Rope
Edit: Shit, my grasp on the concept of time is evidently horrible, here it is anyway though!
Title: Rope
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Anthony/Sweeney
Warnings: rape, sadism, torture, blood, violence
Wordcount: 3,700 I have no clue how it ended up being this long... lol
Crossposts: sweeney_slash, darksidedepp
Beta: st_minority
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Anthony turned his head to see the barber glaring at him. Todd’s grip tightened on his shoulder. The hair on Anthony’s neck started to bristle and he felt his stomach churn as he eyed the barber’s malevolent expression carefully.
“I said get out. “ Anthony was still in a state of shock, on the steps outside Todd’s shop. He couldn’t believe the man was consorting with… the enemy.
“Don’t, touch me.” Anthony said flatly, shrugging the barber’s calloused hand off his shoulder. Stepping forward, to begin down the stairs Sweeney grabbed the young sailor by the back of his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat. Anthony inhaled sharply, more in surprise than in anger.
“I will do what I want to you boy. Make no mistake.” Sweeney said, leaning in beside the boy’s face. Anthony could feel Todd’s hot breath on his vulnerable flesh; it made his skin crawl. The barber let go of the young sailor’s hair and straightened himself, intently watching as Anthony hurriedly clutched his throat and regained his bearings. “I trust you will learn this lesson well,” Todd said and turned around to walk off. As soon as these words rolled off the barber’s tongue Anthony became enraged. He spun around, his face twisted with anger, and forcefully latched onto Todd’s shoulders. The barber was startled, and didn’t react quickly enough as Anthony pulled him back into a headlock.
“YOU WILL DO NOTHING TO ME, UNDERSTAND? AND I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOU WITH THAT MAN AGAIN,” Anthony fumed and let go of Todd throwing him to the ground. Slowly pushing himself up from the floor, Todd composed himself. He stood and turned to look at Anthony. His eyes spoke volumes, rage had now settled in beside the barber’s pupils.
“You, you underestimate my…. capabilities my friend…” He said smugly, his head cocked slightly to the side. With that statement he punched Anthony in the jaw. While the sailor was still reeling from the blow, Todd unsheathed his razor, forced Anthony back up against the railing. Poising it near Anthony’s neck he said, “Are we clear now?” Gruffly Anthony said yes, and Todd released him. With the barber’s frame pressed up against his own, it was clear to Anthony that Todd was enjoying this tension on some level. Sweeney also noticed something was slightly off about the young sailor, though he couldn’t place his finger on it.
Anthony waited a moment before striking back at the barber. He stood rooted in place as Todd gave him a final glare. Averting his eyes in a false sign of submission, Anthony waited for the barber to turn his back to him. As Sweeney turned to walk inside, Anthony took one long step forward, grabbed Sweeney by the back of the head, and slammed his face into the door frame. The young sailor was beyond rational thought; the idea Todd in pain consumed his mind. No one was to take advantage of him ever again, much less this insolent barber. Todd slumped to the floor unconscious after his head impacted the harsh wood a few times too many. Anthony caught his breath looking down on the crumpled man. Sweeney had a gash on his otherwise unmarred pale forehead now, which was oozing blood, which rolled down his brow and pooled in his orbits.
Once he had calmed down even more, Anthony looked at himself, and at the figure lying on the ground again. Anthony thought to himself how he hated the way the man treated him. Anthony was also surprised at how much he was enjoying overpowering Todd; the bulge in his pants also slightly disturbed him. Anthony didn’t think of himself as a cruel person. However, violence begets violence he thought to himself. Suddenly, an idea of how to make sure this arrogant man would never cross him again popped into Anthony’s mind. The plan would also alleviate some of the sailor’s frustrations in addition to appealing to his need for revenge. Anthony smiled to himself while grabbing Todd’s arm, and dragged his body out of the way so he could open the door. Anthony stepped inside, and hauled the limp form in behind him. “Now, what the bloody hell am I going to do with you, Mr. Todd? It seems you’ve put me in quite a predicament.” He said as he scanned the room for something to subdue the barber with when Todd eventually roused. Anthony knew he couldn’t control the man with merely his own strength, nor would he have as much fun if he was constantly battling for control.
