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Pacta Sunt Servanda
by Francis (address withheld)

***

A young man finds himself struggling to pay his debts. 
(MM, nc, v, ax-play, bd)

***

Neil lay still on the bed, thinking about what had 
brought him here. He owed a friend money, a lot of 
money. He shouldn't have come here tonight, but he 
hadn’t had much of a choice. He needed his fix so 
badly. His friend had promised that, if Neil did this 
one small thing for him, the slate would be wiped 
clean.

He had been given a drink with some drugs mixed up in 
it, and then led upstairs, where he’d been ordered to 
strip naked. His friend had pumped his limp cock to 
full, painful erection, then forced a cock ring over 
the tight flesh. Neil was a slim young man, strikingly 
beautiful, and larger than average, so, although he 
wasn’t ashamed of his body, this last treatment was 
both painful and embarrassing. Doing as he was told, he 
lay on his back on the bed.

He hadn’t fought back as he was bound up, or even 
blindfolded and gagged, but then he’d been left alone 
for a long time. He was beginning to lose all feeling 
in his hands and feet by the time the door slowly 
opened and closed again. He could have sworn he heard 
the sound of a key turning in the lock and tensed up.

He didn’t move as warm hands – a man’s hands - stroked 
over his body, fondling his cock and rubbing his balls, 
but as what felt like the blade of a knife trailed over 
his chest, he began to panic.

Helpless, Neil tugged at his restraints. The cold blade 
trailed slowly down his stomach and was pushed up under 
the base of his cock. He froze, his back straight, and 
sank his teeth into the cloth that silenced him, 
tensing every muscle in expectation of the searing 
pain.

Only when the knife was drawn back did he force himself 
to take a deep breath. His tormentor laughed, seeing 
him tremble, terrified and completely at his mercy.

The tip of the knife slid up underneath Neil’s 
foreskin. Neil shuddered and tried to pull away, but 
the stranger grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing 
his balls until Neil lay still. Neil chewed at the gag, 
desperately trying to block out the pain.

In a second, it was over. Warm blood spattered across 
Neil’s naked belly and he felt a sudden, sharp pain 
along the tip of his cock. The stranger had split the 
hood of his foreskin.

Despite the pain, Neil’s cock was still standing 
upright, swollen from the ring cutting off his 
circulation and the drugs he’d been given.

The stranger ripped the blindfold from Neil’s head and 
pulled the gag out of his mouth. Neil coughed, saliva 
trickling down his cheeks. In the low light, he could 
see a lot of blood pooling on his stomach. His cock 
still throbbed with pain. The lamp was behind the 
stranger, leaving just a shape kneeling over Neil’s 
bound legs.

‘Please,’ Neil whimpered. He’d lost any vestiges of 
self-respect the moment he’d agreed to this. Now he was 
just hoping to get out of it alive.

The knife glittered in the light as the stranger raised 
it to Neil’s throat. Neil tilted his head back, 
squeezing his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see any 
more. If the last thing he was going to see was this 
stranger brutally using and killing him, he’d rather 
not open his eyes ever again.

But the stranger had other ideas. He forcefully pulled 
Neil’s eyelids apart, then leant forwards to whisper in 
his ear, ‘I want you awake, do you understand?’

Neil nodded quickly, then stopped as the knife sank 
into the skin of his throat. He bit his lip to stop the 
sobs that he felt trying to rip out of his chest. 

The stranger moved down and pressed the knife up under 
Neil’s balls. Neil watched as the older man lowered his 
head and gently took Neil’s bloody cock into his mouth. 
He sucked the blood off the head, then started bobbing 
back and forwards, running his tongue over the 
sensitive underside. 

The sensation was too much; Neil groaned, despite the 
pain of the other man’s tongue flickering over his 
still bleeding wound. He very slowly started bucking 
his hips up to meet the downward motion of the 
stranger’s mouth, but an increased, sharp pressure 
under his balls warned him to stop. Only a few minutes 
later, Neil felt the pressure build and wind itself up 
inside his gut. He was panting now, eyes still fixed on 
the stranger as if mesmerised. 

Suddenly, it happened. He bucked up, releasing jet 
after jet of semen into the stranger’s mouth. The 
stranger didn’t even pull back, just waited until Neil 
had emptied his balls.

Groaning, Neil sagged back onto the bed and half-closed 
his eyes. He sensed the stranger moving up over his 
body, then lips pressed to his. He opened his mouth 
automatically. His own warm, thick, slimy semen, 
tainted with blood, flooded his mouth, and he had to 
swallow or choke. The stranger withdrew, smiling, 
watching Neil gulp it down, trying to suppress the urge 
to be sick.

The stranger got off him and Neil felt the bonds around 
his ankles slowly begin to loosen. He forced himself to 
remain still, though the blood flowing back into his 
abused flesh was painful. The stranger grabbed Neil’s 
ankles and lifted him up, over his shoulders, then 
dropped his head. Neil shivered as he felt the other 
man’s hot tongue flick over his spent balls, then 
lower, forcing itself a little way into him.

Then the stranger sat up. Neil had relaxed under his 
tender ministrations, but when the older man suddenly 
thrust his hips forwards, his back arched and a scream 
of agony escaped him.

‘Ah... No, please...’ he gasped, trying to pull away. 

The older man just smiled. Neil’s muscles had 
instinctively tightened around the head of the 
stranger’s cock, just increasing the pain of the 
penetration as the stranger shoved harder. Neil 
shuddered, feeling blood beginning to trickle down his 
skin and onto the bed-sheet. He felt like he was being 
torn to shreds.

