Page 114 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

And he will. Suffer acts of humiliation again and again and again.

Despite the circumstances, I can see how hard Domino’s cock is. How it presses against the black Calvin Klein supporters.

Catching his expression of mixed rage and embarrassment are those trinkets of encouragement to keep being wicked. It doesn’t feel like my character at all, which may be why I feel like I’m struggling.

Hoping to let him have a bit of pain and then let go.

When did he give me mercy, though?

As if my body needs to remind me, I feel a pinch of agony in my lower back. It makes my legs tingle a bit, the slight jerk of my left leg forcing me to peer down at my bare legs.

On that hospital bed, with doctors and nurses in white, telling me my legs have suffered damage due to a serum that has very little research is devastating.

Life changing.

Stop pitying the wicked.

It finally clues into Flex that nothing is stopping because I grasp how he swallows and forces Domino’s boxers down in one clean swoop, as if to get it over with. Looking at his junk with a completely red face proves this isn’t easy for him, either, but then again, he was being cocky earlier, attempting to blackmail me.

No pity. He wanted to humiliate you to the world…

“We don’t have all day here.”

I’m surprised that Marcus is the one to speak up. Peeling my eyes from the bullying duo to Marcus forces me to acknowledge his impatience. He doesn’t care about this at all.

“Promised Mr. Leighton we’d be early, so chop-chop, bros.”

“Are you fucking stupid?” Domino snaps. “Why don’t you do something about this?! You think this shit is easy?”

“Aren’t you the one who always told Pigtails, ‘you weep what you sow?’” Marcus counters, and there’s that “Pigtail” nickname again.Why am I struggling to remember him?“I’m sure afteryears of humiliating her, you can take a quick moment of defeat like a man and get back moving. This is taking far too long. Makes you look like a fucking chicken.”

I stare at him because there’s no way he’s insulting his own peers for being too slow in receiving their punishment.

“If I was being blackmailed, I’d get it done and give my best performance so it can’t even be used against me,” he suggests. “But again, that’s just me.” He shrugs. “I’m also thirsty.”

I look at Matteo, who’s actually smirking.

“Get Marcus another drink,” he orders.

“Yes, sir!” One of the maids announces, proving we’re still in the midst of others.

“Actually, get us all another drink. If this is going to take as long as it is, we might as well enjoy.”

Zander is snickering, leaving Ares to sigh. Aries is staring at the ceiling.

They really don’t care right now.

“Fuck it. Flex, hurry the fuck up!” Domino snaps.

It’s so easy for him to fall to peer pressure. This was another motive to validate that.

“I-I’m trying, okay?!” Flex snaps. “I’ve never… sucked a guy before. Fuck. I don’t do this shit!” He’s trembling while looking at Domino’s massive cock.

“Fuck, why are you even hard, dammit!”

Marcus is finishing his previous drink but chokes on it at Flex’s commentary.

“Man, this is humiliating,” Ares groans. “I’d never have the balls.”

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