I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 66: Exquisite
Poison pulls his face out from Frank’s warm cozy neck to press his face against his soft damp rosy cheek. He had a hand in his silk chocolate hair that kept him from moving his head away and ruining his peaceful state. The poor boy was trapped, restraint and terrified and no matter how much he cried, his captor wouldn’t let go of him. Closing his eyes in bliss, Poison nuzzled his face deeper against Frank’s face, before he pulled back an inch or two to gently press his lips against the baby soft skin. He heard Frank let out a gasp of surprise as his fingers dug into his shoulder is response.
Frank’s small body seemed to ignite on fire with pleasure that ended on a delicious shiver. He hated that his body was reacting this way, almost as if it wanted what was about to happen to ACTUALLY happen. Either way, it didn’t matter. No matter how much his body quivered, trembled and shudder with the need for more, Frank wasn’t to let it happen. He wasn’t going to let it continue on. Shaking his head in denial, he softly whimpered out in earnest. “S-Stop, please! You c-can’t do this! P-Please just stop!”
The red-head still refused to listen to him as he pulled his lips away, purposefully lingering before pressing them back down against another untainted spot on Frank’s cheek. When he halfway opened his eyes he could see Frank’s eyes had fallen shut and that his lips were parted to let out his soft pants of anticipation. Poison softly smiled to himself as he let his lids fall shut too, and continued to gently shower Frank’s face with soft worshipping lingering kisses. His other hand came up to join his other in keeping Frank’s head still in his hold so he wouldn’t be able to ruin this moment for the both of them. When there wasn’t any untainted flesh left on Frank’s face other than his lips, Poison moved down along his jawline and then further down the column of his neck.
“Get your hands off of me! P-Please! I-I don’t want t-this!” Frank continued to go on and on about. He was beginning to believe more and more than the words that were coming out of his mouth had absolutely no purpose to them at all whatsoever. It all started when Poison’s lips were repeatedly dipping down to cause a tingling sensation all over his face, prompting his mind that had been surrounded with tough stubborn thick walls of indestructability to melt like cotton candy on the tongue the fuzzier his mind became. His fingers that were digging into Poison’s shoulders were trembling with the need to roam over his back and dig into the skin there. Frank bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut in pain at having to resist something that he used to pray for on a daily basis to feel again while he was pregnant. Back then, he would’ve gladly taken an innocent life just so Poison could climb through his window and touch him like he had before….like he’s trying to do right now. “Don’t f-f-fuck…”
Poison let out a deep moan as his pink lips parted in the crook of Frank’s neck to allow his tongue to come out and run along the skin there. He licked his lips with appreciation, as he lowers his hands to run them down Frank’s back, then moved them towards his hips. “Don’t what?”
Having heard his captor speak for the first time in what felt like hours, Frank’s head snapped in the opposite direction of it as if to avoid him even though his cherry red head was underneath his chin sampling the skin there. His mouth silently formed words as if in a chant, repeating ‘I don’t want this’ over and over again to himself. Frank was trying his hardest to get himself to believe that quote. He refused to believe that it took Poison as little as under a minute for all that Therapy and Counseling sessions that were generously overpaid by his parents but did work hard to make him feel normal again, only to now have his body become on fire with desire for him all over again. His body was singing beneath Poison’s roaming hands that took their time feelings out his now 16 year old body. Frank couldn’t understand it. How was Poison able to make his skin literally tingle and thrum for much more than his simple touching? Why was his eyes closed throughout all this, and why was he panting in his hold? Why was it that all he wanted to do was throw his head back, accepting all that’s being done to him, and just moan like a cheap whore? And why was it so DAMN hard to resist the man!? “…t-touch m-me…”
Poison smiled at Frank’s comment, and lightly nipped the skin on the opposite side of his neck. “I should stop then.” But he didn’t stop. He continued on with touching Frank with gentle touches through his clothes, trying to imagine what his 16 year old naked body would look like underneath. The thought only had his self-control sky rocketing out into space. Having his patience cut down into nothing now, Poison reached down to his boot for one of the many knives on him with the intention of cutting his clothes off. He needed Frank NOW…later, maybe later he’ll try that whole making love thing Iris and Rouge were doing a few nights ago.