Silently shutting the door, Anthony began to search around Sweeney’s shop for something to control the barber with. He looked under Todd’s cot; all the sailor found was dust. He walked to the other side of the room, and again Anthony found nothing. He supposed he cold rip up the sheets and tie him up with those, but that’d be so tedious. It was then Anthony spotted the box, so he went over and inspected it. The trunk had red specks all over it, how curious he thought to himself. Upon lifting the lid Anthony was greeted by a stench, and also by quite a large amount of rope. This rope appeared absolutely filthy from sitting, and soaking in whatever resided in the bottom of the trunk. He reached in and carefully lifted up the rope. It looked even worse in the light of the room than it did in the obscurity of it’s former container. Anthony knew the rope would be a good choice, as if he had learned anything as a sailor; it was how to tie knots.
Anthony dropped the rope on the ground next to the barber. By now, he had more or less completely decided that he would humiliate Todd beyond anything the barber had ever known. The sailor didn’t think of himself as a sadistic man, but the appeal of power and being able to exact revenge proved to be too much. Anthony began by unbuckling Sweeney’s belt, discarding it and grabbing one of Todd’s razors. The next tasks of untying the barber’s scarf and unbuttoning his vest proved to be too tedious of a task for Anthony, so instead he employed the use of Todd’s razor. First Anthony started with Todd’s shirt, paying little attention to whether the razor bit into the man’s pallid flesh. The red liquid oozing into Todd’s shirt only further motivated him. Anthony then ripped the shreds off Todd’s torso, staring at the man’s pale chest. Anthony couldn’t believe how much this was arousing him, seeing Sweeney Todd lying there on the floor completely at his mercy. He stopped for a moment and rubbed his erection through his pants. The sailor ripped his hand away, and took a deep breath as he began to take off the barber’s pants. Anthony opted for a more tactile approach, rather than allowing only the cold razor to touch the barber’s flesh. Slowly he undid Todd’s trousers and slipped them off, reveling in the completely vulnerable form he was kneeling over.
After Anthony had completely undressed Todd he began to bind him. Rolling the incapacitated barber onto his stomach, Anthony grasped the man’s arms and laid them across his back, placing his wrists adjacent to one another. The sailor then took the rope and went to work. Folding the rope in half, he passed the former midpoint of the rope under the barber’s wrists. Anthony took then loose ends and passed them both through the loop in the rope. Pulling it tight, Anthony began wrapping the rope in the opposite direction, so it pulled against the loop. After he was satisfied he had the rope tightly wrapped around the barber’s wrists, he took the rope and put it through the hole he’d created when he reversed the direction he was wrapping the rope in. Once Anthony completed that task, he took the rope again and now wrapped it three times tightly, perpendicularly around the coils between the barber’s wrists, cinching the rope together so the man could not escape. He pulled it tighter again, he could already see Todd’s hands turning a shade of red, and Anthony smiled. The sailor took the end of the rope and threaded it under Todd’s arms just above his elbows. Anthony took the end, and pulling it taught, he passed it under where he began binding Todd’s elbows together. Pulling the rope taught in the now opposite direction he added more coils to the man’s arms. Anthony knew he was doing this in the most painful way possible for the barber. When Todd would come around, he would struggle, tightening his bonds and further impeding his blood’s circulation. Anthony smiled to himself as began to finish the tie around his elbows, making the cinching wraps slowly. Taking the remainder of the rope, he threaded it under the portion of rope that connected Todd’s wrists to his elbows. Tightening that, he took the ends of the rope and ran them up either side of the barber’s neck, tying the knot in the center of the barber’s throat, so Todd would choke himself as he struggled. Or at the very least Sweeney would have a very nice bruise where the knot was.
He stood up and looked at the barber, who was now starting to show signs of regaining consciousness. Anthony knew he had to bind Todd’s legs at least slightly as well, so he would have no chance of escape. Going back to the trunk Anthony looked around for more rope, he reached into it’s fetid depths and to his surprise he found another length of it. He used this to tie Sweeney’s legs together in much the same fashion as he had his arms. When Anthony was done, he ran his fingers all along the barber’s pale flesh. He could no longer deny his arousal. The young sailor had tried his best to ignore it while he was tying up the barber, but now the sight of him lying there on the floor was too much. Anthony was filled with hate looking at the barber. In Todd’s face was the face of every evil and sadistic man that had ever taken advantage of him. Anthony was determined to get his sweet revenge on all of them, even if physically it would only be on the poor barber. He unbuttoned his trousers and kneeled on the floor next to Sweeney’s face. He took his aching cock out of his trousers. Rocking back onto his toes he began stroking himself, looking down at the prone form of Todd, who was just beginning to regain consciousness. It didn’t take Anthony long before he knew he was about to orgasm, so he rocked back onto his knees, moaning, and finished spurting onto Sweeney’s pale face.
