Septiplier
"Ya shouldn't mess with a guy like me" he purred, staring at a picture of Mark. He scooped it up, kissing his lips, "Mm, you'll be mine soon, though. With or without consent, you'll learn ta love me honestly. It may take a few months, but you'll start ta feel the same. I've been laying the seeds in ya mind- but it hasn't worked. So then, you'll just have ta be saved by me"
He placed the picture down, feeling himself up, "Mmm don't ya wanna play, Marky? M-mmm, my body is ready ta be used by you. But if ya not ready, I'll just use ya body instead" he said, spreading his legs apart, "Mmm I wore panties for ya, and long, white socks. Isn't that sexy? Or would ya find it hotter if I was completely naked?" He asked the photo, as if he'll get a reply.
Then he started to stroke himself, playing with the tip of his cock. It leaked pre-cum, making him moan and shiver, "O-Oh, oh that feels so good oh" he whimpered gently, "Mm please, d-don't stop touching there. Ahh, mm finger me please, I'll be a good boy. I'll d-do everything ya say"
He started to finger himself, shoving three fingers inside. It made him feel good, his back arching slightly. Bit whenever he got close, he would stop himself from orgasming. He needed to train himself to get used to the feeling.
But he was cut off when his phone rang. He was gonna turn off the call when he saw Mark's picture. He picked up, stopping touching himself.
"Hey Mark!" Jack called, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah buddy! I just wanted to see if you were free to meet up? I have something I wanted to talk about!"
"Oh sure, meet ya at the park!"
It didn't take long for Jack to finish, get cleaned up, dressed and be waiting on a swing. His mind bubbling with ideas with what Mark could want from him. Maybe he broke up with his girlfriend? That would be his dream come true. Then it would be a simple question rather than kidnap and assault
"Hey, Jack!" Mark called as he ran over. Jack hopped off the swing to give him a hug, before they both got on the swings.
"Soo, what's this all about?" Jack asked, "Ya look happy and nervous, man"
"Oh God, I am" Mark laughed. Then pulled out a box, "I'm proposing to Amy!"
Jack had an. . . unexpected reaction. Mark was thinking he'd be happy for him but Sean just got up, and ran away. . . what was that about? Did he say something wrong? Was just expecting something else? Or was he really not in the mood to hear about relationships?
Mark had been there for Jack when he got dumped. It was painful and Jack was a complete mess. Maybe he just never recovered. . . .
After being lost in thought, Mark sprinted after him, "Wait, Jack! Come on, buddy!" He called out to him, "I'm sorry! This is just your PTSD kicking in, please call down!"
When he caught up, Jack burst out crying. He started to full on weep, and fall to his knees. He covered his face in shame and regret.
Mark scooped him, rocking him. Then shooshed him, rubbing his side gently, "It's okay baby, come on buddy. Stop crying, it's okay, the flashbacks will stop soon, shh shh no one will hurt you like that again, I swear"
"I-I love ya" Jack whimpered. Mark seemed unphased, thinking he was talking to the memories, "I love ya. . . Mark"
". . . I love you too, buddy" Mark said, smiling, "You feeling better?"
"No Marky, no cos ya don't love me the way I love ya!"
"W-what-"
"I have a crush on ya and I touched and hurt myself looking at pictures of ya and have had dreams of kidnapping and torturing ya inta loving me!"
Suddenly, Mark dropped him, and was on his feet. Was this seriously going on? Jack was. . . this obsessed over him? He always thought it was just Jack admiring him and you know, brotherly love. Not whatever twisted love this is. . .
But Jack is still his friend- just possibly off his medication. That's all it is, Jack is just off his schizophrenic medication, that's all.
"Don't worry buddy" he promised, opening up his arms, "Come here, come here"
Jack raced into his arms, hugging him tightly. He purred, smiling wildly.
"Ya made the wrong choice"
"Wha-"
Mark felt the ring box being pulled out of his pocket, and a knife being pressed into his back.
*~~~*
And you guys can imagine the rest ~
Would you guys be interested if I do an open collaboration book? There would be a few rules and so on but you know! I do have a collab with my girlfriend but you know, it would be nice to have one with fans!
