Page 153 of Boys Who Taint

Levi is hung, at least nine inches, and pierced in multiple places; an ampallang through the tip, just like Apollo and Grey, and one at the pubic bone too.

“We have the same jeweler, can you tell?” Apollo muses. “Does your boy have any? I’m curious …”

I turn my head to look as Apollo pulls down Grey’s zipper and unbuttons his pants, sticking the gun inside while Grey yells into the cloth.

“Don’t you fucking hurt him,” I growl.

“Relax … I’m just having fun,” Apollo says, as he hooks the gun into his underwear and pulls it down to reveal Grey’s pierced shaft. “I’ll be damned, that’s a big-ass cock for a plank like you.Same piercing too. I’m impressed. Not as big as mine, though.” A smoldering laugh erupts. “But you’ll learn soon enough.”

Levi suddenly grabs my cheeks and abruptly turns me away. “Eyes up here.”

I grumble under my breath, but his hard-on pokes me in the face, silencing me.

“Open your mouth.”

“Or what?”

He points the knife at my forehead. “You want me to puncture him here?” The knife lowers to my eye, hovering dangerously close. “Or here?”

I swallow. “Nowhere.”

The knife retracts, and he pushes the tip of his dick against my lips. “Then open your mouth.”

Grimacing, I part my lips.

“Closer.”

I lean in until he crosses the barrier of no return.

“Closer.”

Each time I move in, he slips deeper inside, piercings scraping my tongue.

Still, he growls, “Closer.”

I do what he says, fighting the urge to gag as he reaches my uvula.

The knife slides up my cheek. “Closer.”

He’s taking his sweet-ass time, and I just know he’s doing it all for the fun of it, to show me he has all the power, and to show Grey he controls my every move, and I hate it.

I hate how, even when I despise him down to his soul, I’m still throbbing from his pulses on my tongue.

He groans, not moving an inch, despite being so close I can smell his skin.

“Closer.”

My throat clamps shut as I lean in farther, pushing myself to the limit as I take him and those piercings of his deeper into my throat.

He’s huge. Overpowering. Menacing.

Completely beyond any decency.

And my clit responds with equal lewdness, throbbing from the mere feeling of him settling in my throat like he intends to make it his home.

“Not. Close. Enough,” he says.

The knife slides down to my neck where his length now rests deep inside me.