Pandora #2
“I’ve been thinking,” I say as I pull on the hem of his boxers. “You did some very nasty things to me, and I haven’t paid you back yet.”
Keegan’s eyes widen as I lift my knife to his boxers. His muffled protests make me laugh as I cut away the fabric to reveal his cock.
I wish I could say it was small, but honestly, it’s pretty average. Nothing to write home about either, though.
I lift up his shirt and cut that away too.
“Let’s even the playing field a bit,” I say once I have him naked.
Keegan shakes his head.
What does he think I’m going to do to him?
I grin down at him. “How big of a bottle can you handle? A beer bottle? Or should we go straight for wine?”
Yeah, that makes him panic. He struggles against the chains, but I didn’t bring any low quality shit. These chains would keep even the toughest bodybuilder incapacitated.
I rummage around my backpack while he struggles, until I find the markers and the camera.
This is going to be so much fun.
“You wrote on me,” I say, holding up the permanent marker. “I’ll return the favor.”
Keegan stomach quivers as I put the marker against his skin. I start drawing a cock and balls, and I write “cum dumpster” across his pecs.
I add little tears to his cheeks, and I write trash across his forehead.
“You look better like this,” I say to him as I add more lines to his stomach. “I’ll have to decide which of these to cut into.”
Keegan struggles some more, and it’s honestly so funny that he thinks I would do that.
“I’m joking!” I say. “I mean, I’m not, but making you bleed would kind of fuck my plan.”
I turn on his bedside lamp so I have a better view of him.
He’s panicking a lot considering I haven’t even done anything to him! I laugh and hold up my camera.
“Smile!” I say as I take pictures of him. “I wonder how you’d look castrated.”
He’d deserve it, after what he did to me.
Keegan struggles again, and I take a video of that, all high quality and not on a shitty camera phone.
Okay, my phone actually has a great camera because I paid a lot for that capability, but y’know.
When Keegan has tired himself out, I pat him on the cheek. “Bottleface, I haven’t even gotten to the best part!”
I go and pick up the carrier with the rats. As soon as I remove the covering, the mice start squeaking again.
Keegan’s eyes widen and he shouts into the gag again.
“Rats are so cute, don’t you think?” I muse. “I mean, snakes are better, and rats are a great snack for our large snake friends, but there’s something to be said for a rodent that can and will eat through the flesh of a larger creature.”
The way Keegan’s entire body tenses in terror is hilarious. I angle the carrier downwards toward his cock.
Keegan whimpers, but he doesn’t look away.
I open the carrier door.
The rats immediately tumble out, onto his cock and thighs and stomach. Keegan tries to scream, and I laugh at the muffled sound.
Most of the rats sit docilely, but two of them start crawling over Keegan’s body and sniff around.
When Keegan tries to buck them off, one of them uses its little ratty teeth to bite down on his nipple in order to hang on.
He screams again, and oh my god, that is just too funny. I take more pictures of his terrified face, while the rats mostly mind their own business. A few sniff around his cock, and one nudges his balls with its nose.
Keegan says something that could maybe be please. I tsk at him. “Begging? That’s kind of pathetic, Bottleface. If you can’t take it, don’t dish it.”
I watch the rats climb over him some more. One of them climbs down the bed and disappears into the mess that is his room.
“So, this is your only warning, Keegan,” I say with a smile.
“If you try anything against me, or Asch, or Blaze, or River, ever again, I’m going to castrate you.
” I take a few more photos. “I can only escalate so far without committing murder, after all. And you can cry about how I won’t get away with it, but will it matter once you’ve been castrated?
You’ll still be emasculated, whether I go to jail or not. ”
Keegan is crying now. I laugh and zoom in to take another photo.
Can’t fucking dish what he serves.
And this is me going easy on him.
“Don’t think you can kill me to get rid of the problem either. You should know that my family doesn’t take threats lightly. You can ask Ezio what happened to his family. See if you want that problem coming down on your head.” I grip Keegan’s hair and force him to look up. “You understand?”
Keegan nods. A few sobs escape the gag, and those are some nice sounds too.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page!” I shake his head, then step back. “Okay. Have fun with the ratties.”
I pick up all my gear and make my way to the door. Keegan lets out another cry.
I look over my shoulder, pretending to be confused. “Let you go? Why? This is still a punishment, Keegan.”
I flip him off as I leave the room, shutting it quietly so Holden and Brock don’t notice.
Keegan makes more noise, but thankfully the construction is good enough that it’s not too loud.
As soon as I’m outside, I start giggling to myself.
That was so much fun! I really should have done that earlier.
If this doesn’t convince Keegan to stay the fuck away… well, then castration and/or murder really is the only answer left.
Keegan should really be glad that I’ve been holding back.