Hurt me

 

Tyler was hanging around in the basement. I could hear rattling noises, clunks, clatters, but I had no idea what he could be doing in there. Maybe he was building something? Who knew what he was up to. At one point, it sounded as if glass was being smashed at a steady pace. Maybe he was testing how strong our glasses were. I didn't care about the few we had left, and I didn't feel like asking him what he was doing, so I didn't go down the stairs. When the time was right, Tyler would tell me.

Instead, I retreated to the small room where my old, humid, dirty mattress was. I knew I probably wasn't really going to sleep, but I was so tired I just had to try. Everything, my entire world, was a gray blur. Maybe it would disappear if I closed my eyes, and that alone would have been enough for me, for tonight. Besides, I thought I was going to vomit if I didn't lay down immediately. I dropped on my bed, and the feeling of nausea gradually faded. I closed my eyes, but I had been awake for so long I was afraid I had lost the ability to sleep altogether. The noises from the basement were still there, and that didn't help either. 



The alarm clock I had found here was stuck at 03.56, but the real time was a few hours later, judging from the pale white sunlight that was hesitantly coming through the ripped curtains, when Tyler called my name.

I looked around, and saw him standing over me, looking at me as if I were a bum he had walked into on the street. He kicked me with his untied boot, gently. 'Are you done with the glasses down there?'

He looked at me. 'It's none of your business.'

'This is my ninetieth attempt at getting some rest.'

'Oh, and did my experiment ruin it for you? You shouldn't be so obsessed over sleep. Do you ever see me sleep? Use your goddamn energy for once, get tired, then come back whining about not being able to rest.'

He was right, but had he ever been wrong?

'After fifty waking hours, I tend to malfunction like everybody else.'

Tyler dropped to his knees, bending over my listless body. 'I can fix the glitches in your system. I'm a licensed mechanic.'

'Hitting me helps,' I said seductively, hoping he would do it.

Tyler grinned like the deity he was. 'I know you like that.' His lips were almost on my ear. 'But we're gonna need heavier measures,' he said, and grabbed my cock through my trousers. I yelled, I protested, and I almost managed to push him off me. But he was stronger. Besides, his grip on my cock was so tight I didn't dare make any drastic movements.



'Be as loud as you want,' he said, holding me down while I was gasping and struggling underneath him. 'It's for your own good.'

Against my own will, I felt my rebellious cock harden in his hand. He smiled an angel smile, then smacked me in the face. I tasted blood; he bit his lip when I licked it off my lips. I didn't catch all of it, but he assisted me and licked the remains away.

'I want your blood, too,' I whined. He ignored me. He was too busy taking off my trousers and pulling them off my legs while I furiously tried to kick him.

'You're a fucking baby,' he said after the job was done. He sat down on my legs and watched me struggle for a while. I was powerless, and after a while, I realized we both liked it. The thought that Tyler got off watching me in this position made me insane with desire. And I had always wanted him, right from the very first moment.

'Fuck me,' I whispered through the blood in my mouth. He grabbed me by my chin, squishing my cheeks. I showed him my teeth and hissed. Tiny drops of blood splattered on his shirt. He threw my head back onto my pillow, placed his left hand on my chest so I couldn't get away, and started jerking me off. I groaned, aimlessly grabbing the mattress, squirming around for no reason. Tyler's handjob was like everything else he'd ever done: rough, quick, and merciless. I squinted my eyes, unable to comprehend the sensatory overload he was giving me. The ceiling had once been white, but had deformed into a leaking, brown, moldy mess. It was all I could see while my hips were twitching beyond my control, held back by Tyler's weight on me. I couldn't look him in his eyes, regardless of the mindless, childish love I felt for them. The feeling of the hand violating my cock was almost too much for me. Realizing who the hand belonged to for one second would surely knock me out. The sight of his tense arm muscles was more than enough.



I grunted like a retard. The sound of my helpless moans fell flat in the humid, sickening atmosphere of the room. I reached out to him, but couldn't touch him. 'Louder,' he gasped, his eyes fixed on my face. 'Louder.'  



Tyler Durden's breath was heavy because of me. He wanted me, and he was fucking me. I felt invincible. I let go, moved along with him, no longer trying to stop him.

'Good boy,' Tyler's voice said from far away. Right before I came, he nearly hit me senseless with another perfect hit on my eye.



I am Jack's screaming orgasm.  



I recovered after several minutes. He had disappeared from the room. My eyes couldn't focus. They closed themselves, and I lost consciousness. When I awoke, the streetlights were on.  





Tuesday the 19th of July, 2011 11.43 PM