This world rejects me..
This world threw me away..
This world never gave me a chance..
This world's gonna have to pay..
I don't believe in your intitutions..
I did what you wanted me to..
Like the cancer in your system--
I’ve got a little surprise for you...
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes..
Why did you put it there did you not realize..
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound..
Sometimes I think that I could....
Burn.
I look down there where you're standing..
Flock of sheep out on display..
With all your lies propped up around you..
I can take it all away...
I am the savior..
I am direction..
I am the angel..
Of your destruction...
I am perversion..
Secret desire..
I am your future..
Swallowed all up in fire...
Wales. 1890. One year after the infamous murders accompanying the poorest sections of London. The streets are still as dirty, if not even more so. Revolution still knocks at the doors of the peasantry, and even invites itself in for a simple porridge before grabbing its coat and leaving. Whores still sell their souls for one shilling more, their insides ravaged and horribly abused for the merest of prices. The rich still flaunt their wealth, oblivious to the world revolving around them. A world of deceit, shameless corruption, and terror. In the middle of it all lies a decent resolution, or at least we all hope there is. But for the trickiest of puzzles, there’s always an answer. And that answer lies within the manipulators of nonchalant desire and insistent homicide. By now you know of Jeffrey and Matthew Hardy, or at least you should. Still dispersing the most evil havoc upon each town they step into, still delightfully wicked with a tinge of seduction. They’ve killed more than you’ll ever know, or ever hope to know. Traveling back to their origin of mere immorality; the brothers will spread their own sort of mischief upon the people. Just once more. Please?
Swept up amongst the cobblestone-lined streets was the midst of midnight, sparking the resounding flares of lightning, cleverly followed by shattering cracks of thunder. An approaching storm ignored by the ears of slumber; most of the town’s residents snuggled beneath the warmest of wool blankets embroidered like fine quilts. The autumn air was suspiciously heavy and damp with the thickest of fog, each swirling billow of condensed moisture hanging above the back alleyways and most mysterious of dank corners like an impending cloud.
None of the redundant, small chatter filled the empty, desolate shoppes; deserted alleyways were devoid of the meaningless laughter of children kicking a bright, striped rubber ball down the streets, and the streets were sterile from the loitering saunter of horny old men attempting to connive a whore to fulfill their deepest pleasures. The smell of dusty smoke swelling from brick-lined chimneys lightly fills the nostrils of the occasional peasant scurrying along his way to fetch water. The skitter of metal horseshoes clomping against the streets has died down, for few businessmen dare to attend the nightly hours in this sort of town. But deep in the darkest alley of the deepest recessions, evil festers behind each chilly breeze, each guttural rumble of the storm. And that is where two men await their destiny with the wicked knowledge of their past and future..
Two men silently walked through the sewer remains of a back alley, their figures obscured by the black shadow of night. The light scuffle of worn leather boots rang out into the night, cutting through the silence with orchestrated ease. The drunken stumble of the brunette was supported by the blonde’s firm shoulder, a beautiful set of worried teal eyes gingerly taking in the sight of his best friend. The blonde’s arm gently wrapped around the warm body, hugging him close as their heels scuffed and tracked an undesirable odor into the street. Nonetheless, the blonde tugged his friend through the thick fog, attempting to shake off the unfamiliar threat of danger. He was scared. Frightened, actually. But what could he do? It wasn’t his fault that Shane had drunk too much. His thoughtful gaze fell to the streets below. Maybe he shouldn’t care so much, but he really had no control over his feelings. He almost laughed. As if he had chosen to obsess over a selfish friend. Couldn’t really call it love anymore. Couldn’t call it anything at all, really.
Sighing, the blonde enclosed his warm, wool coat over his friend’s shivering body, nearly smiling as the brunette pressed his cheek to his. Shannon Moore. Of Cardiff. A stunning young man of a mere 21 years old. Silken, honeyed strands of blonde blew in the cold wind, streaked with a few strands of deep brown and the darkest of black. A few locks splayed against his flushed cheeks as he walked; each wisp perfectly teased and combed. A dark gray cap rested atop his head, pulled down so the brim tipped to the right a few degrees. The depths of turquoise and deep sea green melted to form his sparkling gaze, a brilliant combination that looked so forlornly tragic. His features were gentle and tender; his nose cutely pronounced, delicate cheekbones, lusciously-pink lips moistly curving down to a small chin. His face was devoid of any hair, be that for neatly-trimmed eyebrows, articulately-shaped sideburns, and a tiny speckle of hair resting beneath his lower lip.
