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Story: Mutual Obsession
He’s yelling and screaming, thrashing as much as he can within his binds, but he’s tied down so well, he doesn’t move at all.
I can feel the blood pumping in my veins, excitement filling me as I pop the button on his trousers and slide the zip down. As I grab hold of his flaccid cock and pull it out, I make sure Gregg can see the disgust on my face. This isn’t about pleasure or sexuality, it’s about pain, and I want to make that abundantly clear.
“No. No, please, no,” Gregg sobs.
His cock is limp and shrivelled, looking no more than about three inches, and it’s almost enough for me to feel sorry for him.Until I remember what he did with his dick, and my rage comes flooding back.
Miles must have been thinking the same thing, as he looks up at Gregg with his dark gaze, anger practically vibrating from him. “You used this pathetic excuse for a cock to force yourself on Indie. Hell, you may have even done it to other women, too. You are a worthless excuse for a man, and you don’t deserve to get any kind of pleasure ever again.”
Before Gregg can say anything more, Miles nods at me, giving me the signal. I grab hold of the tip of his cock and pull it towards me until the skin is stretched taut. Miles then places the edge of the blade against the base, slicing just enough to create the smallest paper cut.
Miles frowns, shaking his head in disappointment.
“What is it?” I ask him.
He stands up quickly and rushes towards the cupboards, slamming the doors open and closed until he finds what he’s looking for. When he returns to crouch beside me, that smirk of his is back, and he appears pleased with himself.
“The knife will only work if he’s hard, but don’t worry…I found these instead.” Miles then holds up a fucking big pair of shears, his smile turning sadistic as he shows them to a distraught-looking Gregg.
I shake my head at him as I laugh. “You’re fucking insane.”
Miles leans over and presses a quick kiss against my lips as he nods. “That I am. Now, shall we get revenge for our girl?”
I nod, pulling hard on the cock once more. We’re not even listening to Gregg crying and begging, we’re focused on watching Miles line the shears up, one blade on either side of Gregg’s shaft.
Once the blades are in place, Miles turns his attention to Gregg. “I want you to remember that you brought this on yourself the minute you hurt Indie. You are going to die soon,and I want your last thought to be regret. I want you to wish you’d never met her, as she’s the person responsible for your downfall.
“As we speak, the Doughtys are sharing evidence of who you really are with everyone that matters. Indie has destroyed the perfect image you worked so hard to build. You will die the piece of shit that you are, not the decorated hero you’ve been pretending to be.
“Nobody will mourn you, nobody will care that you’re dead, and that’s all because of Indie. I want you to regret ever setting eyes on her, because if you hadn’t, she’d never have been the one to ruin you.”
As soon as the last word is spoken, Miles closes the blades on the shears, slicing Gregg’s penis clean off. I drop it, letting it fall to the floor, Gregg’s screams turn to silence as he passes out. Blood oozes from the stump where his penis once was, dripping on the floor between us.
I stand, reaching out to help Miles off the floor. He drops the shears and takes my hand, letting me pull him against my chest. We wrap our arms around each other, and I press my lips against his. As I pull back, I turn to whisper in his ear. “I love you so much.”
He pulls back just enough for me to see the smile on his face. “I love you too,” he says, before suddenly rocking his hips against mine. “Feels like you enjoyed that.”
I nod, knowing he can feel how hard I am, and he is, too. He laces our hands together, his smirk growing as he pulls me towards the door.
I look back at Gregg. “He’s not dead yet.”
“He’s as good as. Besides, I have a better plan,” Miles states, pulling the door open.
Once we’re in the adjoining room, everyone looks over at us, each with a different expression on their face. Bree looks almostproud, and she’s staring at her husband with heat in her eyes that suggests she gets off on the violence the way we have. Liam only has eyes for his princess, matching her fire.
Kellan is no longer looking at his computer, making it clear he witnessed the whole thing. He’s wincing as he holds his crotch. Kian is laughing as he jokes with Kellan about the flaccid cock on the floor, Kellan looking a little sick as they banter with each other.
Marcus is staring at us, his face the expressionless mask we recognise so well on him, but his eyes give him away. Although he’s shocked we went as far as we did, there’s pride and understanding there.
Miles flicks his gaze to Marcus, giving him all of his attention. “Would you mind making sure the fucker bleeds to death, while we get cleaned up?”
Marcus nods, but before he can say anything, Kian talks over him. “I can show you to a big bathroom. There will be more than enough room for you to fuck in there.”
“Kian,” Kellan snaps, rolling his eyes. “We’ve talked about you fucking thinking before you speak.”
“What? It’s bloody obvious they’re going to fuck. They’re almost as obvious as Boss Lady and Liam. At least they have the decency to pretend it’s something else, and go somewhere private. I’ve seen Liam’s pasty arse more times than I’d like,” Kian grumbles, which makes Bree laugh as Liam glares at him.
“I do not have a pasty ass. And besides, the reason you’ve caught us so many times is because you’re a nosey fucker. Most people hear noises and stay away, but no, not you,” Liam growls.
