Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 12:32:00 |
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Current location: | Silent Hill? |
Current mood: | accomplished |
Entry tags: | blood, gore, henry, sex, walter |
Fiction.
Here is my very first fiction for SH.
Tile: A Demented Calling
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: Henry has had a busy day but his mind wanders to the hole in the bathroom. That leads him to something he doesn't want to think about or dream about.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to Konami.
A Demented Calling
There were days when Henry did not wish to move from the bed of his apartment 302. These days made life hard and sluggish. Light brown hair being moved around to where the man could see without any strands within those eyes. Hazel green hues glancing up at the ceiling as he lays upon the bed. Those past nights had been rather frightening. How could he begin to comprehend this feeling. Dread?
Shock? Loneliness?
A soft whisper came to him a few nights back. It felt as if he
were with someone on the bed. "Those eyes..."
Henry was reading an article in the journal of his. It seemed to have been a busy day for the photographer. He didn't think about removing his clothes as he was exhausted from a hard day.
~*~
Tuesday... Henry was sitting upon his chair inside the living room as he watched the t.v. No static so far at the moment. No haunting. Those hazel green eyes glance to the news reporter on the t.v. as she reports about another death within the forest near by the burnt down Orphanage. Eyes slowly shut as he remember that night... It was a dream. Or it felt that way.
"In his world, it was real... He made it real." Henry whispered to himself. He tries to confirm his thoughts. Thanks to the amount of Holy Candles Joseph had given Henry within hints of, the man found each to protect the apartment.
Sadly...the affects did not last. It seemed his current candle was flickering. The windows near him beginning to bang along the seal. Looking up from the t.v. he noticed the windows. That sudden headache. "Aaagh! N-not again!" Henry drops the remote and holds his head. A soft voice whispers to him. "You wouldn't have to deal with this pain if you just hand yourself over."
"Whose there!" Henry exclaims before jumping out of the chair and looking behind him.
Nothing was there. Didn't he just feel as if someone was taking him by the shoulders. Only one way to figure things out. "...The hole..."
The man moves swiftly to the bathroom as he moves over to the huge hole that has been within his bathroom next to the sink. Henry was having some doubts about this. He always had doubts of going through into the hellish world of Walter's. That voice once again urged him on.
"Go on..." It was a man's voice. One that Henry knew all too well. It made chill bumps run along his arms. "I d-don't think -- " Henry tries to get the words out.
"You don't understand anything yet... Stalling will only render that one thought." Walter says in his deep voice.
"But what if I don't want this?" Henry chokes out weakly. A voice echoing through the hole to him. "Find out..." Henry took what little he had mentally and moves his body through the hole which would bring him out somewhere...
~*~
Eyes slowly opening as he lays along the damp grounds of the Water Prison. A place even he can hate. Henry felt lightheaded as he sat up. Hazel green optics glancing around the surroundings of the cylinder Hell-hole. "W-What? Here?" Andrew wasn't in that Cell. There were no cries for help. Henry could hear footsteps. So soon? He wasn't in those cells where he could hear the walking from above. A gasp was choked back as he heard breathing. Those steps drawing closer. "...!" The man scrambles to move.
"A-!" He slips on a Tremor. The nasty worms making him trip almost hitting his face against the ground. Thankfully, hands caught his fall.
That voice called out as the footsteps got closer. "Henry. Henry. Henry... So clumsy." It was more of an odd welcome back from the angel that haunted him more than comforted. Walter giving his grin as he eyes the photographer. "What? No thank you?" He nods to that seeing as Henry was a bit in shock still. "Wondering about the man you saw here before?" Walter continues on. "W-what? You mean...Andrew?" Henry got out finally. Walter gives a nod.
"...Yes. That fat fuck! You want to know where he is?" Walter hisses in anger yet remains composed.
"I'm almost afraid to ask." Henry responds a bit nervous. The man stepping back and without a weapon, he was harmless. Walter however...
"I'll show you what happened to Andrew..." A strong grasp took Henry by the shoulder as Walter instructed the brunette to follow. A gun was pointed right at his back. Henry feeling himself being that weak being that he was once again. "...I'm going." He whispers to Walter. "...But where?"