With a soft breath, his Adam’s apple jilted a little, tucked beneath the subtle sparkle of a measly charm strung to a chained necklace. Beneath the insufficient lining of his coat, a wrinkled, button-down collared shirt, with a few buttons unlatched and torn to reveal a set of taut, erect nipples. They stood proudly from a creamy set of pectoral muscles, the skin smooth and supple beneath warm fingertips. A few buttons remained stitched to the thin cotton, the material stretched across his midsection to cover the tiny hole of his navel, and the pale streaks of hair that lead down to his groin. His stomach, flat and contracted, bore the curves of a slightly-defined pair of abdominal muscles. The coattails of the shirt flapped in the swirling breeze, snapping against the backs of his thighs, which were covered with a used pair of dark gray pants.
His hips lightly swayed with a methodic rhythm, the tattered fabric tight to the distinct bulge of his groin. His trouser pockets were ripped and shredded, a few loose threads hanging from his sides as he trudged on. It was probably for the better anyway.. It wasn’t like he ever had enough money to keep in a pocket. The baggy, dirty material of his pants bunched around his ankles, the edges frayed beneath the spit-shined, pale-black leather of his boots. He was quite gorgeous, but unfortunately, all he wanted was all he could never have. His gaze softened as he continued to stare down at the brunette, steeling his heart not to melt as the older man snuggled closer to him.
Shane Helms. A striking brunette of 24 years old. The smile to persuade many and the handsome looks to deceive most. He was a swindler, a petty hustler. Not only could he trick anyone out of their salary, but their hearts as well. Not that he cared. He had never loved or showed concern for anyone but Shannon, not that he’d ever reveal that particular weakness. In fact, he had never even kissed him. Well, not outside of the playful aspect anyway. He knew Shannon craved for even one simple caress, but what the blonde wanted was so far away.
The brunette’s lips curved into a delicious smirk, his light hazel gaze blurrily directed on the pebbled cobblestone below. A few burnt mahogany tresses shadowed his drunken expression, each dark strand of hair straightened and brushed into silky, brown waves. His cheeks were splotched a bright crimson, the bitter gusts of wind slicing through the tight silk shirt he wore, the fine navy French-cuffs unbuttoned to splay against his knuckles. The edges of the shirt stopped just below his upper thighs, so it looked more of a scandalously short skirt. Only two dark blue buttons were latched, just enough to close at his groin before separating once more. The sensitive skin of his inner thighs were slick with a light sheen, his kneecaps rubbing together as he stumbled along the alley. Tall leather boots accompanied the outfit, completely laced up to just below his knees. Giggling, he leaned against Shannon, his lips awkwardly parting to emit a tiny sigh. The symphony of silent footsteps overshadowed his thoughts, the tiny pitter-patter of another pair of shoes quickly forgotten.
But two men did watch from the dim shadows, one twirling the thick handle of a jagged blade in his hand, the other carrying a medium-sized case covered in black felt; both looking quite amused. The blonde walked with his arm tucked around the brunette’s waist, his fingers idly stroking the delicate skin covering the flexing muscle beneath the hypnotizing sway of scrumptious hips. The blonde strolled like the beautifully-sexy gentleman he was, his features just as gorgeously-attractive as they had always been. The felt brim of the light violet bowler hat perched atop his head was tilted to the left, masking the dangerous glint underlying his gaze.
Wonderfully-thick curls of vibrant color adorned his pretty head; a stunning indigo-sky blue, a dazzling lime green, and a bright, fiery pink dispersed between pale, blonde streaks and shimmering black. Each lovely strand of hair was pulled back with a light-purple piece of suede, the masses of broad, silk tresses spilling over his back as he walked. His nose was adorably upturned but prominent; the plump severity of his lips lightly bruised with his lover’s heavy kiss. The sides of his face were shaven into a neat pattern of criss-crossing swirls and lines of dark blonde, an intricate web of attractive articulation. Bright, glowing cheeks bore the evidence of showering, marking kisses and smooth, milky skin. Wisps of hair were etched into the blade of a skinny dagger on his chin, the small patch of hair streaked just below his lower lip. With a released breath, bouncing across his throat was a diamond-encrusted crucifix strung through a thin platinum chain. A choker of sorts. He grinned. Just to ensure his faith.
