Headcase - Necessary Evils #4 - Ch. 19 (Patreon)

Chapter 19

Zane

The drive past Jerry Jr.’s house had turned into a stakeout of sorts. Not because Zane had managed to change Asa’s mind about the timing, but because the aforementioned handjob turned into a blowjob and—for once—Zane seemed to have driven Asa to the point of distraction. Enough so that he pulled over, anyway.

Road head was a little painful. The center console jammed into his ribs, and he felt a bit like a contortionist with his ass all but in the air as he sucked Asa off. But when Asa had looked at him in that way he did that made Zane feel flushed and shivery, he knew it would never matter how painful Asa’s request might be. He’s always do it.

Which was how he’d ended up with Asa’s hands clenched in his hair, holding him in place so he could fuck up into his mouth, crooning exceedingly dirty things to Zane, telling him about all the people who could see him—could see them—right there in broad daylight while Zane choked on his cock like the perfect little whore.

His perfect whore. Zane had never enjoyed name calling or humiliation, but when Asa said it, there was nothing humiliating about it. It was the highest praise. Zane was a whore for Asa. Just Asa. He knew the talk was just as much for Asa’s excitement at Zane’s, just like he knew it was impossible for anybody to see past Asa’s illegal limo-tinted windows, but that didn’t make the thought any less hot.

By the time Zane swallowed Asa’s cum, his throat hurt and his eyes were watering, but he didn’t care. Seeing that look on Asa’s face—that gobsmacked, shocky look that Asa got when he was cum drunk, the way he looked at Zane like he was lucky to have him…that he was a gift and not a curse—only added to the heady experience that was sex with Asa. It made Zane feel both powerful and powerless somehow.

Though the first trip to Jerry’s hadn’t accomplished much, they had confirmed he lived there with his parents, and, with Calliope’s help, they’d learned there was a security system and cameras. Why that alone wasn’t proof enough to Zane that this guy was guilty, he didn’t know. Asa had laughed at his reasoning, but Zane didn’t think it was funny. This Jerry guy was shady.

Still, they were back to do their due diligence and bring the Mulvaney Council some kind of hard and fast proof that torturing this guy was the right thing to do. It was dark out. Jerry’s shift was due to end in another hour, so they had to move quickly. Luckily, the night was on their side.

The new moon brought an almost inky darkness with it, the cloud cover obscuring the stars in the sky. There was no light but for the single yellow street lamp three houses down. It seemed as though Jerry’s parents lived in the upstairs part of the house. Asa seemed confident that they’d discover Jerry was a basement dweller. Zane didn’t question how he’d come to that conclusion.

“I really hope you know what you’re doing,” Zane muttered. “I really don’t want to get popped for robbery. I won’t do well in prison.”

Asa gave him a long lingering kiss, his voice low and sexy in a way that was entirely inappropriate given what they were about to do. “I don’t know. You did a great job pretending to be an inmate the other night.” His lips dragged from his jaw to his earlobe, biting down hard enough for Zane to flinch. “But if you tried to trade favors with the guards in real life, I’d have to kill them. All of them. I don’t think you want that kind of blood on your hands. Right, Lois?”

Zane shivered, his pulse tripping and his cock hardening. “Are you saying you’d kill anybody who touched me?”

Asa’s raspy chuckle was knife sharp. “Killing would be the kindest thing I could do to somebody who touched you without my permission. And I know that turns you on, you bloodthirsty little thing.”

Zane scoffed. “It does not.”

Asa’s breath panted against Zane’s ear as he whispered a single word. “Liar.”

Zane grinned. “I plead the fifth. Now, can we go break into this guy’s house?”

Asa grinned. “Okay, Lois. Just follow my lead. And stay close.”

With the signal jammer, a few other toys, and balaclavas over their faces, they ran in a crouch across the side yard, stopping at a small basement window at the back, lying on the ground to peer inside.

“Gross,” Zane muttered, face twisting in disgust.

No matter what Lucas’s profile had told them about their possible suspect, nothing could have prepared Zane for the filth within. Even through the grimy window, there was no missing it. The only light was from the glow of five computer monitors, each with separate dizzying screensavers, set up slapdash on a desk that took up almost an entire wall.

