SADIST, MASOCHIST, HUMAN by NRMathis

Feature Writer: NRMathis

Feature Title: Sadist, Masochist, Human

Published: 23.06.2018

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: A psychological horror.

Author’s Note: This story contains content and themes that may be disturbing to some people, such as non-consensual sex, violence, and mental illness. Reader discretion is advised.

Sadist, Masochist, Human

In all honesty, the feeling of being captured was not nearly as bad as the feeling when I realized I had lost track of how long I’d been in their clutches. It marked the point where I was not only a prisoner physically, but mentally as well. It took away any mental connection I had with my life before I became a prisoner of war.

The New Philistine Kingdom was a terrorist organization in the Middle East that sprung up a few years ago. They took over a moderate amount of land and people, as well as openly declaring war on America and the EU. It was a monster born to live fast and die young. It was so ruthless and unstructured that it was bound to either fall apart by itself, be taken down by the people it tyrannized, or get toppled by an outside force. By the time I was made a POW, it was approaching what I knew would be its death.

That’s what I kept telling myself. This was a waiting game; The New Philistine Kingdom was living on borrowed time, so I would be rescued eventually, sooner rather than later. The problem is that the animals that captured me are masters of torture. The first thing they did was tie me to a chair and beat me for what had to be at least 24 hours. They never did anything like breaking bones or knocking out teeth, but for that period my life was nothing but pain.

They told me that the torture would end if I betrayed my country, not by giving away any information, but by denouncing America and everything she stood for. As a proud member of the US Army I would never forsake my country, but it was more pride than patriotism that fueled my resistance. As long as I held my ground and didn’t give up, I would beat them. I could win.

The bastards keeping me prisoner were good at making my resolve waver, though. I was kept in a facility that was mainly underground. The guards had uniforms, but me and the few other prisoners I ever saw were kept naked with nothing except a tag on our wrist that we couldn’t take off. This was more psychological than sexual in nature, making us more vulnerable and less human. We weren’t starved, but we were fed infrequently and irregularly. Coupling this with the lack of natural light meant that I lost track of time so soon it was frightening. In some ways it felt like I had only been there for a week, sometimes it felt like months. I legitimately did not know.

They also loved torturing me, and in creative ways. They attached an ear piece to my head that would sound off some random loud noise at random times, making it impossible for me to sleep. It had to have been days that I had that thing in my ear. I was completely delirious and could barely think by the time they finally took it off.

Another thing they did is make me take a pill. The trip it caused me was enough to make me fully and truly believe that I had died and gone to Hell. I can’t even remember any specifics, the only thing that came to mind was fear and pain. Perhaps my brain did all it could to erase the memory once I came back down again. After the hallucinations stopped, I just laid still for hours, completely untrusting of the reality around me. Once I was finally able to convince myself that I wasn’t being tricked, I looked at myself in my cell’s mirror.

I was already gaunt before they made me take that pill, but I looked like I lost even more weight because of it. There were dark circles around my eyes. I had claw marks all over my neck and I had no reason to believe they were from anyone besides me. I saw uneven patches in my hair, explained by clumps of hair I found scattered around the room. I looked beaten down, broken. It was hard for me to comprehend, let alone accept, that the emaciated little waif I saw in the mirror was actually me.

By my best estimate, I had been held captive for one month when I heard a conversation between two guards. The guards spoke Arabic, a language I didn’t know. Nonetheless I had been around people who spoke it long enough to pick up a little. I heard my name, something about a transfer, and them laughing about me being with what loosely translated to “the crazies.”

Not long after I was cuffed and led out of my cell to a part of the facility I hadn’t been to before. They stopped me at a cell that looked different from the others. Once I was led inside I saw another door. Behind that door was another cell which would be my place of residence from that point forward. It looked like my old cell, with a bed, a toilet, and a sink. There were two extra features, though: a shower head, which meant I didn’t even have to leave to bathe, even with no soap, and a tall cabinet in the corner that I later found out was locked.

One of the guards got my attention before he left. He simply said “Your chance for respite is over,” before shutting the door behind him. The only thing that could have meant is that I could no longer cave to make the torture stop. It made no difference to me; I wouldn’t have let them win anyway. I could endure whatever the “crazies” could throw at me.