The shock of a hot substance coming into contact with his face made Todd awaken suddenly. He opened his eyes and looked at the semi nude form of Anthony kneeling by his face. He felt something drip down his cheek. His eyes went from the end of Anthony’s leaking cock to trying to strain to see what was on his face. Moments later it finally occurred to him what the young sailor had done.
“You…” The dripping venom in the bound man’s voice made Anthony caused his lips to upturn into a smile. “I will kill you.” Todd’s eyes were slits, and his pupils were so small you could barely see them. His lips curled up into a snarl as he spoke. Anthony stood up, tucked himself back in his pants, and walked around to the other side of the barber.
“I don’t think you’re going to do anything to me Mr. T.” With that he placed his foot on the barber’s throat. The barber made to speak again, despite the pressure of the foot. Anthony quickly removed his foot and dropped to his knees. Silently and with a face devoid of expression Anthony raised his fist and struck the barber in the face with violence he had known he possessed. There was a loud pop as Anthony realized he had dislocated Todd’s jaw. This only made him snicker slightly and aroused him further. Todd started whimpering now. “What, so the little barber is going to cry now? Because someone finally put him in his place?” Anthony said, stammering slightly as he spoke then rising and circling Todd, who had ceased struggling. With his foot, Anthony rolled Todd onto his side, and saw that the barber’s arms were a bright red, and his hands were an even deeper hue. He let the barber drop back to the floor with a thud. Todd cried out as his already tender arms were put under even more sudden stress from the weight of his body.
It didn’t take long before Anthony began becoming aroused again. Anthony knew it would take more, since he had already defiled the barber’s face with his first batch of semen. Still, he knew he wanted to humiliate the barber even more. Anthony looked down at the naked form of the barber, Todd tried to hide himself, but it was no use. Anthony went over to where he had strewn Sweeney’s clothes over the floor, he bent over and selected one of the barber’s gleaming blades. He then went back over to Todd and grabbing the barber by the hair, he dragged Todd over to the wall, and propped him up against it. Anthony wanted Todd to see everything he was about to do to him. Kneeling next to Sweeney, Anthony slowly opened the razor. The barber’s eyes went wide as he saw his precious friend being handled by someone other than himself. Rage boiled in the pit of his chest. Todd tried to keep a blank face, though it proved useless. Anthony could see how angry it made him, and that only made the young sailor smile wider and arouse him further. Anthony wanted to rip from Todd any shred of pride that the barber had, just as others had taken from the sailor. Anthony took the razor, and after inspecting it for a few moments, he put it to Todd’s throat. Anthony didn’t have to say anything, this gesture transcended language. If Todd made a sound he died. The sailor then took the razor and brought it down to Todd’s more sensitive region. Anthony looked at the barber, who was now quaking with several tears streaking through the dried blood and down his face. His eyes spoke volumes, pleading with Anthony not to cut that.
Anthony took Todd’s testicles in his hand, Todd quaked, both from the shock of the cold and also from fear. He had no control over what Anthony was about to do to his most precious bits and pieces. Todd sincerely hoped that they wouldn’t end up in pieces. Anthony looked at Todd, whose face remained twisted in fear and still had the occasional tear could be seen streaking across his cheek. The sailor knew it was all the man could do to keep from breaking down and bawling. Anthony knew what that felt like. He knew what real fear was like, and he was determined to show the insolent barber the same emotion in graphic detail. He would break him.
Anthony started to play with the barber’s genitals. After several minutes of manipulating Sweeney’s flesh, it was apparent to Anthony that Todd liked it. Todd eyed Anthony carefully, yet had calmed down considerably. He was still not sure exactly as to Anthony’s intentions. Todd’s lax face made his dislocated jaw stand out even more. Anthony decided he would wait a bit longer until the barber let down his guard completely before delivering the coup de grace. The sailor carefully stroked the barber until he was erect. Todd stupidly let his guard down and Anthony knew this would be the time to act. For some strange reason, doing this aroused Anthony even further. He couldn’t decide if it was from touching another man like that, or having the knowledge that he was about to give Todd pain beyond all measure. Sweeney momentarily closed his eyes, and that was when Anthony took up the razor again, and stabbed the barber in the thigh.
