Snapshot…A Bloody Mess

(Credit for the idea for this goes to “The Tiger”, who recently kickstarted my smut writing skills wiith a threat….)

 My hand on my cock reminds me why I am here, on my back for you.. I have a black eye, split lip and blood nose all from your hand. I kept standing back up, each time you knocked me down, the evidence of my desire to participate…

 But now we are at the end.. I am weak, I was trying to block your blows… My survival urge kicking in. That was the scary bit, but the best part… Where you pushed me to just give up.

 I can feel you feeding from my pain, fear and tears, as you have seen me and felt me feed from others. I guess I am a masochistic boy, because I love the purity of my own actions, and reactions to the searing pain in my body. But now, with the tread of your boot on the side of my bloodied face, and my hand in my jeans I don’t care.

 I just want your permission, that trigger for my release. You are holding my eye contact… Which can be more intimate to me than a kiss, which I am now begging you for, but knowing from my blood and tear stained face I won’t get…

You lean down, take the boot off to watch me closely, and grin… Taking your hand from behind you there is something dark in your hand, the muzzle of the pistol takes up my entire field of vision, my entire world…you nod while you cock it And give me my word…

One syllable..

And my world goes dark as I passout as I climax.