The second Frank tried to open his eyes and saw the unsheathe knife, he eyes snapped fully open and he began to struggle in Poison’s hold while screaming at him. “NO NO PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT! DON’T KILL ME!”
“Shhh.” Poison simply answered back before warning him. “Sit still, or this is going to hurt.”
“Oh god!” Frank cried as he saw the knife coming down towards him. At the last second he squeezed his shut and waited for the pain that would surely come as a result from a stab wound. He jerked in Poison’s arms when he heard the sound of fabric rip and cool air brushing over his chest. Before he could open his eyes, he let out a sharp gasp of pleasure, and when he finally opened his eyes he could see that the sensation was coming from Poison kissing down his pale chest. Frank had to fight his eyes from rolling to the back of his head, and then the need to writhe his body around in pleasure beneath his kidnapper’s lips, but alas he was unsuccessful. “N-No…d-don’t do t-that…”
Poison smiled against Frank’s pale chest at the realization that it was true, his voice was getting softer and softer every time he told him to stop. He found that oddly adorable. “You’re right…I shouldn’t.” Poison agreed before lowering his lips back down, but this time he parted his lips to leave a hungry open mouth kiss to Frank’s skin. His lips hungrily and selfishly explored Frank’s body while his hands groped the rest of his body. He purposely let out groans of anticipation to show Frank how much pleasure he was giving him by simply lying there and allowing him to do what he wanted to with him. “I really shouldn’t be doing this.” Poison whispered against Frank’s skin just as fingers ran over one of Frank’s nipples, causing the young boy to collapse down onto the bed, not being able to hold himself up any longer. Poison chuckled and lean down to mischievously take that same nipple into his mouth with a moan. He listened to Frank let out a cry of pleasure as he simultaneously arched his back and threw his head back. Poison pulled away for a minute to taunt Frank before returning back to his nipple. “….and I definitely shouldn’t be doing that.”
He didn’t have to look down to see if Frank was hard because if memories served he should have been sporting a hard-on long ago, but just in case Poison peek down to catch sight of the familiar yet slightly larger bulge in his pants. He smiled to himself as he continued his journey kissing down Frank’s lower stomach where he could faintly feel some abs coming in. “We should totally forget about how much you used to love it when I did this kind of shit to you.” Poison groaned as he reached down and tugged Frank’s pajama bottoms off of his body, leaving him completely naked to for his eyes to admire. He didn’t think Frank’s body could get any better with age, but it had. He wasn’t as little and feminine as he used to be. Sure, he still had curves, but he also had filled out everywhere else, no longer making him seem like a short scrawny 15 year old anymore. He was also developing muscles a little bit but it wasn’t all that noticeable unless you stared longer than usual. The last thing his eyes admired was Frank’s erection standing up against his stomach and leaking with Poison’s favorite treat. It had gotten some length and a bit of girth, but that didn’t matter too much to Poison, just so long as his cum tasted as sweet and delicious like cupcake icing, he didn’t care how freakishly big or small he got.
“No, that’s n-not true!” Frank cried out as he struggled to scoot up the bed so he could escape from Poison’s touch, but he simply got yanked back down effortlessly on his captor’s end. “Y-You can’t keep doing this! T-The cops! T-They’ll be looking f-for me! You’ll g-go to j-jail this time!”
Poison shakes his head to himself as he stared entrancingly down at a drop of pre-cum dripping down from Frank’s head and onto his lower stomach. “I have to, Frankie. I can’t stop now, I WON’T stop now.” Taking ahold of the base of Frank’s erection in his hand, Poison pulled it a bit down as he lowered his head down to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. Frank let out a cry that ended in a moan as he thrusted his hips up and forced more of himself into Poison’s mouth. Not minding the intrusion down his throat, Poison took the abuse like a champ and actually smile at the familiar addicting flavor of Frank’s cum.
