Gavin whimpered softly as he opened his eyes, feeling his eyelashes brush against something. Thick, impenetrable material. Not a spot of light breached the edges. His breath caught, both from the darkness and the creeping feeling of being trapped. He was lying on a bed, probably his own. The cotton, soft against his back and legs, and the coolness of the room told him he was naked. Weakly pulling his arms, he found his wrists were strapped. He couldn't pull them lower than his shoulders. Trying to lift his legs, he found his ankles were the same, strapped near the corners of the bed. He could barely bend his knees, and he couldn't bring his legs together.

There was also pain. A continuous burning ache. The wound in his side was still open. He knew that because there was a sickeningly familiar probing feeling. Something was inside. A helpless sob slipped out as warm hands soothed his hips in comfort. The heat of a second body hovered over him. Warm breath brushed the wet skin around his wound. What the phck? Is he...Another helpless whimper escaped as something soft and warm stroked the wound. It was a tongue! There was a gentle tongue lapping and lathering his wound. Oh-God-oh-phck-no! He did his best to squirm away as the tongue found the opening and pressed harder.

The hands on his hips tightened, holding him in place as he writhed and sobbed in pain. He could feel it pressing in, bringing with it a hot, burning ache. His stomach churned, and he swore he could have thrown up. A wanton moan reached his ears. An unfamiliar sound. That, and the fact the body felt so warm, told him it wasn't Jack. If it isn't Jack, then...A new sense of horror set in at the realisation. Horror and pain mingled into a new, sickening sensation as the tongue plunged deeper. He could feel it moving inside, stroking and widening the broken skin. A fearful whimper slipped out as the tongue withdrew to the edge and circled the stretched rim.

"You were incredible Gavin, truly..." It wasn't Aaron's voice. He'd never heard this voice before. It was sickeningly soft and sweet, almost reverent. He shuddered as the tongue returned to lather and tease the puffy edges again. His back arched with pain as the tip pressed inside, skin crawling as a warm hand settled on the curve of his spine and stroked tenderly, like a lover. "The way your blade sank into his neck...the divine judgement in your eyes...It felt good, didn't it?" Bile rose in his throat as the caressing hand slipped from his back to his ass. He couldn't reply if he wanted to as the tongue returned to push deeper.

"Ph-phck! Stop!" It hurt! The whole area throbbed and burned. Fresh blood was still trickling out, though it seemed to be slower with the tongue's constant licking and teasing. Gavin wasn't sure if it was blocking the wound or if the sicko was drinking it. He could feel his skin getting cold as shock set in, but the Hickory Killer seemed less than concerned as he tasted his wound and squeezed his ass. The whole setup felt wrong. His lips trembled as silent sobs escaped, tears soaking the edges of the silky blindfold. He pulled his legs again as the tongue pushed in to lick his torn muscles. "P-please!" A gentle hushing reached his ears.

"Answer me, Gavin...Tell me it felt good..." Gavin turned his face away, shivering as the hand on his ass moved higher. It stroked a trail up his side and over his ribs, fingers opening to press and tease his pecs. A thumb rubbed his nipple, circling and lingering as the tongue licked and lathered. "Your cut was so clean...The way the blade plunged in was..." He didn't want to hear it. He especially didn't want to feel the Hickory Killer's warm breath shudder on his skin as he thought of it. "Your final thrust left him gushing, Gavin..." You sick phcking phck! How he could make it sound so sexual was beyond him. How he could lean over him, licking his gaping wound while touching him, was also disturbing.

"H-hurts-please!" Hoping he'd take pity on him, Gavin let out another helpless whimper. He shuddered at the gentle hushing sounds that followed, and how the thumb pressed firmly on his hardened nub. Despite the pain in his side, the teasing of his nipple was sending little tingles across his skin and down through his pelvis. This is so phcked up! Gavin stiffened as the breath left his skin. The Hickory Killer had pushed higher to lean over him. Soft material brushed his chest, telling him the Hickory Killer was still dressed, probably in the same black hoodie as usual. Relief washed over him, which was quickly chased away as gentle lips caressed his own, making him shudder in disgust at the coppery taste of his own blood.

"Hush, Gavin...I'm taking care of you." Gavin didn't believe that for a second. "Be a good boy and hold still. Saliva is nature's disinfectant, after all." Nature's disinfectant, my ass, you sick phck! He didn't dare say it. This was the Hickory Killer. The man who'd stalked and tortured him for over four years now. A chuckle reached his ears, a sickeningly normal sound that told him he knew what he was thinking. "You were simply feral, Gavin. You didn't even hesitate to penetrate." Shut the phck up! He didn't want to hear it. "Be good for me, Gavin." He didn't know what he meant at first, but then those lips returned.

He trembled as the Hickory Killer's tongue traced his lips. It was a request. A request he couldn't deny. Feeling the Hickory Killer's tongue caress his own made him shudder. The worst part was that it was so fucking normal. How could such a monster do something so normal as kissing? He was attentive, teasing and exploring every inch of his mouth and tongue. The coppery taste filled his mouth, making him shudder as the thumb on his nipple continued pressing and circling. He outright moaned as the fingers came together to pinch and roll. The Hickory Killer joined him, moaning into his mouth and giving his tongue a parting lick as he drew back, leaving him breathless.

"Good boy..." No! Don't say that! I am not getting off on this! "It felt good, didn't it? Plunging your blade into his flesh...Watching the life pour out by your hand..." The lips returned, stopping him from agreeing or denying. Gavin whined softly, gasping and panting as the hand left his nipple and stroked a slow path over his abs. "That's right, Gavin. It felt so good." He gasped in horror as the hand finally closed around his twitching, half hard cock. What the phck is happening? Why the phck am I hard right now? Horror flooded the pit of his stomach as those gentle lips crept along his jaw and down his neck.

