Page 33 of King of Liars

Just a fucking joke for their pleasure.

I went for another kick, my fury carrying my foot as it slammed against King’s lower back.

“Yes!” King cried out, his approval meaning everything, helping me drown out my memory of the pants and moans of the guys who had taken everything from me that day.

I turned to Mike and Finley, who held my arms as Jeremy Brenner took my ass. Until his turn was up and it was Mike’s turn. Then Finley’s.

I couldn’t even scream anymore. Just kept crying…like a fucking baby…not even defending my fucking self.

And why was I so fucking hard?

Did I like it? Want it? What was wrong with me?

Why wouldn’t they just fucking stop?

I went at King again and again…and before I knew it, I was lost in my past and the rage that overtook me. Possessed me.

I kicked, not even in control of my senses, crying out in rage when I heard King call out, “Spade!”

My legs locked in place, as though I feared losing control of them any more than I already had. The rest of the knights stopped with me.

I struggled to still the beast King had unleashed.

Holy fucking shit.

The images I’d activated from memory, that had forced their way to the surface, screamed in the back of my mind…and they were my screams, the ones I couldn’t even force out anymore as the assault kept on, for what seemed like hours, but couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes.

I grabbed my head, wanting to tear the memories right from my brain, but I knew that wouldn’t happen.

“Pretty little faggot.”

By the time I regained my senses, the other guys were already jerking off on King. I grabbed my cock, some kind of rage boner, and went for it, using the moment to take back the power that had been taken from me so long ago.

King had been right about me all along. He’d known me better than I’d known myself, known I needed this for some fucked-up reason.

Oh, it felt like heaven as I creamed, shooting across him before any of the other guys, who each in turn shot across him.

Hole was the first to recover and take a leak. Then One and Two followed.

I didn’t think I could offer him that, but tried, and the piss shot right from me, on his goddamn face. King lapped it up.

Licked it, drank it.

He was mine.

No, that wasn’t right, but none of this was.

As my stream waned, King curled into a fetal position, his body convulsing so much worse than when we’d begun this fucked-up game.

And I just saw this poor, wounded boy lying before me.

I’d lain on the ground the same way, covered in mud and stuffed with my enemies’ cum, hating myself, despising my body for betraying me.

What have I done?

Red blotches from our assault speckled King’s body as he lay on the tile floor, covered in piss and cum.

I panted, recovering from my efforts at kicking him along with the other guys.

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