Duncan mindfuck

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Duncan's POV:

"What do you want, Duncan? Can't you see that I don't wanna be with you, anymore?!" Zack glared at me with his eyes, those eyes tells multiple lies.

"Aww..Zacky. You know that I love you, I love you too much to know that you're lying." I smiled softly, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"N-No..leave me! I-I don't want you to—!"

Annoyed by his pleads, I leaned in and began to make out with him. Squeezing his thigh tightly with my hand and my other grabbing his curly hair.

His whimpering, oh..his whimpering made me smiled because I now have the power to make him be in his place.

Even if I have to finish playing 'Red Light, Green Light.'  With him to make him behave, then I'll have to do it.

That bastard don't deserve him, he doesn't deserve my slut.

He doesn't deserve to—*Bonk!*

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Zack's POV:

I froze as I saw Duncan fell onto the ground, looking around, I saw Tom, standing there, holding a rock in his hands.

I felt tears coming into my eyes but he held me close, comforting me gently. "Come on, baby..let me take you home..you deserve it." He said comfortably.

I smiled softly as I followed him to his car and drove away from Duncan. Once we made it back to the house, Tom wrapped his hands around me, kissing my neck.

"Come on, off to bed.." he smiled. "Alright, jeez! I'll get to bed!" I chuckled as we walked into the house.

We were in the living room when we began hearing something odd, an audio of moaning?

To our shock, we immediately ran into our bedroom, only to find Timmy and Brad sitting on the bed, watching our honeymoon sex tape.

"W-What are you guys doing?!" Tom yelled out, making Timmy turn off the TV  and glared at him "H-Hey, Dad! What's up?".

"Brad, go to your room. Timmy, a word.".

Brad left the bedroom and I just stood there, looking at Tom and Tim talking to each other. I chuckled to myself as I was so glad that Tom and I were together and have a family, it was so..Beautiful and comforting.

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