Henry was once again being played within this shaded game. Walter still needed Henry to die. He needed Richard to die. He needed Eileen to die. He needed all the key players to perish. But... Not yet for his Receiver of Wisdom. "I'll lead you..." Walter states to the weaker man within his possession. The barrel of the magnum pressed against the back of Henry. Henry felt the strong hold upon his shoulder tighten as Walter made the brunette move along the damp path.
Footsteps having a squish like sound within the water upon the floor. First level of the prison. The two walked silently within the winding halls of this Hell. Henry's heart was beating against his chest. His back was stiffening as he continued on with Walter behind him. There was a strong scent of decaying flesh and blood in the air. The double-heads stay back within the hall as they notice Walter. A few enemies indeed. One that Henry did not wish to be killed by.
~*~
"I really don't want to do this, Walter..." Henry tries to protest against the killer. Hands clenched at his sides as he walks inside the room where the same kind of portal-way hole was in the wall. Those two doors on either side of the room. "Pick the one you know of..." Walter instructs Henry. It was a confusing command as well.
"N-no?" Henry questions his answer.
"You don't have control in this situation, Henry. You are the one whom has to follow the orders." Walter growls lowly at the weaker man. The gun once again being jabbed into the man's back like a dirty reminder.
This was already a nightmare to Henry. He disliked this place. He despised this world he was in. He truly... Henry's thoughts stop as he turns and takes the left door. This would lead towards the kitchen area of the prison. Why did Henry stop? He was going to say within his mind that he disliked Walter but... Coughing quietly he groans at his fork in the mental road. 'I... I can't say I dislike him...'
"Good job, Henry." Walter praises the other man as they continue down the long winding halls to a certain stop. They had to go down the ladder to get to the double doors. "Go." Walter commands.
"Walter..." Henry starts but that is soon stopped when the gun presses again. "..." Henry slowly descending down the ladder into the hallway here.
After the two reach ground, Walter once again prods Henry onward. Steady steps leading the two straight to those doors finally. Henry sighs softly as he quietly reaches for the handle to the door on the right. 'Why am I doing this?' Walter got the gun up and cocks it as he waits. This was not a good sign to the weaker of the two. Henry opens the door to reveal a swarm of Toadstools. The horrible looking plant like fungus. There were sudden sounds of gun shots as Walter takes them out. One by one. "Weak, Henry."
"..." Henry tenses up as he hears this. "I don't have a weapon like you do!" He shouts out as it echoes within the hall.
Walter takes that shoulder of Henry's and soon the next as he shoves the weaker man up against the wall. The mildew dampened wall that was cold and slimy to the touch. Hazel green eyes widen in horror as Walter pins Henry against the wall. "What was that?" Walter asks in a mocking way. The gun being waved within Henry's face. "You forgot who you are dealing with, Henry... Let me remind you." A cruel reminder that this was reality in its own light. A gun shot was heard as its bullet exited the gun and went through Henry's left shoulder. "Aaah...! D-damn..." Henry cries out as the pain hits hard.
"..W-Walter... You..." He tries to get the words out as tears begin to swell up within those eyes.
Walter had no signs of pity for the other man. Henry was a soon to be victim. "...Get up." He aims the gun at the other shoulder. "Get up."
Henry glances up to the other man as Walter was being serious. Those green eyes pleading for the other not to shoot. "...I'm moving..." He mutters quietly.
Walter gives a cold stare at his prey as he helps Henry up with a rough start. The taller male pulling Henry along and pushing him inside the disgusting kitchen. Blood was along the floor. Fresh blood and writing in blood along the walls. The light was flickering as it was hard enough to see in there. The words upon the walls were hard to make out: All is for her. All is for Mother. This will be for you. Mother. The words written over and over. This was Walter's doing... "You're mad..." Henry whispers quietly.
~*~
"You want another wound to match that one?" Walter asks as if he was wanting to do the same action over again. That was something Henry did not need.
