by Quil Carter
That fucking idiot didn’t have a clue what we’d been implying this whole time. This retard was such a sheltered little bitch it didn’t even occur to him what we’d been planning this entire time.
“What the fuck…?” Adler croaked, his throat sounding dry and constricted. Then, when Nero reached down and tried to grab the front of his pants, he recoiled and started hyperventilating.
I knew I shouldn’t be taking so much enjoyment from this. I knew it was fucked up and I wasn’t in denial about that. I was this kid earlier in the year. I’d had gone through hell with what Nero had done to me, and I knew I was about to put my genetic clone through the same thing.
But honestly…
There was something so fucking gratifying about it, so validating. I wanted to break him. I wanted to take this sheltered, fragile little creature into my hands and gently snap every bone he had. I thirsted to see his face twist upon penetration, thirsted to hear his heart pound desperately against his chest. I wanted to watch his eyes glass over then smack him back to awareness, and hear scream after scream shoot from his lips like an automatic weapon.
Was it the saying that misery loves company? Or perhaps I was more depraved than even I realized. All I knew was that I had suffered more than I’d ever had before, and I couldn’t explain it, but there was a powerful dark force that wanted me to inflict the same trauma on Adler.
Unable to stop myself, I kneeled down and grabbed Adler’s chin then kissed the corner of his mouth.
Adler jolted away and looked at me with terror in his eyes. It was like he was a preppy daddy’s boy who’d stumbled down the wrong alley. “Don’t do this,” he said, his voice faint. He looked at Nero, and the terror turning to pleading. “Mantis took you in… he only proxied you because you were going to fucking kidnap me. What the fuck, Nero?” He let out a cry and tried to kick me away when I attempted to steal another kiss.
Nero laughed, and in a flash, he grabbed onto Adler’s pants and started pulling them off of him. Of course, Adler let out a horrific scream and began to struggle. I got up from my kneeling position and slammed a boot down onto his stomach to keep him from moving, and allowed Nero to finish removing his pants. Nero threw the pants behind him, a brightness on his face that I was quite familiar with, and then leaned down to start slicing off Adler’s underwear.
“Oh, he has the cut gene,” I said. I kneeled back down, my knee pressed against Adler’s stomach, and checked out the goods. “And he doesn’t even trim himself. Nero, you don’t want to fuck him all hairy and disgusting, right?” I motioned to his switch blade. “Shave some of that off.” Then I pressed the tip of the machete into the base of Adler’s cock and twisted it. Adler sucked in a desperate breath and let out a shuddered cry. “Cut him a few times for me, Goose. I want to taste him, see if he tastes like me.”
“You’re going to fuck him too, right?”
I reached over and started unbuttoning Nero’s pants. He was kneeling over Adler now, pinching dark pubes, quite long too, between his fingers before slicing them clean off with the blade.
I had no intentions, I could never do that to Killian, but I didn’t want Adler to know that. “We’ll see.” I pulled out Nero’s cock, solid and ready, and felt a rush when I heard him groan from my touch. This hot feeling had long since gone to my head, and there was no part of me that was in control of the dangerous hot energy jumping from me to my brute chimera brother. I’d love to say that I didn’t know what was coming over me, but I did, and I was enjoying finding Reaver again too much to start touching on any moral grounds.
I wasn’t a moral person, and I never had been, but I was faithful to Killian and I’d never do anything he wouldn’t allow me to do if I explained why I needed to do it.
Having sex with Nero was something I knew I’d had to do, and Killian would understand, but doing this to Adler was nothing more than me needing revenge and wanting to see him suffer like I had. This was for me, the sickest most depraved part of me, and it was because of that I wouldn’t do to Adler what Nero was planning on doing. That would be cheating, and that wasn’t me.
But even though I was strong… I wasn’t strong enough to not let my hands wander.
I ran my hand up and down Nero’s dick, and let the thick member rest on my palm. I could feel it twitching and I could smell the blood rushing through the thick vein he had on the side of it. That cock fucked me all night last night – and I’d liked it.
And now… it was going to get quite the treat.
