The next three hours were perhaps the very best of his life. There were moments of pure ecstasy followed by a moment of absolute nirvana by way of intense orgasm. Unless his neighbors were deaf they were either enjoying the noise or being tortured by it. He and his sexy visitor could really have cared less, if the neighbors didn’t like it they could call the cops or leave for a few hours. After his third extremely loud orgasm the couple collapsed exhausted from the effort. She rolled over kissing his neck whispering in his ear that she hoped he had enjoyed her surprise visit. All he could do was smile as she slid out of the bed giving him one last long look at her shapely silhouette before bending over, just like he loved, to retrieve her raincoat. She blew him a kiss slipping out the door leaving him to pass out in his own euphoric bliss.
You just know the day is going to be bad when you wake up with a splitting headache. His eyelids felt so weighted down it was as though they were chained to the floor. It took all the effort he could muster to even open them to tiny slits which he could barely see through. It took his brain no more than a few seconds to realize something was very, very wrong here. He couldn’t move his arms or legs, his head felt like he had been paid a visit from a Louisville Slugger but what really terrified him was that he couldn’t remember anything. He could tell he was tied standing up to something hard and he thought he may be naked though he couldn’t be totally sure. His brain was screaming out, “WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” However, his mouth wouldn’t cooperate in the slightest so that all he could manage were a few muffled grunts barely audible unless someone had been standing maybe an inch away, no one was. Through the tiny slits of his eyelids he saw only black but even in this dazed state he didn’t imagine that he was alone wherever he was.
His mind found no answers. The last thing he could remember was being in his rather crappy apartment watching TV or something. This was no help unless some random group took offense to him watching old episodes of Magnum P.I. but he rather doubted it. What had happened after that? He concentrated the best he could with his head pounding away like a gremlin with a jackhammer was trying to break free from the inside but still he could remember nothing. He gave up thinking and just tried to open his eyes once again. That wasn’t going very well either.
He was still barely able to open his eyes more than a couple of millimeters and the dim bulb swinging over his head did little more than make his head ache worse. He still couldn’t see anyone though knew he obviously wasn’t alone. His wrists and ankles ached from the rope binding him tightly to some old wooden post whose dry splintered surface pressed into his junk like being stabbed with a thousand needles in the most sensitive area possible. He hadn’t noticed previously but there was also a rope chaffing his waist holding him tight to the post that obviously hadn’t been sanded in several years. Every slight wiggle from him pushed splinters into him making him feel as though he was on the losing end of a knife fight. His tongue still felt like two pounds of fuzz inside his mouth. He was thinking of what all he would do for just a sip of water when a door at the far end of the room opened. The man silhouetted in the light coming from the outer room appeared to be just an average man but given his current circumstance a chill ran down his spine at the sight. Perhaps the man came with some answers but somehow he didn’t think that was going to happen. What the hell had he done? If he could only remember.
He could hear shuffling feet but he still was unable to determine how many men (he assumed there were no women down here with him) there were. The footsteps grew slowly closer making him break out in a cold sweat, fear pulsing through his veins. As much as he wanted to know where he was and how and why he had come to be here it wasn’t too hard to tell that it wasn’t going to be Santa Claus stepping out of the darkness with a bag of goodies for him. No, it was far more likely that pain was shuffling its feet in his direction, agonizingly slow in his direction. He began to think snails might move faster than whoever this was making their way toward him in the dark. There was a pause to the shuffling and he was just barely able make out a faint silhouette at the very edge of the bulb’s small reach. Just as when he had entered the room the man paused for a very long moment before taking one methodical step forward barely inside the small circle of light.
He didn’t recognize the man in the slightest. Almost nothing stood out about him, he was fairly average height around six feet tall with short cropped light brown hair, a couple days of matching stubble and a lean yet muscular frame, the kind of person anyone has seen a million times walking nonchalantly down the street. The only thing that did stand out to him were the man’s eyes. They seemed cold and dead staring at him like a wolf staring down a wounded animal about to become dinner. It seemed an appropriate analogy to his mind since he felt about as helpless as a jackrabbit with two broken hind legs waiting for a hungry wolf to clamp down on its throat ending the little game. All he could do was wait for the wolf’s next move as he was tied helpless and naked to the old wooden post. His wolf just stood there staring at him, not saying a word, not making any move. He would’ve asked why he was here but his tongue still wasn’t working so all he could do was wait for the wolf.
