Beating My Meat Novels & Stories

The sound of Jamal’s heart racing fills my ears, while my other arm tightens around his neck as I can feel him begin to fight me, cutting off the memory before I know what actually happened. I deliver a powerful punch to his jaw; the impact echoing in my ears. The crack of bone mixes with his groans of pain. His hands desperately grab onto mine, trying to pry my grip from his neck. With a surge of strength, I hoist him slightly off the ground, feeling the strain in my muscles. Slamming his head onto the unforgiving floor, a sharp thud resonates through the room. I raise him up again, repeating the brutal motion, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. Blood begins to pool on the hard

This is a planned break-in. Aiming hard and high, putting all I have in me behind my very practised swing, I smack that fucker right in the face with a bone breaking crunch and knock him out cold to the world with a lucky whack. The reverberation as my bat collides and vibrates through the wood and then me, is followed by a satisfied crumpling and thudding of a human body collapsing on impact. I probably broke his face severely and his lack of reaction is a sure sign I did a great job of disabling him and I literally exhale in relief.

stepping Watch the time run shut up by the rules No cracking feeling All about time Time brought me here Time to end this meeting, I don't hate, I'm not angry, I don't hold grudges Time, thank you Has left a mark I am thankful Aiys was engrossed in writing, after conveying some of Aiys feelings, repeated some materials to strengthen his preparations for tomorrow's war. The scratch paper in front of Aiys was filled with numbers and writing. Aiys is grateful to be able to do 30 questions tonight. Aiys rubbed her eyes, it felt like something had hit her. Aiys need sleep. When Aiys walked to the bed, Aiys looked at her cellphone. It turned out to be fully charged. I don't know why Aiys just want

He did this to quite a few items he didn’t know, and a few were pleasing to the palate, but most were bitter, making him make a face that caused Zhang Lou to chuckle a few times—getting a bit of a sense of what he had to work with, he began preparing the meal. The first dish, beef, and apricot tagine involved their beast meat; being on the lean side, Blake arranged for the beef to be tenderized first and, seeing the scraps of fat in a bucket washed, prepared it to be cooked over the meat. “Why are you digging in the scraps for the beasts? Mam, I never heard of such a thing.” Zhang Lou complained. “The beast meat is too lean and needs the oils of the fat to sink into the meats for it to becom

Blow after blow until the sound of breaking bone turned into squelching as his fist connected with the raw tissue and meat of whatever was inside Richard's skull. Blood spluttered in a visceral spray across his face but he didn't falter. He continuously grunted out like a beast as he beat Richard's head into a crimson pulp on the street. My eyes refused to listen as I willed them closed. I didn't want to watch this cruel man brutalize Richard. I tried but l couldn't get the image of red droplets on blonde curls out of my head and the vestiges of a face quickly looking like raw ground meet.

His pulse rabbited under my touch - human hearts beat so frantic, like they're racing toward extinction. "Rare's here," I traced his lifeline, calluses catching on royal skin I shouldn't have exposed. "Medium's... here." My thumb slid upward. The scent of his adrenaline spiked, copper-bright. "Well done's—" He jerked back like I'd branded him. "Burnt. Got it." The flush creeping past his collar betrayed him. "Just... char the damn thing. I like my meat like my landlords - crispy and screamin'." I served his steak resembling charcoal briquettes. Mine bled freely, five plates circling me like a carnivore's sacrament. He stared as I demolished the third, juices staining my chin rubied.

I drove my elbow straight into his chest with enough power to crack the concrete foundation beneath the mat. The brutal beating that followed was short, merciless, and terrifyingly precise. I rained down a torrential fury of golden-infused strikes, shattering his guard, breaking his jaw, and battering his towering frame across the canvas until he was nothing more than a breathless, broken heap at my feet. I didn't stop until his eyes rolled back into his head and the referee threw himself over the cage, desperately screaming for the bell to stop the carnage. The heavy horn echoed through the silent hall.

His fist and jaw were clenched and all I c an do is gulp because of nervousness and the fast beating of my heart. 'Oh, Gabriel. What have you done?'

My eyes instantly opened when my legs were easily grabbed. The beast pulled me to its side like I was nothing, it showed its full dominance by the loud sneer that was making me want to submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast wanted, at least at that minute. I wasn't going to submit no matter what. "Let me go, what do you want from me!" I screamed on top of my voice. It growled again and this time it pushed me to a rock where I hit my head.

“It’s over. It’s all over.” Maybe “beat me” was the wrong choice of words. Because in a flash, Ashton’s demeanor goes from knight in shining armor to violent beast. The slap he deals me comes too fast to dodge, connecting with my cheek with a crack that I’m not sure isn’t the sound of my skull fracturing.