I can feel the blood pumping in my veins, excitement filling me as I pop the button on his trousers and slide the zip down. As I grab hold of his flaccid cock and pull it out, I make sure Gregg can see the disgust on my face. This isn’t about pleasure or sexuality, it’s about pain, and I want to make that abundantly clear.
“No. No, please, no,” Gregg sobs.
His cock is limp and shrivelled, looking no more than about three inches, and it’s almost enough for me to feel sorry for him.Until I remember what he did with his dick, and my rage comes flooding back.
Miles must have been thinking the same thing, as he looks up at Gregg with his dark gaze, anger practically vibrating from him. “You used this pathetic excuse for a cock to force yourself on Indie. Hell, you may have even done it to other women, too. You are a worthless excuse for a man, and you don’t deserve to get any kind of pleasure ever again.”
Before Gregg can say anything more, Miles nods at me, giving me the signal. I grab hold of the tip of his cock and pull it towards me until the skin is stretched taut. Miles then places the edge of the blade against the base, slicing just enough to create the smallest paper cut.
Miles frowns, shaking his head in disappointment.
“What is it?” I ask him.
He stands up quickly and rushes towards the cupboards, slamming the doors open and closed until he finds what he’s looking for. When he returns to crouch beside me, that smirk of his is back, and he appears pleased with himself.
“The knife will only work if he’s hard, but don’t worry…I found these instead.” Miles then holds up a fucking big pair of shears, his smile turning sadistic as he shows them to a distraught-looking Gregg.
I shake my head at him as I laugh. “You’re fucking insane.”
Miles leans over and presses a quick kiss against my lips as he nods. “That I am. Now, shall we get revenge for our girl?”
I nod, pulling hard on the cock once more. We’re not even listening to Gregg crying and begging, we’re focused on watching Miles line the shears up, one blade on either side of Gregg’s shaft.
Once the blades are in place, Miles turns his attention to Gregg. “I want you to remember that you brought this on yourself the minute you hurt Indie. You are going to die soon,and I want your last thought to be regret. I want you to wish you’d never met her, as she’s the person responsible for your downfall.
“As we speak, the Doughtys are sharing evidence of who you really are with everyone that matters. Indie has destroyed the perfect image you worked so hard to build. You will die the piece of shit that you are, not the decorated hero you’ve been pretending to be.
“Nobody will mourn you, nobody will care that you’re dead, and that’s all because of Indie. I want you to regret ever setting eyes on her, because if you hadn’t, she’d never have been the one to ruin you.”
As soon as the last word is spoken, Miles closes the blades on the shears, slicing Gregg’s penis clean off. I drop it, letting it fall to the floor, Gregg’s screams turn to silence as he passes out. Blood oozes from the stump where his penis once was, dripping on the floor between us.
I stand, reaching out to help Miles off the floor. He drops the shears and takes my hand, letting me pull him against my chest. We wrap our arms around each other, and I press my lips against his. As I pull back, I turn to whisper in his ear. “I love you so much.”
He pulls back just enough for me to see the smile on his face. “I love you too,” he says, before suddenly rocking his hips against mine. “Feels like you enjoyed that.”
I nod, knowing he can feel how hard I am, and he is, too. He laces our hands together, his smirk growing as he pulls me towards the door.
I look back at Gregg. “He’s not dead yet.”
“He’s as good as. Besides, I have a better plan,” Miles states, pulling the door open.
Once we’re in the adjoining room, everyone looks over at us, each with a different expression on their face. Bree looks almostproud, and she’s staring at her husband with heat in her eyes that suggests she gets off on the violence the way we have. Liam only has eyes for his princess, matching her fire.
Kellan is no longer looking at his computer, making it clear he witnessed the whole thing. He’s wincing as he holds his crotch. Kian is laughing as he jokes with Kellan about the flaccid cock on the floor, Kellan looking a little sick as they banter with each other.
Marcus is staring at us, his face the expressionless mask we recognise so well on him, but his eyes give him away. Although he’s shocked we went as far as we did, there’s pride and understanding there.
Miles flicks his gaze to Marcus, giving him all of his attention. “Would you mind making sure the fucker bleeds to death, while we get cleaned up?”
Marcus nods, but before he can say anything, Kian talks over him. “I can show you to a big bathroom. There will be more than enough room for you to fuck in there.”
“Kian,” Kellan snaps, rolling his eyes. “We’ve talked about you fucking thinking before you speak.”
“What? It’s bloody obvious they’re going to fuck. They’re almost as obvious as Boss Lady and Liam. At least they have the decency to pretend it’s something else, and go somewhere private. I’ve seen Liam’s pasty arse more times than I’d like,” Kian grumbles, which makes Bree laugh as Liam glares at him.
“I do not have a pasty ass. And besides, the reason you’ve caught us so many times is because you’re a nosey fucker. Most people hear noises and stay away, but no, not you,” Liam growls.
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