Nightmare Summer as a Lifeguard - Part 5 (Kitt's Prisoner)

Disclaimer: All people involved are over 18 and this is a work of fiction.

People we've met:

• Cody (me) 19 years, 5'6, 130 pounds with a lean swimmer's build, white with freckles, short-black-curly hair, and green eyes.
• David (boss at local swimming pool who just force-fucked me multiple times). Somewhere near 50 years, around 6'0, over 240 pounds with a weathered dad bod, slightly tan complexion, thick hair on his arms and legs, some greying in his otherwise black, short hair with a receding hairline.
• Kitt (random jock-dad that asked me out before he left the pool, turns out he's good friends with David). Early 40s, silver haired, jock.

- After Kitt had showered me, shaved me, and tied me with a tether to a hook on the ceiling in the locker room shower bay. (Part 4) -

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Kitt knew exactly what he was going to do before he did it.

The signs were all there. The way he paced himself in conversations. The way he focused on whatever was before him. The way he coerced me to do what he wanted. The way he was mad that David deviated from their original plan and now wanted me to himself to make up for it. Kitt needed to be in control. And now he was controlling me.

There I stood, tethered to the ceiling, with little more than 2 feet of space to walk and squirm before my leather bonds held me back to the ceiling. I looked briefly up at the hook to see if I could get enough of an angle to release the leather strap from it. But it was no use. The hook was at least 3 or 4 inches deep, and had a small lever or gate on the inside of it, to prevent that very thing. Someone would have to get up there like on the stepladder now placed across the shower bay against a wall, and release the latch and lift the straps off the hook.

Definitely something my captor could do, since he set the whole thing up, and I just watched like an idiot. Once again I found myself with no choices except for ways to make everything worse.

My gaze shot back to Kitt as he twirled his finger at me, signaling me to turn around. "You know the way out of this, buddy," Kitt taunted, "and it's not like I'm being mean or unfair about it." My jaw dropped in the shock of his audacity to say such a thing. I sharply asked, "How the hell is this not unfair? Even porn stars have to adjust to dick the first time it goes in. This is entirely unreasonable!"

Kitt flicked a wrist at me and said, "Oh please. Look, my cock is lubed up. I could be going in dry. I'm going slow. I could be ramming it into you and ripping you open to bleed all over. I could have already gagged ya, but I'm letting you talk back to me. I could tie you to one of the benches or a sex swing, but instead I am giving you room to move around and spread your legs. I could be giving you only one chance, but I am giving you basically unlimited chances. This could be a whole lot worse for ya, Cody. You're just too pretty to realize it."

I spaced out again mid-way through his self-aggrandizing but I got the bulk of what he was not-so-vaguely threatening. He stood in the nude, cock raised full-mast and shiny with lubricant, with one palm extended downward and open towards me, the other twisting his strap (may as well have been a belt) to the side. All in all, he was gesturing to me with a non-verbal, "Well, what's it gonna be?"

Several breaths came and went as I tried to calm myself and... I don't know, attempt to enter some state of horny zen. He stood patiently, and somehow still erect, as I made peace with my predicament. Accepting my harsh reality, was quickly becoming an advanced skill of mine. I twirled a 180 and spread my legs, planting my feet onto the wet tile floor. My hands above wrapped around and gripped their leather tether and I practiced my breathing and started to flex and unflex my hole.

As soon as I felt his cock, I instinctively tried to bear down on it, just like riding a cock or dildo from above. That helped for maybe the first inch, but as he inserted his meat into me, I felt that familiar sharp pain, as he stretched me.

"Mmmph."

WHACK!!!

Another strike from his belt-like whip, and I shot off of him, trying to escape the pain, only to be yanked back, once I strayed more than a few feet. My body stretched like a torture device as my feet tried to gain traction at the edge of the tether, but eventually swung back and found the traction once more right under the hook.

I felt the air brushing against the bruised flesh on my soft butt-cheek. I turned half-way back to look at him, he nodded his head upwards and said, "Mildly better. Try again."