After I took a shower I got back onto the shitty little cot and laid down. About an hour later, I heard the door open. A man walked in. Like me, he was nude save the cuff, so he was a prisoner and not a guard. Still, there’s no reason why he would be in my cell if he wasn’t the person sent to torture me, one of the crazies. He likely agreed to do this to get some perks to make his incarceration more bearable.

I sized up this new threat. He was bigger and stronger than me. He was probably 6 feet tall to my 5’9″. He was also buff and muscular, not a bodybuilder, but no stranger to the gym. Even back before I got captured I would have difficulty fighting him, but in my malnourished, fragile state I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.

I sat quietly, not making sudden moves. He looked at me, acknowledging my presence, but he didn’t say anything. He went over to the cabinet and used the key he had on his cuff to open it and briefly look inside. From what I could tell, it contained medical supplies. Apparently everything was in order, though, because he just locked it right back up. He exited and came back with my food. He left, never once saying a word.

Once I finished eating I lay on the bed again. Time had no meaning anymore, but after some of it, I heard the door open again. This time it was flung open and slammed into the wall.

The man from earlier walked up, his body language different. Now he carried himself with pride and puffed out his chest. He had this cocky smile I hated instantly. It was like he was mocking me, since even though we were both prisoners, he was in an exponentially better state than I.

To my surprise, he started talking.

“Oh, I am so excited for the fresh meat!” His voice was deep and rough.

I just sat there.

He walked up and bent over with his hands on his thighs, looking at me like how an adult would look at a child.

“Shit, you’re a scrawny little bitch, aren’t you?”

I glared at him, and he slapped me in the face so fast I didn’t have time to react. It didn’t hurt as much as get my attention.

“Listen up, you little shit. When I talk, you reply. End every sentence with Sir. If you don’t, I’ll hurt you. Got it?”

I looked at his muscles. He could do some damage.

“Yes, Sir.” He grinned even wider.

“Okay, bitch, here’s how things are going to be from now on. I own you. I own your body completely and intend to use it any way I damn well please. You’ll do what I say, when I say it. You can try to fight back, but I think we both know that it would just make things harder for you.”

His hand shot out faster than I could move and grabbed my hair. One second later he swung his other arm, now slapping me full force. The left side of my face exploded in pain and the force made me jolt to the side, yanking on my scalp.

Before I could recover he picked up my entire body like it was nothing and threw me halfway across the room. All the wind was knocked out of me. Without taking a moment’s pause, he strode over and proceeded to punch and kick me all over my body. I started out trying to fight back, but after a few seconds I just curled myself into a ball to protect myself.

Eventually, he stopped, long enough for me to risk a look. He was just standing there with his arms folded, the grin now looking psychotic and dangerous.

“Sit up, bitch.”

I mumbled “Yes, Sir,” and adjusted myself into a sitting position.

At that point I noticed that he had an erection he didn’t have a minute ago. Fully grown his cock was about 8 inches. It didn’t just look hard, though, it looked angry, red and dripping pre-ejaculate.

No way, I thought. He’s getting off on this?

“Suck my cock.”

I looked up, dumbfounded. After a moment of silence he punched me in the face.

“Let’s try this again. Suck. My. Cock!“

I couldn’t hide the whimper that came out. I thought of my girlfriend back home.

“N-No, Sir, p-please—”

“Oh-ho, that idea repulses you, doesn’t it? You’re straight as an arrow, ain’t ya? Well, I got some news for you, buddy. I don’t give a FUCK—”

As he roared that word he round-kicked me in the ribs.

“—what you think you want! You’re furniture. You don’t get a choice.”

In spite of myself I felt tears form, due to pain as well as despair.

He sat down next to me, and placed my body into his lap. He gently petted my hair and cooed into my ear.

“It’s okay, pet. I know this is hard to swallow. The fact of the matter is, though, that you’re my slave. You will suck my dick on command and love it. Still, it’s your first day, and I’m feeling nice, so I’ll give you a choice.”

He stroked my cheek gently.

“You could either be a good little servant and blow me, or I could just keep hitting you. As you’ve noticed, you being in pain is a major turn on for me. I probably won’t have to hurt you too much more.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“I’d rather you hit me than me suck your cock, Sir.”

He smiled.

