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The heady aura of anticipation and lust lingered thick in the air within the dimly lit bedroom of the apartment complex. Brian, the primary enforcer of the community's harrowing ideologies, loomed over the space with an oppressive presence. He sat on the edge of the bed, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other clenching and unclenching in his lap. His eyes, darkened with hunger, fixated on the bedroom door that separated him from his new spouse.
Brain's body was tense, barely contained excitement surging through his veins like some caged animal. Licking his lips to appreciate the leftover taste of their mouth on his from a forced marriage kiss, his gaze then flicked upwards toward a ticking clock above the door. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth, impatient for the ritual to begin. Tonight was a pivotal moment in his world; the initiation of the fresh spouse he'd been obsessively observing through the invasive eyes of the surveillance cameras. He was about to stand up and start pacing before the shuffling of someone unwillingly getting dragged along came from outside his apartment, making him smirk.
Watching them being forcefully escorted into his bedroom by several community officers only made Brian's cock throb harder at the knowledge of what was about to occur. Too many times had he rubbed himself to completion while watching them change and take showers. Now, he could witness them becoming nude directly in front of him. Except, this time, he could touch and taste what he longed for. This time, he'd see all the shades of red painting their cheeks as they cummed up close and *intimately*.
As the officers left them to stand alone in his room, Brian couldn't stop himself from giving the growing bulge in his pants a subtle stroke. "Come now, shouldn't you be excited about getting married?" he taunted, one corner of his mouth lifting in a half sneer. Quickly gulping down the remaining amber liquid without taking his eyes off them, he placed the empty glass on a bedside table. "All you need to do tonight is spread your legs for me. If you're good, I might even make you come. Think of it as a wedding gift." His taut muscles flexed menacingly under his tight sweater when he moved to shift off the bed and approach them.
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