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After working from 6 to 12, Ramiro decides to close the store early. He’s tired and boss gave him permission to anyways.
He sighs and pulls out his phone, plugs in his headphones and locks the door securely before beginning to walk on the musty cobblestone streets littered with gum, trash and other shit Ramiro didn’t even know what it was.
Alfred turns the corner like usual to start stalking Ramiro. He doesn’t even know why he does, but it all just started with one word from the Mexican guy.
I suppose he had a fetish for Mexican men…?
I mean, he only realized it months ago with the first interaction they had. The way he handed Alfred his cup, the bag of food… his change.. fuck it was hot.
Since then, he just couldn’t bring himself to quit it and stop being a total creep. He’d walk around the block over and over again to see him every few minutes. He would often go in and order. He even stole Ramiro’s checking pen and used it to fuck himself with it. Gosh, he was weird.
He’s told Matthew about his weird behavior and fantasies. Matthew was probably weirded out— gosh, Alfred hasn’t even told Matt about the knife/rape fantasy he had, imagining himself just grazing Ramiro’s soft olive skin with a knife, before brutally raping his warm virgin insides over and over again until he inflated his belly with his seed and tore open his ass until it bled.
Ramiro felt like someone was watching him like usual. It really creeped him out how it’s always at night, right after he closes. But this time… it just feels different. It’s like— making his body hair stick up and his skin prickle with goosebumps. He stopped for a moment and looked behind, seeing nothing.
Was he being delirious because of that stupid blunt Gilbert gave him like— an hour ago— or maybe dramatic since he watched that mockumentary on Netflix..? Jeez I dunno.
Once he saw nothing, he calmed down a bit and walked faster. Goddamnit, why did his apartment have to be so fucking far? And why did he have to take a dark path just to get there.
He should consider moving.
But all that thinking made him so unfocused on his surroundings, he didn’t hear the soft whisper of someone behind him—
“Got you.”
Alfred purred softly, smiling and holding the strong chemical smelling cloth in his hand, before pulling Ramiro back with one arm, suffocating him by the mouth and nose with the cloth, pressing firmly to make him pass out.
“It’s ok baby.. It’ll be over soon… trust me.” He hissed, the voice sounding so soft in a sinful betraying voice. Ramiro’s eyes bulged out as he clawed at Alfred’s hand. His face drained of color agonizingly, his fight and attempted resistance beginning to cease.
Slowly, his eyelids shut softly and his hands fell to his sides with a swish.
”He’s finally out cold..” Alfred thought to himself, smirking as if he’d won the lottery of a lifetime. And with that, Alfred heaved Ramiro like a deadweight over his shoulder and began to walk to that secret corner he’d always wished to take Ramiro and torture him lovingly as he pleased.
[ RECORDING ]
Alfred shifted the camera recorder slightly to leave it to stand, as he came into view. An unconscious tied up Ramiro was visible in the back, with a blindfold covering his eyes.
“Is this recording…?” He asked, blinking before seeing it indeed was and smiled. He was about to have a homemade movie that he could pump himself too as much as he pleased….
He turned to Ramiro and patted his cheek softly. The guy began to stir softly, moaning out. “Nnnh…” Ramiro groaned, his head throbbing with pain. When he pulled at his hands, his wrists were bound tight together with itchy harsh rope, and instantly got alarmed at the hand playing with his shirt collar.
“You finally woke up… my toy…” Alfred cooed softly, his eyes gleaming with disgusting desire and a filth for him. This is super illegal and immoral. But who cares? Alfred finally gets what he wanted for SO LONG… all to himself.
“W—Who are you?!” Ramiro called, his hands straining against eachother and he stirred in the chair.
Alfred’s cheek muscle twitches out of annoyance. He loved him but god he was annoying.
Like that, he grabbed Ramiro’s face roughly and yelled at him. “Shut up! You don’t need to know who I am, okay baby? You don’t fucking need to know that!” He said, Ramiro flinching and struggling to pull his face away from Alfred’s bruising grip on his face.
“What do you want from me…” Ramiro cried out, visibly shaking. And this is exactly what Alfred wants. Alfred panted softly, fixing his belt slightly to ease the sudden tightness and throbbing pain in his core.
Alfred scanned Ramiro, who now softly began to cry. His hand went to curl into his soft black hair, and yanked his head back. Ramiro choked and spit his saliva out with gurgles, some splats landing on Alfred’s face. This only just made him want to pop this innocent man’s cherry more.
“I’m gonna have ya’. And you’re gonna like it. Ya’ hear me?” Alfred purred, breathing against Ramiro’s neck harshly. He was practically panting like a dog that hadn’t hasn’t drank any water for days. He smiled.
And just like that, Alfred roughly let him go, Ramiro crying out as hands began to tear at his shirt, exposing his warm skin to the cold air of the dark room, illuminated by one bright light. Ramiro choked and sobbed on his tears, the blindfold soaked in his own shame and fear as Alfred groped his chest.
“You’re so beautiful.. I’ve watched ya’ change through your windows, but seeing it up close feels so much more… exciting.” Alfred whispered, his hot mouth meeting Ramiro’s left nipple.
He sucked firmly, worshipping his body like the sacred temple it is. Ramiro cried uncontrollably, whimpers tearing his throat. “Stop it…! Please!”
