U Belong 2 Me (AllThingsCuddly & TNT)

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Scenario Specifics

WHO:
Cade Valentine & Augustus Black

Mateo "Matt" Martinez, Hunter Valentine & Bradford "Brad" Dumont



WHAT:
Pretty Much Anything!

WHEN:
A Random Friday Evening in the Winter of 2019 until...

WHERE:
Club Omnia

Exterior of Club Omnia

Level 1 Floorplan

Level 2 Floorplan

Main Entry on Level 1

Main Performance Space on Level 1

Main Bar on Level 1

A View of Level 1 from Level 2

VIP Booths & Bar on Level 2

Outdoor Terrace on Level 2

WHAT, PART 2: Cade's Attire, Private Helicopter & Limited-Edition Vanquish

OUTERWEAR
Versace, Full-Length Black Fox Fur w. Leather Trim & Satin Lining
White Silk & Cashmere Blend Scarf
Black Leather Driving Gloves w. Gold Snaps (L & R, Outer Coat Pockets)
Monogrammed Gold Flask Filled w. Jack Daniels (Left, Inner Coat Pocket)

FORMAL ATTIRE
Tom Ford, Double-Breasted, Double-Vented, Black & Gold Velvet Tuxedo Jacket w. Shawl Collar
Tom Ford, Satin-Lined, Satin-Striped Tuxedo Pants
Boss, Fitted, White Dress Shirt w. Spread Collar & French Cuffs
Tom Ford, Hand-Tied, Black & Gold Satin Bow Tie
Black Silk Suspenders w. Gold Clasps
Gold Silk Herringbone Pocket Square

SHOES & UNDERGARMENTS
Black & Gold Velvet Dress Pumps
Black Silk Over-the-Calf Dress Socks
Versace, Black & Gold Satin & Mesh Briefs

JEWELRY & OTHER
4 Gold & Onyx Shirt Studs & 2 Matching Cufflinks
1 Rolex, Gold, Onyx & Diamond Watch (Left Wrist)
1 Monogrammed Gold & Onyx Pinky Ring (Left Hand)
1 Gold Herringbone Bracelet (Right Wrist)
1 Gold, Onyx & Diamond Bracelet (Right Wrist)
1 Gold Herringbone Necklace
1 Gold & Diamond Money Clip w. ID, Centurion AmEx & $2000 (Left Pants Pocket)
1 Supreme Goldstriker iPhone w. Novelty Travel Case (Left, Inner Jacket Pocket)

GROOMING
1 Trojan, Magnum, Bareskin, Lubricated Condom (Rear Pants Pocket)
1 Gold Double-Sided Dispenser w. Lip Balm & Breath Mints (Right, Inner Jacket Pocket)
1 Travel Bottle of Aramis Cologne (Right, Inner Coat Pocket)
1 Gold & Bone Compact Hair Comb (Right Pants Pocket)

Everything about Cade Valentine was large.

From his extremely muscular, six-foot-four physique to his commanding personality that typically dominated whatever room he was in, there was nothing even remotely small about the imposing man. Even his family jewels had an impressive reputation for being legendarily massive, in more ways than one. Bottom line, it would be a challenge for even a blind person to miss him, that's just how striking he was, on so many levels. Therefore, as he strode into Club Omnia, dressed better than a Milan-based runway model on steroids, all eyes were, without a doubt, on him, and if they weren't, they soon would be, as members of the staff and patrons alike would begin to subtly - and, well, blatantly - whisper to one another about "that man."

And why exactly was someone of Cade's caliber out prowling on a Friday night, hitting the clubs like any other mere mortal?

Simply put, charity.

In an effort to make Cade appear more relatable, more approachable - seeing that most people found him to be far too intimidating, especially once they experienced him in person - his personal assistant felt compelled to sign the man up for one of those auctions where men and women put themselves up on the block so that someone else could "Win an evening with...fill-in-the-blank!" Being one of thee most eligible bachelors in the world - or so People magazine kept telling everyone for the last decade - he was indeed an obvious choice for such a high-profile, social event. Not only would a large portion of the proceeds go to several well-respected children's organizations, which always went over well with fans, but many of those in attendance would garner themselves a memorable evening, with an equally memorable VIP, sometime in the near future.

For the right price, of course.

Fully aware that the demand would be high for him, Cade made an arrangement with the event's coordinator that essentially ensured him that he would be going home on her beautiful arm and not some desperate freak's instead. While the entire evening was indeed a lovely idea on paper, in practice, it could easily become an uncomfortable nightmare, at least for those who were being auctioned off. Once you started to involve individuals who were not of the same mindset and, even more importantly, not of the same stature, the enjoyment factor began to quickly diminish. Because even though the event was an invite-only sort of affair, there somehow always managed to be more than a few unsavory individuals in the mix.

Yes, even the rich and famous had their fair share of undesirable dregs.

Shocking, right?

Anyway. Thankful that he had the good sense to take care of himself well in advance, upon entering the club, Cade simply made his way over to the main bar on the lower level, feeling more than a little relaxed and, to be perfectly honest, a tad bit cocksure, instead of worried in the least that he would find himself bound to some deplorable wretch. Not even taking the time to check his tremendous, newly acquired, fur coat, which sat proudly upon his tuxedo-clad, broad shoulders like the cloak of some newly-minted king ready to claim his kingdom, he simply soaked in the sights and sounds of his surroundings and made the most of the limited time he had, for he had no intention of sticking around for the entire evening.

He would mix and mingle for about forty-five minutes, he would strut his stuff and sell himself off, all in the name of charity, and then he would leave, ensuring that the clutch of reporters waiting outside, just beyond the velvet ropes, got their shots and their scoop.

All in all, this was going to be one of the easiest evenings for him to garner a ton of press.

Little did Cade know, it would all be bad.

Horribly and humiliatingly so.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Growing up on the streets of New York had taught Augustus one thing at least, never show weakness. Weakness on the streets was likely to get you killed, or worse. He spent so long feeling powerless, the unwanted son of a whore that was abandoned at the young age of five, that when he managed to prove himself and get a full-ride scholarship to Harvard, he promised himself that he would never let himself feel weak again. He graduated at the top of his class and was quickly snatched up by a large and impressive firm in New York. After only two years at Van Dyke and Hardman, Augustus had made a name for himself and was offered a junior partnership. Accepting it greedily, he spent another two years working his ass off to prove he deserved more than just junior partner. When he was passed over for senior partner at the beginning of his third year he decided to turn his attention elsewhere.

