Knots of RevengeTitus had waited long enough.Ever since Marc..
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Titus had waited long enough.
Ever since Marcel swapped out his protein powder with powdered milk, for two weeks straight, Titus knew payback had to be served… creatively.
The moment came on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Marcel was sprawled on the couch, resting, wearing nothing but gym shorts and a smug smile from winning their last sparring match. He didn’t hear Titus step in behind him.
“Hey, what” was all Marcel got out before Titus slipped a looped rope around his chest and yanked him back, expertly pinning his arms. A few practiced knots later, Marcel found himself trussed up on the floor, ankles and wrists bound, torso snug in soft hemp rope.
“Titus! What the hell?!”
“Oh, just returning the favor,” Titus purred, circling him like a predator with a grudge, and a plan. “You messed with my gains. Now I mess with yours.”
He crouched next to Marcel, brushing hair from his forehead, eyes glinting. “Ticklish, aren’t you?”
Marcel’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare!”
Too late. Fingers danced over his sides, slow and deliberate. Marcel squirmed, cursing and laughing, helpless in the ropes. Titus took his time, trailing his touch along the exposed skin, sometimes pausing to whisper mock sympathy.
“Aww, poor Marcel. Tied up and nowhere to go. You should’ve thought twice before messing with a man’s protein.”
“I’ll—get—you—back!” Marcel gasped between laughs.
Titus leaned in, grinning. “You’ll try. But for now…”
He tugged Marcel’s waistband slightly down, teasing a path with his fingertips. “I’m in control.”
And for the next hour, Titus made sure Marcel understood exactly what revenge felt like, one teasing touch at a time.