"No. Please don't shoot again..." Henry pleads quietly with Walter as they walk through the one room and over to the locked doors.
"Password. NOW." Walter tugs Henry by the hair and pulls the man's back against his well formed chest. Dangerously close as the gun's barrel moves along the front of Henry's button up shirt.
"...U-uh..." Henry whimpers softly as the other tugs upon his hair. Henry thought he was going to melt against Walter. This close already? The man's heart thumping against his ribcage at this. After being released, Henry begins to press in the right numbers and letters. 'I hope I remember this correctly. I don't wish to be shot again. Please God. If there is one.' Henry pleads mentally as he finishes pressing in the code. The little light blinks green as the doors unlock.
"Good boy." Walter praises once again before leaning in towards Henry and reaching over as he opens the doors. "Best to close your eyes first. I want this to be..." His voice trailing off as he whispers within Henry's ear. "...a surprise."
Henry gulps as he hears Walter whisper. A surprise? Why did that send chills along his spine? Doing as instructed again, Henry closes his eyes. "...Ok." He mutters to Walter. The taller man takes the other by the right shoulder and leads inside the Torture Room. He was grinning like a devil cat. Walter was a bit mad if you looked at it. There upon the back wall was the decaying corpse of Andrew. The man who used to work here. "Ah... NOW! Open your eyes." Walter hisses softly in command to Henry. The doubts begin to pour in. Henry wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to keep them closed as well. The site before him would be something not needed to view. It would leave a mental scar upon the mind. The body of the tubby man was stretched out to the point where bones were tearing away from the sockets. The flesh... That was a new topic. Once again, Walter's lovely carvings were etched into the body of Andrew. The numbers... Plus...: A present for you, Henry. May this give you the dreams you need to have to be with me.
The eyes of the body had been scooped out obviously and the sockets sewn shut. Mouth was wide open as teeth had been pulled ruthlessly. Blood was still oozing out from the nose and mouth. Blood was everywhere along the body. The nails had been ripped off from the fingers. Not only were they off, but a few fingers were removed from the joints and hung up over the corpse like a toy above a child's crib. Everything upon Andrew was something that made the body tense. The corpse was damaged beyond recognition. This was a surgeon here... Walter had been in the business of doctors before.
If he didn't get this over with now, he would never live through this. Hazel green eyes slowly open as he looks up to the stretched out corpse. Henry stumbles back against Walter as he looks on in horror. "...MY GOD! W-Walter..."
"Isn't it beautiful, Henry?" Walter hisses softly to the weaker man. "I did it for you! I did it all for you! The fat fucker deserved this type of ending!" There can a maniacal laugh as Walter shoves Henry towards the rotting corpse. "READ!"
Henry yelps as he is shoved right into the corpse. Eyes widen as he stumbles back a bit after bumping into Andrew's dead body. "Oh god!" He shivers as his body tenses. The voice behind him telling him to read. Walter was demanding this. Henry opens his eyes as he reads. "WALTER! That's sick!" He cries out as he finishes reading.
~*~
There was little time to flee or move away. Walter takes Henry by both shoulders and pushes the weaker being up against the cold metal table. His button down shirt pressing against something wet upon this nasty rusted table. Something red. A hand running along the drying substance. Once he had dabbed fingers into the red liquid, he raises the hand to his face to examine. "...!" Blood. Of course. Walter must have had Andrew's dead body on here.
"Ugh!" He coughs harshly as he tries to wipe the blood off. Walter made little time of what he had with his prey. "This is a perfect place to have you in my hands, Henry. Literally..." He muses to the brunette before pinning Henry to the table and reaching down at the front sides to grab the leather straps.
"N-no... Walter!" Henry protests as his body is weighed down by the other's. Henry groans weakly as this was not comfortable at all.
"Shut it, Henry..." Walter commands as he finds both straps. First wrist to be bound was the left. He didn't care if the brunette was suffering from the bullet wound. The right wrist followed after.
"...Oh god..." Henry whispers to himself. Why was he stuck in this position? This had to be a demented dream! Oh... But his body yearned for Walter to touch him. The turmoil within was driving at him.
