Page 6 of Be My Sinner

Once we are both spent, he pulls out of my mouth and plops himself next to me on the leather sofa, pushing the girl off my lap until she falls to the floor with a thick thud and her limbs sprawl in each direction, leaving her naked, exposed, and her pussy dripping with cum. My eyes can’t seem to look away from the morbid and grotesque sight before me. She’s a damaged and broken sex doll, her skin pale but also showing signs of our abuse. Her pale blue eyes are vacant, and the look of fear during her last breath is still etched upon her face.What a goddamn waste.

“She was a pretty one. Too bad she didn’t put up much of a fight; we might have kept her around longer if she had. Decently tight cunt, too, until we stretched her. We should have waited to try her ass before we put her out of her misery.” I smirk at Zeke’s words. He always looks at the bright side of things. Yeah, there is a bright side to fucking a girl to death. At least she went out in pleasure. So many in our world die in abject poverty and suffering. Horribly depressing deaths, if you ask me.

“Maybe the next one, Zeke.” I grin back at him, and he reaches up with his thumb, pressing it against the corner of my mouth. His thumb moves back and forth, wiping before he brings it to his lips and licks the digit clean.

“You left a little of me behind, fucker. You shouldn’t waste precious gold spunk.” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes at his antics.

He’s always been like this, a ray of bright sunshine in my otherwise pitch-black world. Don’t get me wrong, the fucker is sadistic, completely psychotic, and a serial killer in the making. But he and I share the same essence, two kindred and destructive forces plotting the world’s inevitable downfall in time, of course.

Are we both unstable and depraved in our needs?Sure, but who isn’t in this fucked-up eat-or-be-eaten world? We didn’t make the rules. We merely exploit the cards fate has dealt us.

Are we more privileged than the girl dead at our entitled feet?Sure, but she never had to bear the burden of being the daughter of a high-ranking member of the Order, let alone the offspring of two of its founding fathers.

She enjoyed her freedom until it was stolen. Zeke and I, on the other hand, are destined to remain ensnared—both in this lifetime and the next.

“So gloomy already, Abe? Do I need to go find another cunt to take that frown off your face, or would you rather ride my cock for the rest of the night?”

“You know we can’t do that here, fucker.” I swallow the desire that rises at his mention of riding his pierced cock. He’s forever testing my restraint, pushing me to the brink. Someday, I fear I’ll surrender to the darkness within, and there will be no turning back.

It’s already a considerable risk what we do here in the house of the Brotherhood while the orgies are happening. Does anyone raise an eyebrow when we disappear with our ‘gifts’ to enjoy them together?No. They don’t even ask questions when they show up dead, like the poor girl on the floor. Most of the others are into weird ass fucking shit too.Really, who’s going to question us?

Would that all change if they found out that we enjoy more than sharing a whore or two between us? That we enjoy the pleasure of riding each other’s cocks, and swallowing each other’s dicks deep in our throats. That I will never get enough of him, and that he would set this world ablaze for me without the slightest hesitation. That Zeke belongs to me, and I to him. A connection not even our malevolent fathers could sever.

Yeah, that would be a problem for the Brotherhood of the Sacrament.Righteousness and sin go hand-in-hand here.But not that kind of sin. You can pretty much commit all the rest and be absolved, but never love thy brother more than God commanded, and definitely never swallow that brother’s cock.Well, fuck them and God too, for that matter.

I smirk at the thought of our father’s faces at finding Zeke deep inside my ass or me swallowing his cock. They would lose their proverbial minds. Two high-ranking founders with sergeant-at-arms sons who disgrace the Brotherhood and the church. Would they try to cover it up, or would they set the fires to burn us in the flames of hell?Probably the latter is my thinking.

“We could always head back to my room or even into the woods?” As soon as his words escape his lips, the room’s door flies open, crashing against the wall. The handle digs deep into the plaster, creating a thunderous impact. My body twitches with the need to get up and thrash whoever has dared to enter our space, disturbing us. I clench my fists to suppress the urge to strike out and beat the living fuck out of whoever is here, ending my moment with Zeke.Careful, your crazy is starting to show again.