A man named Giovanni Hedgerow offered Augustus a job in the fast-past field of investment banking and Augustus jumped ship at Van Dyke and Hardman without a second thought. Soon he realized that he was like a hungry shark in bloody water within investment banking. He had a mind for business and before long he had acquired enough money not only to dominate in his field but to buy out Van Dyke and Hardman and rename it Black International. As the name implied, he began expanding the firm to true international status, maintaining executive rights of the company while letting others do the actual lawyer part.

The hardest part with all his success was maintaining his anonymity. Augustus prized secrets and what he valued most was his privacy. When Times Magazine wanted to showcase him as one of the wealthiest bachelors of the age, he declined to be interviewed and refused to sign the agreement that allowed them to release his name. When the New York Times tried to run an article about him buying out Van Dyke and Hardman, he bribed the reporters to only write about the buy out and not mention his name. When they started getting more nosy he bought out the paper and gave orders that his name was never to make it into the papers.

This didn’t prevent him from being known, of course. Other investment bankers knew him, if only by reputation. His reputation was that of a ruthless man that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted and would smite down any that wronged him without a second thought. Being the secretive man that he was, no one knew anything about his private life, and that’s just how he liked it.

During a party for… Something, Augustus went to so many parties it was hard to keep track of what they were for, he met a man named Cade Valentine. The second Augustus laid eyes on the tall, muscular man he had known he wanted him. Something about the cocksure attitude he had made Augustus’ loins ache for him. When he tried to introduce himself, however, Cade had assumed he was part of the wait staff and ordered him to fetch him a drink, not sparing two seconds to look at him. Desire for his body began to turn to a need to put the man in his place.

That’s why he had cooked up this whole evening, as a trap for Cade Valentine.

Club Omnia had already been a very popular venue when Augustus started making his plans. During the planning process over five years ago, the Hakkasan Group had been looking for investors in their night club and Augustus had stepped up to the plate. After investing a substantial amount of money to get the place started, it had been easy to convince them to sell the place to him six months ago. He had left the entire staff in tact, allowing them to continue operating as usual, choosing to change nothing but ownership. As the new owner, however, he did reserve special rights. One of those was the option to organize special events at the venue.

After three months of planning, Augustus himself had approached Cade Valentine’s personal assistant. He had bribed the man with a large sum of money to get him to convince Cade to attend this high-end auction. There were other celebrities, of course, but the only one that Augustus truly cared about was Cade. The man had agreed readily enough and signed the contract without fully reading it, something that would come back to bite him tonight. After accepting, however, he had asked Rodney (the man Augustus had put in charge of organizing this event) to ensure that he’d be going home on the arm of a gorgeous woman. How cute. Augustus told Rodney to make his assurances and even do what he needed to make Cade believe he was upholding his end, at least right up until the last moment when Augustus himself would make his bid.

Now, after months of planning, his goals were coming together. Augustus was nothing if not a patient man and so he didn’t mind having to wait for his prey to come to him. Now that he was here, however, he was ready to dig his claws in.

His eyes watched his VIP guest enter and walk through the throng of people to the bar. Tilting his head to the side to pop his neck, Augustus took a breath and delved into the crowd. Wearing the white suit he was, he stood out more than most. The blacklights made him glow as he pressed through the throng of nicely dressed individuals. When he finally got to the bar, he leaned against it, looking Cade over. Then, in a smooth, deep voice he said, “Coat check is mandatory in Club Omnia, Mr. Valentine. I would be happy to have someone take that Versace of yours.”

Also standing at 6’ 4”, Augustus was one of the few men that could stand toe to toe with Cade and look him in the eyes. Brown eyes studied his prey as he smiled, waiting for a reply. Would the man again mistake him for a staff member?

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Initially content with killing as much time as possible at the bar, before selling himself off like some common, corner-bought whore at midnight, Cade began to wonder if a private booth would've served him better, for the longer he stood amongst the less privileged and, it seemed, utterly desperate, the more he had to deflect their unwanted advances.

The first assault on his privacy came in the form of a drink being sent over, which the bartender informed him was "from the redhead on the end." Giving both the brightly-colored beverage and the equally lurid lady no more than a casual side glance - neither of which appealed to him in the least and it clearly showed on his ruggedly handsome face, downturned lips and all - Cade proceeded to decline the second-rate cocktail, not daring, for even a moment, to soil either his refined palate or his carefully cultivated reputation.

Neither were worth it.

The second invasion was similar to the first; however, this time it came with a note attached to it, a note that appeared to be written with a surprisingly heavy hand. On the verge of questioning the bartender, Cade stopped himself short as the server simply cast his eyes in the general direction of the other end of the bar where a young, cocksure-looking guy sat perched like a preening peacock. Ignoring the note - which offered both the man's name and number - Cade gingerly picked up the drink with one of his impeccably manicured hands and proceeded to spit in it. Was it a crass gesture? It most surely was, but it was well worth it, for it clearly conveyed his disgust over being approached in such a manner.

By a man, nonetheless.

Placing the tainted drink back down, Cade proceeded to use his now free hand to carefully unearth his diamond encrusted Rolex from beneath the fine layers of the crisp sleeves of his fitted formal attire. Only twenty minutes had passed since he entered this dive and already he was ready to leave. How much longer would he have to play this little game? His assistant had assured him that the auction would take place early on in the evening and that it would be over in a timely manner. This was...

Suddenly feeling the eyes of another on him, more closely than any other dared, Cade shifted his gaze from the glittering face of his watch to the oversized mirror behind the bar. He had no intention of making eye contact with this individual; however, they, on the other hand, felt compelled to speak directly to him, even though they hadn't been granted permission.

"I don't exactly do mandatory," he firmly replied, in an equally deep voice that could easily be heard over the growing crowd, as he kept his eyes fixed on the man's reflection, assessing his place in the world, which, from his comments, seemed to be that of service, regardless of the formal way he was dressed and, to be quite honest, the proud way he carried himself.

Seeing no reason to offer the man more than those few words - for his tone left no room for negotiation in the matter - Cade shifted his attention once more as he proceeded to withdraw his iPhone from the satin-lined, inner pocket of his double-breasted jacket, which hugged his hulking upper torso just so. Waking the device with a single glance, seeing that it had facial recognition, he casually carried on with the business of shooting his assistant an unsavory text, pointedly expressing his displeasure over being talked into such an event.

