Pleasure or Pain?

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I didn't know what baffled me more. Was it the fact that I had a dildo pressed to my lip? No, I suppose it was the fact that a sharp blade was being pressed against my neck. I stiffened my body, far too scared to nudge even a bit. I felt as the warm stream of my blood slowly slide from my shoulder down to my arm. Usually, I would have fainted from the sight of my own bodily fluids, but this was no time for being scared. I was far too enraged to even think about fear.

"A-are you fucking serious?" I managed to sputter. The chains around my neck were still keeping me from moving an inch. I winced slightly as I turned my head to the side in attempt to get the rubber toy from my llps. The sound of my blood dripping against the tiled floor echoed through the walls, though my panting drowned it out.

The man said nothing. He just looked at me through gleaming eyes and a wide, twisted smile. The kind of smile that makes people get goosebumps and avoid the person. I repeated myself, my tone much more serious this time. "I said are you fucking serious?!"

I don't know what came over me. I was never one for anger. Nor was I one for talking to people at all. Under normal circumstances, I can hardly get myself to say a word to other people. But it was something about being belittled so much, something about me being treated like a fucking animal that made me more mad that scared.

Most people would feel that cold blade against their neck and begin sucking more than a vacuum. But me? There was no way I was lowering myself to being someone else's bitch. Not like this; not ever.

The man's smile good wider as he pressed the knife more snug against my flesh. I couldn't help but let a yell come from in between my lips. "I wont tell you again, dog. Just be a good boy and suck. If not, you will regret it." he chimed.

With every work that he said, I could feel the knife going deeper into my skin and sending a sharp pain along my entire neck. My heart was pounding so loud that his words sounded as if he were speaking through a pillow. I knew what I had to do, but I didn't care. There was no way in hell that I was going to suck that damned dildo. I closed my eyes as I heard a familiar voice. No, there was no one else in the room besides me and the fucking... lunatic. It was a voice that came up every time I had an important decision to make.

Not an angel that sits on your shoulder like in cartoons, butthat's the closest I can come to explain it. It was, for lack of better words, my voice of reason.

Just suck the fucking dildo! It screamed. That idiot is going to kill you if you don't! He probably just some sick pervert. Who knows? After he gets his rocks off, he might set you free.

But I couldn't. Just couldn't. And I know that it would probably meant my life, but it isn't like I had much going for me anyways. The thought of how much of a loser I am nearly made me break down in tears right then. But I couldn't bring myself to letting that pervert see me in that state. Naked, bleeding, and crying? He would probably bust a damn nut right then and there.

"No way." I choked "Fuck you. There is no way I'm going to do it. you might as well kill me right no--"

Before I could continue my closest-to-heroic-as-I-was-ever-going-to-get speech, I was interrupted by the feeling of something being lodged between my lips. Out of reflex, I bit down, hoping that whatever it was would leave from the pain. The material under my bite was soft and gave away right under my teeth. I immediately knew what it was.

The fucking dildo. He really put the dildo in my mouth! I looked into the deranged man's eyes in shock. His expression was amused. I watched as his arm slowly extended, pushing the dildo deeper into my mouth.

The sound of my loud gagging filled the room. I thrashed around like a fish out of water in attempt to move him away. I didn't care about the pain in my neck anymore. I didn't care about the knife that was right near my throat. he could have killed me for all I cared. I gasped for air through my heaves.

After what felt like an eternity, he began to slowly slide the out of my throat. I hardly felt it move, my chest hurt from all of the convulsions. My eyes were watering, though I didn't know whether if was from me crying, or just my gag reflexes. Probably a mixture of both. I took in a deep breath of air and began coughing as it finally made its way from my throat. My coughs were loud and hoarse; it sounded like I had some sort of mad sickness.

I jolted forward to take in some more air. The wet sound of the metal pulling from the fresh wound on my neck nearly made me nauseous. Before I could lean forward any more, I felt a hard blow right ti my stomach. The hit was so hard that it made me throw up immediately. Through the sounds of me emptying my meal, the sounds of low cackling echoed.

"Kill you? What kind of owner kills their dog?" He asked in a low, amused voice. "That would be far too easy. The way to train a dog is through discipline. If my dog is good enough, I will let hm off of his leash."

I looked up at the sound of those words.

"Now tell me." His voice suddenly took on a more stern tone. "Tell your owner what you are."

At this point, I began to sniffle. Who was I kidding? I'm a fucking punk. And at this point, I wasn't afraid to admit it. I was more proud of being a pussy then than ever. I didn't want to be there forever. And the thought of being free after this pervert was done with me was too tempting to let up. I didn't want to die. I haven't even had a girlfriend yet-- well, if you didn't count my three day fling in middle school. I had plenty that I wanted to do... To experience. So I promised myself. I would get out. Even if that meant being...

"A dog." I said through my trembling lips. "Im a dog. A fucking dog. Are you happy now?"

"Great... Now you're learning." He chimed through smiling lips. "Now, it's time for your second lesson.