My father is the first to stride through the door, a grimace etched onto his weathered face. He still remains adorned in his black order robes, accented with crimson embroidery, marking him as one of the Founding Fathers. Even though the actual founder was my grandfather, not him. Dear old grandpa helped to destroy the world, only to rebuild it in this fucked-up image and then went ahead and died, leaving the rest of us to grapple with the consequences of his malevolent actions.

Zeke’s dad, Noah, follows immediately behind mine, as does their security team. Guns at the ready to take out any possible threat against a Founding Father. I roll my eyes at the dramatics. I don’t even know why my father bothers. He knows I’m not afraid of him, and there are no lesser families to playking of the castleto in here.

“Another one? Can’t you at least try to keep them alive longer than a night or two?” He inquires with disgust across his face, as his eyes meet the dead girl’s body still sprawled on the floor, and then trails up mine and Zeke’s naked forms. Suspicion briefly presents itself on his face before he wipes it away, and into the disappointed mask he always wears around me. I narrow my eyes and quirk my lips at him. The way I know sets his blood pressure skyrocketing and gives me immense pleasure.Does he really want an answer to that?

“You both shall be in the chapel at sun break for penance. God will have you seeking a cleansing for your sins, boys,” Zeke’s dad, Noah, admonishes us while refusing to look at the body.Weak motherfucker. Literally, cause he fucks my mom on the regular. Good old dad likes to share and then wonders where I got it from.

If I didn’t have my psycho father’s features, I might think I was actually Noah’s spawn. That would be a bit fucked up, considering I love taking Zeke’s cock any way I can get it. Would that stop me if we were actually half-brothers?Probably not; what’s one more sin?

When neither of us answers, we get a smack to the back of our heads from two of their soldiers with rifle butts. I turn my head to look back up atCainandAbel, two fucking assholes who worship at our fathers’ feet. One of these days, I am going to shove those two rifles down their fucking throats. Then they can honor my father in hell, like all the rest of the demons.

“Yeah, sure. Daybreak. Chapel. Got it,” Zeke mumbles and spreads his legs wider when he catches one of the other security guys staring at his pierced cock. I watch with a devious smirk as his cock twitches in his lap. Even soft, it’s pretty impressive in size and girth, never mind that sexy as fuck barbell piercing on the tip.

The guy blushes and quickly averts his gaze from Zeke’s cock before my father catches him. I give him a dirty grin, knowing full well he’s going to be dreaming about Zeke’s monster cock later when he wanks off. It’s impressive. I should know. I’ve had it down my throat and up my ass since we were sixteen, and he’s only gotten better at using it with time.

I turn my attention back to the menace that is my father. “You need something tonight, father?” I sit up and start pulling my pants back on, ignoring the angry looks I’m getting from him. He lives to be disappointed in me; why try to change that now? He’s had twenty-one years to get used to it. I’ve had just as much time to hate every single cell in his body.

“Another family was found tonight. The founder was slaughtered, and all his family members were set ablaze. None of his male line survived.”

I turn quickly and meet my father’s dark brown eyes. “Where?”

“Two states over. These ones had been dead for at least a day or two. This killer is becoming more brazen, Abraham. That’s sixteen founders that have been taken out in less than a year. Fifteen of them from within the country now.” He sighs deeply and runs his tattooed hand, with the Order of the Brotherhood sigil on it, through his thinning gray hair.

“They ensure that the heirs do not survive. They die painfully and grotesquely, along with the founder. Someone is actively trying to bring down chaos upon the Brotherhood.”

Zeke snorts and moves past me to grab his own clothes, winking as he passes the gawker. I should have guessed that he spotted him looking at his dick. Not much gets past Zeke. Even if it seems like he’s not paying attention, he always is. It’s what makes him so dangerous. You don’t see him coming until it’s already too late.

“Someone is always trying to cause chaos and bring down the Order. This is nothing new, Peter.” He disregards my father’s concerns like only he can do with no remorse or fear of consequences.Sometimes, I wonder if he doesn’t have a death wish.

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