The stranger smiled savagely and pressed his hand over 
Neil’s mouth. Neil gritted his teeth to stop his 
screams. He wasn’t going to get out of this, not now. 
The stranger slowly removed his hand, then pulled out. 
Neil sighed in relief, but it was short-lived. The 
older man had a leather thong in his hands and, as he 
bent over Neil, he looked lovingly into his eyes.

Neil swallowed hard. The stranger passed the strap 
around Neil’s neck and tugged it tight, knotting it 
firmly so that, however hard he struggled, Neil 
wouldn't be able to free himself.

The other man moved outside of Neil’s field of vision 
for a second, then returned, rubbing his still erect 
cock. He knelt either side of Neil’s chest, then 
lowered himself so that the head was pressed to Neil’s 
lips. Neil reluctantly opened his mouth. Blood and pre-
cum trickled between his lips and the hot, hard tip was 
pushed slowly but firmly into his mouth. Trying 
desperately not to gag, he tried to hold his breath as 
more and more was forced down his throat. He couldn't 
afford to bring his teeth down, not if he valued his 
life.

Fortunately, the stranger didn’t stay like that for 
long; he gave a few long, hard thrusts into Neil’s 
throat, then pulled out. Neil gasped for air, but, 
before he could draw much into his starved lungs, the 
stranger yanked on the thong around his neck, dragging 
it tight.

Neil coughed and choked, struggling against his bonds, 
but by now he was far too weak and beaten to fight 
much. The stranger left his side as Neil managed to 
draw in just enough air, and, as his vision returned, 
Neil saw him rubbing his cock with what looked like 
Vaseline.

Neil groaned and tried to turn his head away, but his 
throat was burning and the makeshift noose didn’t allow 
him much movement. The older man came back to kneel 
between Neil’s spread legs and once more lifted his 
knees over his shoulders. Taking his hard cock in one 
hand, he pushed forwards again.

Neil tried to force himself to relax as the head 
pressed against his bleeding flesh, but, as soon as it 
began to slide into him, it re-opened his wounds, 
sending agony spearing up into his gut. He bucked and 
moaned, but the older man grabbed his thighs, holding 
him still as he forced his entire length into Neil’s 
bowels.

Neil sagged back on the bed, all the fight gone out of 
him, panting, feeling the heat from the other man’s 
cock slowly spread to fill him. He half-closed his eyes 
as the stranger slowly started to pump into him. Every 
thrust deepened the humiliation and agony that filled 
his mind.

The stranger lowered himself over Neil’s belly and 
started thrusting harder, faster. His lips closed over 
Neil’s nipple and he bit down, hard. Neil yelped, but 
suddenly the other man had pulled the noose even 
tighter, cutting into his flesh and crushing his 
windpipe. The stranger went for what seemed like a 
lifetime, slowing his thrusts every time he felt 
himself get close to coming, dragging harder on the 
noose every time Neil’s moans became too loud.

Soon, Neil was sobbing silently. His abuser’s teeth 
were sunk deep into the skin of his shoulder and he 
could feel his hot blood trickling out. The noose was 
so tight around his throat that he could barely 
breathe. He was just trying to draw air. He could have 
screamed if he’d had the strength, but he was too 
terrified of what would happen to him. This man was 
keeping him alive, but barely. If he was going to die, 
it would happen so that his death throes accompanied 
this stranger’s orgasm. He knew this; he was no longer 
in control of anything.

Neil’s lungs were burning and the pressure in his chest 
was unbearable. With each passing second, he was sure 
that this was it, that he couldn't feel any more pain, 
that he was about to die, but he still struggled for 
air. His mind seemed to explode in a haze of agony, 
speckled with black, bursting behind his eyes.

As he began to black out, he felt the other man’s 
movements becoming more frenzied. 

He felt the cock swell inside him, and, to his 
embarrassment, his convulsions seemed to spur the 
stranger’s orgasm as Neil began to lose consciousness. 
Neil’s eyes slipped closed at last, just as the older 
man let out his final few grunts.

Suddenly, the noose was pulled from around his neck, 
bringing him back around as he dragged in air. 
Coughing, he tried to sit up, but a swift backhanded 
slap across the face knocked him back down. The 
stranger was standing over him, watching him writhe and 
pant on the bloody, sweat-soaked sheets. 

After a few minutes, Neil’s mind unclouded and he 
recalled, with a sobering clarity, what had happened to 
him. He looked pleadingly up at the stranger, begging 
to be set free, but the other man only smiled and 
rubbed Neil’s still erect cock. Looking down, Neil saw 
a puddle of semen and drying blood smeared over his 
stomach. He must have come as he lost consciousness. 
Ashamed, he couldn't look up to meet the other man’s 
eyes.

The stranger scooped up a handful of the mess and 
pushed his fingers into Neil’s mouth, forcing him to 
swallow again. Neil did so, miserably lapping every 
last trace from the man’s fingers.

When the stranger had gone, Neil’s friend walked into 
the room and smiled at the young man lying bound and 
beaten on the bed.

Finally, the ropes that bound Neil’s hands were untied 
and he was allowed to sit up, rubbing his wrists and 
hands to try and restore some feeling. His cock hurt, 
but at least it was beginning to shrink now. He pulled 
off the cock ring and massaged his aching balls, 
feeling the wetness leaking from his bloody hole.

It took Neil several attempts to speak, and, when he 
did manage it, his voice was hoarse. ‘Is that it?’

‘Done and paid for. Here you go.’ He dropped a packet 
on the bed beside Neil. ‘Remember, next time, you can 
either pay your debts or do this for a night. It’s your 
choice.’

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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