“NO PLEASE! I BEG YOU, D-” Frank once again cut off into a deep moan followed by another. He couldn’t fight them back anymore as they spilled from his lips. He felt Poison lift his hips a bit by cupping his behind in his hands and then lifted his hips even higher to feed more of his length down his throat. As downright sexy as it felt, Frank could imagine watching it with his own eyes would be even better. Biting back the urge as hard as he can, Frank allowed Poison to slide his cock down his tight wet throat at a quite impressive pace. What he didn’t expect was that his hips, out of their own accord, would memorize the rhythm for themselves and continue on long after Poison took his hands away. My god, he was fucking his kidnapper’s throat, and he was ashamed to admit he was high on the pleasure it was giving him.
Poison had one hand gripping onto Frank thigh while the other one wandered off beneath him to gently caress his entrance. His finger wasn’t lubed up, and so he tried to resist the urge to push the digit past his tight muscles. He listened to Frank’s endless strings of moans with satisfaction though he knew that the young boy was still stubbornly trying to fight what was natural between them. He could also tell he was trying to get control back over his hips too by the way they would randomly fall out of rhythm. Poison knew that Frank’s hips could keep that rhythm because they had done so before in the past.
“L-Let me AHH…g-go FUCK!!” Frank cried out, trying not to react to the pleasure that was causing his body to tremble. With feeble hands he reached out to grab ahold of the chains that were connected to his cuffs and griped on for dear life. His voice became high pitched as he felt a warmth in his stomach that strangely seemed foreign to him after an entire year without any sexual activity. His head began to rolls around on the pillow as his pantings increased.
If Poison had been paying attention to Frank’s obvious signs, instead of selfishly sucking on him like he was the most delicious popsicle ever, he would have been aware that the boy was about to cum. But no, Poison received a throat full of Frank’s delicious cum juice. Taken by surprise for a minute there, Poison greedily swallowing as much as he could, more for himself than for Frank’s pleasure, and licked Frank’s cock clean. He finally looked up at Frank for the first time in what felt like forever to see him red faced, and glistening with sweat. His hazel eyes were closed in bliss, but his lips were parted to take in much needed oxygen, his chest rising and falling.
To Poison he looked like the most beautiful work of art he had ever seen in person before, and he’s been to a ton of art museums all over the country since becoming a Killjoy. He licked his lips to savor Frank’s last taste before his lips spread into an accomplished smile as he gazed down at Frank. Poison too was panting just as heavily as him, and when Frank’s eyes finally fluttered open, he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan. “Jesus fucking Christ, Frankie. After all this time, I still haven’t tasted anything in this world that could ever compare to how fucking exquisite you taste.”
Frank’s small body seemed to ignite on fire with pleasure that ended on a delicious shiver. He hated that his body was reacting this way, almost as if it wanted what was about to happen to ACTUALLY happen. Either way, it didn’t matter. No matter how much his body quivered, trembled and shudder with the need for more, Frank wasn’t to let it happen. He wasn’t going to let it continue on. Shaking his head in denial, he softly whimpered out in earnest. “S-Stop, please! You c-can’t do this! P-Please just stop!”
The red-head still refused to listen to him as he pulled his lips away, purposefully lingering before pressing them back down against another untainted spot on Frank’s cheek. When he halfway opened his eyes he could see Frank’s eyes had fallen shut and that his lips were parted to let out his soft pants of anticipation. Poison softly smiled to himself as he let his lids fall shut too, and continued to gently shower Frank’s face with soft worshipping lingering kisses. His other hand came up to join his other in keeping Frank’s head still in his hold so he wouldn’t be able to ruin this moment for the both of them. When there wasn’t any untainted flesh left on Frank’s face other than his lips, Poison moved down along his jawline and then further down the column of his neck.
“Get your hands off of me! P-Please! I-I don’t want t-this!” Frank continued to go on and on about. He was beginning to believe more and more than the words that were coming out of his mouth had absolutely no purpose to them at all whatsoever. It all started when Poison’s lips were repeatedly dipping down to cause a tingling sensation all over his face, prompting his mind that had been surrounded with tough stubborn thick walls of indestructability to melt like cotton candy on the tongue the fuzzier his mind became. His fingers that were digging into Poison’s shoulders were trembling with the need to roam over his back and dig into the skin there. Frank bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut in pain at having to resist something that he used to pray for on a daily basis to feel again while he was pregnant. Back then, he would’ve gladly taken an innocent life just so Poison could climb through his window and touch him like he had before….like he’s trying to do right now. “Don’t f-f-fuck…”
Poison let out a deep moan as his pink lips parted in the crook of Frank’s neck to allow his tongue to come out and run along the skin there. He licked his lips with appreciation, as he lowers his hands to run them down Frank’s back, then moved them towards his hips. “Don’t what?”
