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Story: Mutual Obsession
“Stop. Please, don’t do this. There has to be something you want,” Gregg begs, as I reach down and spread his fingers wide.
Miles turns the pliers until they’re vertical, sliding the bottom side underneath Gregg’s nail. Once it’s in position, he pushes just enough to lift the nail from the nailbed, forcing a scream from Gregg’s lips.
Once it’s lifted enough, he grips the nail with the pliers, as I hold on to Gregg’s little finger, and together we rip the nail clean off. Gregg’s howls of pain fill the room, and we ignore them all, not bothering to respond when he begs us.
We move from one finger to the next, taking our time as we rip off each nail, and when we’re done with the left hand, we move onto the right. Blood drips from the tips of his fingers, and his continuous sobs soon become incoherent as we struggle to make out the words due to his pain.
As we pull the final nail off, I fix my gaze on Miles, smiling at the devilish glint in his eyes. My cock twitches with excitement at how fucking hot he looks when he’s letting his dangerous side take over, and given the way his eyes drop to my crotch, he notices.
His smug smirk grows, no doubt from his seeing the growing bulge in my trousers, but he says nothing. He just lets me see the matching heat in his eyes, showing me he’s just as turned on by this as I am.
“We were going to cut you next, but Bree has done a pretty good job of that already. What shall we move onto now?” Miles asks, sounding almost playful.
My smile grows, and I’m practically bouncing on the spot as I sing, “I know, I know.”
I rush over to the cabinet on the wall and pull out a blade. I touch my finger to the edge, confirming it’s as sharp as I need it to be, before returning to Gregg’s side.
Gregg’s head rolls as he struggles to hold it upright, no doubt the blood loss is making him dizzy. He’s breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling in pants as he tries to claw in air between sobs. He’s dripping blood from nearly every part of him, particularly the wounds across his chest.
His T-shirt is barely hanging on, given the way Bree sliced at it, with only the neckline holding it together. With one quick movement, I cut through the neck of the T-shirt, and the material falls against his arms on either side, exposing all of his chest.
Gregg is begging and pleading, asking me what I’m going to do, offering trades I have no interest in, so I block him out. All I can focus on is what I’m about to do, and the look on Miles’ face as he watches my every movement.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” I say to Miles as I playfully drag the flat side of my blade around his exposed nipple.
Gregg holds completely still, the fear on his face plain for all to see. “No,” he whispers, but clearly he daren’t say more, as any movement will push my knife closer to where he doesn’t want it.
“Did you listen to Indie when she told you no? Or did yourapeher, anyway?” I snarl, his eyes widening at the wordrape.
He tries to shake his head, but I move the tip of my blade against his taut nipple, forcing him to freeze once more. “I didn’t,” he says, only pulling in small, infrequent breaths, so as to not move my knife.
On hearing his lie, my rage bubbles up to the surface as fire floods through my veins. Keeping my movements slow and deliberate—which is really fucking hard when all I want to do is let my fury run free—making sure he’s watching as I reach over and grab his nipple.
I don’t bother being gentle as I squeeze his hard nub, pulling it towards me until it’s taut. I then use very slow slicing movements to chop through the nipple, severing it from his flesh.
Gregg’s screams are loud, high-pitched, and frantic, as he tries desperately to thrash against his bindings. He becomes even more frantic when I grab hold of his other nipple, squeezing tightly as I pull on it.
“You shouldn’t lie. We both know you took what you wanted from Indie, not listening when she told you no. You took from her without consent, so I’m merely returning the favour,” I tell him, as I slice his other nipple off.
His cries get impossibly louder for a moment, before he falls completely silent, his head rolling forward as he passes out. Miles is quick to slap him around the face, trying to bring him back to consciousness. It takes three hits before he’s finally back with us, looking terrified and broken.
“No more,” he begs, sounding and looking every bit as pathetic as he really is.
“Did you stop when Indie said that?” Miles growls, and we’re both shocked when Gregg shakes his head.
“I didn’t, and I’m sorry for that,” he cries.
Miles spits at him in disgust. “You’re only sorry that you’re finally being punished.” Miles then turns his gaze on me. “I’mguessing we only have one more thing before we lose him. Shall we go for the grand finale?”
My smile grows as my thoughts flick back to the discussion we had about this when we were planning it. We each had ideas for how we wanted to make him suffer, but even I was surprised when Miles suggested this. It’s the perfect punishment, and talking about it got us so hot that Miles fucked me in his office, so I can only imagine what seeing it will do to us.
Wow, we’re both a little sick in the head,I think to myself.But at least we have each other.
I throw my blade on the floor, along with Gregg’s no longer needed nipples, before moving over to the cabinets one last time. I pick out the slightly larger knife this time, handing it straight over to Miles with a smirk.
Gregg’s eyes follow our every movement, his colour draining further when he sees the knife in Miles’ hand. He’s spluttering, asking what we’re planning to do, but we ignore him, moving ahead the way we planned.
Both of us crouch down in front of Gregg, which only seems to confuse him, until he sees me reaching for the button on his trousers. If he was frantic before, it’s nothing compared to now.