Alfred paused for a moment. “He slowly growled—“…What did you SAY?!”—before biting his sensitive peak and making Ramiro jolt back in unbearable pain. He whined loudly, sobbing louder. Alfred’s voice rippled in his flesh.
“I’m not gonna stop! Why? Because you don’t fuckin’ deserve it! Tellin’ me to stop like that…” He retorted, sucking on his nipple roughly while breaking open his buttons, tearing his pants and boxers apart. Ramiro was starting to harden up, but still uncooperative. So he’s gonna have to force himself all the way.
Alfred retracted from Ramiro’s chest and began to quickly ang violently unbuckle his belt, the jingle of the buckle a horrific taunt to Ramiro for what’s to come.
Ramiro screamed and begged— “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME! I DON’T WANT THIS!” He cried out, sobbing hysterically and shaking his head side to side frantically. Alfred snapped and punched Ramiro roughly.
“I’m not FUCKING ASKING YOU IF YOU WANT IT! If I have to take you by force, I’m gonna do it.. you dumb bitch…” he shouted, his hand going up to asphyxiate Ramiro to shut him up.
Ramiro sobbed and sniffled back up his snot. He was drooling all over himself and his cock was throbbing. He didn’t want this. Why is he reacting to this? This is disgusting, inhumane..
Alfred smiled, pressing harder. He held Ramiro against the pole, holding him there firmly with one hand as he spit against his hand. He lubed up his shaft quickly, before grinning coldly and whispering into Ramiro’s ear. “Get ready..”
He said that so softly. As if he asked for permission. Before Ramiro could even cry out, Alfred impaled himself inside Ramiro’s tight virgin heat, gasping sharply at such heavenly feeling.
It was a rewarding aphrodisiac, a soothe to his increasing insanity. Alfred hissed and plunged his cock as far as he could inside that dry heat over and over again roughly, watching as he painfully stretched Ramiro’s tight ring of muscle wide open.
The blood began to slowly leak, the crimson liquid leaking down from his ass to his ankles. Ramiro cried and sobbed wildly, wondering why God was punishing him for nothing.
Alfred breathed heavily, his hands leaving fresh bruises on Ramiro’s now frail weakened body despite being an average muscular man. The blindfold was sopping wet with tears, the feeling unconformable on Ramiro’s face.
Alfred’s pace quickened, gasping and moaning. Ramiro just kept sobbing and groaned in pain. “Fuuuuck, you’re so perfect and sweet…” Alfred’s glasses could barely hold on with his harsh movements, as his core began to tingle and twitch. He strained, his hips jittering quickly.
He was quick to come, pumping Ramiro full of his thick, pearly seed. Ramiro drooled and babbled with pain, incoherent sentences coming out. “I’m sorry… fuck this is so disgusting….. god..”
He rested his head against the pole, sobbing softly. Alfred pulled out. He spread Ramiro out, watching the white mix with the red in a macabre mess. Alfred laughed hysterically, pulling at his facial skin. He turned his “baby” around, noticing the heavy bloating from years of come being loaded into Ramiro’s womb.
And then he got a horrid little idea. He decided to carve a symbol to mark his territory, what is rightfully his. He grabbed a small pocket knife and switched the blade with a pleasing click. Ramiro flinched, shaking his head slightly. “No.. no.. no..! NO!!!”
He screamed, before Alfred softly touched the tip of the blade and traced absent patterns into his skin, noticing with enough pressure to cut his stomach’s skin. But the real fun started when he reached the perfect spot, and began to carve a large star on Ramiro.
Ramiro screamed in agony as the blade cut deeply into his flesh, his wrists straining against the ropes. His screams and wails have started to grow hoarse, and only fueled Alfred more. And when Alfred’s macabre star was carved, he grinned.
He watched how the blood dripped down from the deep lines, how quickly it rushed out. Ramiro trembled, sobbing loudly. He was so ugly but cute when he cried. It was aesthetically appealing, and sexually pleasing. Alfred smiled.
“Now you have a part of me… look at you…”
Alfred thought of the last torture Ramiro would have to endure. He thought deeply and looked at Ramiro, before looking at the slanted board in the corner of the room.
His lips curved into a cruel smirk, before cutting the rope holding up the small rope between Ramiro’s two hands leaving them still tied but freed. He collapsed on the floor, the board set out on his face. Ramiro was confused as he heard a pail drop and water run. What was he planning?
And again, before Ramiro could retort, Alfred poured cold water on his face, drowning his out. “You’ll never rat me out, huh??? Will you??” He growled, water gurgling out Ramiro’s mouth, watching him struggle to breathe at the constant waste of water.
Ramiro gasped and breathed in water, choking. “I won’t! I swear! I won’t rat you out!!” He spit out, sobbing. Alfred poured the remaining water for a couple more minutes, hearing those lovely gurgles.
Alfred grabbed the camera and pointed it at Ramiro, shaken, soaked in water and trembling from the blunt trauma he had to endure.
[ CUT ]
Alfred had at least been generous enough to throw Ramiro out cold, wet, bloated and in tears at his apartment step with his torn clothes on, his hand trembling as he struggled to open the door. At least he wasn’t naked.
Once he opened the door, he rushed in and locked the door quickly. He cried in his hands and thought of the torture he endured in that cold room. How that mysterious man raped him brutally, tortured him on end, carved him and left him scarred, never to walk out at night again.
But his pending question was….
Who was it?