07-12-2024, 07:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 16-12-2024, 02:11 AM by Betacucky. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
Chapter 2
"Enjoying the show?" The whisper was soft but clear in my ear, making me jump. I spun around to find Manavi right behind me, her approach silent and unseen. Her smile was slow, dangerously inviting, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. The way she looked at you could really make your pulse race. She was dressed casually yet somehow strikingly, in a tight black tank top that outlined her athletic frame, adding an edge of seductiveness to her playful demeanour.
She leaned in, her breath warm on my ear. "Looks like you are definitely enjoying the show huh?" she teased, her gaze flicking to my tiny but noticeable bulge in my shorts. Her voice was low, tinged with a teasing that suggested she found the situation amusing, or perhaps intriguing
Manavi’s perfume was intoxicating, blending subtly with the tension in the air. Part of me wanted to yell for them to stop this madness, but my body betrayed me, rooted to the spot in a mix of shock and curiosity. My heart pounded in my ears as I turned back to the scene unfolding before us, my eyes glued to the undeniable attraction playing out in front of us.
"Watch her, she's fascinated," Manavi whispered hotly into my ear, her voice thick with intrigue and a hint of something darker, almost conspiratorial. Her breath felt hot against my skin, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.
But before I could muster a response, a sudden crash echoed through the room—the sharp, alarming sound of glass shattering in the bar area. It jolted us both, breaking the spell for a moment.
It was hard to tell whose elbow had caused the mishap—had Manavi done it on purpose, a mischievous act to add to the night's chaos, or was it my own elbow, lost in the distraction of the spectacle? The confusion added another layer of disarray to an already unsettling evening
Either way, the spell was broken. For a split second, I thought maybe the night could still be salvaged. But before anyone could react, Anand was taking giant strides toward me, his presence imposing.
He was up in my face before I could utter a word. "Shhh," he hissed, his finger pressing to his lips, then he gestured for Manavi to take Ananya to their bedroom. I was left standing there with Anand, tension crackling between us. The room felt smaller, the air heavier with every breath we took.
Ananya passed by us, a look of fear in her eyes as she headed toward the bedroom, her fate momentarily in Manavi's hands. She glanced back once, a silent plea for the help I wasn't sure I could give
Being my friend I had never seen Anand like this. He seemed possessed.
Anand's voice was like ice, slicing through the thick tension that hung in the air.
"Listen, I know about your bedroom troubles, how you’ve failed at fucking your wife all these years," he hissed, his words slicing through the air.
Leaning closer, voice dropping to a taunt, "Admit it, you enjoyed watching what I was doing with your wife."
Before I could respond, Anand's hand struck my face with a sharp slap that resonated through the room. Stunned, I touched my cheek, the sting of the hit echoing the shock in my mind. I tried hitting him back but he subdued me very quickly with a neck lock and slapped me again.
I was stunned, unable to process everything that just happened. He was supposed to be my friend.
Before I could recover, he continued relentlessly, "Let me make something clear, Ketan. I am going to fuck Ananya whether you like it or not. You saw what happened just now, right outside here." His eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as he watched the shock and hurt play across my face, enjoying the power he wielded with his harsh words
His gaze fixed on me, hard and unyielding, he delivered his ultimatum, "If you let this happen the easy way, it'll be better for you. Like it or not, I'm going to make Ananya my slut tonight." With a sudden, shocking audacity, he reached down and grabbed my crotch, where my body had betrayed me with a telling bulge.
Squeezing roughly, he sneered, "See, even this little thing wants me to fuck your wife."
Releasing his grip, he leaned in closer, his voice a menacing whisper, "And just so you know, Ketan, I'm packing eight inches, and it's thick. Once Ananya experiences me, she's not going to settle for your tiny Lulli. So, be a good boy and stay out of my way, or you won’t like the consequences."
His words were a gut punch, leaving me reeling from their cruel, humiliating impact. The venom in his tone was palpable, dripping with contempt and the dark pleasure he derived from belittling me. The sheer brazenness of his threat made my blood boil even as fear crept into my veins
In the deafening silence that followed Anand's brutal words, a storm raged within me. My mind recoiled, yet somewhere deep inside, a part of me fought to make sense of the chaos. 'How did it come to this?' I asked myself, the weight of my own question pressing down on me. My thoughts spiraled, touching each moment that led here, each decision like a misstep on a treacherous path.
