Dark Obsession

 I had met Dante Sparda over a year ago, when he had visited my company on a random audit.  It was instant, my love for him -- when I saw him step out of the elevator and disappear into the supervisor's office.  I watched him speak to the supervisor through the bay window.  His face serious as he listened and jotted notes on a memo pad.  There was an air of innocence about him that drew me to him.  The innocence that I found myself wanting to explore and own.  And wanting to mar.  I wanted nothing more than to destroy his beauty and I know I can never be whole, until I do.

    It took me nearly a month to find out where he lived.  He had bought a duplex unit in one of the more exclusive areas on the edge of the city.  The duplexes next to him were too closely knitted together.  The community was quiet and manicured - gated and accessible by cards.  I abandoned the idea of 'visiting' him at his apartment.  But I wanted him.  I needed him.  It would take another three months before I decide what I had to do.

    I hired the men from the bar my friend owned and I frequented.  They were not poor but they were always looking for free fuck and drinks.  The group leader was a cocky asshole only known by Remus.  I gestured him into my friend's office and laid a stack of $100 bills bounded with a rubber band.

    "Three thousand," I said.  

    He eyed it for a moment then picked it up, flipped through it and grinned.

    "Who you want whacked?"

    "Nothing like that," I said and pulled out a picture of Dante I had taken from my car a week earlier.  "I want you and your friends to rape someone."

    I laid down the picture where the stack of money had been.  He glanced down at the picture and his smile widened.

    "Raped? He your ex?"

    "You don't need to know anything," I said.  "I just want to watch.  Fuck him. Hurt him... just don't kill him."

    "What made you think he won't turn us in if we don't off him after we are done?"

    I shook my head.

    "He won't," I said.  "I want the whole thing taped.  I am sure he wouldn't want the homemade flick turn up ...say, at his employment or his parents or his friends' homes..."

    He picked up the picture and looked at it closer.

    "Good looking boy," he said.  "I'd done him for free."

    "I know," I said.  "But I want this done for me.  I want to watch this from another room and the whole thing a sweet memory for all of us on film."

    He pocketed the picture and the money and shrugged.

    "When do you want it done?"

    "I'll send him an office memo to meet us here tomorrow night.  There's an empty storage room in the back that I'll set up for you guys.  There's a room next to it that has a one-way mirror that I'll watch and tape everything from.  I'll make sure you guys have of what you need tomorrow night. Just make sure you guys show up by nine for your job."

    He patted his pocket where he had shoved the picture and money.

    "Consider it done."

    I coaxed the executive secretary into sending a fax to Dante's office next morning.  A false memo from the management to discuss the audit details.  Although the details and address would probably deem questionable - he replied with a return fax that said he would.

    I paid my friend to close the bar early so I can set up a camera on a tripod behind the mirrored window next to the empty room.  I dragged a mattress pad in and dumped it in the center of the room.  I also left a gym bag full of toys that I had purchased in a buying binge earlier in the day.  

    Remus arrived to the bar an hour before Dante was due in.  He was with five of his friends who he ordered to take seats among the emptied stools along the bar.

    "I get him first," Remus said.  "The boys can have the leftovers...if there's anything left."

    The men were not pleased.  I consoled them with three bottles of whiskey I took from underneath the bar.

    "There will be," I promised them and scooped up five shot glasses in my hands and fanned them out over the counter.

    Remus smirked and followed me into the backroom where the set up was.  Then we just waited.

    Dante was prompt and nicely dressed in his shirt and tie.  He had come to the bar straight from the office.  The door self-locked behind him when he walked through.  The uncomfortable look came in that instant, when the men in the bar turned to look at him at once.  Sizing him up.  I watched everything from the CCTV.

    "Come with me," Remus said, getting up from the table where he had been sitting and nursing a tumbler of bourbon.  "Your contact is in the back."

   "I think I made a mistake," Dante said - his voice small.  He backed up a couple of steps until he was flat against the exit.

