It was the heat that eventually roused Apollo from his slumber. That, and an increasingly annoying need for hydration, coupled with an urgent desire to relive himself. His mouth was bone-dry, although his tongue felt sticky and there remained an awful, tangy taste on his palette. It tasted like blood. A fact he confirmed after unwillingly moving his tongue around to taste for more. Most likely another nosebleed from snorting far too much cocaine. He grimaced as he had to force open his eyelids, they too were dry and the lack of moisture had sealed them shut whilst he slept, they finally opened with dry, sickly
pops! They were forced closed immediately as the light instantly made him feel as if his eyes were on fire. The dryness, along with the general dehydrated state that he was in, would mean that the whites of his eyes were probably closer to red. All of this being clear signs of a hangover. Worsened by his extended sleep that had lasted well into the morning.
Apollo tried remembering the events of the previous night but to no avail. Slowly, as the dregs of his slumber began to disappear finally, sensation had returned to him and he could tell that he lie face-up on his large, circular bed completely stark-bollocks naked, except of course for his Wolf mask. His arms and legs remained spreadeagle and only now did he notice the separate pieces of soft material tied to his ankles and wrists. He attempted to move his right leg but the action was met with resistance instantly.
'What the fuck...' He tried again, this also attempting to move his other limbs but each try was met with failure. He let out a growl of annoyance which only came out as a husky
cough due to his dire need for hydration. He kept trying to move each limb, gradually growing more and more frantic with each attempt. And with each failure his anger boiled within him.
"FUCK!" Apollo shouted eventually, followed by a fit of coughing due to his dry throat.
"Okay, very funny. Ha-Ha! Now whoever this is you better fuckin' untie me!""Finally awake then?" Came a voice from the other side of the room. A female voice, one he thought he recognized but he couldn't be sure.
"Well it's about time. He's been sleeping for hours." A second female voice, this one he definitely knew. As Apollo gradually realized who both the voices belonged to, his face turned into that of shock causing him to mouth the words
'Oh Shit!'"Do you think he's figured it out yet, Lucy?" Asked the first girl.
"Oh, I dunno Sasha. He never was that bright to begin with." The pair then giggled to themselves, which only confirmed Apollo's worst nightmare; The two girls he'd been dating at the same time had found out about each other.
"Shit..." He said, resigning himself to the fact that we wasn't going to be able to force his way out of the restraints.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself, asshole?" Asked Lucy. She was a blonde, cheerleader-type of girl. Tall, leggy with some big, fake assets and a bigger attitude to boot. She would probably be the more vocal out of the two, but Apollo was more worried about Sasha.
"It's fine, Lucy, he doesn't need to explain himself. He just needs to understand his punishment." It was the way she joyfully expressed the word
'punishment' that perturbed him. Sasha was a raven-haired, short kind of girl. She was athletic in build but not from any normal sport. Sasha was a martial artist, like Apollo once was. She held several black-belts in different martial arts which had originally been the main attraction for him. But now it was a fact that had begun to scare him. Sasha was known for her brutality, a trait he had come to learn about during their many various sex sessions, where she'd always want to try out some radical new position or technique which would generally be considered far too rough for any normal girl, so now he could only wonder what she really meant when she said
'punishment'."Okay..." Apollo began, he needed to stay calm.
"Can we at least talk about this before you do anything fuckin' drastic?""Talk?! Are you kidding me?!" Sasha shouted suddenly, striding over to the bed but trying to conceal an object behind her back.
"I should cut your fucking balls off right now!" Then she revealed the object, one of his machetes- Sasha to be exact -which she pointed toward his nether regions.
"Woah Woah Woah! No drastic shit, let's think about this for a moment!" Apollo said, a sudden hint of worry in his voice.. Shouting was good for her to let off steam, but he'd need to steer her away from any crazy ideas, or at least pit Lucy against the idea of genital mutilation.
"Besides, do you know how much blood there is to clean up after you chop off a man's balls?""EW! No, no thank you! No blood! None! Can you not just beat him up a little?" Lucy cried instantly, her face contorting into a grimace as she imagined the scene.
"Or not at all, that would be pretty fuckin' great too.""Shut up, Apollo!" Sasha snapped. She then turned to Lucy,
"Fine, no blood. But there's nothing that says we can have a little fun now, is there?" With that, Apollo felt the cold burn of metal upon skin, placed down hard on his left thigh. He wasn't sure why, but just then the whole situation became suddenly more arousing than it should have been. Maybe it was the drugs still in his system?
Apollo had considered introducing the girls to each other many a time, but it had always ended badly whenever he'd imagined it. Now that the situation was actually happening, maybe there was a way he could come out of this unscathed? It would mean he'd have to appeal to both of them at the same time. Not an easy task, but one he was sure he could pull off. During his time spent thinking the girls had remained silent. Something had obviously garnered their attention.
"You're not...seriously turned on by this are you, Apollo?" Asked Lucy, a puzzled look filling her expression. Evidently, the arousal had been more than just in his mind.
"...I can't decide whether that's hot or just plain fucking sick." Stated Sasha, removing the machete from his thigh.
"Hey! I'm balls-out fuckin' naked, with two hot chicks - who I happen to have banged multiple times, by the way - threatening to inflict some kind of pain upon me. All whilst I'm tied to my own fuckin' bed. Tell me that shit don't sound kinky as fuck to you!" This was where he needed to be, he had her on the ropes now. Sasha was quite clearly the leader of the pair, which meant that Lucy would follow along with whatever Sasha decided. Except for the mutilation, of course.
"I mean is it such a bad thing that I've been dating the pair of you? We've done some pretty strange shit together and you both seem to get along well, couldn't we work this out?""You should have at least said something, instead of acting like a coward and hiding the truth from us. Then only letting us find out because you were too high on cocaine to remember which one of us you were supposed to be seeing last night." Replied Sasha, her grip on the machete tightened a little.
"I know, I should have. But I'm a fuckin' guy. We're useless at shit like that! Besides, you know now don't ya?" Apollo looked between the pair, a smile slowly growing on his face, yet hidden by his mask.
An Hour Later...
Apollo swaggered through the lobby of his apartment complex, dressed to kill in a pastel-pink linen suit and brown, leather loafers. His machetes remained hidden in their sheathes that were strapped to his hips. He whistled as he exited the building, waving to the security guard as he did so.
"Morning Jimbo!" "Morning kid! How'd it go with those two broads? I figured you'd be in a tight spot when they both turned up at the same time.""Phaha! Couldn't have gone better." Apollo exclaimed, giving a little wink before reaching his
Ferrari. Opening the door, Apollo quickly clambered in and started the ignition, appreciating the beautiful sound of the 4.9 liter V12 engine.
'First stop: Gear. Second: The Grotto.' He thought before lifting the clutch and powering off down the road.
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