 |
|||
|
|
Rahul dragged Srinath’s nearly lifeless body across the hallway, untied his ropes and brought him before Priya. “Let me guess. You’re really sorry.”
“Yes, dear Goddess.” Srinath replied, joining his hands into prayer.
Lick her feet!
“What are you sorry for?” Priya asked.
“I was your boyfriend for the last two months, so…” Srinath began.
“Say ‘pathetic’. Use that word.” Priya specified.
“For two months, I’ve been a pathetic boyfriend. I was selfish and I took you for granted.” Srinath said.
“And you stuck your ugly little penis where it didn’t belong,” Priya said.
Srinath bowed down, tears flew out of his eyes. “And I stuck my ugly little penis where it didn’t belong.”
“Yes you did! Now, tell me how sorry you are.” Priya smiled.
“Lord, I took the worst beating in my life from you and your new boyfriend. If there is something more I have to do to prove how sorry I am,” Srinath said, “I would readily do that, too.”
“There are many things you’ll have to do. You can start by thanking us.” Priya stretched out her legs until it was right in front of him.
Srinath looked up to her smiling face, picked up her legs and placed her feet on his face. He sniffed the sweaty toes, the dusty arches and the heels. “Thank you, Priya,” he began. She nodded along, waiting for more words. “You did the right thing by punishing me, I deserved every single one of those nasty beatings you and Rahul gave me.”
“Yeah. My feet hurt a little from kicking you so hard. Massage them now!” Priya ordered. She watched as he ran his bruised fingers through the bottom surface of her feet and gently squeezed her toes, stretched her feet and rubbed the arches and the heels. “Something like that. But my boyfriend kicked you much harder than I did. Aren’t you thankful for him, too?”
Rahul let go of his neck and went over to sit next to Priya on the couch. Srinath offered his face as a footrest and he readily began to abuse them, capturing his nose between the toes, pinching his skin and randomly wiping off his dusty feet even as Srinath attempted to massage them.
“You aren’t saying anything!” Priya smiled.
“Rahul, I cannot thank you enough for the beating you gave me.” Srinath said.
“How awesome were my kicks?” Rahul asked.
“They were very painful and nasty but I deserved them,” Srinath said.
“You aren’t thanking him for the important part,” Priya said.
“What would that be, Priya?” Srinath asked, giving up after considering for a few moments.
“He helped me get rid of you as my boyfriend.” Priya said. Her voice had elevated to a more serious tone, she meant to demean him more and more every minute.
“Rahul,” Srinath swallowed nervously, “thank you for becoming Priya’s boyfriend.”
“No, that’s not enough. I want you to think of all the details as to why I would dump you for him,” Priya said, exchanging a quiet giggle with her boyfriend.
Srinath closed his eyes, he felt every last iota of ego and pride disappear from his spirit as he sat on the floor, catching Rahul’s legs and trying to massage them for him. “You did the right thing by dumping me, Priya.” He began. “Rahul’s obviously very tall and handsome and his body is very well built.”
“You think I dumped you for some physical reasons?” Priya asked, kicking his face slightly. “You don’t know me even slightly.”
“I’m so sorry, Priya.” Srinath said. “Rahul is superior to me intellectually and he’s far more educated than I’ll ever be.” The couple nodded along. “Your new boyfriend is quite athletic- he has well-toned leg muscles. You deserve a strong sportsman like him.”
Rahul whispered into Priya’s ear. “This is good, but it’s getting a little gay for me.”
“Oh, don’t mind him. He might actually be gay,” Priya laughed.
“Please. I’m not gay.” Srinath sat up and raised his finger to Priya.
Priya caught his finger and twisted it around. “Don’t point your finger at me. What the hell do you think of yourself?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Srinath whined.
Priya let go of his finger, destroying even that last ounce of self-respect he had for himself with the finger twist. “And you are gay for my new boyfriend. Continue admiring him, you pathetic gay loser.”
Srinath kissed Rahul’s knee. He’d just been called gay; it couldn’t get any lower no matter what he said. “I could never be even half the man Rahul is. You deserve to be satisfied by a man like him,” he said.
“Yes I do.” Priya hugged Rahul by the neck and kissed his lips.
“Actually, you could never even be one quarter of the man I am.” Rahul said, finishing the kiss. “Take off my pants, I want to show you.” Srinath sat up and unzipped Rahul’s pants, wrinkles of disgust spreading over his face. He pulled them down and committed the gay act and the long, snake like organ was hanging down right before his very eyes. Rahul had no shame, rather he seemed to hold his head up as he proudly displayed his manhood to Priya and her ex. “I want you to say the same thing again. This time, you’ll grab my thing and say it with more feeling.”
Srinath swallowed a bit of his own puke. This was harder than the physical punishments he’d endured. He looked up to Priya; she was laughing away as she awaited the dramatics. There was no other choice, he grabbed Rahul’s penis in his right hand. “Priya, you deserve a great man like him.”
Priya clapped her hands and laughed. “Kiss it!” She said. Srinath shook his head in shame, opened up his mouth and went closer. Within a few painfully long moments, his mouth made contact with the surface. The couple laughed at his plight while he hung his head low in shame- he couldn’t believe what he’d done for the woman he loved. She got up and shared a high-five with Rahul while Srinath prayed that she would finally forgive him.
“Now,” Priya caught his neck and pushed him over, “lie down on my couch.” Srinath climbed up the soft velvet couch and slept on it, facing upward. He watched her leg rise up, her feet going over his face and landing next to his ears. “My boyfriend and I are going to have sex on your body.” She lifted her skirt and placed her buttocks right on Srinath’s face, eclipsing them completely under.
Rahul emerged from the other end, planting painful steps on Srinath’s body as he approached Priya. He came down, jabbing his knees right into the ex’s chest, disallowing him from respiring even the smell of the beautiful girl’s bum. He was completely naked; it was almost unbelievable how quickly he’d undressed. He grabbed Priya’s breasts and kissed her neck, tossing her into an ecstatic moan. Srinath watched in breathless horror as the ugly penis rapidly descended towards him, this occasion they were three times larger and infinitely harder. They were still cuddling, he realized, but even that hurt his ribs like hell. To his relief, the doorbell rang. A wave of hope brought him back to life, helped even more by the fact that Rahul quickly jumped off his chest. “That must be Sharada,” he said, quickly putting on his shirt and pants.
“Oh, your girlfriend soon to be ex-girlfriend,” Priya smiled. “You know, the easiest way to break up with her would be to let her see us like this.”
“Yeah, but let me try doing it in a civil way first!” Rahul smiled as he headed for the door.
|
|
|