I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 68: We're Not Done Yet
Sometime through Poison and Frank’s primal hungry mating while they were both so deeply lost in each other they forgot their own damn names, one of Frank’s wrists had accidently made it out of its restraint. Frank wasn’t fully conscious enough to have any knowledge that at least one of his hands were free enough to enact some kind of bodily harm to his kidnapper. Poison was also exactly in the same state, completely unaware that his prisoner had managed to break free of one of their restraint and could potentially attack him. His face was buried in Frank’s hair, gasping in his scent as his right hand fisted the silky strands and his left hand gripped onto the back of Frank’s thigh, keeping it lifted and over his hip in order to sink himself deeper into him. At least that was how lost he was until he felt a unfamiliar hand slap down onto his shoulder and it’s nails bite down into the skin there.
Poison jolted from on top of Frank in alarm, but his hips continued to jerk forward to assault Frank’s prostrate dead on. Pulling his head out of the nest of chocolate strands, Poison turns his head to find the small pale hand digging into his shoulder and followed it down to its wrist, forearm and then directly beneath him. Even through heavy lidded full of lust, Poison could clearly see that the hand gripping onto him was Frank’s own hand that had somehow made it out of its restraint. He stared between a writhing and moaning Frank, and his lone empty cuff in confusion for a moment, trying to figure out how this could have happened. He didn’t think on it too long because he suddenly felt Frank’s hand shift and slide along his shoulder, and to his neck. Poison didn’t try to stop him from potentially strangling him if that is indeed what he planned to do, instead he wanted to see what would happened first. Would he dare to try and choke him to death with one of his tiny hands? Poison was definitely curious to see how Frank would accomplish such a devastating end to his life, but that’s not what Frank did.
When Frank’s hand finally reached Poison’s neck it curved around it to cup the back of it before sliding up into his red hair. Poison’s entire body shuddered as he moaned at the feeling of Frank’s fingers sliding across his scalp to find an area to grip on to. Sinking back down into the crook of Frank’s neck, Poison nuzzled his face against it as Frank’s moans became more high pitched, signaling his third orgasm. Frank’s entire body tightened around Poison as he threw his head back and let out a scream that bounced off the walls and summoned Poison’s own orgasm. For the first time in over a year, Poison was finally able to experience a proper orgasm, and it damn near stopped all of his five senses from working all at once while it pulled a powerful scream from deep within him. Poison threw his own head back as he spilt into Frank, filling his small body up while milking a year’s worth of seamen out of himself. Poison’s hands had dived into the sheets to viciously fist the expensive sheet as his eyes squeezed shut in a blinding ecstasy.
After Poison rode out both of their earth shattering orgasms, he sunk down on top of Frank’s panting sweaty body. He took a minute to collect some of his strength before he lifted himself up to pull out of Frank’s quivering entrance. With a soft groan, Poison threw his body off of Frank and onto the empty spot next to him. The couple laid there naked, and glistening in their sweat as they both slowly came back from heaven. Poison was the first to move, and that was only to reach out and grab ahold of the empty cuff, and lead it back around Frank’s wrist, clicking it shut and locking it back up. Now that Frank was coming back into his old stubborn self, Poison didn’t want him to thinking that now would be a good time to attack him.
Hearing the familiar click, Frank’s head jerked in the direction where Poison laid, and with his eyes closed, let out a whimper. “I-I wanna go home…”
Poison heard the soft and innocent sound and couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the kid. He didn’t want to be here. He’s made that obvious the two times he’s been kidnapped, and yet Poison had never listened to him. It was because he needed Frank then, and he needed him now, he knew this to be true. And so, Poison continued to ignore his pleas, no matter how dramatic and tearful they become. His light brown eyes drifted down to observe Frank’s body as the boy laid there exhausted. Since letting Frank go back home again wasn’t an option, at this point at least, Poison decided the least he could do was run him a bath. Getting up from the bed, Poison headed for the bathroom in all his naked glory and got started on helping Frank’s body relax from Poison’s brutal assault on his body. He made sure the water was a comfortable temperature before he began to add an expensive brand of bubble baths that smelt like strawberry and creams. He smiled at that familiar scent because it smelled like Frank’s hair. Once the tub was filled high enough, Poison turned the faucets off and strode back into the bedroom to find Frank had indeed moved.