I felt the cold grip of fear tighten around my heart, yet it was not just for myself but for Ananya. The fear was mingled with shame—a burning, suffocating shame that I could not protect her, could not be the man she needed me to be. Each breath was a battle, each heartbeat a reminder of my failings.
In the quiet, I could almost hear the echo of our happier times, the laughter and love that once filled our home. These memories, now tainted by the current horror, taunted me. 'Is this my fault? Could I have prevented this?' The questions haunted me, each one a lash against the remnants of my resolve.
I swallowed hard, trying to gather the shards of my courage. I had to find a way out of this for both of us, even as despair whispered that it might already be too late.
"Please..." The plea escaped my lips before I could stop it, sounding alien and pathetic to my own ears. I wished desperately that it had been anyone else who had uttered that word.
But it was me, voicing my own desperate resignation.
"What?" Anand snapped, his voice sharp, cutting through the heavy air and commanding every ounce of my shattered attention.
"Please don't," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, the reality of the situation sinking in. Each word trembled with fear and disbelief.
"I didn't hear you," he responded, his tone now utterly serious, edged with a cold authority. "Turn this way." Reflexively, I obeyed, turning to face him fully.
"Please don’t... don’t sleep with my wife." The words felt like a betrayal of my own dignity. Was I really begging this man, this asshole? I tried to sound assertive, to reclaim some semblance of control, but my voice faltered, betraying my desperation.
He laughed, a sound of genuine surprise and amusement, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "Really, Ketan? Is that the best you can do?" His amusement seemed to fill the room, echoing off the walls and amplifying my humiliation.
I kept my gaze lowered, unable to meet his eyes, but acutely aware of his imposing presence. His muscular physique was hard to ignore, his stance wide, his boxers barely containing the growing bulge beneath. The sight was unnervingly dominant, a physical reminder of the threat he posed. The air between us charged with a palpable tension, my plea hanging in the air, fragile and forlorn.
Why was he doing this to me ? I thought he was my friend...
A heated flush of shame spread across my cheeks. I was disgusted with Ananya for stepping over the line, yet my own reaction to his masculinity was even more disturbing. Or was it arousing? No, it couldn’t be. But the thought wouldn’t leave my mind, images flashing unbidden of Anand with my wife, her cries and moans filling the air, echoing in my skull like a symphony.
"Beg me," Anand's voice suddenly brought me back to reality, his command sharp and deep, slicing through the chaotic thoughts in my head.
"Wh... what?" I stuttered, my mind reeling, grappling with the audacity of his demand.
"I said," he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face, "beg me. Beg me not to fuck your shy, traditional wife." His words were a taunt, a venomous challenge to my very manhood, dripping with disdain.
Was I really considering this?
Begging him not to fuck my own wife? Anger surged through me, a fiery wave of resentment and defiance. Who did he think he was ? The urge to lash out, to wipe that smug look off his face was overwhelming. Who did he think he was talking to? But he knew—he knew the power he wielded over me now, his grin predatory, eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt.
I hesitated, my emotions tangled in confusion and a shameful arousal. He'd probed a dark corner of my psyche I hadn't known existed, awakening a disturbing desire to yield.
"Don't make me say it again, boy," Anand's voice carried a veiled threat, electrifying the tense air between us.
The term 'boy' reverberated in my mind, underscoring my deep humiliation.
In the dimly lit room, Anand towered over me, his presence almost suffocating as I fought to keep myself together.
After a lengthy pause. "Please," I said again, the desperation clear in my voice despite my efforts to conceal it. "Please don't sleep with my wife."
Anand paused, his expression shifting to one of mock contemplation. "Who said anything about sleeping?" he quipped, his tone dripping with insinuation.
My nerves frayed, tension coursed through me. As Anand rose from the couch, his build more imposing than ever, I struggled not to stare at the powerful muscles outlining his frame or the pronounced bulge in his shorts that starkly highlighted my own shortcomings.