Todd yelped, but it came out wrong because of his jaw. When he tried to move his mouth to scream, it only hurt him more. Taking him by the hair, Anthony dragged Todd back onto the floor and flipped the barber over onto his stomach. The sailor stood over the quaking form and grabbed him by the back of the hair again, Anthony then smashed his face into the floor a few times. He stopped when he realized he had broken the barber’s nose, because he could see blood pooling under Todd’s face. He finally stopped and again took his throbbing cock out of his trousers while listening to Todd sob and choke on and aspirate his own blood. Anthony stood over Todd for a moment, allowing himself to drip on the barber’s back and now purple arms. He looked around the barber’s body for the razor, he couldn’t see it. He must’ve driven it further into the man’s leg when he flipped him over. The sight of Todd’s now purple arms excited Anthony and he pushed onward with the process. Todd started coughing while Anthony searched for the man’s other razor. He found it and cut through the bindings on the man’s legs carelessly. There was already so much blood everywhere from Todd’s thigh and nose that it didn’t matter if he cut him again, he wouldn’t notice it, and Anthony also doubted Todd would notice the pain. Once the sailor finished cutting through the rope, he spread the barber’s legs. He paused and thought for a moment. He decided he would rather see Todd’s face when he raped him. He stood back up and flipped Sweeney over again, making sure to put pressure on the barber’s bound arms. Blood continued to slowly leak from Todd’s nose, adding to the amount already covering his face and matting his hair. The only clear spaces on his face were from where Todd’s tears had cut a path through the blood. Anthony decided to enact a sort of kindness, and pop Todd’s jaw back into it’s socket for him. He sat on the barber’s chest, eliciting a muffled yelp from the helpless body, and took Todd’s jaw between his hands and forcefully jerked it back into place with a sharp snap. Sweeney screamed again and Anthony removed himself from the barber’s chest. Grabbing the razor out of Todd’s thigh, Anthony smiled and cast it across the room.
He knelt between the barber’s legs, lifted them over his shoulders and violent plunged into the listless barber. The end of his cock met resistance as he first pushed at the entrance to Todd, but he only thrust harder, and made Sweeney scream and cry louder. When he was all the way inside the barber he stopped and said in a slightly shaking voice, “If you’re quiet, I’ll be quick about it.” With that he continued his thrusts, still meeting some resistance because he hadn’t lubricated himself. For about a minute Todd genuinely tried to remain quiet, Anthony could see him biting his lip, his tongue, closing his eyes, doing everything he possibly could to not cry out in pain.
Todd couldn’t believe the cruelty of the sailor, beating him so, and then baiting him into submission, and now the pain was so intense. He tried to stop looking at Anthony’s face as he was raping him. Sweat streaked Anthony’s brow, and his expression was one of sheer pleasure and malice, though it was apparent that Anthony was a little nervous despite his cruelty. Todd didn’t think those emotions could mix so well until he saw Anthony in that moment. The barber couldn’t stop crying, and at this point he was beyond caring. The sensation of Anthony inside him was revolting, and excruciating. After a while, the pain was so intense for Todd that he could no longer feel his individual wounds, his whole being ached. Only Anthony could feel the blood oozing out of the barber and trickling onto his balls.
Anthony was almost to his climax, but he needed something to push him over the edge. He looked down at the barber, who by now had stopped all out screaming and only was whimpering now while rocking his shoulders back and forth with his eyes clenched shut. Anthony looked at Sweeney’s thigh where he had stabbed him; he smiled inwardly as he took his index and middle fingers and drove them into the wound which was still leaking blood. The sudden shock of Anthony’s digits inside him made Todd shriek, Anthony then dug around with his fingers a little bit. He could feel the different tissues inside the man, and eventually Todd’s femur. He found a small cord and tugged on it, which evoked more shrieking from Todd and led to his eventual unconsciousness, he knew he had found Todd’s nerve. After that, it only took Anthony a few more thrusts, which we considerably easier now that there was less friction in side the barber. He closed his eyes as he tensed and his whole body jerked as he spilled into Todd.
Anthony laid there for a moment, utterly exhausted from his labors. Todd was still unconscious, and his head looked disarticulated from the rest of his body. Anthony finally removed himself and that was when the magnitude of what he had done struck him. He looked at the inert barber on the floor and froze. Quickly, he shoved himself back into his trousers, which were now bloody and putrid. Not knowing what else to do with himself or the barber, he left Todd lying there on the floor and ran outside. He stopped on the stairs, he couldn’t just leave him there…. He tip-toed back inside, Todd was still unconscious. He gently rolled Todd over and cut the cords from the barber’s arms. The sight of Sweeney’s bruised and purple arms made him want to retch. After Anthony finished, he dropped a smock over the barber and ran outside. His conscience continued to tear at his heart strings. Looking down at himself, Anthony started to cry. He knew he was no better than the men who had abused him. He was a monster now, just like the barber.