“We need to free the boys and let them have a go with him,” Nero said through groans. “Fuck, I want to see Killian fuck him, really bad.”
I smirked at this. “He might.” The thought that I could have a go with Adler, if Killian was beside me, filled me with even more excitement. I might actually get a go with him. “We had plans on raping Kiki in front of you once we freed you anyway.”
Nero gave me a surprised look. “Fucking HOT!” he said, before slicing off another chunk of pubes.
And this is why it’s better to join the maniac, than try and beat him.
“Stay the fuck down!” Nero snapped when Adler tried to move away from him. The little bitch was scrunched against the concrete wall, as far away from us as he possibly could be. He was shackled with his wrists above his head now, and that chain was embedded in the wall. There were no chains for his legs though. I had one hand on his leg and the other had removed itself from Nero’s cock and was now rubbing my own crotch.
“There see? I cut ya, I told you to stay still,” Nero said. He laughed when Adler said nothing back, still staring at us like he couldn’t believe what was happening. I loved these reactions, and I felt spoiled for choice right now. I could do anything and everything to him. I could draw out the most agonizing of reactions.
I love life.
“Go on, Reav. Give it a taste. Dare him to kick you.” Nero removed his shirt, showing off his washboard abs and toned stomach. He had tan lines on him too, I bet I did as well.
I looked down and saw a shine of blood in the now short black strands of pubic hair. It was gathering around the base of his cock, the usually grand chimera dick now tucked up close to his body. His balls were too, timid and afraid and huddling close to their host.
I leaned down and put my mouth over the wound, but the moment my lips tasted the blood Adler pulled away with a spastic gasp, and I heard chains tighten before a frustrated and fearful cry sounded.
“What do you want…?” Adler wheezed. “I told you, you can have Turris. Mantis can… he can create another Killian.”
I licked the blood, and just to taunt him further I ran a tongue up the deflated piece of flesh. Nero liked this. I felt him unbutton my own pants like I had his, then warm hands withdrew my cock.
“I don’t need another boyfriend, one is enough.” My tongue devoured the blood, and I felt Nero’s lips greet the tip of my cock. “The man you killed was no greywaster. Killian is an immortal just like us. You really think I’d have let you continue to play this game if you killed my partner?” I smirked and petted Nero’s hair back as his mouth went up and down on my cock. Adler just stared at me, tucked up like a boy after Daddy gave him a beating. “No. You didn’t kill my boyfriend. You don’t have a single card against me, Adler Dekker.” I rose and tried to kiss his neck but Adler jerked his head away. And just to prove how fast he was, Adler snapped his head towards me and managed to get my chin into his teeth, I felt the spring of pain and flinched away out of reflex, but laughed when I saw flecks of my own skin in his teeth.
“Tsk, tsk, bona mea,” I purred. I slid a hand around Nero’s neck and pulled my cock away from his lips. “Biting his master. Goose… why haven’t you started fucking this little bitch yet? He’s ripe and ready, wouldn’t you say?”
Nero groaned. “Fuck, Reav. I fucking love you.” He licked my chin before our lips joined again, this time my tongue meeting his to taste the copper it was laced with. “I’m divorcing Ceph,” he said when our mouths brok
e apart. “We’re running away to Florida. We’ll ride crocodiles.”
I chuckled. “Make him scream, puppy,” I whispered to him.
“Fuck you!” Adler suddenly cried. As he thrashed and kicked, I grabbed onto his leg and held it back. I had a perfect view of what was about to happen, and not just visually, every sense I had was about to be indulged. It was taking the breath away from my lungs and replacing it with fire, an unquenchable thirst.
Teach him to fuck with me. Teach him to fucking taunt me with my boyfriend’s life. Even if Killian was immortal, Adler didn’t know that. He’d taken my soul mate from me. He’d brutally beat Killian, and this was after ordering Spike to rape Killian in front of me. I don’t give a shit how much he was screaming, how much he was pleading… his hands were soaked in blood.
Adler was no fucking innocent victim; he was a little shit finally getting what he deserved.
