Prom night in Finland Kappa

Daqfuls revenge on Jeff

Jeff was the most popular student at the high school. Captain of the hockey team, student president and had an aspiring music career on the way. Jeff was by all mean what you would call a real “Jock” and he often enjoyed playing what he considered harmless pranks on the less popular students.
One of these happened close to the graduation, president of the student council Jeff had full control over the year books. So to show how really boss he were he decided to change the name of some of the graduates, this would become a mistake he later would regret for the rest of his life. One of those unfortunate enough to receive one of Jeffs special name changes were daqful. Even though Jeff didn't know daqful very well, they had been in quite a lot of classes together. But daqful seemed like a pretty quiet guy, at least around Jeff, which made him into a perfect candidate for the name change treatment.
Daqful didn't really care much about the school traditions, the yearbook seemed like a waste of money, but whatever everyone was getting one. He threw his into the locker and didn't think much about it until Jeff and those other douchebag jocks on the hockey team walked by. Those fuckers were grinning menacingly as Jeff said “So DAQFUL, How does it feel getting Bossed!”. Laughing like a pack of giggling girls the Jocks made their way past him. Annoyed ,daqful walked to his locker, he decided to check the yearbook. “Motherfucker!” he said out loud. This was the last straw, that smug son of bitch Jeff would get whats coming to him. Daqful would make sure of it, as he went home to start planning his revenge.
It was the night of prom. Daqful made his way to the hotels entrance, as he were about to enter he heard someone say “Hey daqful, no date? Heh.” it was the schools janitor Goran, now taking the role of bouncer. His bashful comment didn't bother daqful, not tonight. He responded “I might not be bringing one, but I sure as hell will getting some tonight.”. Daqful didn't even bother with listening to Gorans response as he went through the door into the prom.
Jeff was on a podium overlooking the dance floor. Yeah he were the man, the DJ, the life of the party. Looking down at all the dancing people he really felt on top of the world. Then he heard someone walk up behind “Hey wha...” a slight sting in the neck.
Jeff woke up feeling slightly dizzy, he tried to stand up but couldn't. His hands and feet tied to what seem to be some kind of makeshift wooden bed. Clearly the one who did this to him had some extensive scout badges in tying knots. In a futile attempt to esacpe Jeff started looking around for something to free himself with. As he desperately looked around the room a noise, a door opening, but tied down Jeff couldn’t get a good look at the person entering. Then blinding light, when his eyes adjusted to the light there were a person standing bent over him. He wore some kind of BDSM leather mask, Jeff immediately assumed this must be some kind of graduation prank from his buddies. “ha fucking HA, great joke. Are you supposed to be David Leatherman? Now let me the fuck out of here.” Jeff said with an annoyed look on his face. The captors lips broke out in a evil grin as answered “No-no this is not a prank and you wont be leaving until I've had my fun with you.”. Not recognizing the voice as any of his bros he now said “Ok, who put you up to this? This isn't cool, let me go now and I won't kick your ass.” this time with a hint on uncertainty. Again the captor gave him an unexpected   reply “Oh, but the only thing you will be doing is TAKING IT in the ass, boy.” Jeff could see the captors eyes light up behind the mask. He have had enough clearly this person were some fucking nutjob that didn't know who he was and what he could do. “You fucking leather faggot freak better untie me right now or I'll... mmmrrppfffh!” He couldn't finish before the captor gagged him. “MMMMFFFPPHH” Jeff tried to scream, “Shh. I couldn't bring many toys from home, but at least I brought these.” The captor said as he hold up some kind of washing pinch. He ripped off Jeffs shirt and began stroking his chest with the pinch. Stopped for a second and again hold up the pinch so Jeff so see it, “This is not some cheap ass wooden or plastic IKEA bullshit pinches. These ones are made of pure RAUTA!” as he almost spat out the last sentence, Jeff could smell the Vodka oozing from his breath. Then a sharp pain as the pinch latch on to his right nipple “mmrppffh”, Jeff tried to scream again but gagged it only came out as muffled unrecognizable sounds. The stinging pain now from left nipple, this time Jeff didn't scream. “Good good, try to resist it, makes it so much more fun breaking you.” Jeff heard the captor mumble as he walked walked away from the bed for awhile. Returning he was slowly tapping something against his palm. “It's really such a shame that I couldn't bring my toys, but looky-looky what I Found in the kitchen.” Jeff stared at the object it seemed to be a.. Spatula? Mildly confused what could do with  with a..”WAAARGGH”, Jeff almost folded in two as the steel spatula was brought down on his diaphragm. The captor relentlessly continued his assault with the spatula until every inch of Jeffs torso were bruised. When finally the captor stopped, spit was dripping down from Jeffs gagged mouth and he tried catching his breath. The captor moved closer until he stood an almost an inch away from Jeffs face. He said “By now you really must have figured out who I am.”

Daqful removed his leather mask revealing his face to Jeff. Oh well it wouldn't matter, it's not like Jeff would remember any of this. No, this was his night of pleasure. With a radiating smile daqful said “It's time for my favorite part” pulling out a huge knife, he proceeded to lick it looking straight into Jeffs eyes “KNNIIIIVEN” he shouted with a crazed look on his face. He lowered the knife sliding it down on Jeff stomach toward his pants, in a precise slash he cut them open. Jeff now started flopping around “If you're going to act like a fish out of water I might just cut off something of no value.” He slammed the hilt in Jeffs forehead causing him to slightly stop moving. Daqful went back down and forcefully stuck the knife into Jeffs thigh. The branding was sloppy, he didn't tie Jeff down enough and the constant cries didn't help. But daqful had wanted Jeff to still be conscious for this. With a smug grin daqful said “Wouldn't want you to get an infection now.” he picked up the bottle of Finlandia and took a sip, then gulped down most of the contents. The few drops left in the bottle he pour down Jeffs thigh on his newly made branding.

Jeff squirmed in pain as the alcohol stung against his flesh. Daqful now made his way over towards Jeffs face again, this time way clumsier than before. He heard daqful whisper “No more fun for you, but plenty left for me..” as he felt a needle getting shoved in his neck he again went unconscious.
He felt sick and tried to puke but could only dry heave, it was already bright outside as Jeff woke up lying among trash and dumpsters. What had happened yesterday? Jeff couldn't remember a thing from the prom night. His body ached something horrible and he smelled like garbage. Shit, as he looked down he could see the bloodied and torn remains of his pants. His manhood still intact but deep cuts on his thigh in the shape of a D, “what the fuck” he though for himself as he struggled to stand up. When he finally got to a vertical base he felt an even worse pain than before aching from his ass. Like some kind of bowlegged crackwhore Jeff began his walk of shame home.
He would never know, but daqful truly had made him his bitch.