Title: Rope
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Anthony/Sweeney
Warnings: rape, sadism, torture, blood, violence
Wordcount: 3,700 I have no clue how it ended up being this long... lol
Crossposts: sweeney_slash, darksidedepp
Beta: st_minority
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Anthony turned his head to see the barber glaring at him. Todd’s grip tightened on his shoulder. The hair on Anthony’s neck started to bristle and he felt his stomach churn as he eyed the barber’s malevolent expression carefully.
“I said get out. “ Anthony was still in a state of shock, on the steps outside Todd’s shop. He couldn’t believe the man was consorting with… the enemy.
“Don’t, touch me.” Anthony said flatly, shrugging the barber’s calloused hand off his shoulder. Stepping forward, to begin down the stairs Sweeney grabbed the young sailor by the back of his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat. Anthony inhaled sharply, more in surprise than in anger.
“I will do what I want to you boy. Make no mistake.” Sweeney said, leaning in beside the boy’s face. Anthony could feel Todd’s hot breath on his vulnerable flesh; it made his skin crawl. The barber let go of the young sailor’s hair and straightened himself, intently watching as Anthony hurriedly clutched his throat and regained his bearings. “I trust you will learn this lesson well,” Todd said and turned around to walk off. As soon as these words rolled off the barber’s tongue Anthony became enraged. He spun around, his face twisted with anger, and forcefully latched onto Todd’s shoulders. The barber was startled, and didn’t react quickly enough as Anthony pulled him back into a headlock.
“YOU WILL DO NOTHING TO ME, UNDERSTAND? AND I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOU WITH THAT MAN AGAIN,” Anthony fumed and let go of Todd throwing him to the ground. Slowly pushing himself up from the floor, Todd composed himself. He stood and turned to look at Anthony. His eyes spoke volumes, rage had now settled in beside the barber’s pupils.
“You, you underestimate my…. capabilities my friend…” He said smugly, his head cocked slightly to the side. With that statement he punched Anthony in the jaw. While the sailor was still reeling from the blow, Todd unsheathed his razor, forced Anthony back up against the railing. Poising it near Anthony’s neck he said, “Are we clear now?” Gruffly Anthony said yes, and Todd released him. With the barber’s frame pressed up against his own, it was clear to Anthony that Todd was enjoying this tension on some level. Sweeney also noticed something was slightly off about the young sailor, though he couldn’t place his finger on it.
Anthony waited a moment before striking back at the barber. He stood rooted in place as Todd gave him a final glare. Averting his eyes in a false sign of submission, Anthony waited for the barber to turn his back to him. As Sweeney turned to walk inside, Anthony took one long step forward, grabbed Sweeney by the back of the head, and slammed his face into the door frame. The young sailor was beyond rational thought; the idea Todd in pain consumed his mind. No one was to take advantage of him ever again, much less this insolent barber. Todd slumped to the floor unconscious after his head impacted the harsh wood a few times too many. Anthony caught his breath looking down on the crumpled man. Sweeney had a gash on his otherwise unmarred pale forehead now, which was oozing blood, which rolled down his brow and pooled in his orbits.
Once he had calmed down even more, Anthony looked at himself, and at the figure lying on the ground again. Anthony thought to himself how he hated the way the man treated him. Anthony was also surprised at how much he was enjoying overpowering Todd; the bulge in his pants also slightly disturbed him. Anthony didn’t think of himself as a cruel person. However, violence begets violence he thought to himself. Suddenly, an idea of how to make sure this arrogant man would never cross him again popped into Anthony’s mind. The plan would also alleviate some of the sailor’s frustrations in addition to appealing to his need for revenge. Anthony smiled to himself while grabbing Todd’s arm, and dragged his body out of the way so he could open the door. Anthony stepped inside, and hauled the limp form in behind him. “Now, what the bloody hell am I going to do with you, Mr. Todd? It seems you’ve put me in quite a predicament.” He said as he scanned the room for something to subdue the barber with when Todd eventually roused. Anthony knew he couldn’t control the man with merely his own strength, nor would he have as much fun if he was constantly battling for control.
