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Fluke couldn’t tell what it was about White that made him seethe.
It could be his squeaky voice and goody two shoe nature as he cried at the slightest of blood or gore. Maybe it had been how he clung onto Tee as if he had no mind of his own.
But the number one reason on his list was White’s gift of ignoring him. Because somehow someone else was always the most important thing in his eyes. Tee as his boyfriend. Phee as a film director. Por as a dying patient. But Fluke got none of that attention.
Even when it was only the two of them, and the half-dead Por, together in a room, White was more keen on occupying his time with someone who wasn’t conscious. Rather than sparing Fluke as much as a glance.
The attention only came when he begged for help, when Por let out unintelligible blabber.
“Fluke, what did Por say?” White’s whiny voice cried out. “Can you help me listen to him?”
Fluke sighed as he stood up from the couch. For once, he had craved some peace. But of course, White only cared to bother him then, during his first moment of silence since Por had been found impaled by a branch.
With his jaw clenched, Fluke strolled closer.
White remained hovering over Por’s unconscious form and tried to shake the man awake, as he mumbled more incoherent sentences.
“Por?” White tried, his voice shrieky. It turned wet towards the end.
Fluke could already imagine the tears in his eyes. It was almost like the young man couldn’t do anything but cry.
Stood behind White, Fluke suddenly got the urge to do something drastic. He wanted to make the man understand that Fluke wasn’t someone to underestimate, or see as someone to discard as soon as others appeared.
No, he wanted White to put his entire focus on him.
“Fluke, do something.”
So he did.
He towered over his best friend’s boyfriend and only had a split second to make a decision. Without much thought, Fluke settled a hand on White’s shoulder and forcefully pushed him down on top of their dying friend.
White barely had time to dodge the branch which stuck up from Por’s stomach.
“Hey!” White called out surprised, and attempted to struggle against the hold, but Fluke’s hand held him steadily down. His head whipped to the side, to not lay face to face with Por. “Let go of me! You’re gonna kill Por!”
“Shut up White,” Fluke sneered.
The smaller man paid his angry tone no mind, as he started fussing over the man he fell on.
Even in such a moment, White seemed to care more about Por and his medical condition than the fact that Fluke held him down. He didn’t even sound scared by the action. Instead, he was concerned for Por. It only made Fluke more furious.
Well, he would give White something to be frightened by.
Fluke’s hand wrapped around the branch stuck in Por’s stomach and harshly ripped it out.
What followed were two screams, one muffled and weak from Por, and one horrified from White.
Blood spurted from the hole, and White pressed his hands to the wound to keep it inside of Por. But it made no difference. The blood slipped between his fingers and coated his hands.
“Por, no!” White cried out. His shoulders shook and Fluke marvelled over how he could feel the action through his hold.
Tears slipped down his cheeks and White’s panicked voice grew louder. “Please- Fluke do something, how- oh god. Why would you- There’s too much blood. Fluke, he will die! Help him!”
But Fluke paid him no mind.
Instead, one of his hands gripped onto the hem of White’s jeans and yanked them down. Beneath the dark clothing, a pair of light panties appeared and Fluke smirked.
He knew the smaller man must have dressed up for Tee, so sure that this weekend would have been the perfect time for them to go at it repeatedly. But now Tee was nowhere to help him.
Fluke needed to punish White, and the smaller man made it so easy. He had served himself up on a platter, all for Fluke to exploit.
“Fluke, what the fuck?” White choked out.
The smaller man fought as laid on top of Por. Their friend drew increasingly quieter breaths as the blood flowed slower from his wound.
White’s legs got tangled with his partially removed clothing, and he couldn’t move quickly enough when Fluke settled himself over his legs. He was stuck in place, and unable to move unless he wanted to cause Por more pain in his last moments of life.
“Let go!” White screamed and tried to trash around.
“Can you stop whining for once, White?” Fluke sighed. “The more of a bitch you are against me, the worse I’ll make it.”
The man staggered at the words before he tried to force Fluke off him. But the angle wasn’t right, as he only had his upper body to fight with. “Don’t call me that. Just stop it now before they come back.”
Fluke inhaled in frustration at the reaction. Of course, the man would focus on being called a bitch rather than the danger he was in. Once again, he didn’t take Fluke seriously.
Why did nobody take him seriously?
Fluke studied Tee’s boyfriend’s body before he yanked the underwear down too. It left the smaller man exposed.
