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Darryl's knife collection

    //Knife play, sadist!bad, masochist!zak

     Zak stared curiously at his friend as he explained every knife in his collection. Knives weren't something he was particularly interested in, but hearing it from Darryl made it seem like the most interesting thing in the world.
     "And this one," Darryl picked up a gorgeous iridescent pink butterfly knife "I named her mishap— it's actually a funny story why that's her name!" he flicked the knife carelessly.
     Zak registered that bad was talking, but was too focused on the way his friend could move the knife to understand his words. He felt like he was in some kind of daze. It was kind of.... hot? Zak tried to stop himself from becoming flustered, but a light tint started to appear on his cheeks.
     He was snapped out of his mesmerized state when he noticed the dead silence in the room. He looked up to see Darryl staring at him with a very concerned look on his face.
     "Are you okay?" He asked.
     Zak blinked. He just now realized he has been staring at the knife instead of listening. "Um.." was all he could manage.
     Darryl flicked the knife back into it's closed position and set it back down. He reached his hand out and placed it on Zak's upper arm. "What happened?" He asked, now getting a little worried.
     Zak flushed, feeling even more embarrassed now that his trance had been noticed. "It's nothing— I just -" he covered his face in an attempt to stop Darryl from noticing "I like your knives—" he stammered.
Idiot. Why did I say that?
     Darryl furrowed his brows. "Um, thank you?"
     Zak didn't take his hands off of his face, which, admittedly, raised suspicion even more.
     "What are you doing?" Darryl blinked.
     Zak whimpered. He couldn't help his mind from going to— strange— places. He couldn't help but imagine his friend... using those knives....
     "Hey, uh, Zak..?" Darryl was beginning to notice a little problem forming in his friend's pants.
     Zak uncovered his face to reveal how badly he was blushing. It was then that he noticed his friend staring directly at his crotch. "Agh!" He covered himself dramatically.
     "Uh.. It looks like you've got—-a problem there" Darryl sort of chuckled.
     "S-Shut up!" Zak stuttered.
     Without warning, Darryl pushed Zak into his gaming chair. Zak gasped as his friend climbed into his lap.
     This had to have been a long time coming. The two had this awkward tension between them anytime they hung out in real life. It was like a stillness in the air, an elephant in the room that neither was willing to break the silence about.
     Before either of them registered what was happening, their lips collided. All of the sudden the world came crashing in on them, and it was exactly what they both wanted— no, needed.
     Zak loved every moment their lips touched. Darryl's lips were so soft and beautiful. He imagined this is what kissing a cloud would feel like, except one-hundred times sexier.
     The two panted into their desperate make out session. Darryl wrapped his arms around Zak's neck to get any ounce of him that he could. Meanwhile, Zak allowed his hands to explore his friend's body. His hands rested on Darryl's ass and he instinctively gave it a light squeeze.
     Darryl gasped, breaking their kiss. The two stared at one another, eyes half-lidded with lust and mouths parted while they pant.
     Zak bit his lip, which only caused Darryl to be more and more aroused.
      "What was it that... caused this?" Darryl ground his hips into the man below him as if to show what he was talking about.
      Zak let out a soft moan. He felt too embarrassed to admit that a knife had turned him on.
     As if he were reading his mind, Darryl reached over to his desk and grabbed the same knife from a few moments ago. "This?" He smirked while flicking the knife skillfully once again.
     Zak swallowed and nodded. He once again found himself staring at the blade.
     "Mmmmm, I see..." Darryl's tongue licked along the top row of his teeth, sending a shiver down his friend's spine.
     All Zak could do in response was stare up into Darryl's eyes pleadingly. Please.
      "What's the matter, Zak?" Darryl teased, lightly touching the blade.
      Zak whined.
     "Go ahead... I'm waiting"
     Zak felt his stomach turn. Darryl looked down at him with this look he had never seen in him before. This sadistic, excited, look. He felt his heart skip a beat. God he's so hot.
      "I— uh, I" Zak couldn't get the words out. He couldn't understand how his friend had this much power over him. Before he could say anything else, he felt a sharp object underneath his chin. He gasped.
     "It's okay, Zak." Darryl looked down at him with a twisted smirk. "I get it."
     Darryl pushed the knife slightly deeper into Zak's chin. Not enough to do any damage, just enough to make him bleed.
     Zak felt himself becoming uncomfortably hard in his pants. He whimpered, being unable to move his head. Blood dripped down his neck.
     "You want me to fuck the shit out of you, don't you Zakky?"
     Those words sent a shiver of pleasure throughout Zak's entire body. Not being able to move, he let out a slight moan in response.
     Darryl bit his lip excitedly. He looked so pleased with himself for being able to turn Zak on so easily. He removed the knife from Zak's chin and his friend let out a sigh of horny relief.
     Darryl began grinding into his friend. "Beg." He smirked, licking the blood off of him.
     Zak found himself utterly wordless. He had so many thoughts but no words to express what he wanted.
