Post by Andy on Mar 24, 2009 23:39:20 GMT -5
You can put a man on trial, but you can't make the guilty pay
And you can cage an animal, but you can't take away the rage
And you can cage an animal, but you can't take away the rage
Pairing: Hardycest [MattJeff].
Rating: M - for language, violence, and sexual themes.
Point of View: Jeff's.
It was the collar that pushed me over the edge. As much as it hurt, I could handle his betrayal, his disowning, his hatred. But he took what meant most to me. And I couldn't let that go unpunished.
So as I stood across the ring from my older brother, the burned remains of Jack's collar in his hand, I lost it. I attacked him, I beat him, I spat on him.
But as always, he wormed is way out of it.
I'm left in the ring, alone, almost shaking with anger. Matty just smiles as he goes up the ramp.
I'll wipe that stupid grin off your face...
Getting into his room was plenty easy. I knew he never locked his door. It was keeping my nerves together long enough to torture him that got me.
I slipped into the dressing room and close the door silently behind me. He's undressing, getting ready to shower, probably. I just clench my jaw and crack my knuckles. The look on his face when he tripped and fell was priceless, and I had to fight back a smile. He scrambled back against the lockers.
"Jeff, I—" he starts, but I stop him with my boot to his throat. I put enough pressure to choke him a little, but I don't knock him out.
No, I want him awake. I want him to feel everything I'm about to do him.
"You what? You're sorry?" I ask, taking my foot off his neck. He holds his throat, gasping for air. "It's too late for apologies, now, Matty."
His eyes widen and I can't help but grin at the horror on his face. Is it bad all this is getting me a little excited?
I think he notices now. He's looking less worried, a bit more confident. Unacceptable.
I pull his belt off and throw it across the room. It still doesn't occur to him what I'm doing, until I have his pants and underwear around his knees. Now he can't kick. Glorious. I slide my pants down and kick them off. I nudge him onto his front and pull his hips up as I drop down to his level.
Good God, I'm shaking already. And he is too. But he's crying. And I smell vomit. But dammit, I'm not letting this asshole ruin my time.
Heh... asshole.
I snicker to myself as I put a hand on his hip and spit in the palm of my other hand. A dry fuck isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds.
"Jeff, please! I swear, I'll leave you alone!" he begs, and I smack the back of his head. He shuts up. Until he emits the most delicious scream I've ever heard. I don't know what's going through his mind, but that's most certainly not gonna stop me.
I'm halfway in before I even realize it, and I stop immediately.
I can't go too fast.
I want this to last.
Because I've got a feeling this is gonna be the last time I really get to spend any quality time with my big brother for a good, long while.
I bend forward and nibble on his back as I move my hips very slowly. I can feel his little virgin opening tearing around my tool, and it only turns me on that much more. I start to pick up the pace, losing control. His pleas to stop are more amusing than anything else, and it's hard not to laugh as I continue on, buried fully inside him.
He's fighting another scream... poorly, might I add?
Fuck if I can't get it out of him.
The noise of flesh hitting flesh at a high speed is so amazing that it's almost disgusting. It turns my stomach and almost brings me to orgasm at the same time.
My head rolls back on my shoulders and I pick up the pace to a wild buck, nails digging into his sides as I groan his name.
Cumming was a triple-satisfaction; the obvious one, and then the fact that it both pained him emotionally and the salt burned the tears I'd opened in him.
I pull out, wiping the blood off myself before getting to my feet.
He just stares at me, tears in his eyes, the most pathetic look in his face I've ever seen.
I roll my eyes and pull my pants up.
"Jesus, Matty, you look pathetic. Have some dignity, will you?" I taunt, giving him a last good kick to the ribs before I leave.
I can't wait for WrestleMania.