Walter purposely took his time to move along the front of Henry as he moves to get the ankle straps. Silent as he works and restrains both ankles within their leather binding. Soon enough, Walter discards those shoes of the silly man's away. No need for shoes.
Walter chuckles as he glances down to the restrained man. Silly Henry and his silly life. The man would soon be sacrificed into this story for Mother. Walter loved to watch his Receiver of Wisdom struggle though. Watch the people who are around him drop like flies in these 'dreams'. Walter moves up on his feet and walks over to the surgery tool stand. Grabbing up the two balls, he walks back over to Henry. "Want to know about the eyes?" He coos to the other man whom was strapped down.
"What if I say... No?" Henry whimpers as he tries to pull upon the leather straps that held his wrists to the table.
"Let's say, you don't have a choice." Walter held the eyes within his hand carefully before leaning over the brunette. "Keep your EYES open for this one." Walter prodded at Henry with those words.
The weaker of the two could do nothing. Well maybe something... But only shutting his eyes was the least he could do. Though Henry would like to keep his life. This was a bit unnerving. Walter leaning over Henry as he held the one hand out. Fingers now begin to uncover what was inside the hand. The smell itself was disgusting. It made the senses over load. "Ta da!" He laughs wickedly as he shows the eyes to Henry, in his face. "HE won't be watching over the children anymore! Will he?" More laughter coming from the killer as he tosses the eyes back onto the tool table.
Henry's eyes were wide as it is from that. To have someones eyes right there was very disturbing. "Aah! WALTER! STOP!" Henry shouts out as he didn't want any of this.
"Stop what?" Walter questions. "Stop what I'm doing?" He peers over his shoulder as he comes back over to the one table. "Stop this feeling... This desire?"
Henry's heart about stopped at hearing this. Hands coiling into fists as he sighs. ' "Don't you want this?" Walter's voice sounds inside of Henry's mind one cold night. Henry was left with little to say.'
"That's what I thought... So enjoy this." He says to Henry in a harsh tone. Walter moves over and grabs up a scalpel as he looks to Henry. "You may want to be still this will hurt if you aren't."
Henry did what the other said. He did not wish to be cut. Staying still upon the table, he waits for Walter to do what he was going to. The killer's dirty blonde hair with blood in it from his recent kills drapes down as he leans down and gently begins to slice open the button down shirt. Each button upon Henry's top shirt popped and fell to where ever they land. Walter continues to slice at the middle with wonderful precision as he finishes that. Walter places the scalpel down and leans back over Henry. There was still one shirt on. How bothersome.
"Why must you insist on wearing some silly white t-shirt on under that one top!" He spat out at Henry. That was just annoying. No worries... Walter would rid the man of that top as well.
"It's how I dress..." Henry states to the other.
Walter growls under his breath as he took up a pair of surgical scissors and moves hastily to the bottom of the t-shirt. He wastes no time in removing it from the other's chest. Snipping with ease as he cuts that one too down the center. The fabric of the white t-shirt ripping under the cold scissors' touch. Finally... There was no more obstacles for him with the upper body. Such a lovely skin tone Henry has. Pale skin all exposed along his chest. Walter begins to remove what he could away from Henry's chest.
~*~
"Ah. This is much better. Don't you agree?" Walter muses as he glances down to Henry. He would have to undo those ankles if he was to have a little fun with the man. Though... First he would play.
"Uhn... Walter... I'm really uncomfortable." Henry says in a softer voice. That was about all he could manage.
"Be uncomfortable. I didn't place you on this table for comfort." Walter states in a rather dulled voice. The killer looms in over Henry. Those green eyes of his glancing down to the skin before him. Fingers with rather dirty nails begin to roam along the offered flesh to him. Dragging nails sharply along the weaker man's chest. Raking down the pale skin at Henry's sides. The skin beginning to get irritated at the raking. Red lines running along those sides. " Christ!" Henry wails as those nails scrapes along his sides and along the chest. Walter was truly going to have his fun.
"Fuck! It hurts!" Henry was only spouting out things in general.
