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I pump in and out, so he feels the entirety of it. Watching him now, his dick spasming and then pumping out a forced orgasm. His cum shoots out like a rocket and splatters on the concrete. I don’t stop. I keep going faster this time. Forcing his cock to remain rock hard and in less than thirty seconds, he’s pulsing again, coming on command. Groans and croaks breaking him as his entire body convulses and shakes.

We continue like this under Beau’s instruction. Pulling out the prod and allowing him a break, and just when he is soft again, we turn on the prod and force it in him again. It’s quite entertaining to watch a man grow fully erect in seconds and come while crying through the pain and pleasure.

Beau and I trade off sodomizing him. Beau has a little more grace and finesse than I do but seems to enjoy it just as much. I’m rough and hard where Beau is slick and skilled with his movements, but that doesn’t make them any less torturous. If anything, they might be worse. Eventually, after an hour of this, Braxton is crying and sobbing. Begging us to stop saying he can’t come anymore. This is the best torture Beau could have suggested. Not only do I get to hurt him physically, but we are also associating orgasms with pain. Hopefully, every time he comes in the future, it hurts, and he fears it. Forever ruining sex for him.

After that last painful orgasm, Braxton’s voice fades, and he falls quiet. Beau props Braxton and his chair right side up again. “Hmm. He passed out.”

“Let’s wake him up. I have a few more things I need him conscious for.”

We wake him with hot water poured all over his groin. Then we have a little fun delivering alternating body blows. When he’s good and soft, we remove him from the chair, and I carve my name into his ass with my knife. Right where he cut Clover. However, his scars will be much deeper and much harder to cover up.

“You’re going to fucking pay for this.” Braxton slurs as we toss him back in the trunk naked with his wrists tied for good measure.

“I’m sure I will, but at least I’ll be able to shit and take a piss without bleeding.” I slam the trunk on him before he can try to say anything else and take my spot in the driver’s seat.

We don’t talk or listen to the radio as we drive back to the club, where we grabbed Braxton and drop him off right where we found him. On the ground, unconscious from the second dose of chloroform, next to his car and his keys. Still naked and zip-tied around the wrists.

We’re almost home before I finally speak again. “I’m going to kill him one day.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Chapter 22

Clover

Smoking a bowl before bed really goes a long way to help me relax and decompress. Not to mention my new furry guard puppy cuddled next to me. I can actually close my eyes and not see Braxton’s ugly mug every time. Rosie and Lily were shocked as shit when I actually bought my new bedmate. I had to borrow the cash from them but promised to pay it back as soon as I can get to an ATM. Of course, they told me not to worry about it, but I’m still going to pay them back. As well as for all the new stuff we had to buy for her at the pet store.

They were really shocked when I suggested we actually get in a car and drive somewhere. Zander came with us, silently pushing the cart we filled with stuff. At least three dog beds, a crate, dog food, cute pink dog bowls, a new pink collar, and leash. That was difficult to handle, but I managed to muscle through it with a little help and distraction from the cute ball of fur in my arms. She really is the best dog. Calm and smart as a whip. Even for her age. Practically already potty trained. We also threw in about two dozen toys and balls and bags of treats.

By the time I hear Nix’s Camaro pull into the garage, it’s pitch-black outside, and I’m half asleep. I wait and listen. Nix climbs up the stairs, goes into his room, and showers, then walks down the hall to my room when he realizes I’m not in his. We’ve spent most nights in his room, but I just felt like being in my room tonight with the new puppy. I wasn’t sure if he would appreciate her being on his bed.

Through heavy eyelids, I see Nix’s form step through the door and make his way to my bed. When he’s almost all the way in, he disturbs my new dog, and she ruffs at him in a soft warning.

“What the shit is that?”

“That’s my new dog, Sloan.”

Nix remains half in and half out of bed, no doubt glowering at Sloan.

“When the hell did you get a puppy?”

“This afternoon.”

Finally, sitting all the way on the mattress, Nix reaches out and picks up Sloan, holding her to his bare chest. She licks his chin, and I see the smile he thinks I can’t see in the dark.

“I leave for six hours, and you get a dog?”

“We went for a walk, and they were selling them down the street.”

“So you just thought, yeah, I’ll just bring home a dog today?” His chuckle is warm and not at all upset about her being here. As a matter of fact, I think he likes Sloan.

“Yeah. I’m gonna train her, and she’s going to be my guard dog. I can even train her to sniff out drugs. In case you might need her.”

Nix’s body shakes with a silent laugh. “We make and sell drugs. Why would I need a drug-sniffing dog?” He sets Sloan down at the foot of the bed out of the way enough for him to lay down and wrap an arm around me.

“I don’t know. Maybe some drugs go missing, and you can’t find them. Then you’ll come begging to borrow Sloan so she can help you sniff them out.”

“Oh really?” Now he’s pulling me partially under him, burying his face in my neck. Pressing soft kisses in the hollow of my neck that send shivers all the way to my toes.

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