So why would I feel empathy for someone so willing to take all that I loved from me?
Or maybe you’re just acting this extreme because then you don’t have to think of Killian being Silas’s clone?
For a split second, all of the hot desire inside of me disappeared, like cold water had been dumped onto my head. This threw me into a panic, and I found myself desperate to take back the intense feeling I’d felt only moments ago.
And this made me break the rule I’d given myself minutes before. The one where I said I wouldn’t touch Adler. But at this moment, I didn’t care. I didn’t even care if that inner voice was right about why I was doing this.
I licked my middle finger, and without warning, I shoved it inside of Adler’s ass.
Adler screamed, then his hips jutted up and his torso twisted. I saw Nero grab his right leg and bend it until Adler’s knee was on his chest. Our victim was now crushed against the wall of the garage, his face pressed against the concrete and his hands tucked up by his chin. He gave out a desperate whine, his eyes shut tight – and then he started to beg.
“No. no… no…”
A second finger was pushed inside of him, and I was rewarded with another wonderful shrill scream. And as he screamed, he tried to get away from me, but he was already pressed up against the concrete wall, there was nowhere for him to go. Because of this, I was able to keep my fingers inside of him.
He was tight, so fucking tight. His hole was a wound elastic band and I could feel it contracting and stiffening as his tense body went even more rigid.
“He seems so stressed,” I purred to Nero. “Why don’t we make him cum? Loosen him up a bit.”
“Yes, sir.” Nero kissed my neck and took Adler’s flaccid dick into his hand. He put his mouth over the cowering cock and started sucking on it. I adopted his rhythm and began finger fucking Adler.
Nero withdrew his mouth for a moment, and licked his lips. “Curl your finger up and find his prostate,” he said. A tongue stuck out and swirled around Adler’s head, our victim’s confused breathing filling the small room. “Hit it with the tips of your finger, match my rhythm.”
“I remember that trick,” I said. And I did, because he used it on me. I curled my finger up and felt around for the root. It was apparently just the end of a man’s dick and was a wonderful source of pleasure. I’d discovered just how wonderful it was last night when Nero was pounding against it. It had opened up my world to orgasming as a bottom.
Adler gasped. His face scrunched and went red, and once again, he attempted to pull away from us. But there was just nowhere to go, nothing he could do but contort his torso and try to move his legs. Nothing me and my brother couldn’t handle.
“Is he getting hard?” I pushed my finger against the hidden area inside of Adler and heard another strangled gasp.
Nero withdrew his mouth and cackled. He was holding a hardening cock in his hands like a trophy fish.
“He likes it. He won’t fucking admit it, but he likes it,” I taunted. I reached up and brushed Adler’s hair back. “Don’t you, sweetcakes?”
Adler reared up and tried to take my finger off. I laughed and started batting his cheek while he snapped at me like a wild dog. Eventually he gave up and instead started throwing his chained arms forward in an attempt to break the links, or at least rip Nero’s head off.
“Fucking enough!” Adler roared. He kicked his legs and twisted himself around so his ass was exposed. I dug my finger in, feeling his hole tighten and contort in a desperate attempt to get me out of him, but he didn’t have far to go and all he succeeded in doing was baring more of his ass to us.
Adler realized this and sat down again, scrunching himself into the far corner of the hall, hyperventilating breaths coming from his mouth and his eyes bulging.
“What do you want?” Adler suddenly screamed. He tried to cover himself with his hands but the chains stopped him.
“I want to add another notch to my bed post,” Nero said sweetly. He ran his fingers through Adler’s hair and leaned his hand against the wall. I drew Nero’s pants the rest of the way down and then his boxer briefs. He raised his knees and I managed to take them all the way off.
And then I took off mine and started playing with my cock. I’d gone multiple times last night but he was throbbing and ready to go. What I’d fucking do to have Killian beside me right now. The next time I saw him I was going to bend him over, no matter where he was, and make him fucking see oblivion. It had been too long since I’d fucked him, and I wanted to prove to him that I was okay. I was finally fucking okay.