There was a bed—well, a mattress—pressed against one wall, but Jerry hadn’t bothered to put sheets on it, leaving every questionable stain front and center for all the world to see. There was no comforter. Instead, there was a grungy sleeping bag and some kind of fur blanket with a naked woman on it.

“If this isn’t a red flag, I don’t know what is,” Zane said with a shudder.

“Red flags don’t always mean murderer,” Asa murmured. “Sometimes, people are just dirty.”

Zane gave him a stunned look. “That’s not dirty. That’s…vile. The carpet looks black. There’s definitely roaches. I don’t even want to know what’s in those jars on the floor by his computer.”

“You are the guy who wanted to be an investigative journalist, no?” Asa teased.

Zane leveled a glare at him. “I didn’t know that meant entering places like this without a hazmat suit,” Zane said, wrinkling his nose.

“Do you want to just play lookout and I’ll go in alone?” Asa asked. “I wouldn’t want to upset your delicate sensibilities.”

“You don’t have to be condescending,” Zane said, his tone pouty.

Asa shook his head. “I’m not being condescending, Lois. I’m trying to be accommodating. If you don’t want to do the dirty stuff, I’ll do it for you. I like getting dirty for you. It would be my honor to crawl through this window and wade through…all that…so I can get what we need to torture this guy. For you.”

Zane narrowed his eyes at Asa. It was always hard to tell whether he was being sweet or sarcastic. “No. Let’s just do this. But if a roach crawls on me, I cannot be held responsible for what I do.”

“Noted.”

Asa turned on the jammer, waited a moment, then tested the window. When it didn’t give, he pulled out a strange flat metal rod that looked a lot like what locksmiths used to open locked cars from the inside. He slid it beneath the window, using it to pull up the gold latch from the interior of the lock. The window still took a bit of maneuvering but then finally slid up, making a shuddering sound Zane hoped sounded louder than it truly was. Asa slid in feet first, looking around, before gesturing for Zane to follow.

Zane temporarily forgot the grime as Asa helped him inside, letting him slide down his body before his feet found the floor. But before he could contemplate anything fun, he covered his nose and mouth. If he’d thought the place looked bad, the stench was so much worse, almost incomprehensible. It smelled like mold, sweat, stale beer, and weed. The air felt…damp, like Zane could feel the spores settling into his lungs.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Zane whispered.

Asa leaned in. “Anything that could prove this piece of shit is the handler we’re looking for. These creeps like to keep trophies.”

“Do you?” Zane asked.

Asa frowned. “Do I what?”

“Keep trophies?”

Asa gave Zane a grin that made him feel both hot and cold. “Remind me when we have time, Lois, and I’ll explain to you what my tattoos really mean.”

He turned away before Zane could question him further. Zane was grateful he had gloves and that had nothing to do with leaving behind fingerprints. It was impossible to move one thing without dislodging a thousand other things. Moving a magazine sent a stack careening onto the floor. Moving a box caused another small avalanche of computer equipment.

Asa gave him an exasperated look.

“What? It’s not like I made the mess,” Zane hissed.

When Zane got to Jerry’s computers, he grimaced. Underneath the desk, behind the mystery jars of liquid, was a shoebox. He gave a low whine as he pulled it towards himself. He’d rather find a half-eaten human heart than a single roach. He was relieved when he didn’t find either. It was a box of newspaper clippings.

He unfolded the first one and stopped short. “Asa,” he said, unable to stop the raw rasp in his voice.

Asa stopped what he was doing and wandered closer. Zane handed him a couple of the slips of paper. “It’s him.”

The clippings were newspaper articles about the suicides, not just at those two schools but at others. High schools. Jesus. Had they even thought about high schools? Had he gone after younger kids, too? Zane couldn’t think about it. There was clearly no end to his depravity. It wasn’t just newspaper clippings of the stories. There were obituaries. Funeral programs. The fucker had attended their funerals.

Asa kissed the top of his head. “Good find. Photograph as many as you can with the camera phone I gave you, then put them back exactly as you found them. He strikes me as being the kind of person who likes to go back and revisit his crimes.”

Asa continued to rummage around softly behind him until the silence was broken by another rockslide of items making a small clatter. This time, CDs in clear holders. They were unlabeled. Zane watched as Asa opened his bag and placed them inside. “What are you doing? I thought we were supposed to look, not touch.”

“Nobody hides a bunch of unlabeled DVDs unless there’s something he doesn’t want people looking too closely at. I’m taking a calculated risk.”