“Aw, you’re adorable! Breaking you is gonna be so much fun!”

He stood back up and got back to assaulting me. Like my torture in the chair when I first got captured, he didn’t break any bones or knock out any teeth, but I was still in a world of hurt. After a few minutes more, he shot, making sure his come landed all over me. All he needed to achieve orgasm was my suffering.

He laughed. “Clean up, you little slut. It only gets worse from here. See you later, slave.”

He walked out as I lay on the floor, finally allowing myself to cry.

*****

I washed his spunk off and got back into bed. I knew I had bruises all over my body. I felt like I had a heart attack when I heard the door open a few hours later. He approached, and I backed against the wall. To my surprise, however, when he laid his hands on me his touch was gentle. He simply looked around my naked body, examining the bruises. He went to the cabinet and came back with a pill bottle. After showing me it was a pain reliever he handed me two pills and left. I guess he was back in quiet mode. He gave me food and water and just walked out again.

I hesitated to take the pills, but did anyway, since they looked like an over the counter medicine I’d used before. Mostly I just thought about the bizarre game the man was playing with me.

What is this bastard doing?

I had no idea what time it was, but I felt tired, so I decided to take a nap. In the facility, the lights were always on. I had gotten used to the light and fell asleep easily.

*****

What’s that sound?

It occurred to me that something woke me up. I opened my eyes and was jolted awake completely by the sight of the man standing by my bed.

Wait…was he crying?

Indeed, the man who not long before had beat me senseless was crying, sobbing, whimpering. Earlier he puffed out his chest and flexed, but now his body language was the opposite, like he was trying to make himself look small.

He heard me stirring and looked up at me.

“Master, you’re awake…” His voice was the opposite of how it had been, too. It went from deep and harsh to quiet and more feminine.

Wait, Master?

I sat up.

“What do you want?” A split second later I realized that I hadn’t called him “Sir,” but he had no reaction to that.

He got down on his knees.

“Please, Master. I need you to punish me. I need you to hurt me.”

What the fuck?

This had to be a trick or something.

“No. Go away.”

He whimpered.

“B-but Master, I n-need you. I need p-punishment.”

He was shaking now, like he was scared of me.

“I said no. Get out.”

He took a few deep breaths and steadied himself.

“Master, forgive me for my insolence, but I was sent to you by our captors. They want you to punish me when I ask you to. They’ll hurt you if you don’t.”

Suddenly I hated this side of the guy as much as I hated him in Beast Mode.

“Please, Master. I’ll do anything you ask.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Punch yourself in the fa—”

Halfway through that word he swung and landed a decent punch on his cheek.

Holy shit. He was being serious. How far was he willing to take this?

“Get me out of here.”

He shook his head, tears making his eyes shiny.

“I’m so sorry, Master, but I can’t. I don’t have the key to my cell.”

I folded my arms.

“Then you have nothing for me. Go away.”

That was the one order he was fine with just ignoring.

“I need you to hurt me. Make me suffer. Don’t you want me to be in pain?” That mewling little voice was starting to get on my nerves.

He’s got a point, a voice in my head said. He’s begging you to hurt him. Pay him back for earlier.

I still resisted. I wanted to be better than this psycho.

“Please, Master. I know you hate me. Show me your hatred. Punish me. Have you not suffered enough?”

The fact that he had the nerve to say that pushed me over the edge.

“Fine,” I spat. “You want punishment? Here’s your punishment!”

I was in a weak state, so I aimed for the sensitive zones on his body. I jabbed him square in the throat and kicked right at his exposed testicles. He yelped and I punched him right between the eyes. He fell backward and I stomped hard on his face. To my disgust he opened his mouth and licked the sole of my foot. I kicked him again.

I got up and straddled his torso, punching his face over and over. He kept making that disgusting whimpering sound, a sound I hated more and more with every passing second. I needed him to stop. I needed him to shut up now.

Both of my hands went to his throat and I squeezed, strangling him. After a few seconds I felt movement under my body. With horror I realized that he was getting hard.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You like getting hurt now?”

“Please, Master,” he croaked out. “Degrade me. Call me the waste of flesh I am.”

The fact that he wanted me to hurt him made me want to stop, but I was too mad at that point. I just squeezed harder. A few seconds later he came, semen splashing on me and the floor. He left me alone the last time he got off, so I stood.

