Page 59 of Destruction

He groans, wrapping one leg around me as he scoots closer to the edge of the table, leaving his ass wide open for me.

“I’ll give you the choice just this once, Baby Mouse… How much lube do you want?”

Benjamin looks up at me from behind his glasses, his eyes full of need, lips swollen red. “None. Make me feel it.”

My cock throbs at the want and slight desperation in his voice. “You want me to fuck you raw? Make it so you can’t sit for days?”

He hisses and nods. “Unless you don’t have it in you?”

Moving my hand from his leg to his hole, I push a finger in, working through his tight heat as he shakes and gasps in my arms. “Do I need to teach you a lesson on taunting me, Topolino?” Leaning in, I whisper, “Here’s a hint: you won’t win.”

He digs his fingers into my arms, hard enough that I’m sure I’m going to have bruises once the shirt comes off. “Prove it.”

Pulling my finger out of him, I back up enough to spit in my hand a few times, coating my cock with it. Despite what we’ve both said, I refuse to leave permanent damage; I’m an asshole, but not that kind.

Gripping one ass cheek in hand, I spread him open further as I press the tip of my hard and leaking cock against his hole. “Remember…make sure Jude can hear you.”

When I push in, Benjamin cries out, his voice a sweet melody in my ear as his nails dig into my skin through my shirt. His hole spasms and tries to deny me entry, but it doesn’t last long. Benjamin wants this as much as I do…maybe even more, if the way he tugs me closer with his arms and legs is any indication.

Pulling out almost all of the way, I spit again before slamming into him, beginning a brutal pace that has us both moaning and grunting with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re a perfect fit for me, Topolino,” I groan. “Made for my cock, like so few are.”

“Who knew you were a…secret softie,” he says between gasps of air.

“I’m everything my partner wants me to be,” I say, just loud enough for him to hear me. “That includes you now.”

The look he gives me is wide eyed, but I ignore the astonishment in his gaze as I fuck him harder, making the torture tools fall off the table and onto the floor.

“I’m going to send you back to your fiancé with my cum deep inside you,” I tell him, shoving in deep and grinding into him.

“D–don’t,” he protests, even as he throws his head back in pleasure.

Gripping his hair with one hand, as I dig the fingers of my other into his ass cheek, I expose his throat to me. “I’ll stop when I believe you actually hate it.”

Before he can say anything further, I bite him, right over the bruise that's already around his throat from where I choked him during our first time. Benjamin screams, his voice echoing off the cement walls of the room as I break the skin, his blood filling my mouth as I shove my cock into him a few more times before I come, flooding his ass.

I hold him still for a long moment, as he shakes and my dick pulses inside him. Biting deeper—not as deep as when I bit Hollis in the same place, but close—I make sure to leave my mark on him for all to see.

When I pull out, I meet his hazy, wide eyes. Smiling gently, I place a bloody kiss on his lips. “You can get yourself off by watching me suck my Lamb’s cock.”

Looking around for Jude, I find him in the lone chair I had brought in especially for him. He’s watching Benjamin and me with eyes full of desire, and his hard cock in hand. I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees in front of him, swallowing him down the moment I hit the floor.

“Fuck,” he moans, tangling a hand in my hair.

The sound of both Jude and Benjamin getting off brings me pleasure, my insides warming in a way they only do when I’m with my lovers.

Keeping my hands firmly on Jude’s thighs, I pull out all the stops, licking and sucking, taking him deep into my throat, wanting to make him come. It doesn’t take long. His fingers grip my hair achingly tight as I pull up, tonguing the head as I move one hand to his cock, and begin jerking him off roughly.

When he comes, I swallow most of it, letting the last burst sit on my tongue, even as I kiss the head of his dick, making sure to get every last drop.

Standing, I kiss him, sharing some of his taste before moving back to Benjamin, happy to see he's got his cock in hand, cum running down his wrist. Grabbing him roughly by the hair, I kiss him too, shoving the rest of Jude’s cum into his mouth. He gasps and shudders, but doesn’t make a move to pull away.

Breaking the kiss, I grin at him. “You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you, Topolino?”

At first, I don’t think he’s going to answer, but then he nods and says, “Yes.”

Back in our cell, I stare down at the bloody stump where my finger used to be. The sight of it makes me want to chop off every single finger of the assholes keeping us captive, and make them eat each one. I’ve never been much into creative torture—that’s always been Ten’s area—but I can make an exception here.

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