When he saw the naked skin of White’s ass, something in his chest stirred. His hands gripped onto White’s ass cheeks and pulled until they separated. Hidden from view was a small hole. But what annoyed him was how the hole already looked slightly stretched out. As if Tee hadn’t been inside him too long ago, possibly just the night before.
He got the urge to push his thumb into it just to see how tight it would feel. He had never entertained the thought of fucking a guy before as the idea to explore his sexuality never came as he stressed with med school. The thought of fucking someone anally had certainly not been there until he imagined the amount of pain and suffering the recipient would feel.
Now he couldn’t wait to force himself inside.
“Fluke, it isn’t funny,” White’s voice quivered and Fluke knew he had him right where he wanted.
Both of them knew it wasn’t a joke. Not when Fluke had ripped away the only thing that had kept Por alive, and was close to fingering White open. But Tee’s boyfriend still seemed to hold on to some form of hope that the nightmare would come to an end.
Instead of responding, Fluke forced a finger into White’s hole. The man gasped at the dry intrusion and tried to squirm away, but he was stuck between two bodies — one which fought for his life.
“Don’t.”
White tried to beg, but he got shushed by his offender.
Fluke stared at the way White’s hole opened with a medical interest. He wondered how much he could force into the small male before the skin would tear. Too many times he had seen Tee’s cock, as the confident man liked to flaunt the package he supported. Yet, Fluke couldn’t imagine how it would fit into White.
But he knew Tee must have been generous with the lube and preparation, as White wasn’t torn or bruised. No sign of him being fucked previously except for the slight widening of the heat.
Fascinated, Fluke saw how red the hole turned with just one finger inside of it. With a gleeful expression on his face, he forced another finger in beside it. White’s breath hitched at the stretch and he tried to wiggle away, but Fluke’s weight on his legs kept him in place.
“Does it feel better or worse than with Tee?”
Although Fluke knew the answer, he wanted to hear White complain and cry further. But White remained quiet like he knew what Fluke wanted.
Annoyed, Fluke took his fingers out and placed his hand on top of White’s, which still pressed on Por’s wound. In fear and disgust, White snatched his hand away, but Fluke didn’t care.
Instead, he dipped his fingers deep into the circular wound on Por’s torso, and his fingers became coated with his friend’s blood. Fluke’s cock stirred at the view and how loud White’s sobs turned at the sight.
White sounded so disturbed by the sight. It made Fluke’s cock fill out.
“Don’t say I don’t give you more than you deserve,” Fluke taunted before he pulled the fingers out of the wound.
Then he pushed the blood-coated fingers into White’s hole. It brought a harsh intake from White’s lips.
Fluke stared fondly at how White tensed up at the intrusion. He imagined how filthy White must have felt as his bloodied fingers curled around inside him and pushed the substance along his inner walls.
White’s body was stiff as he tried to clench enough to keep Fluke out, but the medical student only forced his fingers in deeper.
In a perfect world, Fluke would have time to pick White apart until he came, so he could have taunted him for getting off on Por’s body. Or maybe he would have forced White to take Fluke’s cock into his mouth and suck him off until Fluke was hard enough to stick it in his ass.
But Fluke didn’t have all the time in the world, not when the rest of the friend group threatened to return at any time. Tee would most likely storm through the doors when he realised White hadn’t called in for a long period. Phee and Jin would most likely be right behind him too.
Thankfully, Fluke didn’t need any help for his cock to fill out. Not when he had the sight beneath him like his own directed pornography.
Por’s face was twisted into a painful scowl, and his skin had turned ashy grey. He hadn’t quite passed the threshold of death, but the heavy weight and its movements on top of him pushed him closer by the second.
His mouth was pulled in a silent cry, and Fluke yearned to feel it around him.
White tried to bend his arms behind him to take ahold of Fluke’s wrist and pull him out, but he could not. Instead, he cried useless tears while he tried to keep his face away from Por’s.
To have such control over two other people, the same people who liked to underestimate him and discard him to the side.
It was delicious.
Fluke was in complete control of the situation. He could step back and save both of them. With enough skill, he could patch up Por and save his life. If he pulled back, he would spare White from the emotional and physical suffering which came from being raped. It was all Fluke’s decision which would change how both the men’s lives proceeded.
His cock throbbed at the thought, and he had to bite down the moan which came to his throat.