Frank had been trying to crawl up to the headboard as if it was still some kind of safe haven for him from Poison’s touch. He couldn’t explain why, it just felt safe to him. He let out a whimper when he heard Poison’s bare feet on the hardwood floor drawing closer, and before he knew it the mattress dipped and Frank was being flipped onto his back again. Frank let out a gasp and quickly lifted his arm to shield himself from Poison’s attack. He waited for assault to happen, but it never came. Peeking out from behind his arm, he saw that Poison wasn’t even looking at him, he was looking down between his legs. Frank frowned and looked down as he shifted his legs away from Poison’s gaze to see what he was looking at. Right beneath his hips and legs was a huge wet spot on the bed. Frank’s eyes widened as he realized that that wet spot was Poison’s cum that had leaked out from his body. “O-Oh god…”
“Couldn’t keep it all in, huh?” Poison asked him with a smirk, then gave him a careless shrug as he looked back at the spot. “Don’t worry, it’s a lot I know.”
Frank stared at the wet spot in awe until Poison broke his focus when he reached out towards him. Jerking back in fear, Frank curled into himself as he began to hyperventilate with fear. “No no no no no, what are you doing!?”
Poison tilted his head a little to the side as he stared down at him through his mask. “I ran a bath for you.” He gestured with his head toward the wet spot beneath him. “And it looks like you’re gonna need it too.” Knowing that Frank couldn’t argue against that, Poison reached out to uncuff him, and just as he got the last one off Frank lunge forward as quick as lightning to get away, but Poison was faster and slammed him back down onto the bed with one hand to the center of his chest. Frank let out a cry in surprised, but silenced himself when Poison peered down at him as he kept him pinned to the mattress. “What we are NOT going to do, Frank, is THIS! Do you understand me?”
Frank’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked back up at Poison. He wanted to fight back so badly, but at the same time he knew he didn’t have it in him. Not only did he not know how to fight, but most of his energy was used during…what happened a few minutes ago. Whimpering in defeat, Frank gave him a nod. “Y-Yes.”
“Good.” Poison whispered, believing that Frank would be more cooperative. Removing his hand, he gathered Frank up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. He could tell by the biting of his lower lip that Frank was holding back from opening his mouth and telling him to let him go. Poison was glad. He was tired of hearing all that crap. Opening the bathroom door, Poison lowered Frank into the huge majestic looking tub that could fit two people easily. He heard Frank let out a soft appreciative sigh at the feeling off the relaxing warm water surrounding him until he noticed he was stepping into the tub too. Poison settled himself comfortably down across from him and relaxed his arms along the rim of the tub as he stared at Frank, who was glaring at him. The two sat in silence among the bubbles before Poison gestured with his arm for Frank to come closer. “Come here.”
Frank immediately shook his head and shrunk down against his side of the tub. “N-No, please. I-I wanna stay here.”
Poison shook his head and once again gestured for him to come to him. “No, come over here. Now.” He watched as Frank opened his mouth to protect again, but he cut him off before he could rant off again. “Don’t make me come and get you Frank. You won’t like what will happen if I do.”
Biting back a sob, Frank sniffled several times as he lowered his head. He didn’t want to obey Poison’s every single orders! He wanted to go back home, to his parents and his children. Mentally cursing the situation he was in, Frank carefully scooted over to Poison. He gasped when Poison had reached out to gently grab his shoulder and slowly spun him around before pulling him back so that he was pressed up against Poison’s chest. He listened as Poison let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around him. They stayed that way for a long time, not saying anything. During that time, Frank came up with so many questions pertaining to his situation that he wished he had the answers for. He wasn’t afraid to ask Poison for those answers but he was afraid of what those answers might be, and what they could mean for him. From the corner of Frank’s eyes he saw Poison reached out for a clean light blue rag, dipped it into the warm water in front of him, and then poured a creamy pink liquid on it that he assumed was body wash. Frank braced himself for what he knew would happen next, and slightly flinched when Poison began to scrub the rag over his bare back. Frank eyes darted everywhere as he summed up the courage to question his kidnapper on what was going on now. “S-So…we meet again a-after a y-year...” Frank waited for Poison to responds, but all he heard was the movement of the water in the tub, and the soapy water dripping from the rag as it ran over his skin to leave a strawberry scent. He knew Poison was listening because he could feel his eyes staring at him through the back of his head. “…w-why is that? W-Why did you…take me again?”