Miles turns the pliers until they’re vertical, sliding the bottom side underneath Gregg’s nail. Once it’s in position, he pushes just enough to lift the nail from the nailbed, forcing a scream from Gregg’s lips.
Once it’s lifted enough, he grips the nail with the pliers, as I hold on to Gregg’s little finger, and together we rip the nail clean off. Gregg’s howls of pain fill the room, and we ignore them all, not bothering to respond when he begs us.
We move from one finger to the next, taking our time as we rip off each nail, and when we’re done with the left hand, we move onto the right. Blood drips from the tips of his fingers, and his continuous sobs soon become incoherent as we struggle to make out the words due to his pain.
As we pull the final nail off, I fix my gaze on Miles, smiling at the devilish glint in his eyes. My cock twitches with excitement at how fucking hot he looks when he’s letting his dangerous side take over, and given the way his eyes drop to my crotch, he notices.
His smug smirk grows, no doubt from his seeing the growing bulge in my trousers, but he says nothing. He just lets me see the matching heat in his eyes, showing me he’s just as turned on by this as I am.
“We were going to cut you next, but Bree has done a pretty good job of that already. What shall we move onto now?” Miles asks, sounding almost playful.
My smile grows, and I’m practically bouncing on the spot as I sing, “I know, I know.”
I rush over to the cabinet on the wall and pull out a blade. I touch my finger to the edge, confirming it’s as sharp as I need it to be, before returning to Gregg’s side.
Gregg’s head rolls as he struggles to hold it upright, no doubt the blood loss is making him dizzy. He’s breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling in pants as he tries to claw in air between sobs. He’s dripping blood from nearly every part of him, particularly the wounds across his chest.
His T-shirt is barely hanging on, given the way Bree sliced at it, with only the neckline holding it together. With one quick movement, I cut through the neck of the T-shirt, and the material falls against his arms on either side, exposing all of his chest.
Gregg is begging and pleading, asking me what I’m going to do, offering trades I have no interest in, so I block him out. All I can focus on is what I’m about to do, and the look on Miles’ face as he watches my every movement.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” I say to Miles as I playfully drag the flat side of my blade around his exposed nipple.
Gregg holds completely still, the fear on his face plain for all to see. “No,” he whispers, but clearly he daren’t say more, as any movement will push my knife closer to where he doesn’t want it.
“Did you listen to Indie when she told you no? Or did yourapeher, anyway?” I snarl, his eyes widening at the wordrape.
He tries to shake his head, but I move the tip of my blade against his taut nipple, forcing him to freeze once more. “I didn’t,” he says, only pulling in small, infrequent breaths, so as to not move my knife.
On hearing his lie, my rage bubbles up to the surface as fire floods through my veins. Keeping my movements slow and deliberate—which is really fucking hard when all I want to do is let my fury run free—making sure he’s watching as I reach over and grab his nipple.
I don’t bother being gentle as I squeeze his hard nub, pulling it towards me until it’s taut. I then use very slow slicing movements to chop through the nipple, severing it from his flesh.
Gregg’s screams are loud, high-pitched, and frantic, as he tries desperately to thrash against his bindings. He becomes even more frantic when I grab hold of his other nipple, squeezing tightly as I pull on it.
“You shouldn’t lie. We both know you took what you wanted from Indie, not listening when she told you no. You took from her without consent, so I’m merely returning the favour,” I tell him, as I slice his other nipple off.
His cries get impossibly louder for a moment, before he falls completely silent, his head rolling forward as he passes out. Miles is quick to slap him around the face, trying to bring him back to consciousness. It takes three hits before he’s finally back with us, looking terrified and broken.
“No more,” he begs, sounding and looking every bit as pathetic as he really is.
“Did you stop when Indie said that?” Miles growls, and we’re both shocked when Gregg shakes his head.
“I didn’t, and I’m sorry for that,” he cries.
Miles spits at him in disgust. “You’re only sorry that you’re finally being punished.” Miles then turns his gaze on me. “I’mguessing we only have one more thing before we lose him. Shall we go for the grand finale?”
My smile grows as my thoughts flick back to the discussion we had about this when we were planning it. We each had ideas for how we wanted to make him suffer, but even I was surprised when Miles suggested this. It’s the perfect punishment, and talking about it got us so hot that Miles fucked me in his office, so I can only imagine what seeing it will do to us.
Wow, we’re both a little sick in the head,I think to myself.But at least we have each other.
I throw my blade on the floor, along with Gregg’s no longer needed nipples, before moving over to the cabinets one last time. I pick out the slightly larger knife this time, handing it straight over to Miles with a smirk.
Gregg’s eyes follow our every movement, his colour draining further when he sees the knife in Miles’ hand. He’s spluttering, asking what we’re planning to do, but we ignore him, moving ahead the way we planned.
Both of us crouch down in front of Gregg, which only seems to confuse him, until he sees me reaching for the button on his trousers. If he was frantic before, it’s nothing compared to now.
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