   Remus walked toward Dante. An amused grin spread over Remus' face when Dante tried the door and realized it locked.

   "No mistake," Remus said and closed the distance between them - their bodies pressed close.  "You are where you are suppose to be."

   Dante writhed and attempted to push Remus away.  Remus let him - enjoying the thrashing for a few moments before he hooked his arm around Dante's waist and pulled him toward the back of the bar.

   "Please...I...."

   "Shhh -- " Remus said, dragging Dante along effortlessly.  "I don't think you want me to ask the boys to help me."

   Despite the threat, Dante struggled all the way through the hall and finally into the room.  He was thrown onto the mattress and the door slammed shut.  My camera was already rolling.

   "If you don't want me to rip that nice outfit of yours, I suggest you take them off."

   Remus pulled off his tee-shirt and cast it to the side.  For someone who drank and smoke too much - he was built like an athlete.

   "I will pay you --"

   "Pay me?" Remus said, unbuckling his belt and slid it from its loops.  "I don't think you can afford me not to fuck you."

   He folded his belt and slapped it against his palm.  The loud sound made Dante flinch.

   "Strip."

   Dante did so, slowly and reluctantly.  The shirt and tie came off first.  Then the pants and shoes.  His body was pale and smooth.  Perfect.

   "Hope you know how to suck cock," Remus said and undid his pants, letting it drop before he kicked it to the side.  Until he turned slightly - I was shocked and pleased to see Remus' size.  Dante was dismayed, however, and cringed.

   "This won't hurt you...too badly."

   Remus had Dante gagging - turning his face flushed red from the throat fucking before thrusting the hard cock into Dante's little hole.  I nearly came, listening to Dante's screams as the cock ripped into his dry asshole.  Remus drilled his cock in, corkscrewing when it was lodged inside.  Dante's fingers gripped at Remus' arms, his nails already ripped into the skin.  Remus  didn't seem to care - as he gathered Dante's ankles into one hand and pumped in and out furiously.  The slapping of the skin was loud - and the impact of the slams had redden Dante's ass.  Dante was screaming and was sobbing -- Remus didn't stop.  He kept up with his fast and furious temp, pushing in and out in short thrusts.  He did finally stop to push Dante's knees to his chest and fucked him in long hard strokes.  Dante was crying but he had stopped screaming.  The pale hard length continued to punish Dante's little hole - dilating it to swallow the girth of Remus' cock.  Remus licked at Dante's throat as the fucking slowed to a slow grounding.  Remus shoved himself in and out a couple of more times before he paused - cumming inside Dante's fuck hole.  I came too, shooting my cum into the wad of tissue I had in my hand and wishing it was into Dante's mouth.

   Cum overflowed and dripped from the rim as Remus pumped in and out a couple of more times before his softened cock slipped out.  As Remus leaned back, Dante sat up, his legs shaky.

   "Make it hard again," Remus said, seizing a handful of Dante's hair and shoving his face against the wet, soft cock. 

   "I...don't..."

   Remus shoved his cock against Dante's mouth.

   "Open."

   Dante shook his head and tried to push himself away.  Remus shoved Dante backwards until he fell back against the mattress.  He looked shocked and surprised.

   "That's okay," Remus said with a lope-sided grin.  "We can do something else first."

   "You've already..." Dante started to say but couldn't finish.  "Please...I swear I won't tell...just let me go..."

   His beautiful blue eyes brimmed with tears as he spoke.  I could feel my arousal spike through me again.

   "I don't think you understand sweetheart," Remus said, stroking Dante's left cheek with the back of his hand.  "You can go home when we make a baby."

   Remus laughed turned Dante over on his belly - he reached for the gym bag that I had left for him by the foot of the mattress. 

   "I actually don't mind if you fought me," Remus said as he rifled through the bag.  "Kind of fun and turns me on to hurt you even more.  Not like you can really even get out of this fucking place.  My boys outside would love to have their turns with you."

   Remus plucked out a thick black dildo ribbed with rings down its shaft that was bigger than the head.  He smiled as he ran his fingers along it.

