I knew I needed to go out that night. Jay was the only person I'd slept with in a month or so, and while I love him with every ounce of my soul and the sex we have is fantastic (plus he's more than willing to play games), sometimes I want something a little nastier. He gets that and he's cool with it, and it's not exactly like we're monogamous anyway. I adore my fiance, he understands me so well.

I told him I was going out to find someone to play with. He grinned and said he'd have a hot bath ready for me when I got back. After telling me to watch out for cops, he kissed me goodbye at the door and I set out to find what I needed.

I found him about twenty minutes away. I have no idea what he was doing alone on the streets at that time of night. Sometimes pretty young men are stupid enough to think that because they aren't women, they're safe from people like me. He could only have been around sixteen or seventeen, but he didn't have any airs of innocence - there was something calculating about him. He was exactly what I wanted right then.

I'm a handsome guy, it didn't take me long to talk him into taking a stroll into an alleyway with me for a little clinch. He was one of those deluded little idiots who thinks because they're pretty they can use sex to wrap people around their little finger. He probably thought by the time we left the alley he'd be set for a sugar daddy for a few months. Moron.

I started out gently with him; I kissed him softly, practically had him swooning in my arms. Not on the lips obviously, because he didn't deserve it and because I'm fiercely loyal to my Jaseybaby. I let him think I was going to worship him adoringly while I tried to work out how I wanted to go about things tonight. I knew I had a knife on me, but I've always especially liked doing it with my bare hands. It's more intimate. In the end I made him jump because I bit him a little. Not much though, not enough to make him bleed.

He tried to shove me backwards, asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing. I just grinned at him and told him if he screamed I'd snap his neck. He started panicking then, got louder as he told me to get away from him. Little bitch probably would have screamed anyway if I hadn't shut him up, so I put one hand over his mouth and wrapped the other around his throat until he started choking. My wrist is covered in scratches of course, where he was trying to pry my hand away, but I'm a strong man anyway, and even more so when the beast in me comes out to play.

After a while his struggles were getting weaker, the oxygen deprivation was getting to him. I told him so long as he didn't scream I'd stop choking him, and slowly took my hand off his mouth. He stayed quiet (although he probably didn't have enough breath to make a noise anyway), so I eased the pressure on his throat too. He started gulping for air but he still didn't scream, and I figured I'd scared him enough to keep him quiet for a bit.

I pointed out that everything in life was so much easier when you just do as you're told and he said nothing. I love watching people when they're afraid; they're so beautiful. I smiled at him and brushed his hair back out of his eyes. He had lovely long blond hair, and I had visions of fucking him on his hands and knees, using his hair to pull his head back. I almost wanted to bring him home with me so I could take my time with him, take full advantage of his beauty. It would have been more trouble than he was worth though, so I just carried on.

I told him to kiss me. Not that I particularly cared if he kissed me or not, but I like to see boys like him doing things they really don't want to because they're too frightened to stand up to me. He did too, he leaned up and tried to kiss me, although I turned my head to the side at the last moment, even put his hands on my shoulders to make it seem like he really wanted to be doing this. He was shaking like a leaf, I could feel his lips trembling in fear against my cheek and he started to cry, although he tried so hard not to. I guess he thought I might react badly if he cried. I licked at his tears and told him it was okay, he could cry all he wanted, and say whatever he wanted too, so long as he wasn't too loud; after all, I'm not a monster.

I stood back from him a little and pulled his shirt up over his head. I almost threw it away, but I decided to keep it as a memento and strung it through one of my beltloops. He had a good body on him, I could see how he would have been very much in demand. I was starting to feel impatient by now though, so I ordered him to take his shoes off. It was really funny that here he was, trapped in an alleyway with someone like me, about to get the fucking of a lifetime, and one of the things he looked most bothered about was having to stand on the dirty ground in bare feet.