If the man remained, Cade took no notice.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

As expected, Cade was short and brisk with Augustus. This time, however, he held all the cards, Cade just hadn't realized it yet. Glancing around, Augustus noticed that the bartender had busier himself on the other end of the bar, making sure to avoid eye contact with his employer. Mr. Black was known by the entirety of the staff here at Club Omnia and they all knew that he had a short temper and even shorter patience. He did not tolerate mistakes and her certainly didn't like the staff to address him unless necessary.

With a sigh of feigned irritation, Augustus set a hand on Cade's shoulder, giving a slight jerk to force him to turn around to face him. His other hand grasped the other man's iPhone and pulled it away. "As the proprietor of this establishment, I have every right to detain or dismiss any person or persons within the boundaries that do not follow the rules or regulations." He took his hand off the other male and set the iPhone onto the counter with a 'click' noise.

"Now, Mr. Valentine, you have three options. Option one, you hand over your cheap coat," this part he said with a hint of disdain, making a jab at the man's clothing while trying to make his point. "I will have it checked and you can retrieve it at the end of the evening. Option two, I have you detained in one of our holding rooms until the auction. Seeing as you are sitting here avoiding socializing, this may be viewed as a reward so I will assure you that you will not be alone and you will not enjoy the company." Augustus straightened a little, using both hands to smooth his suit. Already eyes were turned on them, watching the two men with eager anticipation.

When Augustus pressed uncomfortably close to Cade to reach passed him and pick up the first colorful drink he had been given, many of their way hint audience began to whisper. The bartender stopped what he was doing to watch, his eyes on the drink in Augustus' hand. "Option three, I have security escort you from the premises." He took a small sip of the colorful concoction than shook his head, "Ghastly." He commented and out of the corner of his eye he noticed the bartender pale. Turning to look at the man he gave him a rare smile. "It's not you, it's mixed perfectly, I just can't stand these fru fru things." At his words the man visible relaxed. Augustus returned his attention to his prey leaned into the counter again, picking up the second, sullied drink. "Of course, I could just do this instead..."

Carefully and deliberately, he poured both drinks over the back and shoulders of the fine Versace, taking care not to spill any on the tux underneath or the man's skin, he still had to be presentable for the auction after all. "Oops. How clumsy of me. I am sincerely sorry for the mess. Shall I take your coat to be dry cleaned?"

Setting both the glasses down on the bar, he leaned close to whisper into the other male's ear, "How carefully did you read the contract you signed regarding this evening?"

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Cade's nostrils flared as the man dared to touch him. This was quickly followed by his eyes flashing wider as he was forcibly and, to his surprise, easily turned against his will. This man not only had sizable balls for making such a bold - and rather stupid - move, but a strength that his slim form - at least compared to Cade's thickly muscled body - seemed to keep well concealed within the fine lines of his pristine white, formal attire.

On the verge of emitting a growl, which would more than likely be followed up by a series of colorful threats that the outraged man would have no problem executing, even in such a public space, only the animalistic sound escaped his thick lips as his cellular device was swiftly plucked from his hand, only to be purposefully placed on the bar next to him. For reasons unknown, he was suddenly being treated like an unruly thug or, worse still, like some petulant teen who needed to be chastised for misbehaving in public.

Initially not paying much attention to the drivel that was spewing out of the man's mouth, the word cheap being flung at Cade and, more pointedly, at his designer coat that actually cost him a small fortune - twenty-five thousand, if he recalled correctly - certainly did the trick to bring both his words and his intentions into stark focus. Cade wasn't being randomly picked upon by some overworked, underpaid bouncer on a power trip, he was purposefully being targeted by the owner himself.

Wanting to ask what exactly he had done to garner such a honor - in the most sarcastic way possible - he actually held his forked tongue, curious to see just how far this alpha wannabe would go. Patrons were watching now - watching and whispering amongst themselves, to be more precise - so if he was going to establish himself as someone not to be messed with, now was the perfect moment to do so, regardless of the fact that he had selected, quite possibly, the worst individual in the club, if not the world, to use as an example.

Continuing to listen in silence as the man more or less performed - because why else would he be dragging out such a trivial thing as Cade not checking his coat - the larger of the two men found himself expelling yet another deep grunt as his personal space was rudely invaded. Standing less than a foot apart now, Cade took the opportunity to soak in all of the details of the man's smug face he would more than likely be rearranging with his bare hands before the night was over. It would be a shame, really, given that the guy had been granted some fairly attractive genes, but, alas, he would soon be breathing out of his...

"What the fuck?" Cade suddenly blurted - no, snarled - as not just one, but both of the previously declined drinks were purposefully poured across his broad, fur-encased shoulders and then down upon his equally broad back.

Red.

All Cade was now seeing was red - a shade not unlike the blood he would soon be spilling, faster than the two drinks that were being emptied upon his sumptuous coat - and had it not been for that moment of stunned disbelief, that moment that afforded the asshole the opportunity to utter one more veiled threat, he would've started striking him down where he stood, but, instead, he found himself being held firmly in place by two of those aforementioned, power-hungry goons that served both this establishment and this idiot, without question, nor hesitation.

"How dare you?" he spat now, as he struggled in their firm hold, all the while glaring at the monster in charge of this circus. “Do you really know who you’re messing with?”

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Brad and Matt exchanged looks. They had seen Mr. Black heading for the bar and they recognized that look on his face. He was planning something and they both knew from first-hand experience that when he had that look, there was often plenty of trouble following. The two burly men didn't work for Club Omnia, oh no. They were Mr. Black's personal bodyguards. They accumpanied him everywhere and were well aware of his antics. So when they saw who he was talking to, they moved in closer, just waiting for things to escalate. Sure enough their employer did something that would make any man irate. When Mr. Black poured the two drinks over Mr. Valentine, Matt and Brad moved in and soon held the man in place before he could swing on their employer.

Seeing the look in Cade's eyes caused quite a stir in Augustus' pants. The combined look of utter disbelief that anyone would be this ballsy with him, horror at the ruination of his nice coat, and rage at the man that had dared such an act was almost orgasmic bliss for the ex-lawyer. Breathing in deeply through his nose, Augustus took in the smells, sights and sounds around him. It had gone remarkably quiet in their little corner. The music was as loud as ever but all eyes were on them. The crowds were pressing together to watch the exchange. Some clearly wanted to see Cade put in his place, others were favoring him. None dared to speak. The air smelled of alcohol and now wet fur, dozens of perfumes intermixing, sweat and even hints of sexual arousal. The smell could only be described as one thing, a nightclub. Anyone that frequented nightclubs would recognize the scent.