"Enjoying the show?" The whisper was soft but clear in my ear, making me jump. I spun around to find Manavi right behind me, her approach silent and unseen. Her smile was slow, dangerously inviting, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. The way she looked at you could really make your pulse race. She was dressed casually yet somehow strikingly, in a tight black tank top that outlined her athletic frame, adding an edge of seductiveness to her playful demeanour.
She leaned in, her breath warm on my ear. "Looks like you are definitely enjoying the show huh?" she teased, her gaze flicking to my tiny but noticeable bulge in my shorts. Her voice was low, tinged with a teasing that suggested she found the situation amusing, or perhaps intriguing
Manavi’s perfume was intoxicating, blending subtly with the tension in the air. Part of me wanted to yell for them to stop this madness, but my body betrayed me, rooted to the spot in a mix of shock and curiosity. My heart pounded in my ears as I turned back to the scene unfolding before us, my eyes glued to the undeniable attraction playing out in front of us.
"Watch her, she's fascinated," Manavi whispered hotly into my ear, her voice thick with intrigue and a hint of something darker, almost conspiratorial. Her breath felt hot against my skin, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.
But before I could muster a response, a sudden crash echoed through the room—the sharp, alarming sound of glass shattering in the bar area. It jolted us both, breaking the spell for a moment.
It was hard to tell whose elbow had caused the mishap—had Manavi done it on purpose, a mischievous act to add to the night's chaos, or was it my own elbow, lost in the distraction of the spectacle? The confusion added another layer of disarray to an already unsettling evening
Either way, the spell was broken. For a split second, I thought maybe the night could still be salvaged. But before anyone could react, Anand was taking giant strides toward me, his presence imposing.
He was up in my face before I could utter a word. "Shhh," he hissed, his finger pressing to his lips, then he gestured for Manavi to take Ananya to their bedroom. I was left standing there with Anand, tension crackling between us. The room felt smaller, the air heavier with every breath we took.
Ananya passed by us, a look of fear in her eyes as she headed toward the bedroom, her fate momentarily in Manavi's hands. She glanced back once, a silent plea for the help I wasn't sure I could give
Being my friend I had never seen Anand like this. He seemed possessed.
Anand's voice was like ice, slicing through the thick tension that hung in the air.
"Listen, I know about your bedroom troubles, how you’ve failed at fucking your wife all these years," he hissed, his words slicing through the air.
Leaning closer, voice dropping to a taunt, "Admit it, you enjoyed watching what I was doing with your wife."
Before I could respond, Anand's hand struck my face with a sharp slap that resonated through the room. Stunned, I touched my cheek, the sting of the hit echoing the shock in my mind. I tried hitting him back but he subdued me very quickly with a neck lock and slapped me again.
I was stunned, unable to process everything that just happened. He was supposed to be my friend.
Before I could recover, he continued relentlessly, "Let me make something clear, Ketan. I am going to fuck Ananya whether you like it or not. You saw what happened just now, right outside here." His eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as he watched the shock and hurt play across my face, enjoying the power he wielded with his harsh words
His gaze fixed on me, hard and unyielding, he delivered his ultimatum, "If you let this happen the easy way, it'll be better for you. Like it or not, I'm going to make Ananya my slut tonight." With a sudden, shocking audacity, he reached down and grabbed my crotch, where my body had betrayed me with a telling bulge.
Squeezing roughly, he sneered, "See, even this little thing wants me to fuck your wife."
Releasing his grip, he leaned in closer, his voice a menacing whisper, "And just so you know, Ketan, I'm packing eight inches, and it's thick. Once Ananya experiences me, she's not going to settle for your tiny Lulli. So, be a good boy and stay out of my way, or you won’t like the consequences."
His words were a gut punch, leaving me reeling from their cruel, humiliating impact. The venom in his tone was palpable, dripping with contempt and the dark pleasure he derived from belittling me. The sheer brazenness of his threat made my blood boil even as fear crept into my veins
In the deafening silence that followed Anand's brutal words, a storm raged within me. My mind recoiled, yet somewhere deep inside, a part of me fought to make sense of the chaos. 'How did it come to this?' I asked myself, the weight of my own question pressing down on me. My thoughts spiraled, touching each moment that led here, each decision like a misstep on a treacherous path.
