Chapter 43

Warren buried his face between Dan's cheeks, his tongue snaking out to lap at the hole it had previously invaded with its fingers. Dan gasped, his hands clutching the bed sheets as Warren feasted on his backside, the wet heat of his mouth sending shocks of pleasure through his body.

Warren's tongue delves deeper, pushing into Dan's ass with relentless determination. Dan's legs shake, his body trembling as he fights against the overwhelming sensations. Warren's mouth is a vacuum, sucking loudly as he devours Dan's hole, his nose burying into Dan's crack.

Warren's hands grip Dan's cheeks tightly, spreading them wider apart as he buries his face deeper. His tongue thrusts in and out, mimicking the motion of a thrusting hip. Dan's back arches, his spine bending like a bow as the pleasure becomes too intense to bear. "S-stop…"

Warren ignores Dan's plea, his hands tightening on Dan's cheeks. He growls into the tender flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves through Dan's body. He continues to feast on Dan, his tongue spearing in and out, the wet sounds of his mouthing echoing in the room.

Dan's resolve crumbles, his body surrendering to the intense pleasure. His hips begin to move, grinding back against Warren's face, seeking more of that exquisite torture. Warren rewards him by thrusting his tongue as deep as it can go, the tip curling to stroke that special bundle of nerves inside.

Dan's world shatters, his body convulsing as he's hit with an earth-shattering orgasm. His eyes roll back, his mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him.

Warren finally pulls away. He looks at the sight before him, Dan in shambles, his body still shaking with pleasure. "You see, my dear, this is what happens when you disobey me. This is what you get for trying to escape."

He moves closer, his cold hands caressing Dan's face. "But remember, I promise to treat you well if you behave. All you need to do is cooperate with me, and we'll have a wonderful time together."

He leans in closer and whispers in Dan's ear. "Won't we?"

Dan, still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, can only nod weakly in response. Warren's words send a chill down his spine. He realizes the precarious position he's in - both physically and emotionally bound to this domineering man.

"Good," Warren murmurs approvingly, patting Dan's cheek like a pleased parent. Dan flinches at the gesture, a mix of anger churning in his stomach. Warren just smiles, seemingly amused by Dan's reaction.

"Now, turn around," Warren commands, his voice hardening. "I'm not done with you yet." Dan hesitates briefly, his eyes darting to the door, contemplating a futile escape attempt. Sensing his intention, Warren's face darkens. "Dan... don't make me repeat myself."

Dan slowly turns around, his eyes downcast. He bites his lower lip, a nervous habit he can't shake. Warren watches him intently, his gaze predatory. He steps closer, his hands reaching out to grab Dan's wrists. "Arms up," he orders.

Dan hesitates for a moment before slowly raising his arms. Warren takes advantage of his compliance, quickly binding Dan's wrists together with a length of rope he seemingly produced from nowhere. The rough fibers bite into Dan's skin as Warren pulls the knot tight.

Dan flinched. "Ah! It hurts. You know you broke my wrist."

"Hmph, the rope's not that tight," Warren scoffs, tugging experimentally at the bonds. Dan winces at the motion. "And your wrist isn't broken. I know my knots."

Warren finishes securing Dan's wrists and takes a step back, admiring his handiwork. Dan's arms are stretched above his head, his body arched in a way that accentuates his lean muscles. "Much better," Warren purrs approvingly. "Now you're all ready for me."

Warren circles Dan slowly, like a shark scenting blood in the water. His eyes drink in every detail of Dan's bound form, a wicked gleam sparkling within them. "You know, Dan," he muses, trailing a finger down Dan's chest,

"I've done a lot of things just to make you mine like killing those who rape you. But you know little by little I'm getting close to losing Eric like you wanted."

Dan's breath catches in his throat at the mention of Eric, his eyes widening with a flash of hope and fear. "What do you mean?" he asks hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. The ropes at his wrists seem to tighten instinctively as Warren's words sink in.

Warren's lips curl into a cruel smirk as he notices Dan's distress. He leans in close, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Oh, my dear Dan, you shouldn't look so surprised. You did wish for it, didn't you? For Eric to disappear from your life completely?"

"I said, I want him alive, I want him broken, shattered in every way possible. I want him to know the pain I've felt, the loneliness, the fear. I want him to suffer." Dan declared.

Warren chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down Dan's spine. "Yes, you did say that, didn't you?" He pulls back, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "And I've been working on making that happen, slowly but surely. Eric is falling apart, Dan."

"I want to see him fall in despair."

Dan stared at Warren saying the words in a menacing tone.

Warren's touch on Dan's body is gentle yet firm, a stark contrast to the harsh words he's speaking. His hand traces the lines of Dan's muscles, a silent map of his strength and endurance. "Oh, I'll make you watch, Dan."

And then, Warren proceeded to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked onto Dan's terrified gaze. "You see, Dan," he said menacingly, "I've been so good to you, protecting you from all those monsters out there."

"There is still one monster left." Dan insisted.

Warren's lips curled into an amused smirk at Dan's words. "Ah, the irony," he chuckled darkly, his hands pausing their wicked work. "You think me the monster still left, when all I've done is shield you from worse."

smirks and unbuttons his pants. "Well, well, Dan, aren't you the clever boy for noticing that? I suppose it's time to confront that last monster between us, hmm?"

Warren began to slowly unzip his pants, his eyes never leaving Dan's terrified face. "Now, Dan," he purred menacingly, "it's time for you to face the monster you've been so eager to confront."

Warren's wicked grin widens as he pulls down his zipper with deliberate slowness, savoring Dan's escalating terror. "Don't worry, darling," he croods mockingly, "I'll be gentle... at first.",

Warren leans in close to Dan's ear, his voice a low, menacing growl. "You see, Dan, I've been holding back for so long. All that pent-up frustration... and it's all for you."