The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Punish

Smut
Paul/Marko

You slept in your room soundly, not knowing your two mates were going through your internet history.

Usually you would erase all your currently-visited sites before handing Marko your computer, but he picked it up while you were out of the room.

Marko dragged Paul over to see the commotion and they were both absolutely flabbergasted, despite you being drunk, but your language helped them brainstorm a couple ideas.

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You strained against the bindings on your wrists and ankles. They didn't give an inch and only chafed your skin more than usual.

"Wha-what are you two doing? This is insane." You writhed in the binds and narrowed your eyes at both of them.

"We're going to have a little fun with you." Marko replies, picking up an angel blade. He squeezes your throat gently and grazes the blade along your cheek. Blood drips and dampens your favorite Nirvana shirt. You spit at him, but he wipes it off and licks your wound.

"I love fighters." Paul says, dragging a second knife along your forearm and licking the blood that spilled. "Unfortunately, fighters last the longest." He wipes the blood away from your split lip and you jerk your head away.

"Just get it over with." You scoffed.

Paul fished around for a collar, a whip and more rope. "Always wanted to try this." The collar tightened every inch you moved as did the bondage.

"Hey-GAK!" It was a manual choker. A crack of a whip removed your shirt and you let out a quiet moan. You saw both boys staring at your nude upper body. "Perverts."

"Kings of Santa Carla, baby. Nothing is below us. Now hold still."

You kicked and screamed as he attached more rope. A smirk slowly ebbed across their faces when you noticed the bulges in their pants. "Absolutely not." Your demanding tone only turned them on further and they removed their pants.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun with you."

"Go. To. Hell." You spat.