"Secretly you desired this... Henry." Walter hisses those words quietly just enough for Henry to hear.
Something within the underlining of those words made Henry's body freeze. 'Desire?' He questions in his mind.
Walter moves in with his mouth as he licks at the blood he had created along those scratches on Henry's chest. One specific trail was leading him right to a nipple. Perfect. That wet appendage dragging across Henry's skin until he reaches the nub. Slowly the tongue circles around the bud before running over it. Saliva covering the nipple before Walter takes it into his mouth with a rough bite. A pull and then he suckles upon it. The other nipple would get a fate far worse. Walter was enjoying how Henry's skin felt.
"You know... I wouldn't let that bitch try anything on you." Walter murmurs as he continues to suck upon the one nipple for the moment.
"Bitch?" Henry questions a bit curiously.
"Don't play dumb with me, Henry... You met her in the subway." Walter states in his unamused voice. The killer looking into those hazel green eyes.
It just so occurred to Henry who Walter spoke of. Cynthia... 'Cynthia...' He states in his mind. "...Why do you say that?" Henry asks.
Reaching over for the forceps, Walter grabs those up and leans in once again. The madman would not tell Henry anything. A dirty grin upon those lips as Walter took the forceps and moves them over to the other nipple. He squeezes and pinches the neglected nub within the hold of the forceps. Henry yelps in pain as he pulls upon the restraints that keep him down. One nipple was already bruised. It almost felt like the other was going to pull the nipple away from the skin. Walter continues to twist the nub within the hold of those forceps. Watching Henry's hurt expressions change now and again. This brought a sense of satisfaction to the killer.
Once he had his fun with that nipple, Walter removes the forceps and places them aside. The one nipple was swollen and red. He muses over his work before taking up the scalpel again. "My my... Time for some fun now..." Walter moves to the other's pants and before to slice at the fabric of the jeans along Henry's groin.
"A-ah! Be careful!" Henry protests as he tries to keep alive here.
Walter shushes Henry and gives an amused look. "Wait till you see what I have for you."
When the madman was finally done with the cutting up the fabric of those jeans, he grins. Boxers. He huffs in annoyance as this was the second time something was on under the other. "..."
Walter glowers as he takes those surgical scissors and cuts from the hem down alittle. Stopping there, he proceeds to rip the rest of the boxers off. By that time, he moves the other's hips up and wriggles those damned jeans off of Henry's hips. "I'll remove it all..." He growls.
Henry whines silently as he closes those eyes. His body shudders with each move of something surgical makes. The man knew this was like a demented nightmare. He knew how these would turn up if he did not make it. He would be dead... Maybe just like Andrew over there. A sudden cold tap of metal touches at the beginning of the belly button. The metal begins to cut into the skin as blood seeps from the new cut. Flinching within his restraints, Henry whimpers. "Oh...G-God..." He murmurs.
The second time the cold metal touches, it cuts down at the ending of the belly button. Another spot of blood seeping out. Walter was taking his time with the scalpel before he got then suction tube that would be big enough for something. That would come along with what he was soon to do. Taking the scalpel, he begins to cut a well defined straight line along the weaker man's stomach. A line going down.
~*~
Walter took out a bottle of alcohol. The type you would clean wounds with. This type burns and stings like a thousands of fire ants upon the skin. He introduces it to those eyes of his Receiver of Wisdom. "Look what I got~." He coos in a taunt.
Henry shivers as he could feel the warm blood sliding down along his sides. What really made him freak out was the fact, Walter was getting a kick out of this. Now the other man had alcohol in his hands. This would not be fun. This was not what he desired. The madman takes out a small set of retractors as he opens the cut up enough for this.
"N-no... Walter... Please stop. Please..." Henry pleads with Walter. His voice sounding pitiful.
"But Henry... If YOU don't want it to get infected... This is what is needed. Doctor knows best." He taunts Henry with that sadistic tone. Walter was once a doctor.
This was what scared Henry even more when he heard the last part. Before he had time to get words out into formed sentences, the alcohol was poured into the open cut. Only a few drops here and there along the cut. A loud cry coming from Henry as he moans in pain. Those leather straps tightening along the wrists and ankles. "Aaaahg! DAMN IT! Oooh..God..." Henry cries now to that. The searing pain would not end.
