Page 46 of King of Liars

As he called out again, I grew that much harder.

Fuck yeah.

I’d let go of those early inhibitions, allowed myself to free the monster within me that craved this primal interaction with King. Tugging back on his hair, I plowed him, his whimpers and cries granting me a moment of freedom.

“Stop, stop! It hurts!” he cried out. “Stop, please!”

I slowed my pace at his words, fully prepared to back out if he used the safe word.

His eyes flitted open. “That’s not the safe word,” he reminded me, urging me on, making me fuck him that much harder, that much more intensely, anything to please him…and this darkness within myself.

Again, I was a powerless sixteen-year-old kid, taking one of my classmates after another, enduring their brutal assault. But somehow reclaiming my power at the same time.

“Ah, ah! No, I can’t!” he went on.

There was no more being discouraged. No more succumbing to my fears of hurting him. There was just the pain he needed.

I let go, really let go, in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to the past few times we’d played like this. I grabbed his left thigh and raised it for leverage as I thrust in harder, pushing his body and face against the concrete wall. I wasn’t myself anymore—just this thing inside me, flashes of images from my past invading my mind as King cried out, writhing in a way I’d never felt before.

Pretty little faggot. Who’s the pretty faggot now?

“Stop, stop!” he screamed.

No one would help him, though. He would just have to bear my fucking cock the way I’d had to take the others back then.

There was a pleasure in knowing he was letting me go longer, that he wasn’t moving on to the next knight already. I slid my hand down to his ass and pinched it in the red spot, hard, never ceasing my thrusts. I saw Mike Kruger, Jeremy Brenner, and Finley Montrose in my mind, laughing at me as they took me.

“Hole, give him the belt again!” King called, which took me by surprise. “You can keep fucking me soon. Just take this pain out on me. Take all your anger out on my body. Give me everything.”

I pulled out as Hole handed me the belt. In his expression, I saw worry, fear even. Like as confident as King was that he was safe, Hole wasn’t so sure.

I picked up right where I’d left off, slapping the belt against King’s already sore ass before taking it to his back in a violent tirade as King continued calling out, howling as I pummeled the belt against him, hitting my enemies, not him. Hating them. Wishing I could unleash all the pain into King’s flesh.

“Ah! Why? Why?” King cried.

I threw the belt aside and shoved back inside him, fucking him as hard as I could.

“No, stop! Stop! Someone please help me!”

Still no safe word, so I persisted.

“King!” Two called out.

King shook his head. “Spade! Spade!”

I froze in place, then felt arms pulling me away. Two and One had me, drawing me away from King as Hole unfastened the restraints around King’s wrists.

King collapsed onto the floor. “King?” Hole asked, helping him back to his feet.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice shaky.

I looked to my hands, the edges of the belt indented in my palms. What had I done? What had I fucking done?

“That was good,” King assured me.

But even hearing the words, the looks on the other knights’ faces made clear what I’d already known: they could see the monster inside me, the one King had fought for me to unleash upon him. The darkness I hated within myself.

“Aid—Boss, are you okay?” Ryan had nearly said my name, but King didn’t seem to notice.

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