Embracing his muscled chest was a light gray vest, the cotton material lightly brushing against pink, anxious nipples. The sheer material of a violet button-down shirt clung to his pectoral muscles, the collars splayed out against the soft cloth of the perfectly matching light petticoat. The coattails were elegantly long, and snapped the backs of his calves with the light flurry of wind. His abdominal muscles clenched and relaxed with each step, hungry for a soft touch. Velour pants tightly hugged his skin, the velvety material leaving positively nothing to the imagination. The metal zipper bordered the circumference of the low-slung pants, forming a silver V as he left them undone. The distinct curves of his hips flowed with the round bulge of his flawless backside, exposing the enticing muscles of his thighs. An expensive pair of leather boots addressed his feet, the tall, clunky rubber heels shuffling against the ground with a light melody.
Surely you don’t need a re-introduction. Jeffrey Hardy. Dangerously stunning; psychotic at best, and still very, very homicidal. Smiling deviously, his dark emerald eyes twinkled with a tinge of faint jade, his crystal eyes deliriously clear. Beautiful, curling eyelashes masked his exquisitely-green orbs, proudly displaying a few errant sparkles from his brother’s make-up.
His lover snuggled close to his body, the brunette’s tongue licking and sucking at the tiny metal hoops pierced through the tender flesh of the blonde’s earlobe. Jeffrey shuddered and pulled him closer, leaning forward to heatedly brush his mouth against the brunette’s lips. He sampled a brief taste of unflavored lip-gloss, obviously smitten as the brunette’s crotch slowly moved against his erection, the seductive smirk covering his brother’s face propelling him deeper into unparalleled desire. His eyes drank in the sight of the brunette like a glass of fine Italian champagne, his fingertips skimming down to grip the supple mound of the older man’s backside.
Twisted into a high ponytail was beautiful mocha curls spiked with deep ocean-blue, vivid black, and royal purple. Damp tresses flowed from atop his head in a vibrant waterfall; tucked beneath a top-hat glittering with a magnificent plum color. Hidden behind familiar wire-rimmed glasses was the brunette’s gaze, a devious blend of faint brown, milk chocolate, rich cocoa, and a faded ruby. Through light lenses were long, lush eyelashes that masked his infatuated gaze; his lazily-blinking eyelids exquisitely done-up with varying shades of purple. His face was cleanly shaven, be that for vertical stripes of hair neatly-razored in the dark brown wisps embellishing his chin. Bound to his neck was a thick elastic necklace, eliciting the glinting dangle of a swirled-marble charm.
The sheer netting of a dark purple button-down shirt grasped his firm biceps and flared over his hands to expend at his wrists. A short, deep mauve skirt stopped at his upper thighs, the shimmer of the luxurious fabric radiating off the dim glow of the fogged moonlight. A dusty-purple pair of leather boots accompanied the ensemble, the black ties laced up the sides clear up to his upper thighs; stopping just sort of his cock. The pierced tip of his member brushed against the top of the boots, sparking his dire arousal as his hips swung back and forth. A faint glimpse of his heavenly backside peeked just under the revealing skirt; his ass bouncing with diabolical regularity. Matthew Hardy. Consumer of perverted pleasures. Delightfully alluring. Eh, so maybe you forgot. The brunette’s hips continuously rolled upwards against Jeffrey‘s lap, the furious friction of their erections causing a soft moan to part from pouted lips.
“I get the brunette...”, Matthew lifted a suave eyebrow, his smirk lilting with pure mischief; finalizing his words with a stolen kiss to Jeffrey’s moist lips. The blonde breathed softly, lightly snagging his lower lip on his upper row of teeth with a wicked smile of his own.
It was an understatement to explain that Matthew was extravagant in his own kind, for everything he did was carefully devised without an ounce of failure. The brunette was tenderly immoral, for even the skilled fashion in which he spun the blade between his fingertips captured all of Jeffrey’s attention. For every inexpressible and impossible reason, Jeffrey couldn’t take his gaze off of him..
“Shannon?”, Shane grinned lazily, his voice slurred with the weight of several drinks; particularly a few heavy beers. His fingers crept across Shannon’s lower abdomen to his crotch, nuzzling his nose against the blonde’s earlobe to breathe lustily into his ear.
