“You can want him dead, and still be the best person I know,” I remind him, picking up a travel sized bottle of lube. “It’s the same way you can say you hate me, but still blow your loadacross your stomach when I fuck you. We are linked through rejection and mistakes, and nothing can change that.”
“Your logic is something else,” Koen whimpers.
He has no fucking idea.
Good ‘ole Dan is a hairy fucker, and my lips twitch as Rhodes begins to warm up wax in a travel warmer. You never know when the art of waxing can be turned into torture in a pinch.
“You don’t have to like it in order for it to still be true,” I croon. “No one will look for you due to the storm, and we already told Weightman we won’t be able to make the next few away games. He’ll be pissed, but this is more important. You need to see how evil we can truly be so you can understand that running from us isn’t an option.”
“No. What the fuck? Don’t! Take my fingers!” Dan screams, making me smirk as Koen shudders. Dan is being a bit dramatic about a little bit of hot wax.
My omega’s skin is pebbled with goosebumps, and I untie one of his feet to pull off a pant leg and boxer. Koen barely has a moment to react before I’m done, leaving me with a trussed up omega and a warm hole to fuck with my fingers.
“It’s confusing to be turned on by torture, isn’t it?” I ask, drizzling a little lubricant over his asshole.
He doesn’t need more with the puddle of slick he’s making on the bedsheets, but I want him to be comfortable. Rubbing my fingers over his hole slowly, I let him suffer as he whines. I want him to be out of his mind when he begs for my cock.
Rhodes slaps the first strip of precut waxing paper on Dan’s skin, grinning as he rubs it hard so it’ll adhere to the hairs.
“Skylar,” Koen whines, trying to lift his hips to force my fingers inside his hole.
“Yes, Little Viking? Is this a problem?” I ask. Oh Danny boy screams as Rhodes provides a little body hair removal, and Koen groans with arousal as his dick jerks with desire.
“Fuck, please,” my wayward omega groans.
“Your words are leaving something to be desired,” I murmur, pushing my fingers into his leaking hole.
Koen shudders as he gushes around the penetration, and the sound of his hole sucking in my fingers each time I attempt to pull them out is loud and pornographic.
“This is…no!” Coach Foster screams as Rhodes rolls his eyes at his theatrics.
Glancing over casually, I laugh as I see that my alpha has pulled down the coach’s boxers to wax off the hair on his dick.
“Threatening a teen with violence and rape should receive the same level of treatment,” I muse. “It’s too bad I forgot to ask Fishman to add a pipe to our list of necessities. Little Viking, Rhodes and I raped the fan who wanted to hurt you with a steel pipe. There was no lube, and we ruined his asshole. Weak men who take advantage of other people deserve to be scorched from the earth. Fuck, you’re such a greedy boy, aren’t you, baby? You’re strangling my fingers so well.”
“Why…isn’t it your cock?” Koen whines.
“Am I still in the doghouse?” I ask, focusing back on him as Dan screams bloody murder.
“Oops. There goes your cock,” Rhodes says under his breath. “I think I’ll use it to gag you. I’m getting a headache from all the yelling.”
“Fuck yes, you’re still in the doghouse,” Koen gasps, despite the chaos. “Don’t stop though. Please. More.”
Rhodes shoves Dan’s dick into his mouth and rips off the coach’s boxers to tie it around his mouth as a gag while I pull my sweatpants down to begin stroking my cock. Everyone’s idea of porn is different. I’ve always wanted to come while someone is tortured and killed.
I simply needed the right person to do it with.
“I’m going to use the handle of the hammer to remind Foster why it’s important to use your words correctly,” Rhodes growls.
Fuck, it’s so damn sexy when he goes psychotic caveman.
“Smart. That way you can retrieve it later so no one can trace it,” I say, gasping as Koen perfumes during our conversation. “Such a murderous Little Viking. Are you going to come to the sounds of Dan dying? Mmm. I want to give you my cock so fucking badly.”
“Skylar,” Koen whimpers, his eyes rolling back as I widen my fingers in his hole to stretch him. “Daddy, please!”
I remember when Koen was weirded out by calling me Daddy. I understand it’s not for everyone, but it’ll never not make my cock leak to hear Koen scream it out in the heat of the moment.
Rhodes groans as he begins to shove the end of the hammer he was using into Dan’s shithole, and I grin as I bend down to drag my tongue over the thick vein along Koen’s shaft. Sweet cream coats my tongue as I lick up his precum, and my omega whimpers as I take my time.
