He bit down even harder. If he had to castrate Fehrin to get out of this, that’s what he was going to do.
Fehrin abandoned his efforts with the whip and bashed his fist into Kinzer’s head.
Kinzer bit down so hard that Fehrin retreated his hands.
“Ah! Ah. Just stop, stop!”
Kinzer eyed the set of keys on Fehrin’s belt loop, then gazed at the lock on the stock, indicating that he wasn’t letting go until he was free.
“Hold on, hold on,” Fehrin said.
Fehrin’s surrender, coupled with the rush of blood that he could feel running down his jaw, assured him that he was doing a good job.
While Fehrin’s face contorted as he struggled with the pain, he unlocked the stock and lifted it so that Kinzer was free.
“I did it. Now let go!”
But Kinzer wasn’t that stupid. The moment he let go, Fehrin would attack him and finish him off.
He eyed Hayde’s stock.
“Fine,” Fehrin grunted and headed to the other stock, Kinzer unwrapping the whip from around his neck as he crawled with him, continuing his assault on his attacker’s dick.
Fehrin freed Hayde.
“Get in the stock,” Hayde said.
“You’re out of your fucking…”
Kinzer snatched Fehrin’s balls and squeezed with all his might.
Fehrin’s face flashed red.
He closed his eyes and screamed out, shouting louder than he had previously. He yanked his pelvis back, forcing blood across Kinzer’s face as he left behind a chunk of flesh in Kinzer’s mouth.
Fehrin cried out as a jet of blood shot from his dick. He lunged at Kinzer and slammed his fists into his face.
He growled like an animal. As he laid into Kinzer, it was like each hit was helping him soothe the pain that was surely overwhelming his nerves. Because one thing Kinzer knew for sure, the nerves that the Almighty had so graciously given their genitals to ensure pleasure, could also create the most heinous pain in all the realms.
Those same spots Kinzer had seen while he’d been choking reappeared before him.
He felt lightheaded, dizzy. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
Fehrin reared back to throw another punch.
Hayde leapt onto his back with the whip Kinzer had abandoned. He twisted it around Fehrin’s neck and pulled it tight.
Fehrin fell back, landing on Hayde, who cried out as his back cracked against the concrete.
Fehrin’s wings trembled against Hayde’s face, as if they were working just as hard to get him away. Fehrin struggled to get up, his face turning nearly as red as the geyser of blood across the floor beneath him. As he balanced on his feet, he threw himself back against the wall.
Hayde’s back hit with another crack, but it wasn’t a strong attack. His enemy was severely weakening.
And as he attempted to thrust back into the wall again, he fell forward, Hayde riding him to the floor.
Kinzer lay beside the wrestling match, proud of the victor, but as he started to get up, he fell back onto the concrete, paralyzed. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but it was an impossible task.
With his last glimpse, he saw Hayde approaching him, and thought,A lot of good that did me.