“W-What?”, Shannon replied softly, slowing up their pace to a menial stroll, his vocal cords entrapping his cracking voice. He tried not to become aroused, but he really couldn’t help it. His cock swelled at Shane’s deliberate manipulations, his eyes slowly flickering closed as he leaned against the brunette’s warmth. And suddenly, he heard it. The approaching footsteps that were drawing closer, and thumping in his ears. But somehow, he forgot about the warning scuffle of footsteps as Shane’s fingers drew up to gently twist his nipples.
“I want to fuck you..”, Shane whispered, his voice stinging with desire and alcohol. Pulling away to lock his gaze onto the blonde’s, indigo-green met liquid brown in a heated rush. Shane dipped forward to press his mouth to Shannon’s, surprised as the blonde turned his cheek and shifted away from him.
“I--.. We can’t...”, Shannon breathed lightly, a soft gasp tearing from his lips as the thick, heavy blade of a freshly-sharpened knife sliced through Shane’s throat, followed by the horrid gurgling sound of the brunette choking on his own blood.
His eyes barely had time to focus before two figures suddenly cut through the fog; barely seeming any less than absolutely satisfied. He didn’t even want to notice Shane weakly slumping to the ground, the blade still remained lodged in Shane’s throat, a sickening look of terror frozen across the brunette’s features.
“Shh...“, Jeffrey whispered at Shannon’s ear, smirking as his gloved hand quickly clamped over the younger man’s gaping mouth, forcibly squeezing his jaws shut. Swiftly, the click of a tiny switchblade ignited a brief flash of metal; a soft growl escaping Jeffrey’s lips as the knife plunged into the soft tissue of Shannon’s thigh.
Shannon’s shrieks and sobs went unheard as he struggled to maintain consciousness; his head dizzily swimming as the hold around his waist was released. He pitifully dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, the excruciating pain in his leg instantly blocking out his light, helpless screams. He could hear the soft laughter of the duo, malicious giggles filling his ears as he weakly sprawled out against the moss-covered stones lining the street. Fuck.
Jeffrey instantly kneeled to lay the surgical case to the sewer-infested streets; his fingers prying the gold locks open with a sharp click. His leather-covered fingers skated over the shiny instruments of devilish precision, fingertips lightly caressing each smooth piece of molded metal. His mind wandered as he grabbed the crosshatched handle of a long blade. Made for deep carving and forcing apart difficult muscles and flesh. Raising an eyebrow, he handed the silver instrument to his brother, followed by his usual scalpel and a peppermint. Snickering, he placed the striped candy onto his tongue and deeply kissed the brunette, his mouth smeared with light traces of lip-gloss and the sweet residue of mint.
Matthew giggled and reluctantly broke their passionate embrace, his thoughts diverted as he crawled over to straddle Shane’s body. Quickly going about to snatch off Shane’s clothes, he ripped the already ragged shreds and carelessly tossed them to the street. It wasn’t as if the body was covered that much anyway.. Resting his heels against the bright-cherry liquid outlining the cracks and divisions in the cobblestone, his skirt bunched just above his throbbing cock; the thin material creating a captivating friction as he swiveled his hips in the brunette’s lap. A heavy set of balls rested beneath the cleft of his ass as he raised up a bit to brush his thick cock against Shane’s, fueling an atrocious yearning deep within.
Beautiful streams of sparkling crimson flowed from the sadistic wound, lightly glowing with an underlying glint of dark cobalt. The brunette’s neck was brutally twisted back so that the top of his skull grazed the gritty pavement below. Warm pools of blood rested at his sides, catching the wet droplets of plasma streaking from his neck. Smirking evilly, Matthew leaned down to press his lips to parted lips to the vicious wound, his tongue flicking out to lap up the warm blood flowing from the brunette’s throat. The tiny muscle curved against the sharp blade, a small moan tearing from his mouth as his bottom lip wetly pressed to the base of the knife. He lightly tongue-fucked the incision, the tip greedily delving in the deep gash. The coppery taste of fresh plasma filled his mouth like a sick hunger, and he drank with the thirst of a thousand men; his arousal as apparent as ever.