Having heard his captor speak for the first time in what felt like hours, Frank’s head snapped in the opposite direction of it as if to avoid him even though his cherry red head was underneath his chin sampling the skin there. His mouth silently formed words as if in a chant, repeating ‘I don’t want this’ over and over again to himself. Frank was trying his hardest to get himself to believe that quote. He refused to believe that it took Poison as little as under a minute for all that Therapy and Counseling sessions that were generously overpaid by his parents but did work hard to make him feel normal again, only to now have his body become on fire with desire for him all over again. His body was singing beneath Poison’s roaming hands that took their time feelings out his now 16 year old body. Frank couldn’t understand it. How was Poison able to make his skin literally tingle and thrum for much more than his simple touching? Why was his eyes closed throughout all this, and why was he panting in his hold? Why was it that all he wanted to do was throw his head back, accepting all that’s being done to him, and just moan like a cheap whore? And why was it so DAMN hard to resist the man!? “…t-touch m-me…”
Poison smiled at Frank’s comment, and lightly nipped the skin on the opposite side of his neck. “I should stop then.” But he didn’t stop. He continued on with touching Frank with gentle touches through his clothes, trying to imagine what his 16 year old naked body would look like underneath. The thought only had his self-control sky rocketing out into space. Having his patience cut down into nothing now, Poison reached down to his boot for one of the many knives on him with the intention of cutting his clothes off. He needed Frank NOW…later, maybe later he’ll try that whole making love thing Iris and Rouge were doing a few nights ago.
The second Frank tried to open his eyes and saw the unsheathe knife, he eyes snapped fully open and he began to struggle in Poison’s hold while screaming at him. “NO NO PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT! DON’T KILL ME!”
“Shhh.” Poison simply answered back before warning him. “Sit still, or this is going to hurt.”
“Oh god!” Frank cried as he saw the knife coming down towards him. At the last second he squeezed his shut and waited for the pain that would surely come as a result from a stab wound. He jerked in Poison’s arms when he heard the sound of fabric rip and cool air brushing over his chest. Before he could open his eyes, he let out a sharp gasp of pleasure, and when he finally opened his eyes he could see that the sensation was coming from Poison kissing down his pale chest. Frank had to fight his eyes from rolling to the back of his head, and then the need to writhe his body around in pleasure beneath his kidnapper’s lips, but alas he was unsuccessful. “N-No…d-don’t do t-that…”
Poison smiled against Frank’s pale chest at the realization that it was true, his voice was getting softer and softer every time he told him to stop. He found that oddly adorable. “You’re right…I shouldn’t.” Poison agreed before lowering his lips back down, but this time he parted his lips to leave a hungry open mouth kiss to Frank’s skin. His lips hungrily and selfishly explored Frank’s body while his hands groped the rest of his body. He purposely let out groans of anticipation to show Frank how much pleasure he was giving him by simply lying there and allowing him to do what he wanted to with him. “I really shouldn’t be doing this.” Poison whispered against Frank’s skin just as fingers ran over one of Frank’s nipples, causing the young boy to collapse down onto the bed, not being able to hold himself up any longer. Poison chuckled and lean down to mischievously take that same nipple into his mouth with a moan. He listened to Frank let out a cry of pleasure as he simultaneously arched his back and threw his head back. Poison pulled away for a minute to taunt Frank before returning back to his nipple. “….and I definitely shouldn’t be doing that.”