I turned once more, my breathing intensifying, this time I felt his chest behind my back, before the tip of his cock slid in-between my cheeks and pressed against my entrance. His free hand gently gripped my waist. With that hand in command, he pulled me in as he inserted again. This time, he went all the way in, smoothly, but swiftly. I yelped in response, then yelped again as he abruptly pulled himself out of me. I felt his body heat fade away as he stepped back, and smacked me twice, once on each cheek with his leather lash.

This time I howled in agony.

WHACK!

I yelp once more.

WHACK!

I jump and hop, trying to do any type of maneuver with my legs to evade the strikes and avoid the pain. But Kitt follows me around and strikes me for every sound I make.

After a flurry of strikes, finally I muffle my voice, pinching my lips together, sucking them inward in a reverse pucker, and stare down Kitt who had raised his hand once more but held it. We stared each other down. My gaze was fear and exhaustion, his was fury and disappointment. All my air was in and out of my nostrils like an irritated bull. I loosened my lips and stood upright once more. Kitt let his lash gently fall with his hand, hanging off to the side.

The lash dropped to the floor out of his hand and he eye-balled me as he walked towards me. He spun me around with such force, I would have fallen on my face, were it not for my tether to the ceiling. He lined up his cock with my hole, tapping it quickly several times in succession, before slowly inserting it all the way. I bit my tongue, but right as he entered balls deep, I let out the quickest of weak whimpers. But this time he stayed in me.

He placed his lips next to my ears from behind me, a hand wrapping around the front of my throat, another grabbing the side of my waist. He spoke thoughtfully and quietly, "Perhaps I was going too easy on you. It seems you are in need of a more rigorous regimen."

His hand around my throat dropped and instead grabbed the opposite side of my waist. Kitt pulled his thick and pulsing cock completely out of my hole, and once it cleared my cheeks, rammed it all the way back in, his hips colliding and clapping with my cheeks in a singular SLAP.

"ug-AH!" I shouted in response to the quick-splitting of my cheeks and hole. As soon as the sound left my lips, he slapped the side of my ass with his bare hand. It didn't sting as much as the lash, but my flesh was probably already red as a tomato, and was tender to the touch. I yiped again. He slapped my ass again.

Once more he pulled completely out of me, and rammed right back in. And once more I cried in pain.

SLAP! SLAP!

He was striking me on both sides of my ass, lifting one hand off the waist, delivering the strike, and then repeating with the other. He pulled out again and slammed back into me. The lube was doing all the work it could to protect me from tearing a sore inside me or possibly bending his dick too fast and too harshly.

Again and again. SLAP after SLAP. He pounded me and slapped me like a bucking bronco. The air started to burn my cheeks, I would be surprised if I wasn't bleeding at this point. Kitt must have noticed, because he started to find new places to strike, and in new ways.

Each time I failed, he would strike somewhere new. Sometimes it was awkward enough of an angle and spot that I felt no pain. Other times, it hurt worse than my ass-cheeks. He slapped my back. Slapped me on the side of the head. Punched in-between my shoulders. Punched the back of my head. A couple of times, he even tickled my now-hairless armpits, before slapping my rib cages.

In and out of my hole.

I yelp, moan or cry.

SLAP, WHACK, SLAM.

Over and over, he beats me as he fucks me, and all the while shouting singular commands at me: "Focus. Quieter. Control yourself. You're weak. Be strong."

A few times I yelled out so loud, I thought someone would hear down the road from our small window in the upper walls. But no one came. No one heard. Or no one cared.

To this day, I have no idea for how long this went on. In the end, it felt like at least an hour. I felt bruised, beaten, bloodied, and distraught. Even with the help of Kitt's hands on my waist and the tether to the ceiling above me, I could barely stand.

I was ready to let myself go, just pass out and hope I wake up once it was all over.

Just as I was deep into the acceptance of my pain, I felt Kitt squirm his way inside me once more. Aside from the clap of his hips and pelvis against my bouncy bubble-butt, I made no sound. It caught Kitt off guard, but I had barely noticed. I was numb to whatever was happening. I feared the second my numbness would fade, that I would be in terrible and excruciating pain.