His cock lewdly bobbed between his thighs as his hips fiercely worked down against the brunette’s cock, dabbing his middle-finger in a liquid mass of gorgeous ruby before swirling his tongue around the tip before his mouth enclosed around the warm plasma in a gentle suckle. Suddenly, Matthew threw his head back, a breathy groan escaping his parted lips as his hips rocked forward of their own devious accord, the rhythmic thumping between his thighs getting heavier with each ingenious movement. It was time. He knew it. An unsentimental smirk captured his lips as his tongue quickly darted out to moisten his lips, the fresh residue of the peppermint melting against his inner cheek. His gaze lit up with murderous reason, a glittery bronze locking on the upper region of Shane’s lifeless body and studying with serious intent. Planting his blood-soaked palms downward onto the brunette’s paralyzed form, his fingertips tenderly pressed into the supple muscles tightened to form his abdomen; giving the stretched flesh a gentle squeeze.
He swiftly slid up to press the head of his dick against the underside of Shane’s hairless chin, moaning as he purposely smeared the dribbling, sticky fluid against the saturated skin, reveling in the unique sensation. His erection propped the brunette’s slumping head against his twitching cock, his fist easily slipping up and down the thick girth. He stared down into Shane’s opened eyes, reaching up to part the mascara-coated lashes with the razored edge of the surgical scalpel, seemingly mesmerized as the blade sunk into the thin, elastic band of skin covering the eyeball. An expert, circular flick of his wrist produced the soft, nauseating sound of blood vessels torn to shreds, and a small hemorrhage of sorts oozed from the skillful incision; a puss-like blend of white blood cells and the darkest of red. Tilting his hand to stab the white sphere, his fingers gripped the instrument’s smooth handle, a glint of bright silver catching the moonlight and reflecting into an oddly-shaped shadow. Matthew smirked. Another keepsake.
Warm fingertips plucked the bloody eyeball from the rectangular perimeter of the metal scalpel, carefully placing it into his pocket. Returning to his task, he dipped the jagged side of the instrument straight down into the gouged eye-socket, the spongy muscles penetrated by the unforgiving blade. Swirling the contraption in a semi-circular motion, he carved his way a few inches more, poking the instrument at a 90-degree angle before retracting his hand, dripping with humid plasma. Perfect. He scooted over to press the tip of the scalpel at Shane’s ear, smirking devilishly as he swiveled the metal edge at the inner shell. All the while, his hand worked himself into a sexual frenzy, his deranged thoughts raising his arousal to unbearable levels. All he wanted to do was split the body into pieces with his cock. And what he wanted, he would surely have..
Jeffrey loomed over Shannon’s trembling body, smiling darkly as he stooped to a knee, tilting his head to peer into the younger man’s terrified gaze. Wet scarlet streaked on the street below, a few specks of dried blood frozen into the cobblestone. Jeffrey’s interested stare burned into Shannon’s, his voice full of unbridled pursuit and hilarity.
“I don’t think I’ll kill you, but I will give you something to remember me by..”, Jeffrey arched an eyebrow, winking as he pulled his hand from behind his back, exposing a humongous knife. Before Shannon could even attempt to scream, the blade rested at his throat, threatening to end his struggle right then and there. And with a swift motion, Jeffrey cut the cheap, inexpensive necklace dangling from the boy’s neck; stifling the urge to giggle as Shannon flinched, the boy letting out a soft gasp of relief as he slumped back to the ground. Jeffrey smiled. This would be easier then he thought. Twirling the handle against skillful fingers, the blade sliced through the thin cotton covering Shannon’s back and through the inferior, shoddy fabric covering his lower-half; discarding of the clothing with a casual toss.
He opted to leave the leather boots on the boy’s feet, carefully placing the metallic knife back into the plush, navy velvet lining the black case. His emerald gaze spanned over the blonde’s nude form; an animalistic growl forming in the back of his throat as his cock stirred with unthinkable anticipation. His backside was plump and seemingly untouched, his soft skin unspoiled by rough, calloused hands, a few hidden freckles on his spine glowing in the faint moonlight. Pale blonde, midnight black, and light brown spilled down his shoulders in silken waves of light, the ends lightly curled and twisted. Shannon’s lips were slightly parted; his face entirely flushed a soft pink. His mind wanted to reel with a thousand thoughts, but the blunt pain in his thigh washed over his body like a resolute silence. He wasn’t even sure he was still breathing. Blinking lethargically, he sluggishly rolled his gaze upwards as Jeffrey’s fingertips aggressively yanked his chin up.
“I think your mouth would look exquisite covering my cock..”, Jeffrey smirked sinfully, leaning down to softly tease his lips across Shannon’s open mouth, “What do you think?”