“Does that mean we can—”

There was the creaking of hinges, and then a sharp feminine voice said, “Jerry? Did you come home from work without even saying hello?”

Zane’s heart rate skyrocketed, but Asa just held a finger to his lips and shook his head, cool and calm as always.

“You’re hearing things,” a gruff voice called from deeper within the house. “I’m telling you, you’re getting senile.”

“Oh, hush. I definitely heard something,” she said.

“Probably a rat,” the gruff man shot back.

A rat? Zane shot a panicked look at Asa, eyes wide. Did they have rats down there? Zane hated rats more than roaches. Shit. Finally, the door at the top of the stairs slammed shut. Asa nodded towards the window, and Zane eagerly complied, letting Asa boost him up so he could wiggle out. Asa followed, needing no help from Zane whatsoever.

Zane didn’t start breathing again until they were back in the truck and out of Jerry’s neighborhood. He peeled the mask off his face. “I… Yeah, I hated that. I do not want to be a field reporter. Give me the highlight reels and let me piece it all together. Ugh. No. Just no. I need a shower. Like, now.”

Asa snickered. “That can be arranged. But let’s drop the DVDs for Calliope to catalog and digitize. She can make us a highlight reel if there’s anything on there worth looking at.”

Zane nodded. “Okay. Then you can feed me. I’m starving.”

Asa gave him a funny look. “I remember when I had to force-feed you. Now, you’re hungry all the time. Like a baby bird. ‘Feed me. Feed me. Feed me.’”

“Are you complaining?” Zane asked, narrowing his eyes.

Asa grinned. “Nope. Believe me, you’ll need the energy.”

Zane studied Asa’s face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Asa gave him an innocent look. “Nothing. Nothing at all, Lois.”

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Zane was pleasantly full and finally squeaky clean. That basement had been nightmare fuel, the scent lingering in his nose until Asa had taken him to get food. He turned the knob to turn off the scalding water, using one of Asa’s fluffy white towels to dry himself off, running it over his damp curls before wrapping it around his waist.

He didn’t make it two steps outside the bathroom before he found himself shoved against the wall, his face pressed against the cold surface. Asa yanked his arms behind him, two soft leather cuffs going around his wrists.

“What are you doing?” Zane asked, breathless.

Asa bit down on Zane’s shoulder, his teeth fitting into the bite marks he’d left just hours before. “Taking what I want.”

Zane couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped free.

“You going to be good for me, Lois?”

Zane couldn’t even form words, just gave a stilted nod as Asa led him up the stairs, keeping a hand around Zane’s bicep to keep him from stumbling. They were going to the sex dungeon. Or attic. The sex attic. They hadn’t played up there yet. Asa seemed to prefer making Zane run or spinning exceedingly dirty role play scenarios that always landed Zane as the submissive and Asa the aggressor.

Maybe he’d just been working Zane up to the sex attic. Maybe he thought Zane hadn’t been ready for what was about to happen. He might be right. Zane was never truly ready for the things Asa threw at him, but no matter how extreme their play, Zane was addicted. He couldn’t get enough of Asa.

“You have a safe word, Lois?” Asa crooned in his ear.

“Do I need one?” Zane asked, swallowing audibly.

Asa pushed the door open and flipped on a light, illuminating a rather impressive collection of devices that ranged from mundane, like paddles and floggers, to truly baffling things that looked almost like medical instruments. “My safe word is superman,” Zane said quickly, making it up on the fly.

Asa gently kissed his throat, unknotting the towel at his waist, his hands roaming where they pleased. “Don’t worry, Lois. I’ll keep the training wheels on. I just want you helpless. Totally at my mercy. Completely immobile.”

Zane couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped. He leaned his weight back on Asa, unable to do anything but let him touch him, tease him, play with him.

“You love being helpless for me, don’t you, Lois?”

“Yes.”

“You love being a whore for me, don’t you?”

Zane’s whole body burned. “Yes.”

Asa’s hand came up to close around Zane’s throat. “Just for me,” he rasped in his ear.

“Yes,” Zane managed around a soft cry.

“Good boy.”

Asa walked him towards a darkened corner of the room to a strange black leather…table? It was just above waist-high, but there were four padded platforms at each corner that sat lower than the table.

“Knees here,” Asa said, patting the two lower padded risers.