He didn’t have to look down to see if Frank was hard because if memories served he should have been sporting a hard-on long ago, but just in case Poison peek down to catch sight of the familiar yet slightly larger bulge in his pants. He smiled to himself as he continued his journey kissing down Frank’s lower stomach where he could faintly feel some abs coming in. “We should totally forget about how much you used to love it when I did this kind of shit to you.” Poison groaned as he reached down and tugged Frank’s pajama bottoms off of his body, leaving him completely naked to for his eyes to admire. He didn’t think Frank’s body could get any better with age, but it had. He wasn’t as little and feminine as he used to be. Sure, he still had curves, but he also had filled out everywhere else, no longer making him seem like a short scrawny 15 year old anymore. He was also developing muscles a little bit but it wasn’t all that noticeable unless you stared longer than usual. The last thing his eyes admired was Frank’s erection standing up against his stomach and leaking with Poison’s favorite treat. It had gotten some length and a bit of girth, but that didn’t matter too much to Poison, just so long as his cum tasted as sweet and delicious like cupcake icing, he didn’t care how freakishly big or small he got.
“No, that’s n-not true!” Frank cried out as he struggled to scoot up the bed so he could escape from Poison’s touch, but he simply got yanked back down effortlessly on his captor’s end. “Y-You can’t keep doing this! T-The cops! T-They’ll be looking f-for me! You’ll g-go to j-jail this time!”
Poison shakes his head to himself as he stared entrancingly down at a drop of pre-cum dripping down from Frank’s head and onto his lower stomach. “I have to, Frankie. I can’t stop now, I WON’T stop now.” Taking ahold of the base of Frank’s erection in his hand, Poison pulled it a bit down as he lowered his head down to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. Frank let out a cry that ended in a moan as he thrusted his hips up and forced more of himself into Poison’s mouth. Not minding the intrusion down his throat, Poison took the abuse like a champ and actually smile at the familiar addicting flavor of Frank’s cum.
“NO PLEASE! I BEG YOU, D-” Frank once again cut off into a deep moan followed by another. He couldn’t fight them back anymore as they spilled from his lips. He felt Poison lift his hips a bit by cupping his behind in his hands and then lifted his hips even higher to feed more of his length down his throat. As downright sexy as it felt, Frank could imagine watching it with his own eyes would be even better. Biting back the urge as hard as he can, Frank allowed Poison to slide his cock down his tight wet throat at a quite impressive pace. What he didn’t expect was that his hips, out of their own accord, would memorize the rhythm for themselves and continue on long after Poison took his hands away. My god, he was fucking his kidnapper’s throat, and he was ashamed to admit he was high on the pleasure it was giving him.
Poison had one hand gripping onto Frank thigh while the other one wandered off beneath him to gently caress his entrance. His finger wasn’t lubed up, and so he tried to resist the urge to push the digit past his tight muscles. He listened to Frank’s endless strings of moans with satisfaction though he knew that the young boy was still stubbornly trying to fight what was natural between them. He could also tell he was trying to get control back over his hips too by the way they would randomly fall out of rhythm. Poison knew that Frank’s hips could keep that rhythm because they had done so before in the past.
“L-Let me AHH…g-go FUCK!!” Frank cried out, trying not to react to the pleasure that was causing his body to tremble. With feeble hands he reached out to grab ahold of the chains that were connected to his cuffs and griped on for dear life. His voice became high pitched as he felt a warmth in his stomach that strangely seemed foreign to him after an entire year without any sexual activity. His head began to rolls around on the pillow as his pantings increased.
If Poison had been paying attention to Frank’s obvious signs, instead of selfishly sucking on him like he was the most delicious popsicle ever, he would have been aware that the boy was about to cum. But no, Poison received a throat full of Frank’s delicious cum juice. Taken by surprise for a minute there, Poison greedily swallowing as much as he could, more for himself than for Frank’s pleasure, and licked Frank’s cock clean. He finally looked up at Frank for the first time in what felt like forever to see him red faced, and glistening with sweat. His hazel eyes were closed in bliss, but his lips were parted to take in much needed oxygen, his chest rising and falling.
To Poison he looked like the most beautiful work of art he had ever seen in person before, and he’s been to a ton of art museums all over the country since becoming a Killjoy. He licked his lips to savor Frank’s last taste before his lips spread into an accomplished smile as he gazed down at Frank. Poison too was panting just as heavily as him, and when Frank’s eyes finally fluttered open, he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan. “Jesus fucking Christ, Frankie. After all this time, I still haven’t tasted anything in this world that could ever compare to how fucking exquisite you taste.”