Fic: Anger Therapy

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Title: Anger Therapy
Author: Kolywoble
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Billy has a problem with anger.
Warnings: Violence and Rape.
Disclaimer: None of it is true.
Authors Note: Not quite what I wanted it to be. Feel free to chastise me.

Billy was always smiling, that was him, keep everybody happy. They had no idea! He had anger and lots of it just waiting, biding it's time, hiding in the dark, waiting to be provoked. Waiting for its next victim. Each look, each touch, each tease, fuelled the anger furnace. The furnace was reaching critical level, Dominic was about to be incinerated, beyond help.

He entered using the spare key Dominic had given him. The fool trusted him. He waited. As the car pulled into the driveway, he pulled on his ski-mask. As the key turned in the door, he lifted the cosh. As Dominic stepped into the darkness, the cosh came down on his head. He waited.

The moaning sounds coming from the bed signal that his victim was coming round. Time to dampen the flames. He rolled Dom over onto his back, straddling his chest, he relished the confused eyes widening with fear. Ahh, now the desperate struggling begins, now the realization that he is gagged and bound sets in. He loves this part, the panic fresh on their faces, the fear palpable in the air. He is god. He holds their future in his hands.

He grasps the face, squeezing, digging his nails into the soft cheeks, leans forward and spits. While Dominic is desperately shaking his head trying to wipe it away he throws his head back and laughs. The chest underneath him is rising and falling rapidly. The shirt gives up without much of fight, revealing a gloriously smooth chest, a sprinkling of hair around the nipples. A blank canvas crying out for some artwork. The silver blade reflects in Dominic's eyes. Eyes that have gone wide in disbelief, head shaking from side to side, denial muffled by the gag. He smiles and nods his head as the blade rests, cold against warm skin.


He grins admiring his handiwork. The words 'cock tease' engraved into flesh. Dominic's face is an intoxicationg mixture of tears and blood. The eyes pleading with him to stop. This fed the furnace, the anger rising again. He pulled his fist back then drove it into the side of Dominic's face. A grunt and the sound of flesh connecting with flesh stirring something in his groin. Time to get down to business.

He kneels beside the prone body using the knife to cut the pants off. Dominics struggling only serving to heighten his arousal. He roughly rolls him onto his stomach. Blood smearing over the white sheets. A well aimed blow to the ribs, muffled groans and he lies still. Billy takes his leaking cock out and strokes himself while telling Dominic what he is going to do to him. Dominic is crying again, how pathetic. I'll teach you to tease me. He is now sitting across the back of Dom's thighs. He reaches forward placing the blade against the side of Dom's neck, a quiet threat. This cock tease was about to learn a lesson. His other hand placed his cock at Dom's entrance. He pushed in hard, biting his lip at the tightness. Dom's screams vibrated through him, body bucking. Dropping the knife he slid his hand around the back of the gag using it to pull Dominic's head back. With every thrust his anger dissipates. When he is finished he kisses him tenderly on the cheek, thanking him for a wonderful time. He leaves Dominic laying there covered in his own blood, semen oozing from his bruised anus, his body shaking in shock. After exiting the front door he goes around back and breaks a window then disappears into the night. His anger therapy completed.

The End.