"The question is, Mr. Valentine," Augustus said, continuing to address his prey in a confident and loud, yet respectful manner, "Do you know who you are dealing with?" Even if his goons weren't holding his prey in place, Augustus wouldn't fear the man. What was there to fear? He was just another large brute when it came down to it. Augustus hadn't gotten this far in life without surviving a few fights. Hell, he grew up on the streets of New York, he knew how to take down men larger than him. His body might not be as muscled or broad at the man standing before him but what Augustus had was speed and agility. Sure one of Cade's punches were likely yo knock him the fuck out, but he had to actually hit for that to happen.

No, the only reason for Matt and Brad to secure Cade was for Augustus to make an example out of the burly man. To humiliate him. There was no doubt in his mind that by the time he was through with Cade, the man would want to crawl under a rock and hide. "Mr. Nicholson." He said and the bartender looked up in surprise, wondering how the man knew his name. "Your bottle opener, good sir."

"Uhn, yeah boss. I mean, yes sir...?" Clearly the man was still quite confused. Though he did as asked and held out the bottle opener for Augustus, who took it in his right hand, never taking his eyes off of Cade.

"Still not removing your coat, I see." Augustus said with a smooth tone of voice. "Let me guess, you have no intention of doing so?" Even if the man's arms were free he was fairly certain that Cade would not be removing the coat. "It's hand-sewn, unless I'm very much mistaken, yes?" He ran a hand over the soft fur, looking directly into Cade's eyes. "Oh, yes. I can see how much care went into the production of this... It's a shame, really." Glancing at Matt, who was holding Cade's right arm, Augustus gave a slight nod and the man increased his hold, ensuring Cade could not get away.

The bottle openers at Club Omnia were multi-purposed tools. Upon acquiring the facility one of the things Augustus had done was see to it that every one of the old tools were replaced by these Swiss army knife bottle openers. They were quite useful. Each of the wait staff were given one with their name engraved into it so if there were ever any incidents revolving around them, they knew who to blame. Mr. Black might be a hard man to work with but the rewards for working for him were great in number. He paid better than most competitors, gave yearly raises, paid vacations, had great health plans and tried to make every employee feel valued. He was also a lost harsher when it came to background checks and interviewing processes.

Flipping open one of the metal utensils on the bottle opener, he revealed a small little hooked blade. Anyone familiar with the sewing industry would recognize it as a seam ripper. The corners of Augustus' lips curled ever so slightly as he leaned forward, one hand on the fur coat Cade wore. Easily locating the seam that held the sleeve of the coat to the main body, he slid the small blade between two stitches. There was a small 'pop' noise as the seam snapped. With Matt holding firm to the arm, there was enough tension that a few more stitches popped quickly after. Augustus closed the bottle opener but kept it in his right hand while one finger of his left hand wiggled into the newfound hole. He began to pull, slowly at first, allowing a few more stitches to pop open, then when he was able to slide two more fingers in, he tore at the fine fur with a powerful yank. The resulting rending sound seemed loud in the silent room. It was only then that it became obvious that the music had stopped. All eyes were on the two men at the bar.

Without pausing to give Cade time to try and wiggle free from his captors, Augustus opened the bottle opener again. This time he used the seam ripper to pop enough stitches at once to go straight to being able to tear at the sleeve. Taking a step back, he folded the bottle opener closed again but slid his fingers through the four finger holes and then wrapped his hand around the wooden handle, a small sheath of metal wrapping around his knuckles. Many of the wait staff were forced into situations where they were forced to break up fights before bouncers could push their way through the throng. Augustus wanted them properly armed to defend themselves and metal knuckles did the job quite nicely. So far only one person had ever had to use it and Augustus had backed the man with his own lawyers when the patron had tried to sue him. Needless to say the patron lost. Most patrons knew to respect the wait staff as much as the bouncers now.

With a nod of his head, Matt and Brad pulled at the same time. In one last tearing sound, both sleeves of the once nice coat were ripped clean off Cade, leaving him standing in a shin-length fur vest. The move, however, freed him from the large burly security guards, leaving him available to attack Augustus if he so chose. Augustus readied himself, silver knuckled right hand behind him to prevent Cade from seeing it until the last minute in case he needed it.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Who was Cade dealing with? Well, from the look and sound of it, a complete and utter, top-notch asshole, who required the help of hired muscle to achieve his goals. Although, from Cade's experience, assholes of this caliber often had a way of getting what they wanted, with or without the assistance of others. Cade knew this all too well, because he too could easily slip into such an unsavory persona, if or when he craved something bad enough.

And right now, his desire to beat the crap out of this guy, this perfectly good stranger, was actually growing by the minute.

How dare he target Cade, in such a public setting, without any warning or, more importantly, a clearly defined reason? Was he just aiming high, starting with the biggest bull in the pen? Because Cade was certainly in a class by himself, and if this guy actually managed to break him, to knock him down a peg or two, everyone else would more or less fall in line, clearly understanding that the owner of this establishment wasn't taking shit from anyone.

That being said, there was also the slim chance that they had actually crossed paths before and that Cade had somehow wronged him - hence the outright mistreatment - but he was fairly certain that he would've remembered going up against such an arrogant prick. Men like him, like them, weren't easily forgotten, unless...

"I'm sorry, but should I actually know who you are?" Cade questioned, in a tone and with an expression that was clearly meant to be disparaging, belittling even, as they held each others gaze.

But no reply was given, no deeper explanation offered. No, instead, he simply carried on with his personal agenda of making an example out of Cade; however, instead of doing so in a swift and efficient manner, he was going to drag the process out, ensuring that the moment wasn't lost on anyone. He could've already had him carted off, ejected even, if he felt the need, but instead, the show, this little performance of his, was going to go on and, from the looks of it, it was going to be taken to a whole new level.

Watching now as he boldly brandished the bartender's lethal looking opener, Cade, for just a heartbeat - perhaps two - actually felt a pang of worry for his own well-being. Yet, not but a moment more did it become painfully obvious where this was going or, more specifically, how such a tool was going to be employed.

"Don't...you...dare," he found himself pointedly muttering, just after the already vice-like grip on his powerful arms became more firm and a comment was made in regard to the high quality of his coat.