Understanding dawned, and a shiver ran through him. He wasn’t kidding. He wanted Zane completely immobile. Once he kneeled, Asa unlocked the cuffs that held his arms behind his back. Zane shook his arms out.

Asa’s lips pressed against his ear. “Assume the position, Lois.”

Zane hesitated for only a moment, realizing that the bench was slanted so his head was down, his arms and legs falling naturally into place. The cuffs that closed over each wrist and ankle were lined with something soft. It wasn’t uncomfortable so much as nerve-wracking. Zane was trapped. Immobile. Completely at Asa’s mercy.

Asa trailed fingers along the knobs of Zane’s spine. “Do you know what this bench is called?”

“No,” Zane managed.

“It’s got a lot of names, really. Punishment bench.” He raked blunt nails over Zane’s skin. “Spanking bench.” Asa’s hand came down hard on Zane’s ass cheek, fire trailing in its wake. He couldn’t fight the low moan that escaped.“But my favorite name for it, Lois…” Zane’s legs suddenly splayed wide, leaving him completely exposed. Asa spread Zane open. “...is breeding bench.”

Zane’s breath punched from him as Asa’s two fingers, somehow now slick with lube, pushed into him roughly. “Fuck.”

“Oh, I will,” Asa said, his fingers working inside Zane in a way that made him dizzy, especially when he added a third. “You like this? You like being completely helpless? Completely at my mercy? I could do literally anything to you right now. Anything at all.”

That was Asa’s real kink. Not the pain—or maybe not just the pain—he inflicted, nor the almost animalistic need to mark Zane, but the power. Asa needed to play God. He needed Zane fully dependent on him. Needed to know that Zane’s life hung in the balance and only Asa could give him what he needed.

Zane moaned. “Yes.”

It mirrored Zane’s kink nicely. He wanted Asa to want him, to care for him, comfort him, pick him, choose him. He wanted to be everything to Asa, just like Asa was becoming to him. Underneath all of the pain was just need. Zane needed Asa to love him. Protect him. Keep him. Needed him to hurt him and then sooth him.

Asa’s fingers disappeared abruptly. He came to stand in front of Zane and that was when he realized why the bench tilted downward at the top. It put Zane’s mouth exactly where Asa wanted it. “Open up, Lois.”

Zane didn’t have a choice. Asa was pushing his cock between his lips, holding his head in place so he could fuck roughly into his throat. “Relax for me. That’s it. Fuck. Your mouth is so hot. Swallow around my cock. Good boy.” The muscles of Zane’s throat burned. He tried to breathe slowly, tried not to trigger his gag reflex, but Asa wasn’t making it easy. He liked the noises Zane made when his life was in peril. He gagged, coughed, sputtered, but Asa was relentless, pulling back only when Zane’s head began to swim.

Then he was pulling free, hunkering down in front of him to wipe the saliva and tears from his face. “What should I do with you tonight? Hmm? Other than fill you with my cum?” he mused. “How many loads do you think you could take before you were begging me to stop? Three? Four? Can you imagine how full you’d feel?”

“Asa…” Zane moaned, trying to wiggle to give himself at least some friction, something to ease the ache, but there was nothing. The table was made to deny pleasure to the one strapped to it.

“What’s wrong, Lois?” he asked, his voice dripping with sympathy.

“Touch me,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “I need it. It hurts.”

Asa stroked Zane’s cheek. “I am touching you.” At Zane’s frustrated noise, Asa gave him a soft kiss, tongue sliding inside briefly. “Is that not what you meant, Lois?”

“I hate you,” he muttered.

Asa’s chuckle was maddening. “No, you don’t. You love me. Love this. I bet I can make you come untouched. But once I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll feel me every time you sit down for a week.”

Zane couldn’t even answer. He could only whimper against Asa’s lips. He kissed his slack mouth and then stood and walked out of Zane’s line of sight. He sucked in a breath as a finger pushed back inside him, probing until pleasure spasmed through his whole body.

Asa did it again. Zane’s nipples were painfully hard, goosebumps erupting along his skin. “Oh, does that feel good, Lois? Did I hit the spot?”

Asa’s finger pressed and released again, and Zane tried to speak but couldn’t. His blood felt hot, his nerves on high alert. Asa played Zane like some kind of exotic instrument, pressing and rolling and teasing until tears leaked from his eyes and pleas fell from his lips.