"That's right, Henry. Cry out. But don't place God into it." Walter says with a venomous touch.
"Instead... Cry my name out!" Walter demands Henry do so as he took up the scalpel again. "Cry my name! Shout it loud enough for all the demons and ghosts to hear!" He raves to the one under him.
Henry was beyond frightened. He wanted to be back on his bed... Henry wanted to be safe somewhere. But part of him kept him here as he had to dish out this torture. "NO! I won't!"
Walter cuts a well defined line across the one that had been cut down. Those green eyes soaked in the blood that begins to seep out of that cut. A hand coming down and digging nails into the cut he just made. This was all Henry's blood. It was beautiful. Henry looked beautiful when in pain. Walter took this note and had it filed away mentally. He loves to torment his poor Receiver of Wisdom.
"STOP!" Henry yells as the nails dig into his wound at Walter just made. God, this pain was great. But if the man could just hold on a little more... This nightmare would end. Something else would come out of this.
"Ready for round two?" Walter hisses within Henry's right ear. A nip soon to follow.
"R-round...t-two?" Henry chokes out in between sobs.
Walter took a second pair of small retractors and opens that cut up. Soon enough, he was dropping drops of alcohol into the opened cut. Those eyes were so focused on Henry. Watching his prey's expressions as the pain was handed to him each step of the way. "Everything comes with a price, Henry." Walter states as he watches.
Soon as that was done, he took the retractors out of both cuts and tossed them into the little bowl. Reaching down to the other's slightly hardened shaft, Walter coils those blood soaked fingers around the shaft at the base. Slowly ever did those finger move swiftly with the blood over the shaft. Up and down the fingers went as he tightens the grip around the slightly aroused penis. Blood was a good lubricant. Walter digging a nail into the slit at the top of Henry's penis. That only got yelps from the brunette. Such sounds Walter got to explore with.
"Aaah..." Henry groans weakly as Walter begins to stroke him.
"Yes Henry... Moan for me... Moan my name... I know you moan in your dreams." Walter explains as he instructs the other. He had caught the weaker man masturbating at times at night when Henry was alone. The man would call out his name so beautifully in those moans.
Henry froze once again as his body tenses. "...What?!" He chokes out the word before giving a small gasp as his shaft was squeezed.
~*~
Walter continues to stroke along Henry's shaft. Those eyes looking dangerously to the other. "Yes~." He coos to the one under him. "You masturbate to me every night you think of me." He explains to Henry whom was looking at him in disbelief.
Moaning softly again, Henry shook his head. This was not true. How did he know?! "That's not tr--"
"...Not true? You would be lying then, Henry." Walter explains as he leans down dangerously and laps at the head of the other's penis. He had smeared a good bit of blood on the top.
Henry arches his back as he felt the warm and moist appendage drape along over the top of his shaft. Moaning quietly he shivers. He dares not moan the other's name.
Walter wasn't giving up or backing down on his strokes. Instead, he was getting worse. More aggressive. More hungry for the brunette's release. Those fingers massage the underside of the shaft. Nails dug into the sensitive skin as he jerks and strokes faster. Those eyes giving such a cold stare as he watches his prey under him. Walter getting to hear the moans that spill out from those lips. Henry was certainly enjoying himself it seemed. Back was arched as his body tenses slowly with each jerk. Walter knew this was what Henry desired. Or was it? "Tell me... Do you want my to complete this?" Came the hiss of the madman in a lulled tone. Walter would get the answer from his prey. Oh yes... He would milk it from the other. So his actions become harsh. Squeezing at the top near the head of the shaft. Squeezing when he comes along the base.
Henry groans a bit louder as he shudders from such motions. His head turning to the side as he feels himself edge closer to that point. Walter was not showing any signs of easing up either. And to that question... 'Do I?' He asks mentally. Of course Henry wanted to be completed by Walter.
