The Shard of Freedom

(As per Cosmo's request)

Jack opened his drying eyes, awoken by a piercing ray of sunlight shining through crooked blinds. A gentle smell wafted in from the corner of what his temporarily blinded eyes knew to be a dilapidated kitchen. It was the one good thing about his life, that smell. He closed his eyes once more and awaited his call.

“Jacky, breakfast time!” beckoned that oh-so-familiar girlish voice. “Oh, silly me, the handcuffs!”

The same footsteps he always heard, the only ones, tapped along the tile floor as each one of Jack’s limbs were freed from the cold metal that imprisoned them. He’d learned not to resist it, and the acceptance was blissful.

Jack slowly dragged himself to the kitchen table, still adjusting his eyes to the light. Moments later, a bowl was slid over to him by a hand he’d become all too familiar with. Oatmeal with little bits of dried apple mixed in. Even after four years, he still liked it.

“Thank you, Randy,” Jack muttered.

“Jill,” said the girl’s voice across from him. The girl’s voice vanished.

“You call me Randy when I’m having my way with you, boy. Understood?” said the balding, sweat-stained man from whom Jill’s voice came.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now hurry up and eat your food. I want to have some more fun before you expire.”

Jack ate obediently, but deep down he grew concerned. Expired? What could Randy mean by…expired?

He thought back to the day everything went wrong. The day he was deceived. His 14th birthday.

Four years…already? Was Jack really about to be an adult? Then expired means…

Jack stood up quickly, hitting his knees on the table with a thud.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Which one?”

“The one you don’t like to watch,” Jack replied. Randy waved him away dismissively.

Jack paced around the small shack searching for the bathroom door. He passed the heavily locked front door, each lock a memento of his past escape attempts. Finally, he entered the bathroom. No lock, he had to be fast.

Jack searched desperately around the room for anything he could use. If this was his last round before Randy was through with him, it might be his only chance to escape. He opened drawers, scrounged through cupboards, scoured every inch of the floor, but found a small mirror.

“Almost done, Jacky?” called the voice of Jill. “Don’t keep daddy waiting.” grumbled Randy.

Startled, Jack lost his grip on the mirror. Jack froze the second it fell to the floor and shattered.

“Shit…shit!” he whispered sharply, trying to brush the mess away. In doing so, he found a shard large enough to be held. “This’ll have to do…”

Jack slid the shard in his pocket and returned to the living room he had woken up in. The same old deflated mattress was still there, iron bars and all. Randy lay sprawled across it, a pink lace bra covering his hairy chest, matching panties withholding his dense, greasy bush. His waist had grown so fat they hardly fit, until…

SNAP!

The panties seemed to vanish as the waistband broke, springing his embarrassing, already erect penis from side to side.

“Oopsies,” he cooed.

Jack took off his clothes, as was the ritual, and laid them at the foot of the mattress. His sore knees pressed into the stained fabric while he inched closer to Randy’s pulsating cock. Licking his lips, Jack bent down and took the member into his mouth. Randy groaned with pleasure as Jack’s tongue swirled around his tip, diving into the lining of his foreskin to gather what curds of smegma were present. Jack’s nausea at this had vanished long ago, he was merely going through the motions before enacting his plan.

As he throated Randy’s dick over and over again, the man who had trapped Jack for so long began to thrust upward into his mouth, lightly scratching his face with the overgrown pubes that lined the base of his cock. Jack wiggled his tongue in Randy’s urethra, just how he liked it. Anything to get this over with quicker.

“Ungh, fuck…don’t stop Jack, you dirty little whore…I’m so close,” Randy moaned.

Jack sucked harder and harder, faster and faster, all while his hand slowly inched toward the makeshift blade in his pants behind him. With the weapon in hand, Jack gave it everything he had.

“MMMPH FUCK YES, CMON BABY GIVE IT TO ME! OH JACK, OH, OH FUCK, I’M G-GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” screamed Randy, closing his eyes tightly.

He threw his head back and Jack took his chance. With one fell swoop of the glass shard, he sliced Randy’s dick clean off, spitting the half of it still in his mouth out. Jack lunged at the injured Randy, glass still in hand.

“AAARRGGHHHHHH, FUCK! HAAH…FUCK!” Randy cried, semen oozing out of his bloody stump of a penis. He opened his eyes just as Jack thrust the blade straight into his right one, then his left. Left weak from the orgasm, Randy could hardly fight back.

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Anonymous (Original Author)

7 months ago

“YOU LITTLE BITCH!!! I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!” Randy shrieked, swinging violently in the air as he struggled to stand up. He landed a few hits on Jack, but not before the boy could grab the handcuffs that had locked him to this mattress so many times before. It wasn’t long before Randy found himself completely at Jack’s mercy, unable to move or see. Jack pulled Randy’s head up by his long, greasy hair. He remembered when he used to brush it for “Jill,” and tell her how much he loved her. Tears began to well up in Jack’s eyes as he raised his fists, bringing them down over and over again on Randy’s frail, fat face.

“THIS…IS…FOR…WHAT…YOU…TOOK…FROM ME!!!” Jack cried, mutilating Randy’s face with his fists. His bloody, empty eye sockets seemed to look Jack in the face begging for mercy. Mercy? Jack was NEVER given mercy. And Randy wouldn’t be any different.

As Jack walked around to position himself behind Randy’s head, the man spit out his broken teeth, lips quivering as he tried to make out the word “please.” Jack paid no attention, remembering all that was taken from him as he beat his cock into an erection, then yanked Randy’s head back violently.

“You don’t deserve any punishment I could give you. You deserve far, far worse. You’re a sick fucking degenerate, Randy, and I hope the leagues of Hell take their time torturing you. I would say goodbye, but there will be no God with you, as the saying suggests. So instead…”

Jack smacked his dick across Randy’s lips. “Good fucking riddance.”

Jack forced himself into Randy’s blood-pooled throat, every aching scream muted by the repeated thrusting of his cock deep inside his captor. Randy choked and coughed, desperately searching for a way to breathe. Jack gave him no such option. With each intense thrust, he remembered the life he had before. His mother, whose embrace he couldn’t wait to fall into once more. His father, who he knew would guide him through the hardships to come. His friends who he’d missed so deeply. All the pleasures of a free life. He remembered Jill, the girl he had fallen in love with, and what a tragic disaster that followed. Four years ripped from his hands, taken from him. And so, suffocating the last remnants of air from Randy’s lungs, Jack finished, and ripped away the life of the man who had caused him such deep torment.

It was finished.

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-Vinxity🩶

7 months ago

Holy shit, this is like really good lol