He crawled over to the come on the floor and licked it up. He turned to me.

“Master, let me clean you.”

He crawled over and licked his release off my leg. When he was done he prostrated himself.

“Thank you, Master.”

I spat on him.

“Get the fuck out of my sight.”

He nodded eagerly and walked out.

I was confused, pissed, and a little scared, but most of all I was just tired. I had nothing but time here. I could think about what just happened later. In the meantime I went back to sleep.

*****

I probably slept for a while before the door opening woke me up again. He was back to being silent, giving me my breakfast. Instead of leaving, though, he just sat down against the wall on the other side of the room.

I glowered at him. Try as I might, I couldn’t wrap my head around what his strategy was, if he had one at all. Sometimes he was completely docile, sometimes he was a ruthless monster, and sometimes he was a sniveling little insect begging to be crushed. Nothing in my life prepared me for something like this.

I ate my food, and when I finished he stood up. I looked at him and saw his change in posture. My fears were confirmed when he spoke in that rough, cruel voice.

“It’s great to see you again, bitch!” He almost spat with all the contempt he put into that last word. “It’s time for your training to begin!”

He yanked me out of my bed and pinned me to the floor. He put his weight on my chest and legs. My arms were too weak to move him. I was at his mercy.

“You see, pup, I’m not just your Master. I’m your God. I gave you life, and I can take it away.”

He grabbed my arm and started applying pressure, pain growing.

“Your bones are mine. If I wanted to, I could break them, no problem.”

He choked me, cutting off my air completely.

“The air you breathe is mine. You only take your next breath because I let you.”

He shoved his hand on my face and forced open one of my eyes. He bent down and licked it, me writhing underneath him. He put a finger right against the exposed, vulnerable eyeball.

“I’m the one who allows you to see. Just think, I could gouge your eye out so easily right now.”

He moved his head closer.

“Just imagine, pup. Imagine my finger grinding your eyeball into jelly. So much pain, and I’m the only one who can save you from it.”

I whimpered. He got right against my ear and he spoke in a quiet but clear voice.

“Don’t you see why resistance is futile? You can’t hurt me. You’re like a bug to me. You should be grateful. It’s only out of the goodness of my heart that I don’t end your pathetic life right here and now.”

Once he pulled back, I did what I could to hide my fear, not letting it creep into my expression. He turned my head to the side and shoved his fingers down my throat, scraping my uvula until I vomited. He just kept doing that again and again, until my throat was on fire and I couldn’t do anything but dry heave.

“You think you ate some food a few minutes ago, but you’re wrong. I’m the one who let you eat that food, and I just took it away from you. Imagine, I could just keep doing that, taking all your food, until you become malnourished. You’d die a slow and painful death of starvation, no matter how much food you ate.”

He straightened up.

“You know your place now, so I expect no resistance. Any hint of reluctance will be punished harshly. Do you understand me, pup?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

He grinned. “That’s a good little boy. I’m so proud of you. I got you a present, slave.”

He got me up and put me against the wall.

“Kneel.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He held his rock-hard dick.

“Me cleaning you out was part of your present, pet. Now I can fuck your face, and even if you heave, nothing will come out. Isn’t that just wonderful?”

My eyes widened and he kneed me in the gut.

“I SAID: am I not such a kind master to do that for you?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir. Th-thank you.”

Without ceremony he held my head with both his hands and shoved his cock into my mouth.

“Yes! Take it, bitch!”

I felt my jaw straining to open far enough. He thrusted deeper and deeper until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged hard.

“Open up, you whore! The sooner your throat learns the shape of my cock, the better.”

He shoved harder, eventually breaking through and getting all 8 inches down my throat. I could barely breathe, and felt like I was vomiting continuously. He fucked my face, using my mouth and throat as an object. He was so much stronger than me that I couldn’t fight back.

“You will love the way this feels before you know it, boy! Once I break you and mold you into a good little slave, my cock will be the only thing you want to eat!”

Tears poured down my face. I was angry, but fear and even shame was overpowering that emotion. He laughed, thrusting harder when he saw my misery.

“Yes, yes, that’s it! THAT’S FUCKING IT RIGHT THERE!”