Having the expensive garment soiled in liquor was one thing - such damage could easily be washed away with a quick visit to the dry cleaners - but having it deconstructed, having it ruined beyond repair - which is exactly what was happening as seams were methodically popped, but then viciously pulled apart - was something else entirely! It was insanity! Hell, it was absolutely ludicrous, and had it not been happening to him, Cade probably would've laughed in the guy's face, for it was an unimaginable absurdity to handle such a seemingly mundane situation like this. But no, this was indeed happening, and it was happening to him, and he was furious about it!

The red that Cade had been seeing just moments before was now showing clearly in his face as his blood began to boil. The phrase 'hot under the collar' certainly applied, and then some, so much so, that when the last hand-crafted stitch finally gave and both sleeves were violently torn free - satin lining and all - the seething man within the now ruined garment snapped!

Lunging forward, in a fit of rage, Cade grabbed for the guy, clearly forgetting that he was still armed with the very tool that had undone both his coat and, in turn, his cool demeanor. Wanting nothing more than to get his hands on the monster, he reached for him...

And failed.

Forgetting also that there was a puddle of liquor on the floor - a surprisingly sizable one given the fact that his plush coat had managed to soak up a good deal of the spilled liquid - Cade's velvet dress pumps easily slid upon the slick surface, sending him slamming into the nearby bar, instead of in the desired direction he had been initially aiming for. Letting slip a grunt and then a deep groan as his thick body made full contact with the edge of the unmoving counter, Cade felt not only the pain of hitting it hard, mid-section, but the embarrassment of hitting it at all.

What the fuck was going on here? When did he, Cade Valentine, become the butt of a bad joke?

Spotting his cell, just a few inches from where he landed, he grabbed for it before making a move to turn himself around. People were laughing now, not with him, as they typically did, but at him, which only served to infuriate him even more so. And as much as he wanted to stand his ground, to beat the crap out of anyone within his immediate vicinity, a small voice in the back of his head told him to get the hell out while the getting was good.

This was only going to get worse.

A lot worse.

"Fuck you, this club, AND this auction," he growled, as he pushed himself away from the bar and began to make his way towards the nearest exit. "You'll be swimming in a lawsuit before this night is over!" he spat over his still fur-encased shoulder, forgetting, for just a moment, about the undone state of his once stunning outerwear, as he proceeded to storm off.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

I'm sorry, but should I actually know who you are? The words only served to stoke Augustus' cold anger. He already knew the man had blown him off and probably never thought about him again, but hearing those words fanned his need for revenge.

Though what came next was priceless. Cade went to swing on him but instead slipped on the puddle of liquor and fell hard against the bar. "Oh, that looks like it hurt." Augustus said with a laugh and watched the man's face twist from anger to humiliation and back. Oh, he was irate. "That puddle is quite dangerous, something should be done about it." He said with a grin and was about to reach for the man's scarf when Cade turned and snapped at him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bartender pick up a day but he just held up a hand to tell him not to bother. "Of course you are welcome to leave, Mr. Valentine, but I will expect your million dollar check on my desk in the morning." He called after the man, enjoying the sudden silence again. "Of course, if you don't want to write a check, a wire transfer will do."

Now that would get Cade's attention for sure. A million dollars was a lot, even for a man like Cade Valentine. "'Article 3, Section 7: If a participant of the auction leaves before the auction begins, he or she will forfeit one million dollars in compensation for backing out of the contract.' One way or another, the charity will be getting a sizable donation on your behalf."

Augustus crossed his arms over his chest, smirking. "File a lawsuit if you must, but it will do you no good. I will file a counter suit for breech of contract and you'll find that I have more claim than you do. 'Section 4, Article 2: All participants of the auction understand and accept that any publicity, attention or fame garnered from this event, whether positive or negative, are herein covered by the contract of consent and no action may be taken against Club Omnia, its owner, employees or any patron within the establishment on the night of the auction, before, during or after the event in question.'" His smooth lawyer speak rolled from his tongue as though it were second nature.

Augustus took slow, measured steps after Cade and spoke more quietly so that only Cade would hear this time. "Your contract is Rock solid, boy," he sneered with a smirk. The derogatory remark would sting all the more since the two were so close in age. "I should know, I wrote it. If you back out, you owe one million dollars... No matter what harm may befall you or your clothing this evening. So what'll it be, one million dollars or a night of complete humiliation?"

At this point, Cade might be able to lie to himself. Perhaps he could tell himself that Augustus had chosen to make an example of Cade, loudly quoting the contract so that any other participants not the auction would hear and understand the risks of either backing out of trying to hold Club Omnia responsible for any humiliation that may be endured tonight.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Being a tall man, Cade's long legs typically did an excellent job of eating up ground in a timely manner; however, because he had just made a fool of himself and because the asshole was still rambling on at him, albeit at his diminishing backside, his steps quickly transitioned from swift to a bit more measured. There was no point in him risking another misstep and, regardless of the fact that he wanted to get the hell out of this place as quickly as possible, the drivel pouring out of the guy's mouth was sounding more and more like something he should actually be paying attention to.

One million dollars wasn't exactly something he wanted to part with without having a very valid reason, although, his reputation wasn't up for the taking either.

Pausing now, just on the threshold between the main floor of the club and the front lobby, Cade proceeded to text the very person who had not only encouraged him to do this event, but had reviewed the contract on his behalf. He wanted answers and he wanted them now, and his assistant was going to give them to him. He needed a copy of the contract sent to his device this very minute, no questions asked. If what this man was saying was true, Cade was screwed.

Royally screwed.

In more ways than one, he would come to discover.

Waiting for the document, Cade stood his ground. At this point he had gone back to half-listening, half-watching the screen of his cell, but when the prick had the nerve to toss the word boy at him, he nearly exploded; however, one glaring glance over his broad shoulder and it became all too obvious that everyone, every single person in the club, was now watching and waiting, probably wondering when a physical altercation would breakout.

Well fuck them and this douchebag. Cade wasn't going to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing him come undone any more than he already had. It was going to take a lot more than trashing his coat to bring him to his knees. Besides, he had been smart enough to make arrangements in advance, ones he still believed would hold true, so even if he was obligated to participate in this ordeal, he would still come out on top.

Wouldn't he?

Well of course he would. He was Cade Valentine.

Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to his cell just as it lit up with a reply from his soon-to-be-unemployed assistant. Reading it, he expelled that same breath that he'd been subconsciously holding, lowering his exposed, tuxedo-clad arm that held the device as he did. Like it or not, he was here to stay for the duration of the evening, and already knowing this to be true, the two goons were on him once again, taking him firmly by his arms and marching him away from the lobby and back inside the club. Another minute more and the three were standing where this all began, bar-side, not too far from the puddle and, well, the now carelessly discarded sleeves of his luxurious coat, which still hung, somewhat awkwardly, from his broad shoulders.

What now? he couldn't help but wonder, as he waited for the man to saunter his smug-looking ass back over to him.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

When Cade stopped in the doorway, Augustus knew he had won. The man pulled out his phone and sent a text to someone, making Augustus smile. Score one for him. Matt and Brad were already on the burly man, dragging him back towards the bar. Tucking the bottle opener into his inside suit pocket, he turned to watch his prey being dragged back.

Smiling ever so slightly, an unusually common occurrence tonight, and reached down to button the one too button of his tuxedo, smoothing the white material.

Taking his time, he took slow, measured strides back to the bar, clearly in no hurry. When he reached the spot he'd been standing before, he looked over Cade, wondering where to start. "Who were you texting Mr. Valentine, was that by chance Nick? Did you ever ask him who it was that approached him about this opportunity in the first place? Go on, ask him. Ask him the name of the man that approached him for this charity event."

He hadn't even offered up his own name at this point so it wouldn't mean much. "By the way, since I failed to introduce myself before, my name is Augustus Black, but you can call me Mr. Black." Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around the white will and Cashmere scarf, slowly pulling it off. "First we need to deal with this mess..." He dropped the scarf into the puddle on the floor and then reached out with his foot, slowly grinding the expensive material into the liquid.

With a nod to his two burly bodyguards, the men gripped tightly onto Cade's arms. Augustus gripped the edge of the right of Cade's coat-turned-vest and opened it up. His hand reached out and wrapped around the hard square pocket. With a wink at Cade, he gave a yank and heard the satin rip. Turning his hand he looked at what was in his hand. "Aramis Cologne." He said and smiled, setting it and the torn pocket on the bar.

He was going to tear Cade apart piece by piece, the coat would just be the first thing to go. There were lots more seams to rip, more pockets to destroy. His hand went to the bottle opener in his pocket again, spinning it in his hand. "What to do next?" He asked casually. Grasping one of the lapels, he opened the seam ripper again and held up the lapel, digging the seam ripper into the seam holding the lapel to the coat. Slowly he ripped the lapel off, tossing it to the floor, designer stitches ripping one by one.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Augustus Black? More like Asshole Black, as far as Cade was concerned, but it mattered not what nickname he gave the guy, for clearly this evening was turning into some sort of revenge party and he was the guest of honor. As he had already ventured to guess, he had somehow wronged this man, this monster, but he simply could not remember how or when, which was probably one of the very reasons he was standing where he was.

Making a name for yourself wasn't always an easy thing, Cade knew this from experience, but having someone, someone with clout, show utter indifference after you had given it your all to cultivate such a thing was certainly a difficult thing to live with. Or at least Cade assumed it had to be, for this he didn't have much experience in. People universally knew who Cade Valentine was. Augustus Black? Wasn't he that guy in those Potter movies?

Anyway.

He had a name now, something to latch onto, something that he could potentially use to his advantage, if not this very evening, sometime soon. And he would too. Cade would do everything in his power to destroy this man; however, it was currently his turn to face the music, to face the...

Humiliation?

That is what's being offered here, correct?

Not one to often find himself in such a precarious predicament, Cade actually took a moment to, well, live in the moment.

So this was what it was like to be on the receiving end of someone who appeared to hold all of the cards? Interesting. Very interesting. It had been quite a long time since he'd felt this way, felt this...this...

Vulnerable?

Is that what this is?

He was, wasn't he? He was susceptible to both physical and emotional harm. Well, at least physical harm, that apparently started with dressing him down, but emotional harm? Eh. He was fairly certain that his emotions were something he could safely walk away with, still very much in tact, regardless of the fact that he just displayed a bit of a short temper. So he got hot and bothered? So he began to storm off? Wouldn't most people in his position do the same? Granted, he wasn't like most people. He was Cade Valentine.

He was better than this.

Standing his ground between Frick and Frack, Cade lifted his strong, beard-encased chin and simply stared at his assailant as he proceeded to help himself to his silk scarf. Allowing the smooth accessory to be stripped away from around his thick neck, he was actually caught off guard by the surprisingly enjoyable, tingling sensation that played across the narrow band of exposed skin, just above the collar of his crisp dress shirt and below the neatly styled fringe of his thick, ebony hair.

More or less ignoring how the scarf was being utilized as a very expensive bar rag, Cade focused more on how that tingling was now working its way along his spin, until, to his utter delight, it dissipated in his...

Groin!

Yes. Somehow, someway, the simple gesture of having the silk swiftly drawn across his skin had stirred something not only inside his designer briefs, but inside of him.

And it didn't stop there!

Unlike before, when the sleeves to his coat had been snipped at and then separated, the sensation of having his inner pocket torn free sent another jolt to his genitals. Letting slip a small gasp, with eyes fluttering, he found himself actually fidgeting, just a little, as his manhood began to twitch and then thicken. Never in his life had he had such an erection, er, reaction! For reasons he could not currently explain, this continued assault on his clothing, here, with everyone watching, was bringing about an arousal unlike any he had had before. Therefore, by the time the coat's generous lapel was sliced at and then severed, with the clearly defined sound of stitches snapping along the way, Cade was not only breathing heavy, but he was fully erect, throbbing from base to tip.

Playing off the labored breathing as a mere display of his alleged seething rage, the obvious outline of his erection would've been a hard thing to play off had it not been for the dim lighting of the club. There was also still the thick coat to consider - what was left of it - as well as his double-breasted jacket beneath, that continued to provide him with just enough coverage. Hopefully by the time the coat was removed in full - which was inevitable at this point - Cade would have himself - and his now pre-oozing cock! - back under control.

If not, the humiliation factor would, without a doubt, double, if not triple.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

In truth, Augustus was starting to grow bored with his prey. After the initial outburst he had very much expected more of a fight out of the man. Turning and trying to leave had been amusing but since he had allowed the two bodyguards to escort him back, he'd been quite demure and docile; not saying so much as a word. A moment before Augustus had been feeling the rush of dominating and humiliating a man as tough and strong as Cade Valentine. Of seeing the way he had such a man worked up into a fenzy with small, degrading actions. But now? Now the man was quiet, standing there and taking it as though what Augustus were doing meant nothing.