I felt the cold grip of fear tighten around my heart, yet it was not just for myself but for Ananya. The fear was mingled with shame—a burning, suffocating shame that I could not protect her, could not be the man she needed me to be. Each breath was a battle, each heartbeat a reminder of my failings.
In the quiet, I could almost hear the echo of our happier times, the laughter and love that once filled our home. These memories, now tainted by the current horror, taunted me. 'Is this my fault? Could I have prevented this?' The questions haunted me, each one a lash against the remnants of my resolve.
I swallowed hard, trying to gather the shards of my courage. I had to find a way out of this for both of us, even as despair whispered that it might already be too late.
"Please..." The plea escaped my lips before I could stop it, sounding alien and pathetic to my own ears. I wished desperately that it had been anyone else who had uttered that word.
But it was me, voicing my own desperate resignation.
"What?" Anand snapped, his voice sharp, cutting through the heavy air and commanding every ounce of my shattered attention.
"Please don't," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, the reality of the situation sinking in. Each word trembled with fear and disbelief.
"I didn't hear you," he responded, his tone now utterly serious, edged with a cold authority. "Turn this way." Reflexively, I obeyed, turning to face him fully.
"Please don’t... don’t sleep with my wife." The words felt like a betrayal of my own dignity. Was I really begging this man, this asshole? I tried to sound assertive, to reclaim some semblance of control, but my voice faltered, betraying my desperation.
He laughed, a sound of genuine surprise and amusement, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "Really, Ketan? Is that the best you can do?" His amusement seemed to fill the room, echoing off the walls and amplifying my humiliation.
I kept my gaze lowered, unable to meet his eyes, but acutely aware of his imposing presence. His muscular physique was hard to ignore, his stance wide, his boxers barely containing the growing bulge beneath. The sight was unnervingly dominant, a physical reminder of the threat he posed. The air between us charged with a palpable tension, my plea hanging in the air, fragile and forlorn.
Why was he doing this to me ? I thought he was my friend...
A heated flush of shame spread across my cheeks. I was disgusted with Ananya for stepping over the line, yet my own reaction to his masculinity was even more disturbing. Or was it arousing? No, it couldn’t be. But the thought wouldn’t leave my mind, images flashing unbidden of Anand with my wife, her cries and moans filling the air, echoing in my skull like a symphony.
"Beg me," Anand's voice suddenly brought me back to reality, his command sharp and deep, slicing through the chaotic thoughts in my head.
"Wh... what?" I stuttered, my mind reeling, grappling with the audacity of his demand.
"I said," he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face, "beg me. Beg me not to fuck your shy, traditional wife." His words were a taunt, a venomous challenge to my very manhood, dripping with disdain.
Was I really considering this?
Begging him not to fuck my own wife? Anger surged through me, a fiery wave of resentment and defiance. Who did he think he was ? The urge to lash out, to wipe that smug look off his face was overwhelming. Who did he think he was talking to? But he knew—he knew the power he wielded over me now, his grin predatory, eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt.
I hesitated, my emotions tangled in confusion and a shameful arousal. He'd probed a dark corner of my psyche I hadn't known existed, awakening a disturbing desire to yield.
"Don't make me say it again, boy," Anand's voice carried a veiled threat, electrifying the tense air between us.
The term 'boy' reverberated in my mind, underscoring my deep humiliation.
In the dimly lit room, Anand towered over me, his presence almost suffocating as I fought to keep myself together.
After a lengthy pause. "Please," I said again, the desperation clear in my voice despite my efforts to conceal it. "Please don't sleep with my wife."
Anand paused, his expression shifting to one of mock contemplation. "Who said anything about sleeping?" he quipped, his tone dripping with insinuation.
My nerves frayed, tension coursed through me. As Anand rose from the couch, his build more imposing than ever, I struggled not to stare at the powerful muscles outlining his frame or the pronounced bulge in his shorts that starkly highlighted my own shortcomings.
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