He shot, come launching down my throat.

“SWALLOW IT ALL, BITCH!!” He roared.

I was on the ground now, trying to catch my breath. I was shaking, crying, whimpering.

“Look at you. You’re pathetic. You’re barely even human.”

I felt anger well up inside me. It felt good. I wanted the anger.

I raised my head and did my best to stare daggers at him.

“You did this to me!” My voice was hoarse and raspy.

He kicked me again and sat down.

“No, pet. You did this to yourself. You’ve always been my servant and are only in pain right now because you don’t want to accept it.”

He stroked my face with mock tenderness.

“Don’t you see, pup? I’m not hurting you. I’m trying to help you. I just want you to know who you really are. Let daddy take care of you.”

I took a deep, ragged breath.

“Fuck you!”

He just smiled.

“If you want to prolong your suffering, that’s no skin off my nose. It will just make your eventual surrender all the more satisfying.”

“I’ll never surrender to you.”

“It’s so cute that you think you have a choice!”

He walked to the other side of the room and sat against the wall again. I went to the sink and drank some water. I was about to take a piss when I heard movement behind me.

He was on his knees now. He started whimpering again.

“Please, Master, please punish me.” It was the high-pitched voice now.

The moral part of my brain was completely taken over by my rage. I wanted this man in pain. I walked up to him and raised my fist.

I paused. No, I couldn’t just hit him again. That’s not nearly enough. Inflicting just that amount of suffering on him was rewarding him. No, no, I needed something else. I thought, trying to come up with the most cruel and unusual punishment I could think of. Something popped into my head, an idea so strange and malicious I should have been disgusted with myself. Maybe a part of me was, but I also felt pride. I remembered how he licked my eye, how horrible that felt.

“Hold open your eye. Keep it open and stay still.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

I put my dick right up to it and started pissing into his eye.

He shrieked, wailing in pure agony. He pleaded, begged me to stop, but I knew he loved it. He held himself still and took my urine. His cock was hardening. I pushed forward, so the jet slammed right against his eyeball. He screamed even louder and exploded into orgasm. He fell backward, and I finished pissing on his body.

He held his hand over his tainted eye and looked at me.

“Th-thank you. I deserved that.”

“You’re goddamn right you did.”

Then, all of a sudden his head gave this little twitch, and he acted like he just now noticed the pain. He stood up and went to the sink, silently washing out his eye.

Wait a minute…

This man could change everything about his demeanor within a moment, switching between these three personas he’d displayed to me. It seemed almost random. Could it be…?

Once he was done he silently looked over my body. He glanced at the pile of vomit a few feet away and got some antacid from the medicine cabinet.

The theory I had formed was bizarre, but it explained everything. For the first time, I talked to him while he was in silent mode.

“Those…other two…they aren’t…you, are they?”

His face fell and he nodded.

He walked out while I sat there, reeling. This man didn’t just change up his demeanor, he had two alternate personalities, one a sadist and the other a masochist. At the beginning, I assumed that he was one of the “crazies” the guards were talking about, but no. He was all of them.

I started crying. I had to remind myself to stay strong. The way I happily tortured the masochist was me showing weakness. I needed to hold on to my humanity. If I gave in and became a demon like the sadist, they would have finally broken me.

Just hold on, I told myself. This won’t go on forever.

I knew that I was right about that, but the world outside this cell suddenly seemed like a pipe dream, a distant memory. Feeling the lowest I had ever felt, I tried to sleep, to get a break from the hell my life had become.

*****

My life with the three men in one body continued. In my head I just ended up calling them the sadist, the masochist, and the human. Whatever those two alternate personalities had went beyond simple kinks. Those two legitimately scared me.

On the subject of kinks, the sadist and the masochist had every single kink I’d ever heard of and several others I hadn’t heard of. They certainly kept me on my toes, at least. They’d leave, or another personality would take over, after the one in charge came, but it was awful while it was happening.

One time the sadist called me “son” and demanded that I refer to him as “Daddy.”

I resisted the idea until he punched me in the throat.

“Son, listen to your Daddy. I’ll punish you if you don’t do what I say.” He raised his fist again.

“No, please! I’ll be good, Daddy.”

