Ghostface n michael myers fck me thats it

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Without warning the masked man suddenly lunged forward, his large hands wrapping around his throat with quick precision. Letting out a gasp, he struggled against the masked man's grip, feeling the man's large hands squeeze firmly, cutting off his air supply. He let out a garbled choking noise, unable to struggle away from the masked man as he began to grow dizzy from lack of oxygen. Before he could pass out however the masked man suddenly released his grip, causing him to fall to the ground, gasping for air.

He let out a cough, looking up at the masked man who appeared to be staring off into the distance. Following his gaze his eyes widened as he saw another figure, covered in pitch black robes and what appeared to be wearing another white mask, but this one was different. The glint of a bloodstained knife in the robed man's hands caught his attention as Ghostface advanced upon him, gripping the knife tightly. He attempted to stumble back onto his feet to try and make a run for it, but Ghostface was quick to grab him by the collar of his shirt, roughly pulling him up and slamming him against a tree. The knife was firmly placed against his neck, causing him to wince as he felt the blade slightly dig into his skin, causing beads of blood to appear.

"Are you going to try to run?" Ghostface growled in his ear, and he glanced away nervously. "No..." He answered quietly, and after a few moments Ghostface removed the knife from his neck. Ghostface stood there for several seconds, as if debating on what to do next. He flinched as Ghostface grabbed his wrists roughly, forcing them above his head. He felt a wave of terror as the knife poked against his chest, expecting to get stabbed, however the soft ripping of fabric could be heard as the knife easily ripped apart his shirt, exposing his chest. "What are you doing?"

"Shut the fck up." Ghostface snapped, ripping off the remains of his now torn shirt. He remained silent, however as Ghostface reached for his belt he struggled in his grip, panicked. "What are you-" He was cut off as the knife was plunged into his left shoulder, a searing pain shooting up his arm as he cried out. "Next time it'll be your stomach." Ghostface snarled, leaning in menacingly. "Shut. Up." He nodded, trying to stifle his cries of pain as Ghostface impatiently unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants off. He glanced away nervously, feeling himself beginning to blush as his dck was exposed to the open air. Ghostface stared at him for a few moments. "You're really getting off to this?" Ghostface exclaimed, although there was no mockery in his tone. He glanced down, realising he was hard, which only caused his face to turn a deeper shade of red.

Ghostface leaned in closer, placing a black gloved hand on his bare chest lightly. His touch was soft and gentle, not aggressive or rough like moments ago. He glanced up at Ghostface, although it was impossible to tell what expression the other man had under the mask. He felt another hand curiously touch him, and he glanced over to the other masked man, Michael. He glanced back at Ghostface, completely confused at the sudden turn of events.

Ghostface leaned in closer, partly raising his mask to reveal his mouth. "Do you know how helpless you are right now?" He exclaimed, his mouth moving closer to his. "Me and Michael could gut you like a fish, and no one would be none the wiser." Ghostface continued, causing him to glance away timidly. Was Ghostface about to kiss him?

Ghostface continued leaning in, however a wave of pain shot through him, realising that he had ripped the knife out of his shoulder. He let out a scream of pain, but it was cut short as Ghostface roughly pulled him into a kiss, silencing him. He whimpered, blushing as Ghostface continued the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, glancing at the large stream of blood now pooling from his shoulder.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Ghostface murmured, leaning in and swiping his tongue over the stab wound gently, tasting the fresh blood that oozed out. "You want me and Michael to make you feel better?" Ghostface asked softly, and he simply nodded, gritting his teeth in pain.

He felt strong arms grip him softly, causing him to wince slightly as Michael pulled him onto his lap, Michael softly stroking his hair as Ghostface leaned in, wrapping his hand around his exposed dck. He let out a gasp of surprise as Ghostface slowly began to stroke his dck, causing him to quickly grow hard. "That feel nice?" Ghostface asked as he continued his stroking, causing him to nod shyly, trying to hold back a moan.

Ghostface was quick to pick up the pace, his strokes becoming more rough, and it didn't take long for Ghostface to send him over the edge, causing him to moan as he came. "Good boy." Ghostface murmured, raising his gloved hand to lick the splatter of cm off his fingers.

He panted, blushing heavily as his orgm passed, his dck slowly dripping the last few remaining drops of his cm onto the ground. The effects of blood loss were starting to get to him now, he couldn't help but start to feel a bit woozy and disorientated. Glancing down his entire arm was now caked in his own blood, and some had even begun to drip down his chest.

"Aww, you still not feelin that good?" Ghostface exclaimed, a hint of mocking in his tone. Ghostface removed a part of his clothing, exposing his chest and muscular abs which caused him to shyly glance away. Ghostface then cut the piece of clothing into a long strip, leaning in to wrap the black piece of fabric over the stab wound, making a sort of bandage. He winced as Ghostface tightened the makeshift bandage, hopefully slowing the bleeding down.

"Can't have you dying on us so soon..." Ghostface exclaimed, shooting him a partial grin from his half exposed mask.