He rattled the bars of the decrepit elevator cage and yelled
for him to stop, tear-stained words spilled out as he begged the younger man to
leave his wife alone.
Please…. was all he could eke out as the assault continued,
Please….
The silence of the abandoned building was accentuated by the
powerful thump thump thump of the Rave they left in search of a working bathroom. He led them both with the promise of relief,
but now true intensions played out.
In the dark he realized that his wife’s cries had changed to
match the rhythm of her attacker and she no longer protested, and his shame was
complete as he hardened in the dark, watching.
STOP! He cried out, but now he was talking to
himself, his own body betrayed him as he watched his bride’s eyes glaze over as
her feet shifted outward and her hands sought purchase on the dusty walls. Her face looked alien to him, he had never
seen this look, the gaping mouth, the feverish eyes, the jutting hips. He had never seen her so utterly vacant. Even in the dark her eyes, her eyes, burned
through him as she saw. She sneered at
his old cock that hung heavy and full between his thighs and he begged his body
to stop, as he took long decrepit, now utterly alive member in his hand, and
still watched.
The jagged steel gave him pause as he pressed his turgid
shaft through the grate, imploring his rutting wife. The assault on her body turned in to bliss as
she discovered what a man could do to her.
She stared at her ancient husband’s arousal and saw his decrepit soul watching
her discover life another man’s cock. Pressing
harder, he whimpered as her climax freed her from all earthly bonds. Her groans
turned into ecstatic laments and she felt herself filled for the first
time. She turned, pressed herself
against the scissor gate, and kissed the old man one last time and slammed the
gate open against the wall. He stared at
the crimson floor, and watched.
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There was no way this was going to end well. The minute I saw that gate I knew the ending.
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Thanks to RAM for hosting this week's challenge.
5 comments:
OUCH>...intense and painful...
You weren't kidding when you said that my story was happier than yours! These are bleak, dark, disturbing, and very much in line with what I had in mind for the prompt initially. Excellent work.
-Jack
Wow... FFF Noir! Wow. There are days you are Very Dark Advizor. This is one of them. Makes mine look positively happy.
Agree - no one's darker than VDA, and the blood, yikes...
Darkness is sometimes all I see. I knew from the moment I saw the picture that his end was sealed the moment the younger man touched her bare skin.
There is a time when every older man realizes he can no longer outrun the reaper. Se ignore that fact on most days, but some days the reaper taps us on the shoulder, nods his hooded head at his watch, and reminds us that time is running out.
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