He smiled. “That’s a good little boy. Still, you’ve been bad recently. You need punishment. On my knee, son.”

I hesitated, and he grabbed my arm, forcing me onto his lap, pinning me so that my bare ass was in the air and I couldn’t move.

“Son, I’m going to spank you now. You will count every single strike and thank me each time. Are we clear?”

Just do what he says. The faster he gets off, the sooner he leaves you alone.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He raised his hand and brought it down on me.

SMACK!!

“One. Thank you, Daddy.”

SMACK!!

“Two. Thank you, Daddy.”

The spanking kept going, getting more difficult as it continued. He aimed for one specific spot, right where my butt met my left thigh, and he didn’t hold back. It got harder and harder to count, to speak. By spank number 27 I was shaking. By spank number 43 I was crying.

After 59, he came hard.

“Lick me clean, son.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I forced myself to lick up his spunk. I hated the way it tasted, not due to the flavor, but due to how pathetic it made me feel.

He ruffled my hair.

“That’s a good boy. I’m proud, son. What do you say to your Daddy?”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

Another time, the masochist crawled in on his hands and knees. When he saw me he barked happily like a dog. He scampered over and started licking my toes. I kicked him reflexively.

He whined and made a desperate noise. He sat on his knees and whimpered with his hands held in front of him, begging just like how a dog would.

I narrowed my eyes.

“I’m tired. I’m not in the mood to beat you.”

He whined again.

I hated the masochist almost as much as I hated the sadist. He was so annoying and needy, and I didn’t like how it made me feel when I punished him. It made me feel like I was becoming the sadist. Still, it was better to play along.

“Lick my entire body. Worship it, you little shit.”

He yipped and went to town on the dirty soles of my feet. He was enjoying himself, so the submission was at least doing something for him. He snuffled, licked, and nuzzled my body, worshipping it with his face. He’d bark happily and pant like a dog. Once he got to my cock he aggressively nuzzled it, lightly putting it in his mouth. I smacked him.

“Bad dog! Don’t touch that!”

He whimpered, but did move on to another part of me.

A few minutes later he held on and started humping me. I told him to stop and he didn’t listen. I pushed him away and he fell to the ground, which is when he shot. He licked up his mess and left.

*****

I was in pain most of the time and uncomfortable nearly all the time, but it only really got bad at one session with the sadist.

He was whistling merrily when he burst in.

“Oh, boy, today’s a good day, and you know why, bitch?”

“No, Sir.”

“Today’s the day I’m finally gonna fuck you!”

My eyes widened. I moved by reflex, scrambling, even though I had nowhere to run.

“Where do you think you’re going, boy?”

He tackled me and pinned me down, laying on my stomach.

He licked and nibbled at my ass cheek. He bit down harder and I screamed. For the first time, I called for help.

“Somebody help me! Please!”

He grabbed my head and slammed it down on the ground.

“Nobody is gonna hear you, boy. Shut the fuck up!”

He spread my cheeks and exposed the most private part of my body.

“Such a nice little virgin hole. I’m gonna make it mine.”

I squirmed, desperately trying to escape. He bashed me in the head again.

“You know, for furniture, you sure do move a lot.”

He talked calmly, but kept hitting me all over my body.

“Where was I? Oh yes, I was going to rip open your little boy cherry and take what’s mine.”

I felt the head of his cock against my anus.

“Please, Sir, I’ll do anything! Stop!”

He got down and growled in my ears.

“There’s nothing you have to give me besides your body. Calm down or this will hurt even more.”

He was right. I couldn’t escape. Tears streaming down my face, I forced myself to still.

He sensed the surrender in my body and laughed.

“Ha-ha, looks like somebody finally knows their place!”

I felt immense pressure on my hole, getting more and more intense, until there was a pop I felt more than heard. I screamed.

“That’s it! You’re mine now!”

His pre-ejaculate provided some lubrication, but for the most part it was completely dry. My passage felt like it was on fire. I felt like I was being split in half.

He pushed himself deeper into me. He was blocked by something and just pushed harder, then harder. Something inside me ripped and horrific pain exploded from within my body. His progress continued until I felt him bottom out. I was crying uncontrollably.

He got down so he was on top of me.

“You’re my bitch now.”