Kitt pulled out again and slammed inside me once more.

Nothing.

"WHEW! I was getting worried for a little bit there that you wouldn't make it." Kitt exclaimed a sense of relief, and if possible, a sickening sense of joy. He thrusted but this time stayed inside me.

Nothing.

He thrusted again and again.

Nothing.

"Finally! Hell, you may be too loose to finish me off now. That just means it will take me more time. But hey, you've learned to control yourself now, so this will be a worthy test."

And with that, he squatted slightly, put a hand behind each of my knees and lifted me off the shower bay floor, holding me against his chest, with his hands under my legs in an aerial squatting position, almost a fetal one. He fucked his throbbing cock up into me while holding me mid air. My head bounced and bobbed up and down, yet still I made no sound. I spaced out, staring deep into the pores of the cheap ceiling tiles.

Kitt was now the one making noise. Hypocrite. His grunts filled the shower bay and locker room as he continued to pound upward into me mid-air. A few more minutes of his aerial control of me, and he pulled out and let my feet drop to the floor. I almost collapsed, but he pulled me up by the waist, put my legs together, and slid into me once more.

Relentlessly, he pounded away, keeping my legs as together as he could, so as to tighten my hole as well.

"Squeeze your hole. Tighten yourself around my cock. Make me cum."

I don't know where I found the energy, let alone the control, but somehow I tightened my hairless hole around his drilling dick and held it tight, just like I would do to my core during a plank. I felt no pleasure. I would not orgasm from this. I simply... existed... as this hole with which Kitt could play.

"Aaaahhh... I'm gonna cum. Keep it together Cody. Almost there!" Kitt was certainly having the time of his life, but now I just stared down into the blue and white tiles of the floor waiting for this to be over. My shoulders burned from the angle and my weight bearing down while my arms will kept pulled up by the tether. It felt like they might pop out of their respective sockets during any of Kitt's next thrusts.

Just then, the thrusting stopped, and the silence from our claps was replaced with Kitt's grunting and heavy breathing. He was spent. My hole was so worn, I didn't even feel his cock pulsate, but I felt my chasm being filled with his warm cum. He stayed inside me and didn't move for several minutes, shuddering from the energy spent and the chills that overwhelmed him.

Finally he pulled out, and I only noticed because he was now standing in front of me with the step stool. He placed it on the ground, climbed the 4 steps, and began to unfasten my chain.

There were no thoughts left in my head, only action. Even I didn't know what I was about to do. Once I felt the weight of my tether change and heard the hook unclasp, I charged the stepladder and shoved it as hard as I could across the wet floor.

It happened so fast.

His legs flipped under him as fast as I could push the stepladder. There was nothing to brace his fall except the floor and... the bench. His head struck the corner of the bench and bore all of the first impact from his flip-and-fall.

CRACK!

Then the sound of his flesh and bones colliding with the hard tile floor.

SMACCRRK!

I fell to the floor, completely wiped. I leaned my head up just enough to give me a full vision of Kitt on the floor. Every other second, his body convulsed and shook. I feared and hoped for exactly the same outcome: That he was dying.

Slowly, painstakingly, I brought myself to all 4s, crawled over to Kitt and the bench, and then lifted myself to sit on it. Kitt still convulsed, but less often. I slid myself down the bench and laid down on my stomach longways on it, so I was somewhat parallel with Kitt. I reached a hand down to move his face so I could see what was happening. The white of his eyes were gone, now completely red.

For the briefest of seconds his eyes flickered to look up at me, before they went motionless and his convulsion stopped. I let a few more moments pass before I placed two fingers on his neck, finding his carotid artery. I felt nothing.

It was true. He was gone.

I felt nothing for him, just as I felt nothing towards the end of his painful domination of me, and just as I felt nothing in his pulse.

But I wasn't completely numb any more. For the first time since this weekend started, I felt hope.

I felt a smile cross my face as I pondered my next move: Escape.

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To be concluded...