It was so anti climactic to Augustus that he was starting to toy with the idea of allowing the man to escape with some shred of his dignity. Of allowing him to enjoy the rest of the time he had available before the auction began. It would seem as though he had gotten all the fun he could out of the large man for the time being.

Disappointing.

As he was about to release the man, however, he met his gaze. Augustus fully expected to see fire there and he was not disappointed. However the fire he saw was not expected. Tilting his head to the side in slight confusion, he swore the look in the man's eyes was no longer anger.

Labored breathing could mean many things and Cade had presumed it was the labored breathing of an angry man. There was no way that Cade was actually enjoying this, was there? Taking a deep breath, he let his eyes take in Cade's body posture, his slight fidgeting. That was the stance of a man that had something to hide, some shame. Stepping closer, Augustus pressed his leg against Cade, his thigh grinding against the man's crotch as he hands spread open his coat. His eyes widened in surprise then another smile spread across his lips. "Why, Mr. Valentine..." He whispered into the man's ear. "It would seem as though you are enjoying my attention."

Unless Cade had a very large gun shoved down the front of his pants, he was quite turned on.

This was too good. Cade Valentine, The Cade Valentine, was turned on by having another man humiliate him in public. This was too good. As Augustus felt a sudden surge of pleasure through his own loin, he held open the man's coat with one hand and with the other sliced viciously at the satin lining with the bottle opener still in his hand. As the fabric shredded he felt the bulge against his leg twitch. It was too much. Right now all Augustus wanted to to was spin Cade around, bend him over the bar and fuck him senseless while the whole club watched.

But no. Augustus had waited too long, had planned too well to rush the night. He wanted to take as much pleasure as possible from this. He would stretch it out as long as he possibly could. Besides, was there anything sweeter than making a man like Cade Valentine beg to be fucked? He could, and would, hear that sound before the night was done.

Now fueled on with renewed vigor, he began to tear into what was left of the coat. The sleeves and lapel had already been discarded but there was still more he could do. Stepping back to give the man some breathing room, and because he feared that the closeness would tempt himself into rushing things far too much, Augustus tore pockets from the coat, he ripped the Satin lining out, he shredded and tore at the fur. Finally, in one last flury of strength, he had Brad and Matt turn the man around and he inserted his hands into the wide vent in the back and tore at it. The one beautiful coat fell to the ground in pieces, not even a single scrap of material left on Cade, unless you counted the discarded scrap that landed on his designer shoe.

"Perhaps you should have just removed your coat, Mr. Valentine." He said, hoping the man would have some sort of witty retort that he could use to continue the humiliation. Augustus motioned at Brad and Matt and the two men released Cade, allowing him to turn back around and face his bully if he felt the need.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Had even one of his sizable hands been free, Cade would've used it to keep Augustus at bay - hell, onlookers or not, he probably would've already used it to punch the prick square in his self-satisfied face - but with the man's henchmen holding him firmly in place, he had no choice but to allow him deep inside his personal space. This, quite naturally, gave the guy the freedom to explore and, to Cade's dismay, unearth whatever it was that was happening down below.

To be perfectly honest, Cade still couldn't understand what had come over him, but there was no denying it. He was aroused, very aroused, and it was only getting worse, which somehow, just somehow, Augustus read and ran with, not hesitating in the least to play him like a fiddle!

In a flash, he was reducing the heavy satin lining of the previously stunning coat to ribbons, not stopping when he came upon another well-crafted, interior pocket, which contained Cade's monogrammed flask. Several slices more and both the pocket and the flask were sent spiraling to the floor, with the former doing more of a flutter as it went, and the latter landing with an almost lyrical clatter. This was followed by the two exterior pockets being assaulted, which had contained his lamb-soft, leather driving gloves, that is, until each was violently torn open, torn off, and then carelessly discarded, accessories and all.

And all the while, as each purposeful, yet openly aggressive gesture was made against him, Cade's cock continued to uncontrollably throb and ooze, easily slicking up the inside of his satin and mesh briefs, to the point that he could actually feel the sticky fabric clinging to the skin of his stiff shaft and bouncing balls.

How was this even happening to him, Cade Valentine, and, more importantly, why?

He...he wasn't turned on by other men! He hadn't experimented in college as so many others had! He hadn't wanted to! Hell, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind! Actually, the mere thought of being with someone of the same sex made him want to...

Grunt!

Loudly!

No. Wait. What the hell was happening now?

As he was suddenly manhandled, literally spinning in the very spot he stood, only to be pinned against the side of the bar, Cade actually fought against his aggressors now, bucking and cursing, that is, until the final blow was struck against a garment that had no business being reduced to a pile of rags.

Freezing in place as the backside of his once sumptuous fur was splayed wide open from the already generous vent up to the now tattered neckline, seeing that the thick collar that was attached to the lapel was long gone, Cade actually held his breath and waited, patiently waited for the - riveting? - torture to end, because he was fairly certain that if it went on for even a moment more, he would find himself with a pair of cum soaked slacks.

Not just briefs, but slacks.

However, thankfully so, the end came, but he didn't, and after another moment, he began to soften, while his resolve to survive this evening solidified.

Released now, sans coat, scarf, and gloves, Cade slowly turned around, only daring to make eye contact with Augustus who had the nerve to make an additional offhanded comment about him essentially not playing nice in the sandbox. Straightening himself up, he then took a single step over the substantial pile that was once his handsome topcoat and quickly closed the gap between the two of them. Once safely inside Augustus' personal space, Cade simply, but pointedly asked, "I'm sorry, but I still can't seem to recall who you are," before reaching a steady hand up to straighten the man's slightly askew, silk tie, making sure to not only do it firmly - maybe even a bit roughly - but to purposefully flick the underside of his chin as he pulled away.

