Thank you so much for all the comments on the last chapter of this story! I love reading your opinions, and was surprised to see that a few of you favour Alex. Very interesting!
As always, abuse, vampires, blood, incest, gay sex, etc. Enjoy!
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I was still fuming by the time I reached Jacob's room. Marcus was sprawled across Jacob's bed, still unconscious. While my original intent was to kill him as soon as I had the chance, my rage would not allow such a merciful punishment. I destroyed Jacob, and now it was time to destroy Marcus.
I picked him up easily, and threw him over my shoulder. I also grabbed some rope. He would also spend tomorrow locked in the dungeon. Unlike Jacob he would not spend his in physical pain, but rather, he would be degraded, humiliated. The result would be the same. When it was over, he'd be broken.
My pace was hurried, and I was being reckless. I felt so out of control. There was only my rage, my hunger and my lust. I was primal now, feral. There was no turning it off.
I flung Marcus to the floor of the dungeon. The sound of his head hitting the stone reverberated off the walls, and I grinned menacingly. Marcus gave no reaction.
I moved towards him, with rope in my hand. My mind was quickly calculating all the ways I could tie him up, the different positions, different avenues I could go. But I decided that simplicity was best.
Marcus was in dress pants, but he was shirtless. I'd leave him like that. I moved him so that he was on his stomach. I pulled his hips up in the air, his face was pressed firmly against the dirty floor. I grabbed his wrists, and tied them to his knees. And I was finished.
"Wake up." I said, slapping the back of his head. He groaned, he seemed to be quite groggy. He quickly realized though, that he was completely restrained. He fought against the ropes, but it was useless.
"What are you playing at, Alex?" He growled, thrashing against the floor. I stood above him, my feet near his face, and I chuckled menacingly.
"How did you think I would react when I found out? Were you really expecting me to just let it go?" I asked. I pressed my foot down hard on his cheek, forcing his head against the ground.
"Why do you care? You said it yourself, he's worthless to you." He said. I pressed down harder on his face.
"I told you that I didn't lend him out!" I snapped.
"I wasn't the one who started it." He hissed. I took a step away from him. I was shocked, but I quickly regained my composure. He was lying.
"He begged me for it. He was desperate to play with someone new," Marcus hissed. "Face it, Alex, your boy's a whore."
I growled. My first instinct was to attack him, but I refrained. He was strong where Jacob was weak...and he was weak where Jacob was strong. Assaulting him wouldn't do anything, but degrading him, humiliating him... overpowering him, that was how I'd break him.
"You're right, he is a whore. But he's my whore." I walked behind him and sunk down to my knees. With a malicious grin, I grasped the top of his dress pants. "Just like you."
I tugged on them, revealing his black underwear. He was wearing boxer briefs, they were tight. I licked my lips and grinned.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Marcus groaned, trying to shift away from me.
"Taking what's mine." I responded darkly. I pulled his pants down so they were around his knees. I moved my hands back up to his hips, and gripped the thin black fabric of his underwear.
"Fucking pervert." He spat. I chuckled.
"You're one to talk." I ripped the fabric and threw it onto the floor. He was completely naked before me. I felt my cock stiffen.
I'd never seen him naked before. I was impressed. I ran my nails down his back, onto his perfect ass, leaving red streaks across his skin. He quivered, just slightly. His movement wouldn't be palpable to a human, but to me, it was clear. Despite his bravado, I could sense fear in his movements.
"Don't you fucking touch me, Alex." He growled.
"Too late." I cupped his ass cheeks in my hands. They were firm and round. I was immediately filled with the insatiable desire to see my large cock pressed between them.
"Oh fuck you, Alexander. Of course you'd have to tie me up, that's the only way you'd be able to get me in this fucking position." Marcus spat. I chuckled in response.
"You'll be begging me to tie you up like this again." I said calmly. I ran my hands sensually down his thighs. His skin was smooth and soft, but I could feel strong muscles just beneath the surface. I licked my lips, and unzipped my pants.
I took my cock in my hand and placed it against his ass. I didn't push it in, just let it rest of the crack of his ass, so he could feel it. Marcus shifted again, trying to get out of the ropes, but it did nothing.
"Do you know how big my cock is?" I asked, moving my hips slowly back and forth. Marcus growled but offered no other response.
"It's 9 inches long, it's bigger than yours. And I bet you've never had anything inside your ass before." I said calmly, moving the head of my dick to his hole. I pushed, just a little. Not hard enough for my dick to go inside him, just enough to let him feel it, feel the pressure of it pushing against his tight asshole.
"You're a disgusting fuck, Alexander. You're going to fuck your best friend over this?" He asked. He was trying to sound sure of himself, confident. But I could plainly hear the little undertone of fear in his voice. I knew I was correct, he'd never had anything inside him before.
"I'm not going to fuck you, Marcus. I'm going to rape you." I said with a smirk. He groaned and tried to pull away again.
I laughed as I stood up behind him. I moved to sit down in front of him. I grabbed his thick black hair in my hand and pulled his head up roughly, inciting a loud and angry groan of pain. I knew his body was probably aching already, being tied in doggystyle with his head planted against the floor. And now, with me pulling his face up, his neck was forced all the way back, in an unpleasant and uncomfortable angle. Not that I really cared.
"You're going to suck my cock." I said firmly, holding my dick in one hand and his hair in the other. He looked up at me defiantly.
"Fuck you."
"Open your mouth."
We stared at each other. In his state of panic his rage was palpable. But I remained calm and collected. I gave his cheek a hard slap, but I held his head still, so I could watch the pain on his face. He looked up at me again, defiant still.
"Fine. I suppose I'll just go right to your ass then." I said, releasing his hair.
"I fucking hate you." He growled angrily. But then he opened his mouth, just a little. I smirked, taking my prick in my hand once more and gripping his hair. I pulled his head down onto my length, and I was rough with him. I forced him to take about half of my length, and immediately felt his throat constrict around me. Marcus gagged, and he gagged so hard that his body shook.
"You're not a very good cock whore, are you?" I asked, ignoring his gags and pushing him further onto my dick. Tears started to prickle at his eyes from choking, and I found a sick satisfaction in that.
