couldn't stop moaning through his sobs. One thought, repeating in his mind like a mantra, "please god, let me die. If you're there, just let me die, please..."

Cold, wooden fingers coiled around David's shaft. His mother's fingers. The same she'd used so often to snub her cigarettes out on his skin. He shifted his gaze from Adam to his mother, wishing desperately that he still had the ability to cower from her touch. Or at least, he wished he could cover his ears and drown out her monotone serenade. She wouldn't stop. His mother continued on with her song, chanting the very same lyrics, over and over again, smiling vacantly, her teeth stained a darker yellow than David remembered. He sucked up a thick glob of saliva, and spat at her as best he could from such an inconvenient position. The wad slapped against her cheek, yet she didn't pause to acknowledge it. Instead, his mother tugged more rapidly on his straining dick, the rhythm of her pumping hand matching Adam's vigorous jabs, each more brutal than the last.

"Fuck you, you bitch! You're DEAD! You're supposed to be dead..."

"She IS dead, baby... But she came back just for you," Adam grunted, ramming his dick harder into David's sore, puffy hole, "mmmm....you recall how much she loved watching you get fucked, don't you?"

David spotted a glint of white-silver around Adam's neck and riveted his eyes on the small charm, following the gentle, back and forth sway of Adam's inverted cross, as it jarred with each of the other man's forceful lunges. Trying to allow the motion to lull his troubled mind into a stupor, as the tension in his body built, rippling its way to new heights of ecstasy. Trying to tune out his mother's singsong melody, and focus on the sound of Adam's ragged huffs of breath, the sound of his husky groaning.

Adam came first, his thick cock throbbing in the vice-like grip of David's maltreated ass, his hot seed bathing the other's delicate inner tissues, "ohyeah...oh...David...cum for me...do it...do it...now..."

Teetering on the brink of his own orgasm, the warm explosion in his gut drove David over the edge. He keened hoarsely, as his dick pulsed in the embrace of his mother's chilled hand, spurting heavy ropes of cum out over his stomach, "ahhhhhh....fuck...god...no..."

Raised up on his arms, his pale chest glistening, Adam struggled to catch his breath. Intense waves of pleasure, just beginning to subside. "Funny...I thought you didn't believe in God?" The boy cocked one brow, a slight grin playing at the corner of his lush mouth. He shifted his weight onto one arm, and lifted the other, swiping the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead.

Adam's eyes glittered eerily, as he glanced down at David's defiled abdomen, watching with interest as the man's mother dipped her bony finger into a pool of splattered cum and smudged it across his sensitive flesh. David just continued to lay there, blubbering uncontrollably, lost in his disgrace and sorrow. Locked in his own personal Hell.

"David...ohhh....David...it's okay. You're going to stay with me now. Always. You're mine. Alllll mine..." The younger man snickered, and lowered his head toward David's soiled belly, securing his eyes on the other's red-rimmed, muddy orbs. Such cruel green eyes Adam had. Cold and merciless. Almost inhuman.

In a flash, David saw Adam's tongue flick outward, far and swift, over his taut stomach. Lapping at the still-warm cum. Trailing his tongue over David's chest. Forked and black! His fucking tongue...was forked and black! David's horror-filled eyes bulged, as his mind tried to process what it was seeing. Taunting him, Adam wagged the slick, heinous tongue between his ample lips. It was him..Adam. And it had always been Adam, for as long as David could remember. Why hadn't he recognized him sooner?

The last coherent sound David was able to decipher was a low drawn-out hiss. And with that subtle noise, what little sanity David had retained slipped away. His mind snapping, sinking into an endless, tar-black abyss as he let out one last blood curdling scream....

FIN