He could feel a bead of sweat break free at his temple rolling its way down the side of his face as he stood there just waiting. Waiting for the wolf to speak, to hit him, to cut him, to kill him, whatever the bastard was going to do. His fear only grew the longer the wolf circled saying nothing until the shuffling footsteps stopped directly behind him. Again there was a long silent pause as more beads of sweat began to drip their way down the side of his face finally sliding off the tip of his chin. He had never really been very patient and this wait was not only killing him but he knew was also sure to do so as well. He never heard the shuffling feet behind him but after what was another long pause he could feel the wolf no more than an inch or two behind him just far enough back as to not brush against him but close enough that he could feel the wolf’s body heat. The wolf just stood there doing nothing more than torturing his helpless prey. Then the wolf leaned in closer with its vicious lips no more than a few millimeters from his ear. The wolf’s breath almost tickled while poised there still saying nothing though speech was imminent. Would he get any answers or just some threat? Cold fear sweat continued to drip down his face as he waited for the answer.
“You never should have let her in pal. I’m afraid it’s not a mistake you’ll be making again.” The wolf’s voice was deep, filled with malice and spoken at no more than a gruff whisper.
His mind raced, who the hell was he talking about? He didn’t have any girlfriend, did he? Who had he let in? Magnum, what had happened after damn Magnum P.I.? Was he involved in some affair with a married woman? His mind raced for answers. When was the last time he had been with anyone? Oh fuck, what stupid damn thing had he done this time? Hadn’t his crotch gotten him into enough trouble in the past? His mother had been right, he never did learn a fucking thing. He couldn’t remember it but he knew no matter how good it was, the sex wasn’t good enough to be going through this. His mind was frantic searching for a face. Just who in the hell was she?
After more whacks with the object than he was able to count the beating came to a stop, at least momentarily. His back felt as though it had been skinned, it burned and throbbed from the pain. The wolf slowly circled around in front of him and he could finally see the object that had been causing him so much pain. The wolf stood before him now tapping the bloody thing in the palm of his hand as though goading him which, of course, he was. The end of the claw hammer was coated in what appeared to be a thick layer of red paint. It wasn’t quite dripping but it was damn close to it. The wolf smiled tapping the hammer gently in the palm of his hand tormenting the subject of his unwanted attention.
“I… I… don’t know wha-what you th-think I’ve done. I swear I haven’t been with any wo-woman! Ppplease!” His pleading did little more than make the wolf’s smile widen.
“Oh you did asshole. Have no fear, I’m here to help you remember. You really should have never let her in. The boss didn’t like that, no, he did not like that one little bit. He doesn’t take too kindly to anyone touching her. Speaking of touching I’m afraid it’s time to ensure you’re not able to touch much of anything ever again. I hope you don’t mind sitting down to use the bathroom from here on out because I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to hold your junk very well after this. What’s left of it anyway. I’m afraid the boss gave rather specific instructions. If it makes you feel better you should live through this so chin up asshole!” The wolf’s feigned sympathy dripped sarcasm as intended.
Again his mind raced at what the wolf had said. Who in the hell had he slept with to bring this on? Did he even know who she was and do it anyway or was it some drunken one night stand? Damn, why in the hell could he not remember it at all? What had they given him? Did they whack him over the head before bringing him here? His head was still pounding but he felt drugged not slugged. He had often worried about something just like this. This wasn’t the first time his little purple headed warrior had done the thinking and gotten him over his head into deep shit.
“The wrong woman fuckstick. Now you may want to shut the fuck up and take a deep breath.”
His tormentor approached the front of the post reaching out to where his hands were bound. He did his best to clench them into tight fists not willing to freely allow them to be smashed to mush. The wolf was none too pleased with the tactic. He said nothing merely raised the claw hammer over his head bringing it down with all the force he could muster square onto the middle knuckle of his right hand. The pain shot like a bolt of lightning up his arm to his shoulder then somehow straight to his splinter pierced testicles. He held his left hand tight, clenched in a fist but the right fell open utterly useless throbbing in agony.
“Sure you wanna keep that fist clenched? Believe me this ain’t gonna get any better but if you fight me I can make it worse. Your choice.”