"N-not-ph-phck..." He wanted to scream and cry in equal measure as the hand on his cock tightened and stroked. He was getting hard! His cock was getting hard! He flinched as teeth nipped his nipple on the way down and the tongue soon returned to his gaping wound. That was worse. Now he had the aching, burning pain of feeling his side split open with the building pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach. He squirmed, pulling his wrists in a futile attempt to get free. "Please..." I don't want this!

"Show me, Gavin. Show me how good it felt." The hand on his cock squeezed and pumped in encouragement. Horror swelled in Gavin's stomach. That wasn't it! That wasn't why he was hard! He didn't get off on killing people! "Good boy, show me." He shuddered at the crooning encouragement, unable to disobey as he felt his cock twitch. Fresh copper flooded his senses as he licked his lips, making his cock twitch as a thumb teased his glans. "You're simply dripping, Gavin!" A whine fled his lips, part denial and part plea. The tongue left his wound a moment to lather his leaking tip and steal away the pearls that gathered there. "Oh, Gavin..." The breathy praise made his stomach churn.

I-I'm-I-don't-it's-not-me! The denial was getting harder to believe as the Hickory Killer teased and caressed his throbbing cock. The whimpers slowly turned into moans as the lips returned to tease his glans and lather the soft skin at the tip. The hand rubbed up and down, jerking him slowly, guiding him to full hardness and holding him there. His head felt fuzzy with the mixture of pain and pleasure, still shivering from shock.

"This is how good it felt, Gavin...I understand." Gavin balked as he felt the Hickory Killer move between his thighs. Something just as hard as his own cock touched his naked thigh, leaving a sticky smear on his skin. No! No-no-no-no-This couldn't be happening. This was not happening. It was undeniable as a second cock came to rest against his own, skin rubbing gently. "This is just how it is for us, Gavin. The plunging blade, the gushing blood, watching the life leave their eyes." Gavin shook his head, feeling sick as the Hickory Killer's hard cock caressed his own. A hand closed around them, holding them together. Something loose and warm nudged the base of his cock, and it didn't take him long to realise it was the Hickory Killer's balls rubbing between his thighs. N-N-N-Jack! I want Jack! Jack could make it stop. He always made it stop. He made it feel better.

Where he was, he couldn't say. He may have been busy with Kitty. It certainly made sense the Hickory Killer would send him away for such an intimate act. This was the first time Gavin had heard his voice and felt his bare hands on his skin. He'd worn soft leather gloves before. The mask was also gone, likely set aside in order to cleanse his wound. Gavin whined a weak objection as the hand around their cocks tightened and the Hickory Killer rocked his hips. He felt dizzy, pleasure mingling with the copper on his lips and the throbbing ache in his side.

"Good, you're so good, Gavin." His body twitched at the next thrust, making him whine as a set of balls slapped his perineum and a sticky tip teased his glans. He hated that it felt so good. "You should hear yourself, Gavin, getting off on your latest kill." I-I'm not! The denial wasn't quite convincing enough as another thrust sent pleasure coiling through his insides. "Think of it, Gavin...Remember how the blade slipped in, the warmth coating your fingers..." That was the last thing he wanted to think about. The grunted moans from above made him shudder, knowing the Hickory Killer was getting off on this. "Gavin! My Gavin!" Fresh tears spilled at the words. They sounded wrong. Everything was so fucked up!

A helpless cry fled his lips as a creeping hand returned to his side. Fingers pressed and circled the gaping wound, teasing the swollen rim. P-please stop! The words didn't leave his mouth as the first finger worked its way in. Gavin sobbed, interrupted by a helpless grunt as the Hickory Killer snapped his hips. His cock was still hard, twitching and dripping as the finger pressed deeper. The shivering got worse. Bile rose in his throat as the finger stroked in time with his hips, fresh blood spilling to make the glide easier.

"You're so perfect, Gavin. You're so ready..." Ready for what? He wasn't sure he wanted to know as the second finger started pressing in alongside the first, stretching the small wound to breaking point. Gavin openly sobbed, groaning and crying as it continued. The thrusts quickened, making his cock twitch. He couldn't believe it was happening. Surely the pain should make his cock shrivel and shrink, but with each rock and press he was only getting harder. "Gavin!" The thrusts pulled his wound, making him yelp and cry with each pounding snap. His mind blanked as he heard the sinful moans above and felt warmth splash his naked pelvis. The Hickory Killer had spilled. He'd marked him. He was still moaning and milking himself, panting lustfully as he released his own cock and put his all into pumping Gavin's. Gavin sobbed as the hand fully closed around his throbbing cock and pumped, working him up as the fingers in his side kept stroking. "Good boy, you're doing so well." Gavin whined again. Don't say shit like that! He didn't want to be told that at a time like this.

He gasped in horror as the tongue returned, licking around the bloodied fingers as the hand on his cock kept pumping. Gavin clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to focus on his rising orgasm. If he came, it would stop. If he came, the Hickory Killer would stop touching him like that. He tried to think of other things. Jack's teasing touches and how he woke him in the morning. How he turned him over and took him on his knees. How he wrapped his lips around his cock and stared up at him. Tears spilled as a vision of dark hair and silvery eyes interrupted him. The ghost of a deep voice rumbling in his ear and a firm hand on the back of his neck. Good, Gavin. He spilled instantly, sobbing in relief as he rode out his orgasm and stilled, trembling and shuddering.

"Good boy, I knew you could do it."