     Darryl looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Well? You do want something, don't you?"
     Zak swallowed his pride. "I...want— you.."
    "Me what?" Darryl moved away to look at him.
     The flustered expression on Zak's face got worse "You to— y'know..." he tried.
     "Hmmm.." Darryl teased by putting the knife up to his own lip while pretend thinking "I don't think I do."
     Zak's lip quivered. "Please..." he mumbled.
     "Please.....? Please what?"
     Zak whined in frustration. "Please—" he sounded more desperate this time "Please fuck me Darry!"
     Darryl smirked in satisfaction. "Was that so hard?" He teased.
     He began grinding faster onto his friend's incredibly hard dick. Zak moaned in relief, allowing his head to tilt backwards.
     Darryl slowly teased Zak by gliding the knife up and down his arms slowly and carefully. This, for whatever reason, caused Zak to shiver with pleasure. He wanted so much more though.
     Zak begins to slide his hands up Darryl's shirt, signalling he wants it to come off. Darryl complies with the silent plead and slips his own shirt off. Next, he takes Zak's off.
     While continuing to grind shamelessly on one another, Darryl connects their lips again. Their kisses were so hungry and desperate, like this is what they've been wanting their entire lives.
     "You slut." Darryl growls into Zak's ear. He bites into Zak's neck almost hard enough to draw blood again.
     "A-Ah!" Zak moans.
     Darryl continues to leave little marks and bites along Zak's collarbone. Then, he noticed himself. He was so horny, his instincts were begging him to do something more about it. He could tell Zak was on the verge of desperation too. With that, he stood up, gaining a whine from his friend.
     "Get up." He tried not to growl but it came out that way. Zak easily complied and stood.
     Darryl motioned toward the bed, although it was more of an order. Zak understood perfectly what was being asked of him and walked towards the bed. Before he could try to climb onto the bed, he was shoved.
     He didn't even know Darryl had this in him, but he couldn't deny it now that his friend was climbing on top of him with that dark look on his face. In his hand he still had the knife. 
     The two didn't waste anymore time tearing the rest of their clothes off of each other. It wasn't until they were both nude, erections sticking out, that they paused a moment to admire one another. It was a long pause of realization. They were both actually doing this— with their best friend.
     As quick as the moment began, it was over and they were all over each other again. Darryl wasted no time, reaching into the drawer by his bedside and grabbing a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers and placed them at Zak's entrance.
     For a moment his tone changed "you're sure you want to do this?"
     Zak nodded, giving Darryl all the confidence he needed to push two of his fingers into his friend. At first, Zak winced at the pain. Darryl placed a caring hand on his stomach before pumping his fingers in and out of him. Quickly, Zak became used to the feeling of Darryl's fingers inside of him and began enjoying the feeling. It still hurt a little bit, but somehow, that was adding pleasure to the experience.
     Zak moaned quite a bit while being stretched by Darryl. That was until he stopped.
      Feeling he was ready, Darryl slipped his fingers out, coated his cock with lube, and prepared himself at Zak's opening. "Are you ready?" He asked.
     "Please.." Zak begged, anticipating his friend's cock hungrily.
     Darryl smirked, looking down at the mess before him. "Alright"
     He slipped himself into Zak with little effort. Zak gasped in pain. After a few moments of adjustment though, Darryl began moving inside of him.
     The pain felt amazing. Zak was learning new things about himself this night. Every second it hurt, Zak secretly hoped it would hurt more. The pain and pleasure of his best friend fucking him felt so amazing in a twisted, unholy way. He couldn't stop himself from moaning out "More!" and rocking his hips into his friend's
      Darryl panted over top of Zak. He began to pick up his speed, when he remembered something he had in his hand. He grinned.
     Zak felt a sharp pain in his arm that caused him to jump. He looked up to see Darryl with the knife, licking his blood off of it. Shit.
     He let out a moan in response to the image before him.
     Darryl took that as an invitation to continue cutting his friend's arm while he pounded into him.
     Every slice, every sound, every thrust added to the heat pooling in Zak's gut. He quickly felt his climax approaching. "Ahh—nnnhnn" his breathing became more and more heavy.
     "You're such a pretty little whore, Zak"
     That was it. Zak couldn't hold back from his orgasm any longer. With those words, Zak came all over himself and his friend.
      Darryl continued pounding mercilessly into Zak.
     Zak's climax felt so incredible against him. The way his hole clenched his cock felt otherworldly. He knew he was close. His thrusts became erratic and his breathing was heavy.
     "God—-fuck—-Zak—" he gasped into his friend's ear as he released inside of him. He continued to pound as he rode out his orgasm.
     The overstimulation drove Zak crazy, but he loved the feeling.
     Soon enough, Darryl slowed his thrusting and eventually stopped. He slid out of his friend and collapsed in exhaustion on beside him on the bed.
     "Holy shit, Zak" he panted.
     Zak couldn't speak, but he felt the same.

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