With his still free hand, Fluke worked to take off his belt. Once it was freed from the loopholes of his jeans, he retracted his fingers from White’s flushed heat. The rim was coated in the red wet liquid and Fluke had the urge to lean down and swipe it off with his tongue.
Instead, he took a firm hold on White’s wrists.
The smaller man struggled and attempted to break free, but it was useless once the belt tightened around the fragile wrists. With no way for White to fight him anymore, Fluke worked on removing his jeans.
He didn’t care to fully discard them, rather Fluke only shrugged them down until he could push his hand down his underwear and pull his cock out.
“I can’t wait for your reaction when I’m inside of you,” Fluke chuckled.
He dipped his hand against Por’s blood and gathered some in his hand. Fluke jerked his cock with his friend’s blood. He didn’t wanna make the experience any easier for White, but he had also heard horror stories of how hard it was to fuck into someone dry and unwilling. So if Fluke wanted to draw more than just emotional pleasure from the experience he had to use Por’s blood as lube.
It also helped to make White even more disgusted.
“Have you ever wanted to be fucked by Por, hm?” Fluke breathed out. He was so insanely aroused, and he couldn’t stop imagining what amount of fear White was in. “It won’t be the same thing, but at least you will now have something of his inside you.”
“It’s not too late to stop,” White tried.
Once Fluke was properly coated in the substance, he plastered himself against White’s back. His cock rested against the smaller man’s ass, like a reminder of what would happen.
To drive the point in further, he lightly thrusted between White’s ass cheeks, to evoke as much fear as possible. His cockhead caught onto his rim a few times, but never enough to slip in.
“You don’t have to do this, Fluke,” White begged. It was a wet sound as he snivelled and sobbed.
For a second, Fluke wanted to flip the man over to see how his face would contort into pain and agony as he pushed in. But the thought of forcing White down on Por made him much more aroused.
He didn’t just want to punish White for his actions. Fluke wanted to terrorize him, just to show each one of them he wasn’t as weak as they thought he was.
“But I want to.”
With those words, Fluke pressed himself flushed against White’s back.
From the angle, as he engulfed all of White’s smaller frame, he could see the most beautiful view. Beneath him, White struggled with his hair a mess. Tears and snot dripped down his face. But beneath White, a completely still and lifeless Por lay.
The pressure of two men on top of him seemed to be the ultimate cause of death for Por. His wheezed breaths were long gone, and only wide open, and that empty glossed-over look in his eyes remained.
Fluke’s hand reached underneath White’s body, as he used the position to caress Por’s body. His skin was still warm and his form soft. Fluke almost mourned the fact that he wouldn’t be able to fuck Por when he had turned cold and stiff. The rest of their friends would surely be back within some hours, and that wouldn’t be enough time for the process of rigor mortis to begin.
Instead, he had to settle on torturing White by forcing him on top of the dead man. Maybe he could even force White to take Por into his mouth if none of their friends came back too early.
At the thought of forcing the whiny man to go down on his dead friend, Fluke’s cock throbbed. Maybe once White’s hole had been stretched and torn enough, he could force Por’s soft cock in, too. The two of them inside of White would be a sight to behold, and surely then White would be destroyed.
Fluke caressed Por’s grey skin. His fingers trailed over the still-warm skin until they came up to his eyes. If White had the ability, he might have closed the dead man’s eyes. But Fluke preferred Por like this. Silent as he got what he deserved for the years of bullying treatment.
When the opportunity presented itself, White extended his neck and bit into any part of Fluke’s arm he could reach. He acted like a possessive animal, as he still tried to give Por some peace of mind while dead. Or maybe it was to voice his hatred for Fluke’s actions.
Fluke hissed at the sensation and pulled his arm back. Red teeth marks marked his skin and Fluke grumbled at the sensation. He rubbed the irritated skin and felt a wave of annoyance pass through him.
Why did White think he had the right to hurt him? It wasn’t Fluke’s fault they were in this situation. If White hadn’t been such a prissy bitch, who saw himself too highly to pay any attention to Fluke, then none of this would have needed to happen.
As the anger surged in him, Fluke grabbed his throbbing erection and lined the cock head against White’s hole. Before the smaller could complain, Fluke forced his way into the heat.
The quick and dry intrusion drew an instant reaction from his victim.
“Stop!” White screamed, loud enough for Fluke to wince. If anyone had been close enough to have heard it, they would have come running. But thankfully White was stuck in there with him, and the rest of their friend group was scattered. “It hurts, Fluke please.”