The killer knew it all along... Walter just wanted to hear the words from his beloved prey. Another jerk was given as he strokes without letting up or being easy. Fingers being harsh and nails digging into the sides as he did. Closer and closer to it was too late to turn back for Henry. Finally the brunette cries out as he releases his load. Walter grins as he makes the other's shaft face back and facing Henry's body. The cum spraying out upon the stomach and chest of Henry. His own cum being released all over his cuts and wounds. His body shaking within the leather straps.
"Now... Wasn't that nice?" Walter questions in a softer voice before leaning over the other. Lips roughly nipping at Henry's bottom lip. Walter laps up the bit of cum from the brunette's lips as he grins.
"...Oh... Oh...W-Walter..." Henry whines to the other man. His body still aches. More... Henry wanted more.
"Mm... Yes my Receiver of Wisdom?" Walter asks as he looks over his shoulder.
"...Please! Complete...me... Make this be something worth waiting for!" Henry pleads with the madman.
Walter chuckles as he glances down to his mistreated prey. The madman looking to those hazel eyes. They called to him. His Receiver of Wisdom... His Henry. Finally it was time for what he wants to do as well. Walter did not speak. He just did what he had in mind. It made people wonder. Slowly he begins to undo his pants and tug them down from his waist. Walter had a nice erection going on as he glances to Henry. The weaker of the two couldn't tell. Slowly he leans down and unclasps the straps to those ankles. Henry had did some damage to himself from straining in those leather straps.
~*~
Henry felt a slight release upon his ankles. "W-What's going...on?" He asks weakly.
Walter gave no sign of speaking to the other. The killer moves Henry's legs up as he discards the rest of those pants away from the man. Holding the bare legs up in the air, he thus begins to step up to the table where Henry was strapped. The madman keeping those legs up as he soon had each leg upon either of his shoulders.
"
W-Walter?" Henry calls to the other as his legs were lifted up and instructed to be placed upon those shoulders.
Still no sound from the other. Walter preps his hard shaft for entering the brunette's anus. He then thrusts his erect penis inside the tight confines of the other. A low groan being heard as Walter felt those tight walls inside of the other tense up around his erection. "Oooh..! FUCK! You're tight..." He groans lowly.
A sharp cry was heard as Henry was not expecting the other to be so cruel to him. The pain lasted over a minute as no lubricant was placed along Walter's own shaft. "Oooh...!" He cringes still as it throbs down at his anus. After a moment of letting it settle, Henry begins to feel a raw feeling as that penis inside of him moves out almost all the way before ramming back inside of him. "WALTER!" He cries out to the other. Wrists pull at the straps that still had them.
Walter continues to pump Henry harder and harder. Each thrust wracks the brunette's body as he moves with the thrusts. Walter groaning and hissing out words to the other. Words not even Henry could understand. "YES! Henry... You're beautiful.. Beautiful when you cry...!" He raises his voice as he kept his pace working at an incredibly harsh way. Blood was beginning to seep out of Henry's anus as Walter thrusts his erect penis in and out relentlessly. Never letting up. "GOD! You are so tight!" He raves on while fucking Henry with little to no remorse.
Henry was in tears as he felt the erect penis ram inside of him each time. Each thrust rubbing him raw. Henry cries out as he hears those words. Part of him wanted to scream and leave this world. That one part that was lulled into a sense of longing in this world for his killer...kept him here. "Mn! W-Walter!" He cries out once again to the killer.
"Fuck... You are so tight... I'm glad I didn't prepare you."
Walter muses as he pumps Henry's anus with his erection.
"W-why are you hurting me?" Henry asks the best he could as he sobs.
"Hurting?! Inside you wanted this... YOU desired this." Walter exclaims to his victim.
Walter continues to ram his penis inside of the brunette with full force. He ravages the inside of Henry with his erection. Walter's grip upon those thighs of the brunette tightening as he could feel himself draw closer to his own orgasm. This was just enough fuel to power the killer into a frenzy of lust and desire to hear more screams seep from those lips of the other. Blood was now coating his own penis as he knew just how hard and rough he rams his cock inside of the other. "Your...blood will help quicken this pace." He hisses to Henry whom was in tears. Wrists bound and bruised and beginning to bleed.