He thought for a moment almost relenting but what was the difference really. The wolf was going to smash his fingers to smithereens with that hammer no matter what he did. Why not make the son of a bitch work for it. That thought hadn’t even fully formed when the hammer crashed down on his left fist just as it had on the right. There were no more fists for the wolf to pry open now. Again the pain shot straight up his arm to the shoulder and again somehow right in his balls like he had been kicked with a steel-toed boot worn by Chuck Norris. He lifted his head as best he could opening his eyes to find the wolf smiling a big shit eating grin back at him.
“Hard way, eh? Like I said, it was your choice asshole.” Still smiling the wolf produced a handful of shining silver steel spikes from his back pocket, “I take it you thought, how much worse can it get? Well, now you get to find out so congratulations! It’s you’re lucky day fucktard!”
The wolf grabbed the fingers of his worthless right hand pulling them out so his palm laid flat against the post. Using his palm to hold the fingers flat the wolf positioned one of the spikes in the center of the back of his hand. One strike drove the spike straight through his hand producing a scream to be admired by horror movie aficionados putting most Scream Queens to shame. It was a glorious scream that should have been heard for miles if anyone were around to hear it. The wolf seemed to be taking no chances or perhaps just satisfying his sadistic side hammering the spike in as far as it would go. He repeated the procedure on the left hand then proceeded to nail a spike through the cuticle of each finger. The lights went out about half way through the first hand for him.
“Look who’s awake! I was positive you’d be out much longer. I told ya you wouldn’t like the hard way and we ain’t even to the fun part yet, jag off! Lucky you!” The wolf seemed far too happy to see him conscious again, “If you didn’t like the nails you’re really not gonna like this!”
He didn’t think he had ever seen a smile so wickedly evil even in a horror movie. Unfortunately he was the star of his own personal horror movie now and there was no pause or stop button to end it early. The pain was pulsing from his fingers down to his balls when the next wave began. He longed for that hammer to be wailing away on his back about now. The pain in his back was long forgotten and barely even registering with the overload from being nailed in place but now the wolf was done stalking its prey, done circling the wounded animal that would be dinner. Now the wolf was merely playing with its meal before devouring it. The hammer slammed down again and again forever ruining the flesh and bone it pounded into. The pain which was off the scales prior to this new pulverizing beating was now just indescribable. He wanted to pass out again but it wasn’t happening this time. He wanted to scream but the sound seemed to be stuck in his throat choking him. Tears rolled down his cheeks while he prayed to a non-existent god for this all to end or death. All he really wanted right now was a quick death that wasn’t going to come no matter what deity he decided to pray to and he tried every damn one of them in turn.
The wolf continued hammering away for what seemed an eternity. By the time he was done the mess nailed to the post wasn’t even recognizable any more. All that was left was a mass of unrecognizable flesh barely held up by the spikes driven in. It looked as though someone had pinned a couple of T-bone steaks to the post and set an M-80 (or a dozen) off in them. His hands were a bloody mess with fragments of bone sticking out here and there contrasting the bright crimson with flashes of pure white. The wolf stood back admiring its handiwork. The boss had told him to make sure this piece of filth was never able to touch her or any other woman ever again, he felt he had fulfilled that request completely. There was only one bit left to go then this poor soul was free to go.
“I gotta give ya credit pal you’re really hangin’ in there like a trooper. There’s only one bit of nastiness to go then you’ll be free to go. I’m afraid the boss was pretty specific about your punishment so you’re not likely going to enjoy this next bit very much either. Do you even remember who you fucked with yet?” The wolf almost sounded genuinely sincere as if he felt bad after the hand destruction.
“Nnno. Wh…who?” This little bit of stuttering was all he was able to manage.
“Considering what I have to do next I don’t think it would hurt to tell you now though I would have thought you’d remember by now. I doubt she gave you her real name but you really don’t recall who you’ve been banging the hell out of for the last month?”
Suddenly he could see her face in his mind then her luscious body. He had never known a woman with skin so soft like silk against his lips, hips and fingertips. She had also tasted so very sweet as though made of vanilla and jasmine infused sugar. He had gotten to know every inch of her intimately in the last several weeks. His head had known she was just a mountain of trouble but he had never been known for thinking with the proper head. He had never seen a woman so beautiful. He still couldn’t remember her name but a woman that beautiful had to belong to someone dangerous enough to keep her and given his current predicament he could only assume she was married to someone very powerful and most likely nefarious as well. For the life of him he still couldn’t remember her name.
“I… I… cccan’t rrremmmember nname… wh-who?”