Fluke didn’t care, not one bit. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to drive in the point of how badly White had hurt him. How all of them hurt him by their constant dismissal and ignorance towards him.
He bottomed out and sighed in bliss. White’s screams just made the sensation of his heat around his cock even better.
“P’, please. Don’t do this!”
Fluke shivered at the sound of White’s begging. Somehow White thought using the honorific to show respect to him would make Fluke listen to his pleading. But it had the opposite effect. He craved to hear it again, to feel like he was higher in hierarchy than the slim boy.
“Take it out!” White’s mouth hung open, and the sheer terror in the sound caused shivers down Fluke’s spine.
His cock was snuggly engulfed by White’s tight hole, and only then did he fully realise why Tee kept him around. It was almost cute to hear him cry and whine when he was used like nothing more than a toy. To Fluke, it at least became a bit more bearable.
Although the slide was hard because of how dry White’s heat was, Fluke made up for it with force as he bullied his way inside.
From the smaller’s sharp and pained gasp, Fluke knew he must have torn something inside of him. The realisation made something warm and fuzzy build up inside of Fluke’s stomach.
When he pulled out, he saw fresh blood coat his cock.
“Nothing will stop this, so just remain good and quiet for me,” Fluke growled out but White didn’t seem to care.
The smaller’s high-pitched screams drew in the air as he tried to call for help. “Tee! Tee, save me. Please save me!”
Even with Fluke’s cock in his ass, White thought of his boyfriend. It was an insult to Fluke and everything he had done.
“Phee, Tan! Jin!”
Different names kept spilling from White’s lips. All the people who weren’t him.
And finally, Fluke had enough.
With a hand gripped into White’s hair, he forced the younger man’s face down against Por’s. He aimed so their lips would be smashed against each other. If the smaller man’s arms were free, he might have been able to save himself from the forced kiss; but the bound hand behind his back made it impossible. Every time White tried to tilt his head to the side, Fluke was there to push it into place again.
And it must have scared White beyond compare, as he finally shut up. White’s hole still clambered tightly around his cock though, which showed Fluke he was still there, at least in body.
But it made no difference to Fluke.
The pace he set was punishing. He aimed to hurt and take as much as he possibly could from White. He wouldn’t go easy just because his friend’s boyfriend was scared. Instead, it spurred him on to be more brutal.
It was all White’s fault, how he insisted on giving Fluke zero attention. Not even any respect for how he had saved Por’s life. On top of it, being a major cocktease. It was as if White knew exactly what Fluke wanted to do to annoying idiots like him. With his whining and tears, practically a virgin fantasy on two legs. Except how proudly he showed that he spread his legs for his boyfriend, all caught on the house’s security cameras.
The thoughts made Fluke thrust in harder. He had to make sure White knew the consequences of his actions. Even if White hadn’t thought of it, he must have realised what he did to Fluke, with how often he used to glare daggers into his skin.
Either that, or he was more stupid than Fluke had thought. But it wouldn’t surprise him as it seemed like White had nothing going on in that brain of his.
None of them seemed to have anything going on in their heads, as they were stupid enough not to care for Por. The poor neglected boy only needed the wound to be kept dry and unbothered until they got him to a hospital, but Fluke was the only one smart enough to do it.
But it was expected that White wouldn’t be able to do it with how ditzy he was.
The thought made his stomach tighten. He wondered if Tee ever called his boyfriend stupid or made a point to show how inferior he was. If he hadn’t, then Tee surely was missing out.
“Look how you take it. Would Tee be proud of you?” Fluke sneered. “Do you think he will throw you away once he realises all you are is a whiny hole? ”
White whimpered at the cutting words. It made the other man smirk.
Fluke took hold of White’s bound hands and used them to thrust in faster. His hips snapped against White’s plump ass and the sound of skin against skin echoed in the room. With each move, White hitched up against Por’s limp body and was dragged down again by Fluke’s firm hold.
Once his head was let go, White tilted his head away from Por and shut his eyes tightly. His cries for help had been reduced to small groans of pain, but he was completely still underneath Fluke.
“So you won’t whine back at me now, huh?” Fluke taunted. “Do you like this, then? Is that it?”
White snivelled, and Fluke relished in the sound. But he couldn’t take White ignoring him all over again.
With a quick slap to the cheek, White’s eyes flew open, and he tried to recoil from the stinging sensation.
