Torture ((neko!Ben x Jeff x Liu))

12. Innocent

Jeff stood behind the camera now. He wore his prosthetic mask and toyed with the knife in his pocket as he looked at Ben through the screen. "How did you get here, Ben?"

The little cat boy shifted in his restraints. "You... kidnapped me," Ben said with a sweet little smile, as if proud of his answer.

Jeff lifted his chin and smiled. "I did."

"And..." Ben tilted his head cutely. "Y-You beat me and fucked me." As if to show he was pleased by what'd happened to him, his dick twitched and his ears laid back submissively.

"Did you like it?" Jeff asked anyway.

Ben nodded quickly, smiling so wide that he showed his fangs. "Yes, sir."

Jeff shuddered at the response, fingers twitching. For just a minute, he let himself imagine digging his knife into the pretty little stomach and ripping it wide open to spill his blood and guts. He wondered, not for the first time, how Ben's screams would sound if he was truly terrified for his life. But dead bodies could only be fun for so long, and Ben wouldn't be so pretty after he'd sat and rotted. "Is that what all those little marks are all over you?"

Ben nodded. "You hit me with your belt."

Jeff smirked. "And it looks like there's a name cut into your thigh."

"You did that," Ben breathed, tail curling up happily. "You cut your name into me after you brought me here."

He's acting so innocent, Jeff thought with a devious smile. And he thinks I'm dirty. "What's that name?"

Ben seemed to shudder. "Jeff," he breathed, as if the name felt good in his mouth.

Jeff stepped out from behind the camera and stood in front of Ben with his hands in his jacket pockets, looming tall over the neko. "You know, you look really good like this." His eyes roamed from Ben's tied up legs to his soft blonde hair.

"Thank you."

Jeff pulled the knife out of his pocket, dragging his gaze all over Ben's exposed flesh. "It's getting harder and harder not to kill you."

"Oh, no!" Ben mocked with exaggerated fear. "Please don't kill me, Jeffy~"

Jeff's fist clenched around the handle of the knife and he stared at Ben in surprise. Is he talking like this because of the camera? Does he think I don't mean it? "You're getting pretty cocky, Ben. Do I need to put you back in your place?"

Ben shivered with excitement and his dick twitched. "If you think you can," he whispered teasingly.

Jeff flung his knife up into the air and struck it down into Ben's thigh opposite to the one where his name was engraved. 

Ben jolted and screamed, throwing his head back. "Jeff!" he cried in agony.

Jeff pulled the knife back out with little effort and black blood oozed and pulsed rapidly from the piercing wound. He watched it, deaf to the screams, and stabbed Ben again near the first spot. The blade stabbed and scraped bone and he sighed heavily with satisfaction, using his other hand to hold the leg and let the thick blood fall over his pale fingers. It was so different from the red he was so used to seeing.

"Jeff, stop!" Ben screamed, shaking his head violently, words sharp with pain.

Jeff looked at the blindfolded face and grinned, shoving the blade deeper until the handle met with flesh.

Ben clenched his teeth and inhaled shakily, his chest heaving. Though he was obviously in pain, the younger man's dick throbbed.

Jeff smirked and twisted the knife, watching as the erection squirt precum. "There's no way you couldn't have known you liked pain this much."

Ben's small body shook and he drooled, panting. "I-I..." His face flushed dark in embarrassment.

"You did know!" Jeff laughed, pleased to see the reaction. "Were you beat as a kid or something?"

Ben seemed to flinch and his lips trembled, but said nothing.

"Holy shit." Jeff flung the knife out, satisfied by Ben's shrill scream of pain. "Is that why you like getting beat now? Does it make you think of when daddy would do it to you?"

Ben's head had fallen back and his chest rose and fell in hard, deep breaths. "Don't say that," he whimpered, face darker grey. "It-"

"It what?" Jeff grabbed the other's twitching dick in his hand. "It makes your dick throb thinking about your own dad beating you? Sick. You know what I think, Benjie?" Jeff grabbed Ben's thighs with his bloodied hands. "I think that you still don't realize that I'm not a good guy. You think you're gonna get pampered by me just 'cause I think you're cute?" He grabbed Ben's throat and pulled him close. "I'm the fucking Devil, baby."

Ben seemed to relax in the grasp as if the words had turned him on even more.

"You're gross." He let go of Ben and turned to the camera. "Wanna see how long I can last before I kill him?" he asked. "I promise I'll try my hardest," he pressed the bloody knife up to the mask innocently.

Ben whimpered behind him. "Jeffy," he sobbed pitifully. "Would you please bandage me? My legs hurt... a-and I think I'm losing a lot of blood!"

Jeff turned to look back at him. "Bandage you?" he laughed. "Baby doll, I'm about to fuck you."

Ben shuddered, grinning. "Really?"

"Of course." Jeff reached into his pants and pulled out his dick that had been hard for too long now. "Are you gonna tell me no?"

Ben licked his lips and spread his legs wider. "Of course not. As long as you beat me while you do it... daddy~" he smiled, clearly eager for his kidnapper.

Jeff felt his face burn hot at the comment and was glad for his mask and Ben's blindfold. He was a little surprised Ben was acting so needy. Does he really want me that much?  He shrugged it off and pressed the tip of his cock to the tight hole, shivering when he felt something wet slick the head. He jolted in surprise and looked down to see Ben's ass dripping... precum? Or... is that my cum from earlier? 

"It... It does that," Ben said suddenly. "Every month or so, I start feeling really hot and needy and... a-and that happens, too..." he muttered the last part sheepishly.

Jeff wondered if it'd been that way before and he just hadn't noticed. Shit, he'd been too horny to notice anything but Ben's tight little body. He turned to the camera again, dick in one hand, gesturing to the leaking hole. "He's got a pussy!" he gasped.

"Jeff!" the smaller male shrieked.

"Am I wrong?" he chuckled, lining himself up again before pressing in with a low groan. "You're so wet! It even feels like a pussy," he moaned, pushing in deeper.

Ben gasped through a wide, pleased grin. "Yes, yes, yes!" he cried, trying to rock his hips against the invading member. "Please, Jeff-"

"No," Jeff hissed, grabbing Ben's throat and shoving the rest of his length into the tight space. "Call me daddy again," he ordered.

Ben let out a cute little choked laugh. "Daddy? You're so fucked up," he giggled.

Jeff jolted in surprise at Ben's bratty comment and squeezed his throat until Ben looked like he might cum just from that. "Shut up and do it."

"Yes, daddy!" Ben mewled sweetly, his voice strained by the fist around it.

Jeff sighed heavily in satisfaction, not loosening his grip on the other's soft throat. "Who's fucked up now, fag?"