Page 34 of Ruined

The fourth stroke makes little impression on Bobby, but leaves me in fits of tears. I am sobbing against the desk, my tears streaking my face and pooling on the wood.

“Let this be a lesson to you, Riley,” Angelo lectures me from behind. “When you play at Bobby’s level, and in his ways, you will take the same punishments he does. One of you needs to have a clear, cool, professional head. I expected that to be you, but now I find myself thrashing a pair of wild beasts.”

I hear two shots land across Bobby’s ass, rapid fire. Bobby’s fingers contract around my arm and I know that must have hurt, even him.

WHAP! WHAP!

The same two swift shots land across my ass, practically in the same position, aimed infernally at the gap between my ass and my thighs. One would have been bad enough, but two landing in that sensitive region makes me absolutely decompensate on the spot, bursting into gasping gales of hot tears.

Bobby pulls me across the table and into his arms and comforts me with soft little noises. I don’t know what it is about me that he likes, but I am glad he does because right now I need a hug more than I need anything.

I find myself next to him but also somewhat under him. He is using his body to shield me from further strokes, though I know nothing would stop Angelo from making those land if he wanted them to.

“Adorable,” he purrs in those dark Sicilian tones of his. “You two are getting along so well now. It is fortunate I can punish you so easily together. On your knees. Both of you, next to each other.”

I should have known Angelo’s punishment was far from over. A harsh caning is not enough to satisfy his need for discipline.

We take up position in front of him, and again I am glad to have Bobby by my side. I would be so thoroughly intimidated if it was just me, I think I would have been sobbing from the beginning. It is not amusing being in trouble with Angelo.

Angelo reaches out and grabs us both by the hair, one of our heads in each of his hands. He proceeds to use us like the things were are.

He fucks Bobby’s mouth for a few strokes, then pulls out and fucks mine. Back and forth his dick plunges deeply into Bobby and then into me. This is intimate, like kissing, but with the punishing thrusting of a dominant cock.

Finally, he chooses to pull Bobby’s mouth all the way down on his cock, filling him all the way to the throat. He comes down his throat with a growl of dominance and possession, gagging his boy until every drop of cum is spent.

I feel somehow as though we have gotten off lightly. Angelo has punished us, but I have spotted glimpses of his true anger in the past, and I feel none of that arctic cold now. It is all over, and all seems to be forgiven.

“Go get dressed, you two,” Angelo orders. “It is time we ate.”

15

There’s a particular way the light shines through the strobing effect of the ceiling fan. I am lying in bed on what should be a very ordinary day, but something is happening. Something I did not anticipate. Something that makes me wonder if everything is wrong.

Something about the way the lights are made to flash in the blades of the fan makes my vision wobble, and my mind flashes back to a time I don’t remember.

Suddenly, I am lying flat on my back. Angelo is standing over me. There is a sharp prick in my arm and the warm feeling I am already suffused in starts to feel swimmy.

I recognize the sensation of ketamine, mixed with a few other things, substances I am less familiar with. I know what is happening to me, though I cannot resist it and I know I will not remember it.

“The federal government has betrayed you,” Angelo whispers in my ear. “Your only choice is to give yourself over to me.”

I look down in my memory and I see myself lying naked on Angelo’s bed. I don’t remember ever having been in Angelo’s bed, but these memories were designed to be forever locked away. Besides. This is probably some kind of therapy designed to help me after my breakdown…

I realize, suddenly, that there’s no scar on my belly when I look down my body. It is smooth and unmarked. In this memory I am intact.

I close my eyes hard and open them again, sitting up sharply as revelations wash over me.

Angelo must have done that to me before I was shot, when I was initially in his custody. He was whispering to the butterfly inside me, the creature yet to spread its wings in a bold display of death.

He has been manipulating me from the beginning. He has taken my mind and my soul and he has warped the path of my fate to his own ends.

I have to find Bobby.

I get up and go and do just that. Bobby is vaping outside, leaning against the wall of the mansion we happen to be in, keeping an eye out for people who look like they might know who we are passing on the road. We won’t stay here much longer. It’s too open. Not enough privacy.

I interrupt Bobby’s scanning of the passersby by walking up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. I feel the muscle contract beneath my lips as he allows himself a smile.

“Bobby?”

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