“Eyes open, slut, or I’ll make sure Por’s lips are around your cock.”
In reality, it was an empty threat. Fluke had no intention of forcing his friend’s mouth to touch something as vile as White’s cock. No, he would rather use Por’s slack mouth on himself. It would make up for all the times Por had talked shit about him or called him names under the disguise of friendly banter.
But White had no idea what Fluke was capable of, and it made Fluke’s cock twitch within him. White would obey him out of fear, and only Fluke could infuse such fright. At the moment, it was only the two of them — and the corpse of Por.
So the man just laid there, with his head to the side. White stared out into space and if Fluke didn’t know better, he would have thought he had checked out entirely. But the man’s quivering form gave it away.
Fluke was in complete control now, as the man didn’t fight to break free. It was useless with White’s hands bound behind his back and Fluke draped over him. Yet, Fluke saw it as a sign of White giving in.
In his mind, Fluke saw images of a White who allowed himself to be puppeteered around to Fluke’s liking. He sighed contently, and could already feel the familiar warm feeling in his gut settle.
It got stronger as he stared down at the two men under him.
Fluke harshly pushed White’s head away. With great difficulty, Fluke leaned down and pressed a hard kiss against Por’s blue lips. It wasn’t something Fluke had ever wanted to do when Por was alive. He had never fantasised about having sex with or kissing his friend, but it made his whole body tingle as he did it with his corpse. Like a punishment for how he took Fluke for granted.
As he pushed his tongue into Por’s mouth, he took in all the overstimulating feelings around him. White remained tight like a vice around him, so warm and soft. With each thrust, White’s ass recoiled back against him and the noises were filthy. Por’s form lay pretty with blood stained over him and his mouth pulled open, which allowed Fluke to deepen the kiss.
His body temperature had dropped slightly since Fluke latest touched him, and he couldn’t wait to feel how his friend’s stiff body would feel against his.
The satisfaction Fluke felt couldn’t be described. He wasn’t only ready to cum, but it felt like a piece of his soul had been mended. It was too gratifying to put people in their places.
With a deep groan, Fluke finished inside of White. He bottomed out fully into the hole and only lazily grinded against the plump ass. His cum pumped into the hole, and if he had been able to he would have pissed inside him too; just to drive in the pain and humiliation further. To make White just as filthy as his attitude was.
Maybe then White would have reacted with more than just a shiver.
Without caring, Fluke pulled out harshly as soon as his cock was spent. Left behind was a stretched-out hole, which leaked of cum and blood. With a smirk, Fluke realised that the blood must have been a mixture of White’s own and Por’s blood.
The hole was stretched open and the rim was left puffy from Fluke’s inability to let White adjust to the cock’s size. Fluke couldn’t help but think how pretty it looked. If he had his phone on him, he would have taken a picture of the scene.
With the push of his shoulder, White easily fell to the side of the sofa. The corner of Fluke’s mouth dropped as he saw White’s cock lay limp without an ounce of arousal. But he pushed the feelings of hurt down.
Rather, Fluke pushed his fingers into White and scooped some of his cum out.
White was laid just as glassy-eyed as Por as he stared out into the air. Fluke knew he still was alive as his chest slightly rose with each breath. Otherwise, White wouldn’t have allowed him to push his fingers deep into his mouth. Multiple times, he dragged and coated cum on White’s tongue.
When he was content with the sight of cum dripping out of the corner of White’s mouth, he got to work with his friend. His fingers rubbed cum over Por’s blue-tinted lips and stained them. A genuine smile broke out on Fluke’s face as he took in the sight of the two ruined men.
Even if White was alive, it was as if Fluke had stolen the souls from both of them and made them just a shell of the humans they once were.
As Fluke’s breathing came back to normal, he felt a calm spread through him.
He didn’t even care what Tee might do to him for defiling his boyfriend. Neither what would happen once they found out Por had died from his hands. None of them could escape the woods or survive whatever creature which haunted their visits, anyway. If Fluke was stuck there, he should at least have been allowed some sort of goodbye salute to the world, so Fluke could experience whatever sick need which had brewed in him.
In all honestly, it was Phee, Tee and Jin’s fault for leaving him alone with White. If they hadn’t forced White to remain in the house, then none of this would ever have happened. If nobody had figured out just how deeply his hatred for the man went, then it was on their conscious.
Because who could fault Fluke for taking advantage of the moment presented to him?