"Oooh...! Walter! WALTER!" Henry cries out to the other in distress as he felt himself get closer to his second orgasm.
Walter had a little surprise for the prey of his. If Henry thought he could release again in peace, he was sorely mistaken. Walter digs those dirty nails into the other's thighs as he rams his cock inside of the other's anus once again. Swift moves as he presses against the other's prostate once every so often. He would not allow his prey to release yet. Walter was relentless and a killer. Little made him feel remorse. Those green eyes of his watching the other man moan and sob as he was being pounded hard. Walter continues to work his shaft in and out now in a faster and vicious pace. His own release was about to hit. "Mmmn! GOD! YES! FUCK!" He howls out as he pounds Henry. The wounds that had been made earlier on were now aggravated and red. Blood oozing out from each cut that had been given.
Henry winces as the other shows no sign of slowing down. His body being wracked with each thrust. Each movement made his body jerk within the confines of the straps. "Mmmn! Oooh...GOD!" He cries out in pain and pleasure.
~*~
Walter cackles as he continues to thrust his throbbing cock inside of the other. Faster and harder. Rougher and rougher... He takes his shaft out almost completely before ramming it inside of Henry one last time and digs those nails into the other's thighs as he releases his thick load of semen inside of Henry. Walter fills the other's insides with his seed. After finishing his load, Walter pulls his shaft out of Henry's anus. Blood mixed with cum seeps out onto the table as his legs were dropped. Walter turns from his prey and goes to retrieve the suction tube, just enough size for something. "Not done yet... Don't you DARE release. Or I'll shoot your other shoulder." He demands Henry.
The dirty blonde had released his seed inside of Henry. The hot sticky semen filling his insides up. Henry crying out as he felt that surge only push him to his limit. Those wrists aching and swollen from the struggling against the straps. This was puzzling Henry... What was Walter planning?
"W-Walter... What do you mean?!" Henry exclaims in fear.
"Just wait..." Walter states to the brunette.
Walter brings out the machine with the rather wide and large suction tube. In this world, anything was possible at Walter's touch. He gives a devious grin as he moves it over to the side of the table. This was just too cruel to the brunette. Walter takes the tube and fits it around the head and soon part of Henry's erect penis. "Now... You are going to enjoy this!" He chuckles as a finger flips on a switch. The sound of a motor down within the machine being heard as the suction begins.
Henry gasps as he felt the suction pull upon his shaft within this rather large tube. "GAAH! Oh hell!" He exclaims as that force was only grating him down to where he would have to let go.
"It's not wise to hold it in... Might as well release now." Walter states as he observes Henry.
Henry could barely hear Walter's voice with the buzzing of the machine down by the table. The suction pulling and making things harder to understand. A first slip as his little hint of cum was sucked down into the tube and where it leads.
Walter shook his head as he flips the switch to a different speed and force in suction. "Release... Release my Receiver of Wisdom." He instructs Henry to.
Henry felt himself be drug down to that place where darkness caresses the body. Was this Walter doing it though? Giving out a loud groan, he finally states what Walter has been meaning to hear. "WALTER~!" Henry now releasing his second load of semen as the suction pulls the cum down into the tube and disappears into something else. When he had finished, Walter turns the machine off. He pulls the tube off and away from the other's soft and limp penis.
~*~
Now it was back to Friday afternoon. Back to on his bed as he lays there in thought. That was not a dream... It was a nightmare that he wanted. His black angel had given him this. The image of the corpse stretched along the wall in front of where Walter ruthlessly fucked him... It was all there.
"God... It wasn't a dream. I am still recovering from that shot." Henry reaches over and rubs at where he was shot at. The doctors patched up his wounds that Wednesday. Henry was still feeling the affections. His black angel of death... His end...
"Walter... Is this a sign?" Henry asks the apartment room in question.
"Only if you feel that your end is near... I will be coming for you again, Henry." The voice echoes within his ear. After that, it was silence.
Henry lays there for a minute longer before resting after his memories of that night.
The End.