Once he'd taken them off I pushed him up against the wall and crushed my body against him so he could feel how badly I wanted to take him. I felt him trying to make himself kiss me and I thought it was quite sweet, in a weird sort of way. I didn't let him kiss me but I did bite his throat again, and this time I made him bleed. He moaned at the pain and that excited me so much I almost turned him around and fucked him right then, but I made myself slow down.

While I licked and sucked the blood from his neck, I dropped my hands to his ass. His pants were a bit too baggy, but from what I could tell through them, it seemed like an absolute delight. I was getting really hungry now so I tore open the button and zip on his pants and ordered him to step out of them. When he'd done it I kicked them over to his shoes and out of my way and as I turned my back for a second, he tried to bolt past me and escape.

He'd forgotten about that lovely lemon-scented, golden hair of his though - I just grabbed a handful of it and slung him back against the wall. He looked absolutely gorgeous; his hair all dishevelled, that beautiful body sprawled helplessly against the wall, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of red silk boxers, fear written all over that pretty face... he couldn't have been more perfect.

One thing I like about that kind of boy - they very rarely wear socks. Socks really detract from the eroticism, I think. He had a little tattoo around his ankle too. He simply couldn't help but be sexual whether he wanted to or not, not that it makes any difference when I'm in that kind of mood. When I advanced on him he started to cry more and more and I have to say, it looked just fabulous on him.

His ass felt better still through his boxers - I've always had a thing about silk, one of the things I adore so much about my Jaseybaby is that he likes to wear silk - and I couldn't wait to get it bare. The boxers tore away easily and I stuffed them in my pocket.

I spun him around and pushed him back against the wall, and I had to stop and admire his back for a second. He had some nasty scrapes on it from being flung against the bricks, so I traced my fingers over some of them. The way he whimpered was just delicious, and I couldn't help myself licking at a graze near his shoulder. He squealed some more, but the little slut actually liked that. I was kind of surprised, although I wasn't angry or anything. Not pleased either, just surprised.

I slid my hands down to his ass and it was fucking wonderful. Firm, smooth... I was dying to get inside him. I let go of him to undo my pants, and I was very satisfied to see that he made no attempt to run. He wouldn't have made it if he'd tried, of course, but I love it when they know that. I opened my pants up enough to get my cock out and left it at that. He wasn't exactly worth all the effort of getting undressed for.

I was hard as a rock by this time, and I put my cock against the crack of his ass. I ground against him a little, asking him if he was looking forward to it; I told him to be honest, I wouldn't treat him worse for telling the truth. He said no. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he was crying too hard to get the words out. I asked him his name and he managed to choke out that it was Shannon. I don't think I've ever had a Shannon before. I looked down at the perfect globes of his ass rubbing against my cock and I figured, to hell with foreplay.

I told him to spread his legs and he did it, without a word. I ran a finger between his cheeks, feeling his entrance contract tighter in fear as I slid over it, and I was tempted to finger him for a while before I fucked him. But if I did that, I wouldn't get quite so much reaction when the time came. So I told him to brace himself, because this could sting a little.

I took hold of my cock and rubbed the head over his hole a few times. I love the way it feels when they tighten like that right against your head, it really turns me on so bad. I'd had enough by then, I wanted to fuck him right that second, so I started pushing in.

He put his wrist in front of his face and bit into it to keep himself from screaming. He looked fucking amazing with the tears streaming down his cheeks and his face contorted in pain, but he felt even better. He was so tight, so hot... God, it was bliss.

I forced my cock into him slowly, listening to him yelp and whimper. This guy felt great - I asked him if he was enjoying it and he said no. Then I asked him if he wanted it to be over and he said yes, so I told him it would only be over when his ass was full of my cum. I said if he wanted it over faster he should try to get me off.

He started pushing back against me, trying to get me in faster. I just laughed at him and told him to stop. I didn't care if it felt good to him so I didn't need him to act like he wanted more. If he wanted to turn me on, he should fight me, just the way I knew he wanted to.