Poison was silent for a moment as he peered at the back of Frank’s head and slid the rag over the boy’s shoulder and back onto his bare chest again. “Because…we’re not done yet.”
“W-What do you mean b-by that? What d-do you m-mean by we’re n-not done?” Frank frantically asked him, desperate to know the answer.
Poison leaned over to gently nip the outer shell of Frank’s ear, making him jolt before he whispered into it. “No more questions. Ask them later. We need to get you cleaned up.”
Poison jolted from on top of Frank in alarm, but his hips continued to jerk forward to assault Frank’s prostrate dead on. Pulling his head out of the nest of chocolate strands, Poison turns his head to find the small pale hand digging into his shoulder and followed it down to its wrist, forearm and then directly beneath him. Even through heavy lidded full of lust, Poison could clearly see that the hand gripping onto him was Frank’s own hand that had somehow made it out of its restraint. He stared between a writhing and moaning Frank, and his lone empty cuff in confusion for a moment, trying to figure out how this could have happened. He didn’t think on it too long because he suddenly felt Frank’s hand shift and slide along his shoulder, and to his neck. Poison didn’t try to stop him from potentially strangling him if that is indeed what he planned to do, instead he wanted to see what would happened first. Would he dare to try and choke him to death with one of his tiny hands? Poison was definitely curious to see how Frank would accomplish such a devastating end to his life, but that’s not what Frank did.
When Frank’s hand finally reached Poison’s neck it curved around it to cup the back of it before sliding up into his red hair. Poison’s entire body shuddered as he moaned at the feeling of Frank’s fingers sliding across his scalp to find an area to grip on to. Sinking back down into the crook of Frank’s neck, Poison nuzzled his face against it as Frank’s moans became more high pitched, signaling his third orgasm. Frank’s entire body tightened around Poison as he threw his head back and let out a scream that bounced off the walls and summoned Poison’s own orgasm. For the first time in over a year, Poison was finally able to experience a proper orgasm, and it damn near stopped all of his five senses from working all at once while it pulled a powerful scream from deep within him. Poison threw his own head back as he spilt into Frank, filling his small body up while milking a year’s worth of seamen out of himself. Poison’s hands had dived into the sheets to viciously fist the expensive sheet as his eyes squeezed shut in a blinding ecstasy.
After Poison rode out both of their earth shattering orgasms, he sunk down on top of Frank’s panting sweaty body. He took a minute to collect some of his strength before he lifted himself up to pull out of Frank’s quivering entrance. With a soft groan, Poison threw his body off of Frank and onto the empty spot next to him. The couple laid there naked, and glistening in their sweat as they both slowly came back from heaven. Poison was the first to move, and that was only to reach out and grab ahold of the empty cuff, and lead it back around Frank’s wrist, clicking it shut and locking it back up. Now that Frank was coming back into his old stubborn self, Poison didn’t want him to thinking that now would be a good time to attack him.
Hearing the familiar click, Frank’s head jerked in the direction where Poison laid, and with his eyes closed, let out a whimper. “I-I wanna go home…”
Poison heard the soft and innocent sound and couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the kid. He didn’t want to be here. He’s made that obvious the two times he’s been kidnapped, and yet Poison had never listened to him. It was because he needed Frank then, and he needed him now, he knew this to be true. And so, Poison continued to ignore his pleas, no matter how dramatic and tearful they become. His light brown eyes drifted down to observe Frank’s body as the boy laid there exhausted. Since letting Frank go back home again wasn’t an option, at this point at least, Poison decided the least he could do was run him a bath. Getting up from the bed, Poison headed for the bathroom in all his naked glory and got started on helping Frank’s body relax from Poison’s brutal assault on his body. He made sure the water was a comfortable temperature before he began to add an expensive brand of bubble baths that smelt like strawberry and creams. He smiled at that familiar scent because it smelled like Frank’s hair. Once the tub was filled high enough, Poison turned the faucets off and strode back into the bedroom to find Frank had indeed moved.