Silently shutting the door, Anthony began to search around Sweeney’s shop for something to control the barber with. He looked under Todd’s cot; all the sailor found was dust. He walked to the other side of the room, and again Anthony found nothing. He supposed he cold rip up the sheets and tie him up with those, but that’d be so tedious. It was then Anthony spotted the box, so he went over and inspected it. The trunk had red specks all over it, how curious he thought to himself. Upon lifting the lid Anthony was greeted by a stench, and also by quite a large amount of rope. This rope appeared absolutely filthy from sitting, and soaking in whatever resided in the bottom of the trunk. He reached in and carefully lifted up the rope. It looked even worse in the light of the room than it did in the obscurity of it’s former container. Anthony knew the rope would be a good choice, as if he had learned anything as a sailor; it was how to tie knots.
Anthony dropped the rope on the ground next to the barber. By now, he had more or less completely decided that he would humiliate Todd beyond anything the barber had ever known. The sailor didn’t think of himself as a sadistic man, but the appeal of power and being able to exact revenge proved to be too much. Anthony began by unbuckling Sweeney’s belt, discarding it and grabbing one of Todd’s razors. The next tasks of untying the barber’s scarf and unbuttoning his vest proved to be too tedious of a task for Anthony, so instead he employed the use of Todd’s razor. First Anthony started with Todd’s shirt, paying little attention to whether the razor bit into the man’s pallid flesh. The red liquid oozing into Todd’s shirt only further motivated him. Anthony then ripped the shreds off Todd’s torso, staring at the man’s pale chest. Anthony couldn’t believe how much this was arousing him, seeing Sweeney Todd lying there on the floor completely at his mercy. He stopped for a moment and rubbed his erection through his pants. The sailor ripped his hand away, and took a deep breath as he began to take off the barber’s pants. Anthony opted for a more tactile approach, rather than allowing only the cold razor to touch the barber’s flesh. Slowly he undid Todd’s trousers and slipped them off, reveling in the completely vulnerable form he was kneeling over.
After Anthony had completely undressed Todd he began to bind him. Rolling the incapacitated barber onto his stomach, Anthony grasped the man’s arms and laid them across his back, placing his wrists adjacent to one another. The sailor then took the rope and went to work. Folding the rope in half, he passed the former midpoint of the rope under the barber’s wrists. Anthony took then loose ends and passed them both through the loop in the rope. Pulling it tight, Anthony began wrapping the rope in the opposite direction, so it pulled against the loop. After he was satisfied he had the rope tightly wrapped around the barber’s wrists, he took the rope and put it through the hole he’d created when he reversed the direction he was wrapping the rope in. Once Anthony completed that task, he took the rope again and now wrapped it three times tightly, perpendicularly around the coils between the barber’s wrists, cinching the rope together so the man could not escape. He pulled it tighter again, he could already see Todd’s hands turning a shade of red, and Anthony smiled. The sailor took the end of the rope and threaded it under Todd’s arms just above his elbows. Anthony took the end, and pulling it taught, he passed it under where he began binding Todd’s elbows together. Pulling the rope taught in the now opposite direction he added more coils to the man’s arms. Anthony knew he was doing this in the most painful way possible for the barber. When Todd would come around, he would struggle, tightening his bonds and further impeding his blood’s circulation. Anthony smiled to himself as began to finish the tie around his elbows, making the cinching wraps slowly. Taking the remainder of the rope, he threaded it under the portion of rope that connected Todd’s wrists to his elbows. Tightening that, he took the ends of the rope and ran them up either side of the barber’s neck, tying the knot in the center of the barber’s throat, so Todd would choke himself as he struggled. Or at the very least Sweeney would have a very nice bruise where the knot was.
He stood up and looked at the barber, who was now starting to show signs of regaining consciousness. Anthony knew he had to bind Todd’s legs at least slightly as well, so he would have no chance of escape. Going back to the trunk Anthony looked around for more rope, he reached into it’s fetid depths and to his surprise he found another length of it. He used this to tie Sweeney’s legs together in much the same fashion as he had his arms. When Anthony was done, he ran his fingers all along the barber’s pale flesh. He could no longer deny his arousal. The young sailor had tried his best to ignore it while he was tying up the barber, but now the sight of him lying there on the floor was too much. Anthony was filled with hate looking at the barber. In Todd’s face was the face of every evil and sadistic man that had ever taken advantage of him. Anthony was determined to get his sweet revenge on all of them, even if physically it would only be on the poor barber. He unbuttoned his trousers and kneeled on the floor next to Sweeney’s face. He took his aching cock out of his trousers. Rocking back onto his toes he began stroking himself, looking down at the prone form of Todd, who was just beginning to regain consciousness. It didn’t take Anthony long before he knew he was about to orgasm, so he rocked back onto his knees, moaning, and finished spurting onto Sweeney’s pale face.
