Beating My Meat Novels & Stories

"Dude, you've been training her for a month. The girl likes you. Why else would she drink that shit you make every morning? And no girl works out five days a week!" Christopher looked away. "Don't turn this into a game." He turned back to them with a cold look on his face. "This isn't a game." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was angry but unsure. Carlos stepped forward. "There is no bet. We're all routing for you, Beast. That's all. Just ask her out…or else." He looked at Carlos in confusion. The big man flexed his muscles. He was a foot shorter than Christopher. He looked at the other two guys. They were flexing their muscles, too.

I would never go that low, but he doesn't have to know that. I signal Ryan to give me the knife, he understands because he stands beside him, holding his head in place. Even the strongest of men shake when they realise, they are helpless. Gripping my knife in my hand, I lean closely pointing the pointed tip around the man's eyeball. The bastard's screams intensify as my knife digs deeper, cutting around the inner edges of his eyelids.

He still didn’t stop and only adjusted to accommodate me on the floor. He went on eating me till I was shaking vigorously, and he still didn’t stop. He went on for about five minutes more, and I just kept shaking and screaming… Asher had just beaten his own record because that was damn intense… my brain couldn’t even process the amount of enjoyment I had. It was mindblowing and my body felt like it would explode any second… “You should clean up, baby,” he finally said while I just laid there on the floor, unable to talk or even lift a finger.

Turning it on, I watch the spark in fascination, pressing the button just to hear the buzz. “I hope this hurts like a bitch,” I growl, shoving the instrument into the meaty portion of his thigh, his limbs writhing in pain. Removing the cattle prod, I pick another spot. I continue until he vomits and passes out from the pain, relishing every second of his misery.

My heart is beating so fast, it is like a hummingbird in my chest. He growls as the whip swings down, and I scream from the shock, enjoying the pain but waiting for more. As the whip swings down again, I hear the sound of the air around it. I scream as it hits, leaving a sting, not enough to make me want him to stop, but it hurts slightly.

Beatrice asked, after swallowing the meat in her mouth. “That I kissed my boss or had something more to do with him?” Beatrice inquired from Mia, who staring at her amusingly. “Yeah,” Mia shrugged, smirking at Beatrice, who shook her head in frustration. 'I shouldn't have let this pest follow me home,' Beatrice thought to herself, tearing the flesh of the chicken with her teeth and began chewing on it. “So, by chance did you two kiss?” Mia questioned and Beatrice's eyes widened. “No!” She spewed out some meat in her mouth and quickly cover her mouth with one of her hands and the other hand was on her chest, trying to stop herself from choking.

I eyed the piece of meat on my plate before lifting the knife and cutting into it harshly, releasing my bottled-up rage toward the fucking evil monster sitting in front of me. That's right, Raegan. Do not show him that you're afraid. Be fucking strong and find a way out.

“Grab two more warriors.” “Yes.” No questions. No hesitation. He turns and barks out a couple of names, and within moments they’re moving with us back toward the butchery. When we step inside, Bea barely glances up. She’s in her zone. Knives flash in her hands, movements precise and efficient as she separates muscle from bone, sorts cuts with an almost reverent care. There’s a rhythm to her—step, slice, pivot, set aside—that speaks of long practice and deep understanding. Not just of anatomy, but of respect for the animal itself.

So, I placed the bat high above my head and began hitting the remaining rubble, breaking the cottage into a million pieces. The whole time, my blood was pumping with adrenaline, fueling my rage. The music dictated my pace, and each baseball bat strike was perfectly timed with the drums. I felt eyes on me, not only Easton leaning against the hood and cheering me on but, most of all, those who decided to humiliate us like this.

"What's wrong, Daphne?" "Nothing. Nothing." I felt nervous and uncomfortable. This impulse of passion came out of the blue while I was having a serious conversation with Asher. "How about we have lunch? Are you hungry?" "Don't take me to your weird recommendations. I just want to eat nearby." "How about we have lunch at EatMeat?" EatMeat is a restaurant that serves various steaks with meat from various countries. Horse meat is the most favored menu there. A five-star meat restaurant is nearby. It's in the hotel and mall area. A good choice.