Frank had been trying to crawl up to the headboard as if it was still some kind of safe haven for him from Poison’s touch. He couldn’t explain why, it just felt safe to him. He let out a whimper when he heard Poison’s bare feet on the hardwood floor drawing closer, and before he knew it the mattress dipped and Frank was being flipped onto his back again. Frank let out a gasp and quickly lifted his arm to shield himself from Poison’s attack. He waited for assault to happen, but it never came. Peeking out from behind his arm, he saw that Poison wasn’t even looking at him, he was looking down between his legs. Frank frowned and looked down as he shifted his legs away from Poison’s gaze to see what he was looking at. Right beneath his hips and legs was a huge wet spot on the bed. Frank’s eyes widened as he realized that that wet spot was Poison’s cum that had leaked out from his body. “O-Oh god…”
“Couldn’t keep it all in, huh?” Poison asked him with a smirk, then gave him a careless shrug as he looked back at the spot. “Don’t worry, it’s a lot I know.”
Frank stared at the wet spot in awe until Poison broke his focus when he reached out towards him. Jerking back in fear, Frank curled into himself as he began to hyperventilate with fear. “No no no no no, what are you doing!?”
Poison tilted his head a little to the side as he stared down at him through his mask. “I ran a bath for you.” He gestured with his head toward the wet spot beneath him. “And it looks like you’re gonna need it too.” Knowing that Frank couldn’t argue against that, Poison reached out to uncuff him, and just as he got the last one off Frank lunge forward as quick as lightning to get away, but Poison was faster and slammed him back down onto the bed with one hand to the center of his chest. Frank let out a cry in surprised, but silenced himself when Poison peered down at him as he kept him pinned to the mattress. “What we are NOT going to do, Frank, is THIS! Do you understand me?”
Frank’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked back up at Poison. He wanted to fight back so badly, but at the same time he knew he didn’t have it in him. Not only did he not know how to fight, but most of his energy was used during…what happened a few minutes ago. Whimpering in defeat, Frank gave him a nod. “Y-Yes.”
“Good.” Poison whispered, believing that Frank would be more cooperative. Removing his hand, he gathered Frank up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. He could tell by the biting of his lower lip that Frank was holding back from opening his mouth and telling him to let him go. Poison was glad. He was tired of hearing all that crap. Opening the bathroom door, Poison lowered Frank into the huge majestic looking tub that could fit two people easily. He heard Frank let out a soft appreciative sigh at the feeling off the relaxing warm water surrounding him until he noticed he was stepping into the tub too. Poison settled himself comfortably down across from him and relaxed his arms along the rim of the tub as he stared at Frank, who was glaring at him. The two sat in silence among the bubbles before Poison gestured with his arm for Frank to come closer. “Come here.”
Frank immediately shook his head and shrunk down against his side of the tub. “N-No, please. I-I wanna stay here.”
Poison shook his head and once again gestured for him to come to him. “No, come over here. Now.” He watched as Frank opened his mouth to protect again, but he cut him off before he could rant off again. “Don’t make me come and get you Frank. You won’t like what will happen if I do.”
Biting back a sob, Frank sniffled several times as he lowered his head. He didn’t want to obey Poison’s every single orders! He wanted to go back home, to his parents and his children. Mentally cursing the situation he was in, Frank carefully scooted over to Poison. He gasped when Poison had reached out to gently grab his shoulder and slowly spun him around before pulling him back so that he was pressed up against Poison’s chest. He listened as Poison let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around him. They stayed that way for a long time, not saying anything. During that time, Frank came up with so many questions pertaining to his situation that he wished he had the answers for. He wasn’t afraid to ask Poison for those answers but he was afraid of what those answers might be, and what they could mean for him. From the corner of Frank’s eyes he saw Poison reached out for a clean light blue rag, dipped it into the warm water in front of him, and then poured a creamy pink liquid on it that he assumed was body wash. Frank braced himself for what he knew would happen next, and slightly flinched when Poison began to scrub the rag over his bare back. Frank eyes darted everywhere as he summed up the courage to question his kidnapper on what was going on now. “S-So…we meet again a-after a y-year...” Frank waited for Poison to responds, but all he heard was the movement of the water in the tub, and the soapy water dripping from the rag as it ran over his skin to leave a strawberry scent. He knew Poison was listening because he could feel his eyes staring at him through the back of his head. “…w-why is that? W-Why did you…take me again?”
Poison was silent for a moment as he peered at the back of Frank’s head and slid the rag over the boy’s shoulder and back onto his bare chest again. “Because…we’re not done yet.”
“W-What do you mean b-by that? What d-do you m-mean by we’re n-not done?” Frank frantically asked him, desperate to know the answer.
Poison leaned over to gently nip the outer shell of Frank’s ear, making him jolt before he whispered into it. “No more questions. Ask them later. We need to get you cleaned up.”