Asa always made sure Zane came, knew just how to touch him to make it happen, but it was subtle or, sometimes, abrupt. It had never been a deliberate attack on his senses. He’d never played with Zane like this. Asa was right. He could make him come untouched. But he wouldn’t. Each time Zane felt that tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, Asa’s fingers disappeared, like he had some kind of sixth sense.

Zane was no longer fully aware of his surroundings. He felt like one giant live wire. Whenever Asa pulled his fingers free, he’d wrap a slick hand around his cock, and it would feel like an entirely different type of orgasm building until Zane was frantic. “Huh-Oh-Oh, fuck. Please. Please. Please. It’s too much.”

Asa’s hand continued to stroke Zane, and his fingers returned, starting up a new rhythm, this circle, tap, grind that had Zane crying out. And then just crying. His pleas became barely-there babbling as he lost his train of thought again and again as Asa tormented him.

“Please, Asa,” Zane begged, voice low and raw. “I’ll do anything.”

Asa chuckled, biting his ass cheek. “You’re tied up, Lois. You’ll do whatever I want anyway.” Zane wailed as Asa twisted his fingers in a way that made him feel euphoric, like he was high.

When Asa’s hand disappeared again, Zane literally sobbed. Asa’s fingers were back, sending shocks of bliss through his blood with each stroke. “Oh, feel that? Look at all that fluid oozing from your cock. You’re so hard, so flushed. You’re so close. Can you feel it, Lois? I can make you come with just the slightest flick of my wrist. Is that what you want?”

This time, Asa didn’t remove his fingers but wrapped his other hand around his cock, using the fluid to work it around his shaft. “Tell me.”

“Yes, it’s what I want.”

“Tell me how much you like being my whore. I need the words.”

“I love it. I love it.”

“Say it,” Asa growled, his fingers tightening over Zane’s shaft.

Tears rolled unchecked down Zane’s cheeks. This pleasure pain loop was making him crazy. He just needed to come. So badly. “Please.”

Asa twisted his fingers, his knuckle pressing on his prostate in a way that robbed Zane of all reason. “Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll make you come so hard, you black out.”

“I’m your whore,” Zane sobbed. “Just yours. Please, Asa.”

“Shh,” Asa said, stroking Zane’s painfully hard cock. “I got you, Lois.”

Zane couldn’t think anymore. His whole body was just one tightly coiled spring, and every touch was almost too much pleasure. He couldn’t stop begging, couldn’t stop pleading with Asa to make it stop or make it better. He didn’t know what he wanted except relief.

“Oh, you’re leaking so much. You’re so close. Come on, Lois. Come for me.” Asa twisted his fingers and he felt this wave of pleasure crash into him, but when Asa jerked Zane just one time, Zane made a sound he wasn’t even sure was human. He could feel himself coming but it was like his whole body was just one pleasure center, his orgasm going on and on until his world went black.

When he came to, Asa was inside him, using him hard, his hands gripping his hips hard enough to know he’d have bruises tomorrow. Asa was chasing his own pleasure, bending over him, biting whatever flesh he could reach, his hand clenching in Zane’s hair to drive into him even deeper. Then he was coming, the sound he made somewhere between a growl and a shout, before collapsing on top of Zane and the bench.

He had no idea how long they laid there, but as the haze of pleasure wore away, Zane ached everywhere. With the scene ended, Asa was dropping soft kisses on Zane’s back, his shoulders, his hair. “You did so good, Lois. So fucking good. Are you okay?”

“No. I think you broke me,” Zane murmured, wiggling his ass beneath Asa, muscles contracting around his cock. Yeah, he ached literally everywhere.

Asa stood, slipping free of Zane before spreading him open, running fingers around his rim and then inside in a way that felt almost clinical. “You’re good, Lois. I didn’t break anything. You’ll just feel like I did for a few days.”

He undid Zane’s wrists and ankles and then helped him off the bench, catching him when his knees gave out then swinging him into his arms. “I think we should take a bath together. What do you say?”

Zane rested his cheek against Asa’s chest. “I can’t lift my…anything.”

“That’s alright. I’ll take care of you.”

“You better,” Zane said, voice barely above a whisper.

Asa stopped and looked down at him. “You can trust me, Lois. I promise.”

Zane swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. “Yeah. I know.”