So he did; he tried to squirm away from me, tried to pull his body closer to the wall and away from my cock. It drove me nuts. In no time at all I had my chest against his back, trapping his torso against the bricks, and my arms wrapped tight around his waist, keeping his ass still so I could fuck him good and hard. The more he cried that I was hurting him and begged me to stop, the faster I raped him.

I could see him drawing blood from his arm, he was biting his wrist so hard, so I took an arm from his waist and moved his hand aside, putting my hand over his mouth again. I told him he could scream as much as he liked now and I could see it was a relief for him, not having to hold himself back. I bit into his neck again and his howls and wails reverberated against my palm as I lapped at his blood, making me thrust my cock into him harder still.

I closed my eyes, committing the sensations to memory; the vibrations of his cries against my hand, his tears sliding over my fingers, that lemon scent, the flesh at his throat tearing under my teeth, his body writhing against mine as he tried to escape, his tight ass around my cock a little lubricated now because he'd been bleeding... I created a mental reconstruction of this perfect moment so I could return to it whenever I wanted.

He was starting to weaken at this point, so I slipped my hand from his mouth to close around his throat again. I snarled in his ear that he was a good fuck, that I loved having my prick inside him as I squeezed him tighter and tighter, relishing the little choking sounds and frantic struggles as he tried to save himself. Being in so much pain, he'd forgotten about the fear once I'd actually started raping him; when I began strangling him again it came back in full force and it was intoxicating me.

I was really close by now, so I redoubled the pressure on his throat. I forced my cock into him as hard and as deep as I could, and his jolt of pain and gurgles as he tried to breathe were enough for me. I came in such a rush I nearly lost control and killed him accidentally, but I just about managed to hold on.

I eased my cock out of him, and I could see a bloody mess near his asshole where my zip had been rubbing against him, as well as the blood from the actual rape. I let him go and he slipped to the floor, spluttering and gasping as he tried to pull air through his bruised windpipe. My veins were practically singing to me, I could feel the thump and surge of my blood through my body. It's those moments that make you feel alive.

Normally I take a piece of jewellery from my victims, but the only thing he was wearing was a watch, and it wouldn't have been very fair to leave him unable to tell what time it was. So I decided to take the tattoo around his ankle instead. I pushed him onto his back and pulled his leg up into my lap, then thought to warn him he should probably bite on his wrist again. He'd survived the rape, it'd be kind of silly for him to start screaming now and get himself killed.

I got the knife out of my jacket and unsheathed it (I never carry those foul little flick-knife things, they have no class at all). I started slicing the skin away from his ankle, watching his flesh split and bloom beneath my blade, and to give the little guy credit he muffled his screams very well indeed and did a good job of keeping his leg still, considering the pain he must have been in. It's quite a nice tattoo in fact, one of those tribal designs. I even managed to carve it off in one long strip.

I'd pocketed the tattoo and stood up, and was about to put my cock away when I figured it'd make an awful mess in my pants; it was covered in the kid's blood. So I knelt next to his face and told him to lick it clean. He was still having a tough time, not breathing too well and weak from the time without oxygen, but he struggled up onto one elbow and obediently licked me clean, swallowing his own blood.

Although I'd just come, having this hot little bitch's tongue on my prick was turning me on again so I took hold of his head and pushed my cock into his mouth. He wailed a couple of times, but once I pointed out that I was in the mood again now, and it was either this or I'd have to fuck him again, he went right to work. Deep-throated me too; actually, I'm not sure that he did it on purpose as much as I rammed myself down his throat, but either way it felt fucking good.

He gave up trying to bob his head pretty quickly and just let me fuck his face, trying to suck on my length as I thrust it into him. I'd have to give the boy full marks for effort. When I came I warned him to swallow it, and he'd learned by then to do as he was told. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and rubbed it over his lips and face before I put myself away, telling him I wanted to remember how he felt.

I patted his head and told him I'd had a lovely evening and we'd have to do this again sometime, and then I started out for home. I was in a wonderful mood. I'd just fucked the most delicious little slut and I was going home to curl up with my Jaseybaby.