Jeffrey’s voice sent shudders throughout the younger man’s body, Shannon nearly sobbing as he lightly shook his head. Jeffrey grinned. He didn’t like disobedience from someone he wanted to fuck. Well, or so he liked to make it seem that way. It actually turned him on to no end, and made him all the more violent..
“I know you’re skilled at it..”, Jeffrey moved to press his warm cheek to Shannon’s, his tongue snaking out to curl in the outer shell of the boy’s ear, “I’ve watched...”, Jeffrey smiled dangerously against the blonde’s earlobe, planting a soft kiss to his jaw.
Shannon gasped, struggling to remember. The tone was strangely familiar, as if the person knew his deepest, darkest secrets. Shannon suddenly realized. He did. Jeffrey was his best friend up until his murderous rampage 5 years ago. He never thought he’d return. Especially not for him. Shannon had always harbored strong feelings for him, and for some reason, they had returned. And Jeffrey knew it.
Jeffrey’s lips glazed over to uncompromisingly steal a kiss from Shannon’s lips, his tongue forcibly pushing through the blonde’s gaping mouth to brutally lash at the blood vessels lining his inner cheek. Jeffrey could feel Shannon sagging against his chest, moaning pitifully as his tongue assaulted the younger man’s mouth; their lips crushed together in a ravaging kiss. Jeffrey’s fingers wound in Shannon’s hair in a tight web, snatching the blonde away from his lips to push his head down into his lap. His cock heavily pulsed between his thighs, shifting his weight a bit so his erection sprung free of its confines and obscenely slapped Shannon’s temple. Jeffrey’s leaned back on his heels and his hand; the bowler hat still tipped to shadow the heated fire of his gaze.
Long, streaming coattails folded under his backside, scraping against the ground as his hips harshly jerked his cock up to chafe Shannon’s cheek; slashing the blonde’s face with the gooey cream of his pre-cum. Shannon immediately slipped his mouth over the dripping member, the forcing fingers tangled in his tresses demanding him to take more of the sizable length. And he did. Well, as much as he could. He wetly slurped at the base of Jeffrey’s cock, his whimper-like moans muffled around the slick thickness. His neck was meticulously snapped up and down, Jeffrey’s cock tearing at his tight throat muscles as he sucked as hard as he could. Soon enough, he picked up the difficult rhythm, insistently swirling the curved tip of his tongue around the rigid tip of Jeffrey’s member, lapping down deliciously-syrupy streams of pre-cum wetting the corners of his mouth.
Lewdly stretched, his jaws clamped around the substantial girth, his bleary eyes flickering closed as his nose was suddenly buried in the soft wisps of pubic hair gathered at Jeffrey’s sack. He could feel Jeffrey’s inner thighs forcing his chin to rub against his balls whenever his mouth fully slid down to the base; his bottom lip smashed against the underside of his throbbing cock. The bulge of Jeffrey’s pelvic bone crushed his broken nose with unconcerned melody, Shannon nearly gagging as fresh crimson dribbled from his nostrils. The warm blood ran between the flesh covering Jeffrey’s inner thigh muscles, smeared red blotted across his face as his head bobbed with the palm viciously pressed at the back of his skull. He deep-throated his cock with a soft moan, nearly unconscious with lust and dizziness as Jeffrey’s cock bumped at his Adam’s apple. It was a weird feeling. Shannon could barely stand it. But somehow he did.
Jeffrey could barely speak, much less form a coherent sentence of actual intelligence. His slit gaze focused on the night-sky above, his body wracked with continuous shivers as his cock plunged even deeper than he could have ever thought. He fucked the boy’s mouth with steady rocking of his hips, the blonde’s silken hair splayed across his groin. He could feel Shannon fervently squeezing and swallowing the pre-cum from his dick, his skillful tongue tracing and outlining the swollen vein on the underside of his shaft. Somehow he could’ve sworn that Shannon tweaked the thick vein with a soft nibble of his teeth and kept up the pace, but he couldn’t find the words to describe how it wasn’t even possible. Bruised lips slipped up and down his stiff cock, trickles of crimson flowing down the sides of his groin as he buried his dick further down Shannon’s throat. It felt like an apocalyptic hell, the fire swarming in his balls buzzing before his eyes as he snarled and plunged Shannon’s face downwards.