The shock of a hot substance coming into contact with his face made Todd awaken suddenly. He opened his eyes and looked at the semi nude form of Anthony kneeling by his face. He felt something drip down his cheek. His eyes went from the end of Anthony’s leaking cock to trying to strain to see what was on his face. Moments later it finally occurred to him what the young sailor had done.
“You…” The dripping venom in the bound man’s voice made Anthony caused his lips to upturn into a smile. “I will kill you.” Todd’s eyes were slits, and his pupils were so small you could barely see them. His lips curled up into a snarl as he spoke. Anthony stood up, tucked himself back in his pants, and walked around to the other side of the barber.
“I don’t think you’re going to do anything to me Mr. T.” With that he placed his foot on the barber’s throat. The barber made to speak again, despite the pressure of the foot. Anthony quickly removed his foot and dropped to his knees. Silently and with a face devoid of expression Anthony raised his fist and struck the barber in the face with violence he had known he possessed. There was a loud pop as Anthony realized he had dislocated Todd’s jaw. This only made him snicker slightly and aroused him further. Todd started whimpering now. “What, so the little barber is going to cry now? Because someone finally put him in his place?” Anthony said, stammering slightly as he spoke then rising and circling Todd, who had ceased struggling. With his foot, Anthony rolled Todd onto his side, and saw that the barber’s arms were a bright red, and his hands were an even deeper hue. He let the barber drop back to the floor with a thud. Todd cried out as his already tender arms were put under even more sudden stress from the weight of his body.
It didn’t take long before Anthony began becoming aroused again. Anthony knew it would take more, since he had already defiled the barber’s face with his first batch of semen. Still, he knew he wanted to humiliate the barber even more. Anthony looked down at the naked form of the barber, Todd tried to hide himself, but it was no use. Anthony went over to where he had strewn Sweeney’s clothes over the floor, he bent over and selected one of the barber’s gleaming blades. He then went back over to Todd and grabbing the barber by the hair, he dragged Todd over to the wall, and propped him up against it. Anthony wanted Todd to see everything he was about to do to him. Kneeling next to Sweeney, Anthony slowly opened the razor. The barber’s eyes went wide as he saw his precious friend being handled by someone other than himself. Rage boiled in the pit of his chest. Todd tried to keep a blank face, though it proved useless. Anthony could see how angry it made him, and that only made the young sailor smile wider and arouse him further. Anthony wanted to rip from Todd any shred of pride that the barber had, just as others had taken from the sailor. Anthony took the razor, and after inspecting it for a few moments, he put it to Todd’s throat. Anthony didn’t have to say anything, this gesture transcended language. If Todd made a sound he died. The sailor then took the razor and brought it down to Todd’s more sensitive region. Anthony looked at the barber, who was now quaking with several tears streaking through the dried blood and down his face. His eyes spoke volumes, pleading with Anthony not to cut that.
Anthony took Todd’s testicles in his hand, Todd quaked, both from the shock of the cold and also from fear. He had no control over what Anthony was about to do to his most precious bits and pieces. Todd sincerely hoped that they wouldn’t end up in pieces. Anthony looked at Todd, whose face remained twisted in fear and still had the occasional tear could be seen streaking across his cheek. The sailor knew it was all the man could do to keep from breaking down and bawling. Anthony knew what that felt like. He knew what real fear was like, and he was determined to show the insolent barber the same emotion in graphic detail. He would break him.
Anthony started to play with the barber’s genitals. After several minutes of manipulating Sweeney’s flesh, it was apparent to Anthony that Todd liked it. Todd eyed Anthony carefully, yet had calmed down considerably. He was still not sure exactly as to Anthony’s intentions. Todd’s lax face made his dislocated jaw stand out even more. Anthony decided he would wait a bit longer until the barber let down his guard completely before delivering the coup de grace. The sailor carefully stroked the barber until he was erect. Todd stupidly let his guard down and Anthony knew this would be the time to act. For some strange reason, doing this aroused Anthony even further. He couldn’t decide if it was from touching another man like that, or having the knowledge that he was about to give Todd pain beyond all measure. Sweeney momentarily closed his eyes, and that was when Anthony took up the razor again, and stabbed the barber in the thigh.
