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11| Adios, hot stuff. 🔥

Smut ahead ;)
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Screams filled his ears like a beautiful melody. His clothes were stained crimson, the blood having dried a long time ago.

Pure bliss streamed through him as he watched his victims squirm while hanging down from the ceiling, with thick chains locked around their wrists to hold them in place.

For hours he had been at it. The chains he had gotten while the guys were still knocked out and he had some free time. Along with them, he had also gotten his special instruments from home, that he kept hidden under a loose floorboard.

It was five in the morning, when his alarm clock rang, pulling him out of his work. "Weil, gentlemen." he put the pliers in his hands down on the table and instead took the dirty socks he had taken off of his victim's feet earlier. Of course, he had a pair of gloves on, he didn't want to be insanitary, or they would just die sooner. No, Jayden wanted whole control of when and how his victims died.

After he stuffed the socks in their mouths, and checked if their chains were tight enough, he left the abandoned building and took the SUV he stole to dump it somewhere offroad.

When he arrived at school, he immediately felt the eyes burning into the back of his head. He turned around, only to find those overall guys staring at him from their place at the small are with a few gym apparatures. He chose to ignore them for now, as Eli had approached him.

Instead of simply walking along, the purple haired teen got really close. "Wanna make out in the toilet," he asked with a low voice, making sure no one heard.

Since Kayden was still on a high from his exciting night, he simply grabbed his friend by the wrist and started pulling him along with him.

It was the last toilet on the third floor, where no one really ever went. Kayden had lifted Eli onto the sink and was holding onto the thighs that were wrapped around his waist with one hand. The other hand was holding onto Eli's neck firmly, as he was plastering sloppy kisses all over his neckline.

The purple haired boy threw his head back in pleasure, allowing with just filled moans to leave his mouth. His hands were clutching onto the sink he was sitting on, knuckles turned white.

Letting go of his neck, Kayden ripped open the dress shirt, not minding the flying buttons, and proceeded to leave marks all over his chest.

"Ugh," Eli moaned, the tight feeling in his pants unbearing. "Please."

That button was quickly undone too, and soon his pants went flying in some random direction.

"T-Take me, take- gods!" Eli let out a groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt a finger pushing against his hole. His breathing was shallow and he felt so hot, his own arousal making him see stars.

Kayden felt great pleasure watching the boy squirm beneath him. With a smirk, he pushed three of his fingers inside of him at once and used his other hand to massage the massive length.

Feeling the cold material of the ring the other boy was wearing inside of him gave Eli an extra kick and slowly, he felt himself getting closer to the rim. "F-Fuck... Fuck me, Kay- ahhh... den. Fuck me!"

"With pleasure," he whispered with a husky voice, his hot breath hitting Eli's ear, making shivers run down his spine. Still smirking, he undid his own belt and got rid of his pants and boxers. Without hesitation, he pushed his way into Eli's tiny hole, not stopping or slowing down once, much to the other boy's misery.

"GOD," Eli exclaimed, his hands gripping onto Kayden's shoulders to steady himself. As his bottom was ravished, he felt a hand painfully slowly wrapping itself around his cock, beginning to stroke it. That sent him over the abyss.  Cum shot out of his length and coated their stomachs within seconds.