Shannon choked at the sudden switch of pace, an unusual nausea washing over him as he felt the bile rising from his stomach. A thick stream of vomit flowed upwards from his throat as he regurgitated his supper all over Jeffrey’s cock, his brain fuzzily beginning to completely shut-down as he collapsed in his lap.
Jeffrey smirked and picked Shannon up with a fist enclosed in the boy’s tresses, making sure he was still breathing before his eyes dropped down to the foul mixture covering his cock. Fuck. He really wasn’t one for lube, but who could pass that up? Sniggering, he shoved the boy onto his stomach, creeping behind him to wantonly spread Shannon’s legs before sliding his body onto the blonde’s. His cock smacked against Shannon’s ass, lifting up onto his knees to slicken his cock with his own pre-cum and the obvious porridge and bread mixture. Ha. His gaze suddenly flickered up to take in the unbelievably-sadistic sight of his brother fucking the bloody, comatose body before him. Jeffrey grinned lazily. And he thought he was evil.. ,p> The back of Matthew’s heels were tucked beneath his backside as his cock thrust and ripped into the hole that once housed the back of his ear, the tip of his member curved through the sickening wound and out of the deep incision of his eye-socket. Matthew’s fingers gripped Shane’s chin and the top of his skull as his pulsating cock atrociously slid in and out of the gaping tunnel. His skirt was bunched around his midsection, the sparkly-shimmer of the fabric catching the faint yellow beams of the moonlight, his heavy balls pressed against Shane’s jawline as his cock worked in and out of the bloody hole. His thighs were wet with dark traces of blood, streaking down to his rounded knee-caps and dripping into a tiny puddle onto the pebbled street. The lenses of his glasses were shadowed with light spurts of crimson and deep ruby, his lips parted in pure seduction as his waist swiveled and forced his thick shaft even deeper.
The tight skin stretched across the head of his cock seeped with tasty droplets of pre-cum and plasma, the slick sound of a few muscles and particles of Shane’s brain poking through the entry as Matthew’s cock rammed through the opening. Blood dripped down the side of Shane’s face as the base of Matthew’s pierced cock continuously forced its way through the grotesque cavity; the brunette’s desire-filled moans becoming full-on shrieks. Smirking, he turned his gaze to Jeffrey’s, his tongue dirtily slipping over the irresistible cleft of his mouth as he temptingly ground his hips even faster, a soft, yearning sigh escaping his lips. With fingertips caressed the underside of Shane’s neck, his nails scraping the horizontal wound cut into the brunette’s throat as he felt himself drawing closer to release.
And suddenly, his body burned with lust unlike any other. He imagined the listless body struggling pitifully underneath him, Shane’s screams and gasps filling his subconscious mind as he released a ragged yelp, moaning and shaking uncontrollably as thick streams of cum spurted up through the body’s eye-socket. The creamy liquid dribbled down Shane’s bloody cheekbones, a few occasional spurts hitting his upper lip and dribbling down to blend with the drying blood covering his neck. Matthew’s back arched in acute force, his fingers twisting Shane’s neck to snap directly in his hands. His orgasm never seemed to wane; his cock twitched a sequential rhythm of unrestrained desire as he drooped forward onto the unresponsive body, an underlying smirk curving his lips.
Jeffrey barely turned his attention away from the brunette, his heart beating rapidly as the ache between his legs became adamant, his gaze sweeping closed as he plunged forward into the blonde’s ass; a smirk crossing his lips as he shifted forward to press his hands onto Shannon’s, digging the younger man’s palms into the ground. He tilted his head to bite into the soft mound of muscle accompanying Shannon’s right shoulder, sighing deeply as the blonde’s tantalizing warmth tightened around his cock. The gooey sound of his length sliding into Shannon’s ass rang in his ears, the ironically pleasant odor of the blonde’s vomit filling his nose as he began to viciously slam into the boy’s tightness. His flexed biceps molded against Shannon’s as he instantly went to fucking him for all he was worth; already pulling cries of pleasure from the younger man’s lips.
“You want me to fuck you a bit harder, don‘t you?”, Jeffrey smugly purred at Shannon’s ear, light perspiration falling off his arms as continuously forced his cock into the younger man’s ass. He tongue-fucked the blonde’s ear, lapping and sucking at his eardrum as Shannon shuddered beneath him.