   "I don't even mind killing you," Remus said, lifting Dante's lower body over his lap, shifting the ass toward me for the perfect camera shot.  "You can go home in one piece if you would just behave and take the fucking, get it?"

   Dante made a small whimpering sound that might have been a yes or no.  Remus didn't care what the answer was and pressed the head of the dildo against the cum-oiled hole.

   "I think you'll end up begging for my cock after you have this one," Remus said and pushed it in. 

   Dante's body tensed - his hands curled into fists and he was shaking as the dildo snaked in.  Remus spat down to wet the first ring first - then he pushed it in slowly.  A scream was wrung from Dante and his legs flailed - wanting to crawl away.

   "You can take it sweetie," Remus said softly.  "How are you going to take more cocks in later when you can't even deal with this one?"

   The ring spread the stretched rim thin and finally swallowed it - the small length of the shaft was shoved in and the dildo was stopped at the second ring.

   "Ready for another one?"

   Dante didn't even have a chance to answer when the raised ring of the dildo was shoved in hard.  Dante let out a loud gasp and the body went rigid for a few seconds.

   "Oh god oh god..." Dante mouthed.  Although I can't see him - I know he was crying.  The image of his face made my cock hard again.

   "One more..." Remus said.  The last one was bigger and it looked like it was about to rip the delicate skin - the rim was nearly a thin film over the ring and Remus left it shoved mid-way for awhile before he pushed it in.  He left the dildo lodged in. 

   "You going to suck my cock now?" Remus said, slapping at the cheeks hard enough to leave reddish marks on the pale skin.  "Or should I find something else to put in your little asshole?"

   "I...will..."

   Remus allowed Dante to get up and he was slow to do so.

   "Thought you'd see things my way," Remus said, spreading his thighs a little to allow Dante to crawl forward and work on his cock.

   From my angle, I can only see Dante's head move.  The wet sounds filled the images for me.  I jerked off to it - fisting my erection as I pictured my cock in the place of the dildo.

   "Nice," Remus said, running his fingers through Dante's hair.  "Bet you did this a lot."

   Dante didn't answer him.  Remus leaned forward and pulled the knotted dildo out carefully -- the puckered hole gripped itself around the raised girth of the rings, reluctantly allowing it to leave.  Dante was panting - an occasional scream came out.

   "You going to be a good boy for me?" Remus said, casting the wet dildo to the side. 

   "Yes..."

   "Fuck my cock," Remus said, lying back.  Dante moved, evidently pained. He towered himself over Remus' upright, hard again cock and guided the tip of it to his asshole.  Although the cock slid in easily - Dante was in pain, as he impaled himself on the thick shaft.  Remus was surprisingly patient, letting Dante take his time. 

   "Lean over," Remus said and rested his hands over Dante's hips.  Dante did so - his chest hovering over Remus face.  As Dante rode Remus' cock, Remus' tongue lashed against Dante's nipples.  They fucked hard -- Dante raising himself and Remus slammed Dante back down with a hard pull downward back.  Dante was moaning - but I wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure.

   They fucked in that position until Remus rolled Dante onto his back, his cock still planted inside.  The pace picked up again, hard and furious until a sudden pull out that made Dante gasp.

   "Open," Remus said.  Dante did so and Remus shot his load in, the thick fluid spraying over Dante's tongue and chin first, before the cock was shoved into the mouth.

   "Very good," Remus whispered, letting Dante suck his cock until it was completely soft and drained.  "I'll be nice to you."

   Remus grabbed his denim and pulled it up.  He gave the gym bag another glance and looked through it again.  For his own reason, he did not pull out another toy.  Instead, he opened the door and leaned out to call out to his boys.  Dante sat up, fear returning as the men spilled into the room - drunk and horny.

   "Make you a deal, sweetheart," Remus said.  "I kind of like you and I kind of like fucking you.  Promise me we'll do this once a week and these cocks won't fuck your asshole."