He started moving. It was so painful, so humiliating. Over the next few minutes he moved easier due to lubrication from pre-ejaculate, and as I later found out, blood. I whimpered, trying to think about something, anything, besides what he was doing to me.

After what felt like an eternity, he sped up.

“I’m gonna come, boy. I’m gonna breed your boy-cunt and make you mine. I’ll turn you into the little sissy you are.”

All I could do was mewl weakly.

“FUCK!”

He shot inside me, making him a part of me in a way nobody else had before. I cried harder. He ripped himself out of me.

“The first fuck is always the hardest,” he said. “It gets easier. You’ll be begging for it soon enough.”

He kicked me before leaving.

I don’t know how long I lay there, crying, my body filled with my spilled blood and that monster’s seed. I didn’t feel like a man anymore. I didn’t even feel like a human anymore. I was swallowed whole by the pain, wallowing in my hurt and anger.

I must have been at it a while, because he walked back in, now as the masochist. He sat down beside me.

“Master, I know what he did to you.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Please, Master. Rape me. You’ll feel better.”

He said that word so easily, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like the sadist hadn’t destroyed a part of me that I’d never be able to get back.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Just leave me alone.”

“Rape me. I know you want to.”

Somebody like the masochist wouldn’t be able to understand. I didn’t even think it was possible to rape a person who asked for it. I didn’t want to hear his voice. I didn’t want to see the face of the person who did such a horrible thing to me.

“Go away. Please.”

He started stroking my body.

“This is just the first time. He’ll do it again and again. You won’t be able to stop him.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up…

“Master, I can make you feel better. Give me your pain.”

The masochist was no fool. He knew how to press my buttons, make me want to hurt him. He got close and said what pushed me over the edge

“How did that not affect you? You were sodomized. Don’t you care?”

I snapped. This man needed punishment. He needed to hurt.

I swung and hit him in the face as hard as I could. I shakily got to my feet.

“How fucking dare you,” I growled. “This is all a game to you, but not to me. You know what happened and you use it as an excuse to get your rocks off? You’re disgusting! You’re as bad as the sadist!”

I kicked him in the ribs.

“Please, Master, show me your hatred. Fuck me! Rape me!”

I flipped him over so he was on his stomach. I needed to figure out how to rape a man who wanted to be raped. I needed to find a way immediately.

I pushed a finger into his ass as hard as I could. He screamed.

“I wouldn’t even rape you,” I spat. “I’d never put my cock in a piece of filth like you!”

I added another finger and shoved it in and out as roughly as possible. If I could make it hurt enough, I could still rape him. I could still hurt him. I could still win!

I added the next to fingers at once. It didn’t go in at first, but when I pushed more I felt something rip. He screamed, and it sounded more real than any scream he’d given me yet.

I grinned. “Yes, feel my pain! Scream!”

I shoved my fingers in and out, pleased to see blood on my fingertips. Still, it wasn’t enough. It needed to hurt more.

I added my thumb and shoved all my fingers in. I felt like I was ripping him open. I pushed, harder, harder, and harder until my entire fist was inside of him. He was writhing in agony. This was a pain even the sadist would feel! Finally, I could hurt him, too!

I yanked my fist out as hard as I could, ripping even more of him. He shrieked and shot the biggest load I had ever seen from anyone.

Then, like a switch was flipped, he started laughing. I could tell that the sadist just took over.

“Shit, kid. You really did a number on the little whelp!”

He stood up and grunted, grabbing his swollen, bleeding asshole.

“Fuck, that actually hurts a little.”

He stretched.

“You had to have enjoyed that. Nobody who didn’t could have done that much damage.”

With horror I realized he was right. I reveled in the masochist’s pain, like how the sadist reveled in mine. I felt dirty, evil.

“No,” I lied. “I’m not like you!”

He squinted at me. “No, you’re right, pup. You’re nothing like me.”

He grabbed me and lifted me up by my throat, clear off the ground.

“You make me sick, you know that? You act all high and mighty when really, you’re a sissy bitch who wants pain. Even the whelp is better than you, at least he admits what he is!”

I could barely breathe.

“You think you have free will, but you don’t. Nobody does. In this world, there are puppets, and people with the resolve to become puppet masters.”

His dark, evil eyes bored into me.