Todd yelped, but it came out wrong because of his jaw. When he tried to move his mouth to scream, it only hurt him more. Taking him by the hair, Anthony dragged Todd back onto the floor and flipped the barber over onto his stomach. The sailor stood over the quaking form and grabbed him by the back of the hair again, Anthony then smashed his face into the floor a few times. He stopped when he realized he had broken the barber’s nose, because he could see blood pooling under Todd’s face. He finally stopped and again took his throbbing cock out of his trousers while listening to Todd sob and choke on and aspirate his own blood. Anthony stood over Todd for a moment, allowing himself to drip on the barber’s back and now purple arms. He looked around the barber’s body for the razor, he couldn’t see it. He must’ve driven it further into the man’s leg when he flipped him over. The sight of Todd’s now purple arms excited Anthony and he pushed onward with the process. Todd started coughing while Anthony searched for the man’s other razor. He found it and cut through the bindings on the man’s legs carelessly. There was already so much blood everywhere from Todd’s thigh and nose that it didn’t matter if he cut him again, he wouldn’t notice it, and Anthony also doubted Todd would notice the pain. Once the sailor finished cutting through the rope, he spread the barber’s legs. He paused and thought for a moment. He decided he would rather see Todd’s face when he raped him. He stood back up and flipped Sweeney over again, making sure to put pressure on the barber’s bound arms. Blood continued to slowly leak from Todd’s nose, adding to the amount already covering his face and matting his hair. The only clear spaces on his face were from where Todd’s tears had cut a path through the blood. Anthony decided to enact a sort of kindness, and pop Todd’s jaw back into it’s socket for him. He sat on the barber’s chest, eliciting a muffled yelp from the helpless body, and took Todd’s jaw between his hands and forcefully jerked it back into place with a sharp snap. Sweeney screamed again and Anthony removed himself from the barber’s chest. Grabbing the razor out of Todd’s thigh, Anthony smiled and cast it across the room.
He knelt between the barber’s legs, lifted them over his shoulders and violent plunged into the listless barber. The end of his cock met resistance as he first pushed at the entrance to Todd, but he only thrust harder, and made Sweeney scream and cry louder. When he was all the way inside the barber he stopped and said in a slightly shaking voice, “If you’re quiet, I’ll be quick about it.” With that he continued his thrusts, still meeting some resistance because he hadn’t lubricated himself. For about a minute Todd genuinely tried to remain quiet, Anthony could see him biting his lip, his tongue, closing his eyes, doing everything he possibly could to not cry out in pain.
Todd couldn’t believe the cruelty of the sailor, beating him so, and then baiting him into submission, and now the pain was so intense. He tried to stop looking at Anthony’s face as he was raping him. Sweat streaked Anthony’s brow, and his expression was one of sheer pleasure and malice, though it was apparent that Anthony was a little nervous despite his cruelty. Todd didn’t think those emotions could mix so well until he saw Anthony in that moment. The barber couldn’t stop crying, and at this point he was beyond caring. The sensation of Anthony inside him was revolting, and excruciating. After a while, the pain was so intense for Todd that he could no longer feel his individual wounds, his whole being ached. Only Anthony could feel the blood oozing out of the barber and trickling onto his balls.
Anthony was almost to his climax, but he needed something to push him over the edge. He looked down at the barber, who by now had stopped all out screaming and only was whimpering now while rocking his shoulders back and forth with his eyes clenched shut. Anthony looked at Sweeney’s thigh where he had stabbed him; he smiled inwardly as he took his index and middle fingers and drove them into the wound which was still leaking blood. The sudden shock of Anthony’s digits inside him made Todd shriek, Anthony then dug around with his fingers a little bit. He could feel the different tissues inside the man, and eventually Todd’s femur. He found a small cord and tugged on it, which evoked more shrieking from Todd and led to his eventual unconsciousness, he knew he had found Todd’s nerve. After that, it only took Anthony a few more thrusts, which we considerably easier now that there was less friction in side the barber. He closed his eyes as he tensed and his whole body jerked as he spilled into Todd.
Anthony laid there for a moment, utterly exhausted from his labors. Todd was still unconscious, and his head looked disarticulated from the rest of his body. Anthony finally removed himself and that was when the magnitude of what he had done struck him. He looked at the inert barber on the floor and froze. Quickly, he shoved himself back into his trousers, which were now bloody and putrid. Not knowing what else to do with himself or the barber, he left Todd lying there on the floor and ran outside. He stopped on the stairs, he couldn’t just leave him there…. He tip-toed back inside, Todd was still unconscious. He gently rolled Todd over and cut the cords from the barber’s arms. The sight of Sweeney’s bruised and purple arms made him want to retch. After Anthony finished, he dropped a smock over the barber and ran outside. His conscience continued to tear at his heart strings. Looking down at himself, Anthony started to cry. He knew he was no better than the men who had abused him. He was a monster now, just like the barber.