“Y-..Yes...”, Shannon moaned shamefully, his submissiveness only lifting Jeffrey’s dominance as he grunted and picked up the pace, slamming his dick into the milking heat of the blonde’s backside.
His cock rudely stretched Shannon’s anus, breaching the firm globes and marking his ass with sore bruises. He felt his thoughts spiraling once more into the psychotic realm of lust, and he welcomed and invited them completely. The muscles in his ass twitched at each powerful jerk of his hips, his stomach inwardly contracted as his navel brushed against the horizontal ridges of Shannon’s spine. Sneaking a hand underneath the blonde’s body to raise his hips a bit off the ground, his fingers enclosed around the beauty of Shannon’s pulsing member, firmly stroking the younger man’s shaft in perfect accord with each brutal drive of his cock. The tip of his dick hit Shannon’s prostate with outstanding accuracy, the blonde moans reduced to deplorable, pleading shrieks and howls.
Shannon’s entire body froze as Jeffrey’s manipulative fingers led him to a sightless release, his hips rocking back to take all off the older man’s length. Thick wetness surged from his cock, shooting into the cracks lining the streets as Jeffrey’s hand pumped up and down his shaft. Damn. Shannon slumped forward, his pulse hammering in his ears. This was as close to death as he could feel, and he knew it. Shouldn’t he be grateful? Shannon blankly stared down the dark alleyway, a few thoughts controlling his mind before his eyes weakly closed in bittersweet downfall.
Jeffrey moaned deeply and gave in to his blinding release, an orgasm so thorough that his body trembled with rampant pleasure; his incisor teeth sinking into the blonde’s shoulder. His fingertips dragged over the blonde’s flesh to the wound he had created earlier, digging his pinky into the deep wound as his hips violently snapped back and forth. He flooded the blonde’s ass with potent spurts of cum, his hips continuing their vigorous motion as each fierce stream punched Shannon’s prostate. He collapsed against the blonde’s back for a few moments before slipping out of Shannon’s ass, delighted at the amount of cum and vomit spewing from the younger man’s extended opening.
Smirking indolently, he still held Shannon’s limp cock in his left hand, curling his free hand around the light handle of a thin scalpel. His fingers swirled to create a superb calligraphy; the beautiful letters of 'HB' carved into the delicate skin of Shannon’s lower back.
He heard the blonde whimper slightly as the blade sketched the small but prominent letters into the small of his back, a dark smirk covering his face as he leaned down to withdraw a tiny amber bottle and a small packet from the onyx-colored case, replacing the scalpel back into its specific slot. He carefully untwisted the top of the bottle, pinching a few droplets of the dark brown liquid onto his tongue from the clear eyedropper before opening the paper packet and sprinkling it in the same exact spot in his mouth.
“Who do you belong to?”, Jeffrey hissed warmly, leaning over to press his lips to the cursive handwriting etched into Shannon’s flesh, his tongue streaking up the fresh cut with poison and granulated specks of salt.
“You..”, Shannon whispered hoarsely, on the brink of unconsciousness, a small moan tearing from his ravaged throat as he blacked-out.
Jeffrey smiled. His personal engravement would never leave Shannon’s body. That he made sure of. He diligently placed the used instruments back in the case before snapping the expensive locks closed, climbing to his feet to straighten out his blood-covered, rumpled attire. He tipped the brim of his hat back to its exact position, giggling as he eyed Matthew strolling towards him.
Smirking as always, a plump bottom lip pursed around an opium cigarette, warm fingers pulling the papery stick from his lips after a long drag. He blew out the smoke in small, circular rings of gray, a familiar, threatening high only adding to the spectacular elevation of his orgasm. He looked at Shannon sprawled on the ground, his eyes serious as his gaze rose to look at Jeffrey. He laughed softly, walking over to the younger man to place his lips to his brother‘s, calmly parting his lips to blow a puff of smoke into Jeffrey’s mouth. Jeffrey smiled into Matthew’s eyes, planting a soft kiss onto the tip of the brunette’s nose as his eyes brightened a bit.
“Care to dance?“, Jeffrey playfully waggled his eyebrows, gently tugging the older man into his embrace as they danced closely. Matthew smirked against Jeffrey’s lips, giggling softly as the blonde hoisted their tangled fingers in the air and spun him around. Grabbing the black box, the two waltzed down the alleyway, happy and satisfied in their own bloodthirsty asylum..
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