Page 31 of King of Liars

King howled again.

Why was he doing this? What was wrong with him?

It reminded me—Rule Four: Respect the King’s privacy.

Was this the reason he didn’t want us probing about his life or past? Because he didn’t want us asking about why he wanted this…or needed this?

“Oh, he’s so tight, guys. Feels so good,” I heard behind me as I struggled against the forest floor, a sharp pain pushing within me.

The pain. God, the fucking pain.

It was all I could think about as I watched Hole fuck King. But despite my knowing better, knowing I shouldn’t have wanted to see this, I noticed I was getting hard…just as I had that afternoon after school.

No, I hadn’t wanted it, but I’d been so fucking turned on… What the fuck kind of messed-up shit was that?

I watched King’s face as tears slid down the sides, his face nearly as red as the guys had made his ass before handing it over to me.

“Good,” King finally said.

One approached, and Hole tagged his hand as though they were tag-teaming a cage match. Fitting, considering the beating they were giving King.

I looked to Two beside me. He wasn’t watching the guys. He was studying my expression, surely wondering what I was thinking about my inauguration into their dirty secret.

One put King on his side as he stayed on his knees on the mattress, pushing into him, then gripping the back of King’s neck and holding him still, fucking hard enough to keep King screaming.

One growled like some kind of animal as he punched King’s arm, then his abs.

“Give it to me,” King begged.

One snatched his hair and yanked it back forcefully, too forcefully, I thought. But still no safe word.

“I’m gonna…oh fuck, I’m sorry,” One said, shifting his body side to side.

“It’s fine, you’re good,” King said. “Come in your King.”

One rolled his head back as he unleashed a much more natural sex cry than anything I’d heard coming from King. As he settled, he offered another spank on King’s ass before pulling out.

“Your turn, Boss,” King said, looking right at me.

I was hard but not ready. Not at all for what was going down that night. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think—”

King smiled. “It’s fine. This is your first time. Will you carry me to the bathroom and set me on the floor?”

What the flying fuck does he need to be on the bathroom floor for?

But since I hadn’t fucked him, I felt it was my duty to do that much.

As I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder, he shivered against me. Evidently, the knights had worn his body down.

Surely, it had to be over. Surely, he’d had enough.

One flipped on the bathroom light as King instructed me to set him on the tile floor.

“Two, tell Boss how it will work from here on out, and then I want you to begin.”

I looked at Two, who leaned into me and whispered, “We’re going to surround him and kick him. Not the head or the neck…or the balls and dick. Just keep on kicking him until he uses the safe word.”

“The hell?”

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