scars

I whirled Otis around slamming his weakened body into the shower wall. In the time it took him to realize that he was in for it I was fingering his tight hole. I drug Otis out of the shower and slammed him face down on the countertop. It was then that I caught something in the mirror. He was smiling. “You fucker, you set me up! You wanted me to do this to you!” I had been had. I slapped his ass hard. “Didn’t you?” He stayed submissive, not responding to anything. I grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Answer me!!” I slapped his ass hard again. His whole body was tense.

“Yeah.” He answered, lowering his head.

“Let me show your ass what it feels like to be loved by me!” I spanked him hard, red welts rising up on his alabaster skin. “You wanna play hard to get? I’ll show you somethin’ hard!” I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back for emphasis. Otis cried out. I began to reach around his waist when I noticed that he was rock hard. “So you like it rough?” I knocked Otis to the ground. It only enraged me when I noticed that he was smiling as he tried to feebly get away. I grabbed him and slammed him down against the ground hard. “You belong to me, you got that?!” I snarled at him, he submissively turned his head.

“R.J., what in hell are you doin’ in there?” God damn it, Mama. That woman had impeccable timing.

Otis tried to start writhing his way away from me. “Jus’ dealin’ with some anger issues.” I grabbed Otis by the throat and pinned him. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg.

“Well I was thinking about cleaning the house today.” Otis grinned, knowing that he would be able to get away if Mama stayed home. To hell with that. Not one more day of fighting this cock-teasing albino. “But I think we’re gonna go into town.” Otis’s smile faded into dread.

I looked down upon him with great glee. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Mama.” He knew he was in for it.

He began to say something but I squeezed his throat until he couldn’t speak. “You two have a good time now, ya hear?”

“Oh believe me, Mama, we will.” I glared at Otis. He looked at me knowing that he was fucked. I waited until Baby and Mama were outside and the car began to pull away. “Now it’s your turn.” I grabbed Otis and shoved him towards the door. “Go to your room.” He stumbled and part of me felt guilty. I knew that he was still weak. Otis scrambled up the stairs, all the while keeping a close watch on me. I followed him closely, hazing him into rushing. Otis stepped into his room and made for the bed. “Stop!” I commanded him. He froze and sheepishly looked at me from under his long hair. “Close your eyes.” He paused for a moment, looking at me as if I had three heads before he cautiously closed his eyes. I waited for a moment to make sure he was going to keep them shut and then preceded to his bed. I took his knife from his pillow and stashed it in his nightstand. I moved it silently so he would have no idea where it was. “Open your eyes and get on the bed.” Otis crawled backwards and settled on the bed. I grabbed a pair of manacles that he usually reserved for his favored victims. “Chain yourself to the bed.” Otis hesitated for a moment until I began to move towards him. I really needed something to teach this boy a lesson. I remembered that Mama usually kept a riding crop in her room. I ensured that Otis was chained up and that the keys were away from him. I left quickly to go into her room and found the device quickly. It smelled of sweat and leather, a combination that I found to be quite arousing. I returned to the room and took in the sight of Otis. He was lying there prone, his eyes cautiously scanning me. I began to advance on him when I realized his legs were not restrained. I knew that he could deliver one hell of a solid kick when he needed to. I began to scan his room and the answer to my dilemma came to me in a coil of rope that I found thrown in a corner. I tied his legs apart, securing each one to a corner of his bed. Once I was pleased with my work, I let the game begin. “Okay we’re going to play a game. I’m going to ask you a question. If you answer it correctly you won’t be punished. If you lie to me…” I brought the crop across his chest hard. “You will live to regret it, got me?” He nodded quickly and swallowed hard. This would be a lot of fun. I seated myself on his stomach, checking to make sure that I was not endangering any of his injuries. “First question, why did you not kill me when you had the chance?”

Otis scanned the room nervously. I brought his attention back to me with a sharp tap of the crop on the side of his face. “Cause I care about you, I guess.”

“You guess?” God damn this was turning me on. I could feel my cock swelling up like it never has before.

“I do care about you; I jus’ have trouble sayin’ it sometimes.” Despite how ghastly he looked he was beautiful. If he had not been thrown around so much in his life, I wonder how beautiful he would have been. I gently stroked the side of his face. I did love him. I guess it was just something in my nature that sometimes needed something a little darker, a little rougher. He also seemed to share this need. I kissed him passionately. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight, I can’t take too long.

I sat up again. “Next question...” Time for something saucy. “You and Cutter ever got it on?” Otis blushed visibly. There was no hiding it when an albino was embarrassed. He looked away quickly. “I asked you a question.” I let my voice become a deadly hiss.

Otis closed his eyes. “Yeah, I did.”

“Look at me when you’re talking to me.” I snapped the crop across his pale skin.

He groaned between clenched teeth. “Yeah, I did.”

This was interesting. “And what did you do?”

Otis took a deep breath. “We fucked.” There was anger in his voice. I thought for a moment maybe I shouldn’t go on.

“How did you fuck? Was he on top?” I could see something dangerous flash in Otis’s eyes.

“He fucked me. He got me drunk and he fucked me.” There was absolute hatred in Otis’s voice. “I thought of him as a father figure and he proved me right.” The statement caught me off guard. It hurt to hear Otis say that. I had a sneaking suspicion from hearing his night terrors some of the things that had happened to him.

I felt bad for a moment but then knew that Otis liked pain, physical and mental. I grabbed a handful of his hair and slapped him hard. “Like I’m going to fuck you?”

Otis’s rage was gone and replaced by submissiveness. “If you want to.”

“Otis, tell me you want me to fuck you.” I began to stroke his cock.

He ground his head into his pillow. “I…I…I want you to fuck…me.” He panted.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” I increased the speed of my hand.

“However you want.” Otis was beginning to buck with my hand.

“Do you want me to dominate you?” I changed my position to be bent over his cock. He watched me with anticipation.

“More than anything.” His words fired me up. I sprang on him, sliding between his spread legs. I reached down and began sliding my finger into his tight hole. He writhed and pulled against the chains. Otis tipped his head back and cried out. Damn, I really was getting good at finding the magic spot. I slid myself into him. He was so damn tight it hurt. I threw my head back and screamed out. His cries finally came to me. His entire body was tense as I fucked him. I began to stroke his cock. Otis clawed wildly at his own hands and screamed as he came. God damn I loved to see him lose it. I only had a moment to revel until his quaking body took me over the edge. I collapsed on top of him and we laid in the silence of the house.