The Tied Man

‘Never let it be said that I’m an unreasonable man.’ Alasdair  returned the kiss.

‘If that’ll be all?’ I asked, already edging towards the door.  ‘I’m planning a prompt start tomorrow – I could do with the early night.’

‘Of course,’ Blaine said.  ‘I’m sorry for disturbing your rest.  Perhaps you’d like to take a brandy as a nightcap?’

‘That would be… nice, thank you,’ I faltered, relieved at getting away quite so easily.

Finn

I turned to Blaine.  ‘I’ll leave you to it, with your permission?  I’m really not that hungry.’  I knew that if I made it to the door, everything would be fine: if she was intent on screwing another man, I was usually guaranteed a quiet night, and Alasdair’s obvious desire promised to satisfy her needs.   I reached the door handle and thanked God.

‘Wait a moment,’ Alasdair demanded.

Yet again, God was playing the cunt. ‘Yeah?’

‘I don’t think I like your attitude.’  Alasdair turned to Blaine, who was still pouring Lilith’s brandy.  She gave a nod of approval for whatever was about to come.

‘I meant no offence.’  I kept my voice steady.  Resigned.

‘I think you did. And believe me, I’m offended.  Paddy.’ The last word spat at me.

‘Oh Finn, will you never learn?’ Blaine moved to Alasdair’s side and beginning to caress the small of his back.

‘D’you know what we’d do to the boys at my school who didn’t know their place?’ my latest tormentor continued.

Whatever I said now wasn’t going to make a blind bit of difference. ‘No,’ came my disinterested reply.

‘Well, you’re about to find out.’  Alasdair put one elegantly clad arm around Blaine’s shoulder.  ‘You say he’ll do anything?’ He kissed her forehead.

‘Absolutely,’ she said.  ‘Lilith, I’d like you to stay a moment longer, please.’

From the corner of my eye, I could see Lilith clutch her glass to her chest with both hands, and I desperately wished that I could magic her from the room so that she would be spared whatever sport was coming.

‘Excellent.  On your knees, boy,’ Alasdair commanded.  I obeyed without question;  I pretty much knew the script from here.

With his right hand, Alasdair undid his fly.  His left hand held my jaw in a firm grip.  ‘Open wide,’ he ordered, bringing out his broad, already-engorged cock and cradling it with pride.  He shoved it into my mouth with a force that made me gag, and gave a small ah of pleasure.  ‘That’s it.  Take it like a good little paddy bastard.’

Perhaps at first Alasdair had intended this to be an amusing preamble to screwing Blaine senseless, but that brutal, primeval drive that such men possessed took over and he grabbed my hair with a harsh grunt, using both hands to pull my head further into his rank groin.  ‘Sorry,’ he gasped to Blaine between thrusts.  ‘Might have to wait a while for the next performance.’

‘Please carry on.’  Blaine gracefully perched on the arm of a chair to better observe the show.  ‘We have all night.’

Close-trimmed nails raked my scalp and forced me ever closer, and all I could do was acquiesce as if held at gunpoint.

Finally, he reached a vicious climax.  ‘Swallow, you little bastard.  Take it all or I’ll fucking strangle you.’  With a muffled, inarticulate roar he came, and ejaculated so hard into my mouth that I choked and retched.

‘God… That takes me back.’ Alasdair gave a depraved giggle and shoved me away from him.  He grinned at Lilith. ‘One whore shuts and another one opens, eh?’

I sat back on my heels and wiped my sleeve across my face as Lilith silently left the room.*****I knelt over the toilet bowl and forced my fingers down my throat until bitter vomit rose in my mouth and  I threw up in violent spasms, feeling relief and disgust in fairly equal measure.  In a life filled with crap nights, this was a real beauty.  Worse had happened – and no doubt continue to happen – but tonight, Lilith had been there and seen me for who I really was.  I remembered the look of horror on her face and threw up again.

‘Hey there.’

I spun round, clutching a towel to my mouth.  ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I thought you might want some mouthwash.’ Lilith gave a grim smile, and threw me her bottle of bourbon.

I turned the bottle in my hands, wanting to tell her to fuck off and leave me alone.  Shame hardened my voice.  ‘What the hell do you want me to say?’