   Dante grimaced.  I was surprised by the proposition but I didn't care.  I got what I wanted.

   "Remus -- " One of the men moaned.  "It's not fair."

   "Not fair is not even letting your cocks touch him," Remus said.  "Shut the hell up."

   The men silenced.  Dante was crying again - but his tears were angry.

   "Or these cocks can rip you apart so badly that you'll need stitches, dear.  And I'll still find you and fuck you once a week."

   Dante lowered his head, defeated.

   "I...will do as you say..." Dante whispered. 

   "And if you think to try to run away...I'll make sure you are fucked to death."

   Dante's gaze remained at his lap.

   "I...won't run..."

   Remus nodded at his men.

   "The boys needs to be relieved," Remus said.  "I think you should help."

   The five men grinned and moved toward Dante, forming a circle around him.  For a moment, Dante stared up at them, uncertain what to do.

   "The sooner you get done, the sooner you can go home," Remus said finally.

   Dante closed his eyes and dragged his teeth over one man's bulge while his two hands kneaded at two more.  He took turns caressing the crotches then finally undoing each pant button and zipper.  He took one cock into his mouth while he fisted two - giving each cock a turn every few moments.  He did this so expertly that I was convinced that he had done it before - and probably often.

   He licked and sucked noisily - taking in the cocks as fast and as deep as he could.  The men made the circle they stood closer - each one nearly touching his face.

   "Mouth open," one of them said.  "Get ready for a cum bath..."

   Dante tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide in time to catch the first spurt.  The men rubbed themselves hard to milk the cum out of their cocks.  It didn't take long for most of them as thick fluids shot over Dante's lovely face, coating it then dripping off his chin and off his chest.  The men came hard - emptying themselves and wiping their spent cock on Dante's hair.

   "What a good sperm whore," one of men said as he tucked himself in.

   The men laughed and filed out.  Remus still leaned against the doorway, watching Dante with his arms crossed. 

   "Did that well," Remus said when the men left.  "And you look very good with your face dripping cum."

   Remus threw Dante his own shirt and let Dante wipe enough of the cum away for him to open his eyes.

   "Lie back down," Remus said, undoing his zipper to his pants. 

   Dante leaned back - his legs spreading as he did so.  Remus swiped his hard cock over Dante's cum laced nipples, oiling the shaft with his boys' cum.

   "Want my cock in your ass?" Remus asked - his cock pushed one hard nipple bud back and forth.  His fingers pinched and milked the other one.

   Dante moaned and weakly bucked beneath.  I came again, wetting the mirrored window in front of me.  Remus was still abusing Dante's nipples, even after I had wiped myself off and dressed.  I left the camera running and let Remus continue.  I walked back out and joined the boys outside for drinks for the rest of the night.

   I didn't see Dante again for awhile.  And I didn't see Remus for awhile.  I can't say I wasn't disappointed that Dante was suddenly gone.  When I finally inquired about it, I was told that Dante had not returned to work since that night.  Remus...well, being who he was, I wouldn't have been surprised if Remus had indeed killed Dante and left town.  At least, someone did think of Dante being met with foul play.  The police became involved.  And ironically, I was glad for it.

   A detective had been dispatched to interview me at my home.  Routine canvassing, I was told, since I was a close friend and frequent visitor to the last known location of the missing person.  The detective was exquisite.  Young and equally stunning as my last prey.  As he spoke, I focused on his eyes.  His expressive, kind eyes.  He didn't appear to be too pleased with my fragmented sentences and offered to return at another time.

   "I'm sorry," I said to him as I showed him to my door.  "I've been working long hours lately. I'm very tired."

   He smiled politely.  He offered me his card.

   "Please do call me when you have anything you think that might help with the case."

   I nodded. 

   "Of course."

   He said his good-bye and walked toward his sedan.  I watched him get into his car and pull away before I closed the front door.  My heart felt like it was about to explode, when I looked at the card in my hand - and said the name that was on it.

   Leon Scott Kennedy

   My new dark obsession.