“We don’t have any lube. I’m going to fucking kill him,” Nero chuckled. He reached over and started stroking my dick. I groaned and thrusted my hips to get myself in further.
“I have some in my cargo pants,” I said through my quickened breaths. I stroked his prickly chin and the side of his face. He was talented with that mouth. I was going to make Killian take some lessons, and maybe let him experience a blowjob from Nero.
Oh the shit you fantasize about when you’re horny. I knew very well that I’d be feeling embarrassed and ashamed after I’d cum, but for now? I wanted to appease every perverted fantasy in my head.
I dug into the pocket of my cargo pants and tossed Nero the lube.
“Fuck off!” Adler snarled. It seems the reality that it was go-time had hit him. “I swear to fucking god, I’ll have all of the fucking Blood Crows behind me and I’ll let every one of them fucking gang bang you, you fucking dirty faggot!”
I raised my hand and backhanded him, so hard his head smashed against the concrete wall.
“Yeah, do it again. I fucking dare you!” Adler screamed. He spat blood at me and tried to hit me but the chains stopped him. “Unchain me and fucking try that again! You fucking pussy. Do that when I’m free and see what fucking–” I hit him again, anger suddenly erupting inside of me. His words, words that had come from me not too long ago, hit me where I didn’t even know I had sensitive flesh exposed.
“Ah, don’t let him get to you, precious,” Nero purred. But I got to my feet and snatched the small silver key we’d placed beside the mattress, out of Adler’s reach.
Nero let out a surprised whistle, and without saying a word, I unshackled Adler’s neck, and then both of his wrists.
Adler wasted no time. He grabbed me and pushed me backwards, but that was all he got in. I punched him in the face and he fell backwards. Then I grabbed his leg, pushed it back, and without even telling him to, Nero got into position.
Adler howled and screamed, more alive unchained than he was when we had him bound. A new energy coursed through me, adding a vigour to the horniness that was burning my flushed body alive. What had been play just seconds ago had reached a threshold, a snapping point that I hadn’t even realized I’d been edging. But I hit it, I not only hit it, I broke it and had bathed in the blood and fluid that it had sprayed onto me.
“Scream louder,” I growled. I smacked him again and laughed when Adler’s mouth opened and a scream rang out. Not just any scream, this one felt like it had been carried from the dar
kest pits of hell. Cradled in the arms of demons and fed with nothing but pain and terror. He knew what was coming, and I knew what was coming.
I was in control. I was the dominant beast. I was a demon taking this angel’s power away. A sheltered little shit used to being pampered and worshipped. Thirty years old and as green as the grass outside. A fucking virgin who hated sex, who wanted nothing but to find the very man Mantis and Elish were trying to keep him from.
And he was mine.
I wrapped one hand over Adler’s neck, the other one pinning his wrists above his head. Nero was between his legs and, boy, was he ever smiling.
“Fuck him,” I growled.
The room was electrified, it was thick and seeping energy, hot and sweaty electricity that made the fine hairs on my body stand on end. I could feel it in my chest, just fucking glowing like an orb, like the sun itself had been stolen; I hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. Since I’d left Aras. I had been dormant for too long. I had been a weak wraith of the man I had once been for too – fucking – long.
And seeing myself finally coming back, breaking through the hardened but broken shell…
I fucking felt like singing.
I laughed instead. I laughed, and when I saw Nero position his cock over Adler’s hole, I grinned.
“NO!” Adler screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice broke, and when he sucked in a shuddered breath, he started coughing, blood sprayed onto Nero’s chest and chest hair. “NO!” he screamed again, my ears ringing from his song. I watched intently as Nero push the tip against the opening, and felt further satisfaction when Adler let out another howl.
It was tight though, of course the little virgin was tight. I spat on my fingers and rubbed the saliva onto Adler’s hole.
“Break him,” I said to Nero, my voice low and dangerous. “Fucking break him.”
Nero winked at me, then looked down, and with Adler’s screaming and thrashing highlighting the act, Nero pushed himself against Adler’s ass… and I saw the head disappear inside of him.