“You’re still resisting. You still think you can get out of this with your supposed morality intact.”

He squeezed a little more.

“That’s not how this works, bitch. You don’t have a will of your own. You only exist because I want you to.”

My oxygen-starved brain filled with fear. There was a tiny part of me that believed him.

“You don’t exist. Not really. You’re just a toy I created to pass the time. I could wish you away and you’d disappear. You’re fading away right now.”

He was right. I was starting to black out. My life was in his hands.

He grinned. “Ah, now I can see the fear in your eyes. You’re finally starting to break. I think I’ve made my point.”

Right before everything went dark he twitched and dropped me. I crashed to the floor, gasping. I looked up to see that he was the human again. He had both hands over his mouth and his eyes were wide.

I didn’t want another person to see the state I was in. I turned away and tried to stifle my tears.

After a minute or so I felt his hand on my shoulder. He never said anything, just put his hand on my shoulder to calm me. Once I recovered somewhat he gently pulled me to my feet and brought us to the shower. We both had dried blood and semen on us.

Gently, he rubbed me clean in the water and moved on to himself. I felt horrible. I put this person in so much pain, and he didn’t deserve any of it. I was only thinking of myself.

He went to the medicine cabinet and got some cream for both of us to put on and in our holes. He started to leave, but I needed to talk to him.

“Wait.”

He stopped and looked at me curiously. I hardly ever talked to him, hardly even acknowledged his existence. He walked over and I felt shame burning inside of me.

“I…I hate the other two. I hate them both so much.”

He nodded, either in understanding or agreement.

“But I don’t hate you. You’ve been kind to me. I acted like you didn’t matter, like you weren’t affected by my actions. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and gave me a little smile. I started to cry at his forgiveness.

He put his arm around my shoulder and patted my back lightly, wanting to comfort me. It was too much. I didn’t deserve it.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry!”

He made a little shhh noise. This man, this human had been nothing but caring towards me and I responded by treating him like shit. This couldn’t go on. I had to change things somehow.

“I don’t w-want to spend all my l-life hating. It’s wearing me out. It almost t-turned me into one of them.”

He petted my hair lovingly.

“Please, I n-need a friend. I need to love. I d-don’t want to be alone anymore.”

He hugged me tighter and I almost came undone, but I pulled myself together for his sake.

“You’re a prisoner here, too. Those two torture you just like they torture me. We’re in the same boat. Please, be my ally. Be a friend.”

He nodded. When he gave me the softest, sweetest kiss on the forehead I was so happy I started crying again. He walked us to the bed and sat us down. I cried like a baby in his arms.

“Thank you s-so much. I don’t d-deserve your forgiveness.”

He shushed me again. Once I calmed down, he got up.

“No!”

He turned to me.

“Please…stay a little while longer.”

He nodded and sat on my bed. I felt drowsiness fill my body. I smiled and laid down. I finally felt the slightest amount of safety with him close to me. Within a minute I was asleep.

*****

The human was gone when I woke up. I was sad at the thought. I considered knocking on the door separating our two cells, but figured he left for a reason. It wasn’t like he could go far, anyway.

For the first time in forever, I started feeling a little better about my situation. I had a friend now. I wasn’t alone anymore. I could do this. I…no, we were gonna make it out of this.

A few hours later, the door opened, but unfortunately, it wasn’t the human. It was the masochist.

Wait…did he and the sadist know about what happened between the human and me? Would it affect them? Actually, come to think of it, neither of them ever said anything to even acknowledge the human’s existence. They mentioned each other, but not the person usually in control of that body.

“Please, Master,” the masochist whined. “Punish me.”

I thought for a moment. I felt horrible about what I did to my new friend. I didn’t want to cause too much damage anymore.

“Hold your breath.” I ordered. “Make yourself pass out.”

He wrung his hands together.

“As you wish, Master, but…don’t you want more? Don’t you want my suffering?”

I tried to spin that a different way before he put two and two together.

“No, I want you to prove your submission to me.”

“But why? You know I’ll always do what you ask. Could it be you’re afraid to damage this body?”

Fuck. He knows.

“Why are you talking back to me? Follow my orders!”

“Okay, Master…”

He paused.

“I’ll count.”

Wait, count what?

After a second he grabbed his left pinkie and broke it.