Together Until We Die...

Chris Pronger’s cousin strutted into the room. Her evil gleam terrified Patrick, as she came up to him. Normally he was the one seducing females, but right now he wasn’t. He was the one being seduced.

“Lilah, dear, seduce him good. If he cracks, he’ll know about it!” Pronger glowered at Patrick, making him shiver with horror at the thought of what the ex-Flyer was hinting at, what he was going to do. “I’ll let you two have some fun!” He exited the room, slamming the door shut.

Patrick turned back to the woman, who pulled a chair up to him. She sat down and put her arms on the top, crossing them. She put her head down, resting it on her arms. Her short red hair dangled around her face. Her locks reached down to her shoulders, barely going an inch more. Her eyes glowed a bright gray color.

Contacts, Patrick thought at once. By no means was this woman highly attractive to him, which was probably going to become a bad thing. It may have been why Pronger had picked her. He was going to test the ladies’ man alright. To the limit.

“I want you to refer to me only as Queen Lilah. If you call me Lilah or Miss or anything else, I will make sure that you get punished extra bad!”

Patrick watched her, closely and nodded. It took extra control, not to lash out behind the tape at her, which he was positive would give him one strike. He didn’t want to become the pawn under her control that made him hurt his best friend. He would do his best to remain on good behavior, as much as he would come to hate it. He would not allow Jonathan to get tortured with electricity.

“Alright, I don’t normally fuck blondes, but you do have Mary Sue blue eyes, which turns me on every time, so I guess for my Chrissy, I’ll choke back the vile!”

“That’s funny,” Patrick thought in his head, mentally rolling his eyes, “I don’t fuck revolting, bitchy redheads!”

She frowned, clearly upset that he was being so easy, but then she screwed her face up and smirked. Her eyebrows knit together, maliciously, as she stood back up, bringing her leg around the chair. She walked up to Patrick and instantaneously ripped the tape from his mouth.

Before he could make a noise, her repulsive mouth came down on his. She stuck her tongue inside his mouth, causing him to choke and launch forward in his seat. She bit him on the tongue with her teeth, making him jerk upward. His frightened blue eyes snapped to his captain, who lay with his eyes closed. He was breathing, but Patrick knew that it was heavy, anxious breaths.

The younger Blackhawk was pulled back into focus, but the woman’s hands glided over his face, wildly dancing about, pulling and yanking at his messy curls on top of his head. She made out, assaulting his entire head, from the nape of his neck up to the tallest tip of his chaotic ringlets. It was a struggle not to put up a fight against her.

“I’m impressed Hawk Boy, you’re pretty tough!” She whispered into his agape mouth, her warm breath filling him. “I’ll just have to break you!”

With that, she pulled back at once. At the far end of the room, which, up until now, had been covered in dark, gloomy shadows, was suddenly lit up. A bed, which had a dozen sets of ropes dangling from bars that surrounded all but the front side of it, came into his vision. The bed was positioned in the center of the wall, the backboard of bars leaned against the unfinished paint job. There were cracks in the wall and holes. On either side of the day-bed style piece of furniture, were little nightstands with a set of four candles.

Lilah stood on a rug, her hands on her hips in a “sexy” pose. As Patrick’s eyes came to her, she lifted her arms and spread them in a welcome gesture. Then she stormed back over to him and untied him from the chair, even undoing the ropes from his wrists. As she worked, she leaned over his shoulder and made sure to whisper, just loud enough for him, “One peek at that door...one thought and Jonathan gets it!”

The threat was real enough. Patrick sighed and was led toward the bed. He was flung around and shoved onto the mattress. He crawled backward, cowering against the wall and whimpered, as she jumped on after him. She raised another board of bars up behind her and trapped him in the bedroom cage. He eyed her, fearfully, as she crawled on her hands and knees over to him, like a tiger.

“You’re my pet!” She snarled, before pouncing on top of him and pinning him on his back, so that she was on top.

He remained still under her. Inside he was alive with trepidation and his heart raced in his chest, but he somehow managed to come across rather calmly to her. And she wasn’t liking it.

“This really isn’t any fun, without you kicking and screaming, Princess!” Lilah spat, literally sending a wad of her disgusting saliva onto his face. He flinched and was absolutely throwing up in his mind, but he took a deep breath and ignored the foul smelling substance, right under his nose. “That’s it!! You stubborn Pretty Boy, struggle helplessly for me, or I’ll let Prongs go to town on your precious captain!”

Patrick responded, by struggling, giving her what she wanted. He squirmed underneath her, bucking about and thrusting up and down. He even gave her tiny distress noises from his mouth, which seemed to light her up. Too much.

She lifted her shirt off of her chest and tossed it to the end of the bed, behind her. Then she dove downward and ripped the remainder of his own shirt off of him. It had already been tattered and torn a little bit, in all of the madness before. She stripped it away from his chest, which was the only part of him that glistened cleanly, as it had been concealed with material until now.

Well, now she was dirting him up completely. Her fingers glided across his chest, darting back and forth and all over the place. She dropped her head and licked his chest. She nipped at his breasts, making him thrust upward. His face clenched in pain, but he bit his lip tightly, suppressing his screams. She continued her make-out on his chest and then slipped down to his crotch.

“What are you waiting for Queen Lilah?” He snapped at her, sternly. “Go ahead and fuck me now!” He lifted his pelvis up at her, welcoming her to do whatever she wanted.

Her eyes burned with an inner fire, as she didn’t even bother to remove his pants of boxers. She leapt on and grabbed ahold of him. But she struggled and eventually yanked his jeans down and then his boxers and exposed him, right there.

Suddenly Patrick Kane’s eyes flung open wide and he snapped his head to the side. He saw that Jonathan wasn’t even watching. His head was turned the other way. The young blonde man was grateful that he respected his friend’s privacy. Patrick wasn’t exactly comfortable being exposed to his best friend and unfortunately that secret was out now.

Lilah saw his face and she snickered, as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave a rough yank, drawing his attention back to her.

“Not so hard!”

“Oh, silly Princess, you’re scared to be naked in front of your friend, aren’t you?” She didn’t need his response and he was done playing things cool. So was she.

Pronger’s cousin slid out of the cage, rapidly returning the bars back into place, trapping Patrick inside like a baby. She snatched his clothes in the process, so he couldn’t put them back on. Instead she left him there, naked, as she sprinted toward the front door. She swung it open and vanished.

“Queen Lilah!! Queen Lilah, no!! Please!” Patrick Kane screamed and pulled at the bars, trying to get out of his cage. He kicked at them, desperately hoping that they’d fall down, so he could cover up. His heart quickened and he thought it might explode in his chest. He longed for that to happen. He’d rather be found dead naked by Jonathan, than to be alive, when the older man saw him.

He eventually gave up and crawled back to the corner of the bed and huddled up, trying his best to conceal his embarrassment. He also attempted to cover himself, by snatching a pillow and propping it against his thighs, hip, and butt. He managed to get at least his sensitive spot concealed, in case Jonathan looked at him, but the captain didn’t turn. He was still breathing, but he wasn’t moving.

Patrick’s eyes filled with water, as tears began to creep down his cheeks and face. A few drops landed on his cock, but he didn’t even feel it. He snuggled against the bars and the wall, softly whimpering and crying, finally letting his emotions go.

Notes

Poor, poor Kaner...who else wants to hug him??