Page 13 of Virginity Sold

Kyrian: Dude I’m not a fucking idiot. I always wrap my shit and bring my own condoms.

Kyrian: So can you finish up what you're doing or not?

Me: Give me 15.

Fuck, I forgot to let him know not to do it at her place. She’s been running a cam business on the side to make money and Kyrian may just be her next guest appearance if he goes to her house.

That’s all we need, his face attached to a fucking sex worker. Uncle Liam would flip his shit.

“Well, Simon, it’s time to wrap this party up. My little brother is about to make a stupid decision and I need to give him some sage advice. Any last words?” I hit the power button on the drill, and it roars to life.

God, it sounds amazing.

“Killian, come on, man.” He’s a blubbering mess. A dark wet spot spreads from his crotch, seeping down his body and dripping into his face— his very own golden shower. It’s not my thing, but hey, who am I to kink-shame? “I fucked up. I get it. But I really didn’t know and didn’t say anything important.”

Bingo! There’s where he messed up.

“So you fucked up and didn’t say anything important. To me, that means you leaked something. But it ends here. Trust me, this is mild compared to what my uncle would’ve done to you. Hell, even me, if I had more time.”

He goes to say something, but I’ve already pressed the drill against his stomach, blood spewing everywhere as his screams fill the room, echoing at the right intensity that my cock stirs in my pants, stiffening at the bloody sight.

He’s not dead, not yet, just in agonizing pain. Within seconds, his screams stop and he goes limp as he passes out. Boring. Pulling out the drill, I aim it at his crotch and press the button. Even my boys shrivel, just imagining what it feels like.

It causes his body to jump to life.

“Please just kill me,” he says through panted breaths.

“Why would I do that?” I sneer.

“Please, I can’t take anymore. I’d rather be dead than this.”

His vehement pleas to end his agony fill my ears. If I was a nice guy, I would. One who works a normal nine-to-five office job, plays golf with his buddies on the weekend, and has a couple of rugrats running around.

But I’m not, and I enjoy inflicting pain way too much to ever be an honorable man.

The fucker passes out again and I’m ready to get out of here. I put the bloodied drill back on my table for the grunts to clean later when they get rid of his worthless body. Picking up the gun, I put it right at his temple and pull the trigger.

Sorry, boys. You’re going to have a mess to clean. I walk to the sink and wash my hands before unzipping the plastic body suit that covers my shoes and body. Once it’s off, I wash my hands again, checking myself in the mirror to make sure there’s nothing on my face.

When I’m confident I’m good, I text Kyrian.

Me: I’m on my way.

“Okay, Killian, I’ve got your list, so you’re good. This is purely for Kyrian’s benefit. And you boys haven’t been over for dinner in a while, so I figured we’d kill two birds with one stone.”

“Kyrian, you need to electronically sign this NDA, and then we can go over everything.” Uncle Liam hands him the tablet.

I already know what’s going to happen.

“So, I’ll sign it but, really, Uncle Liam?”

“What?” Liam asks, and I lean back in my chair, arms crossed as I watch the show that’s about to take place.

“Seriously, you don’t see how ridiculous this is?” His gaze shifts to mine and I shake my head. He’s not dragging me into this. Uncle Liam will see one of two ways: the truth that it is absurd, or Kyrian being a smartass. Either way, I’m not ending up on his bad side.

“Boy, don’t try my patience. I can’t read your mind, so what the hell are you going on about?”

“Fine, you have me signing an NDA to not talk about the auction, yet I’ve known about it since I was a kid. Every man in this house other than Dad talked about it. So I find it funny you want me to sign this now. Isn’t it kind of a moot point?” Kyrian’s already signing the tablet, which may be a good thing because he can’t see the death glare our uncle’s giving him.

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