Pleased with his ability to drive that particularly biting notion home, he then stepped away, but as he did, he called over his shoulder. "If it's alright with you, I'm going to excuse myself to the men's room," he spoke, in a deep and clear voice, making sure that everyone could hear him. "Should I expect you and your boy toys to be by in a few to wipe me when I'm finished?" he then questioned, as he paused on the edge of the dancefloor, and actually took a moment to read the crowd around them. "You are, after all, a very hands-on owner and staff...or were you all just trying to cop a feel of the goods before the bidding war began?" he made sure to add, before tossing a faux kiss at Augustus and a wink in the general direction of the two men, which naturally caused the crowd to erupt in laughter - some nervously so and others genuinely - not expecting such a crass, yet oddly appropriate comment to be made by a man - albeit Valentine - who had just been publicly worked over.

Worked over, but not humiliated.

Not yet and, if Cade had any say in the matter - which he did - not ever.

The night was still young and, at this point, it was anyone's game. If he was going down, he'd be taking others with him.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

I'm sorry, but I still can't seem to recall who you are. The words actually did sting a little. Not that Augustus let it show. With Cade so close all Augustus wanted to do was finish the job, rip off every last piece of clothing and see what was hiding underneath. From what he had been able to feel, however, there was a substantial package hiding in those pants and he wanted nothing more than to find it and play with it. Looking into the man's eyes, he just smirked, easily hiding how much he had not liked the comment.

Though as he went to excuse himself to the men's room, Augustus couldn't help but laugh. His next words had actually been intended to be a suggestion for the man to do just that! "It is probably a good idea that you go and relieve yourself. After that work up I'm sure whomever wins you wouldn't want you to be on a hair trigger. I do hope I didn't cause you to make too much of a mess in your shorts." The implication was clear and he managed to subvert Cade's accusations. When Augustus had discovered the man's arousal he had chosen to be quiet about it, not announcing to the crowd what he had found, now they would all know though.

"The auction will begin in five minutes, but don't worry, if that's not long enough you are the prized pig of the evening and you will be bid on last so you probably have about fifteen minutes before you'll be up on stage. I'm afraid my boys and I can't join you in the bathroom for the fun, I do have a club to manage after all. You'll have to catch us next time." There, that turned Cade's own comment against him, changing his jest to a clear invitation for what would notably be a wild time. He had no problem implying that he and/or his boys were gay. It was Augustus' turn to wink at Cade before he turned and lead Matt and Brad to another section of the club.

Damn it. Now Augustus was horny. Ah, well. He could wait another fifteen or twenty minutes to continue playing with Cade.

As the auction started, the crowd slowly started to trickle in. The first few that went up on stage didn't get very many bids and didn't come anywhere close to the million dollar buy out required to back out of the contract. Augustus had wanted to leave a way for the participants to back out if they didn't like whomever 'bought' them, but he also didn't want this charity event to turn into a giant expense on his end. Therefore the minimum amount payable in order to back out of the contract was one million, even if they only sold for a single dollar - which thank God not even the lowest participant sold for that low. However, if the participant sold for more than a million dollars, that was what the amount they would have to pay in order to break contract. It would free the patron of their obligation but the charity still got their bid.

By the time Cade Valentine walked out onto stage the crowd was worked up into quite the frenzy. Augustus was situated at a private booth watching the entire affair with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. All in all it would seem that this charity event was going over quite well. Between the admission charged for the patrons (not including the participants in the auction), drinks and the auction itself they were bound to make a few billion dollars for the charity after overhead. So far only two fights had broken out and three people had been kicked out. All in all a fair evening.

Now it was time for the main course and Augustus leaned forward in his seat a little.

"We'll start the bidding off at $250,000." The announcer said, the highest starting bid of the night.

The first one to raise their bidding paddle was the man that had sent Cade his second complimentary drink. Almost immediately, however, a woman in a red dress countered his bid. There was no way for them to limit who was allowed to bid on Cade so instead what Rodney had done to ensure that Cade would go home on the arm of a beautiful woman was to plant a dozen beautiful women around the club that would outbid any man that might try to bid. They were told only to step in is necessary, however.

Thankfully most the bids were from genuine patrons not Rodney's twelve plants, whom Augustus knew all by sight. The bidding for Cade was fast and the numbers began to soar quickly. It didn't take long to double then triple the minimum million dollar buy out. When the numbers reached the double millions it started to slow and after surpassing a hundred million it was at an almost stand-still. It had some down to two gorgeous women that were desperately trying to outbid the other.

"Two-hundred, fifty million going once... twice-" The auctioneer said, looking around.

Augustus stood and fastened the button of his jacket as he called out, "One billion." The room fell silent for a moment then erupted into tremendous noise as everyone began whispering and retelling their neighbors about what had happened in the lower bar area.

The auctioneer was stunned for a moment but then repeated, "One billion dollars..." There was only a short pause since he was fairly certain no one would try to outdo the bid, it was four times the previous one after all. "Sold to Augustus Black for one billion dollars!"

With a smirk, he met Cade's eye and gave him another wink before making his way across the club to the stage. When he was standing next to his new purchase, he set a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward to speak into the microphone. "They auction may be over, folks but the night is still young. We are open until two A.M., so have a few more drinks, have fun and enjoy the rest of the show."

Matt and Brad stepped up onto stage, smiling. They had been posted at either entrance to the stage during the bidding in case Cade tried to leave after hearing Augustus' bid.

Leaning close to Cade, he set a hand over the microphone while he said in a low, deep voice. "You Belong to me now, boy."

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Feeling more like himself after exiting the restroom, seeing that he had the opportunity to both freshen up and, well, fully calm himself down - in more ways than one - Cade made his way towards the stage where the auction was in full swing. From the sounds of it, few had been inspired enough to truly break the bank, but he was certain that that would change once he stepped up, in spite of the petty squabble that had occurred earlier, which could've easily put a damper on things. After all, that is what that was, wasn't it? Just a trivial disagreement between two mostly grown men. Granted, it had cost Cade a tidy sum, what with his belongings being abused as they were, but he would recoup that in time, and then some.

Preparing to take the stage, his improved mood was elevated even more so by the appreciative looks he was currently garnering, long before he had even had the chance to step into the spotlight. People - namely the women, that is - were still looking at him, lusting over him, as the strong, alpha male that he was when he entered this dive. They wanted a piece of the action, a piece of Cade Valentine, and they wanted it now, and he was more than willing to lead them to believe that he could be theirs, all theirs, for one night only. Little did they know that he had already made alternative plans, but who was it really going to harm if the auction was a tad bit rigged.

Not him!

Strutting up onto the stage, looking ever so distinguished in his one of a kind, Tom Ford tuxedo, with all of the numerous trimmings neatly in place, Cade worked the crowd like the professional that he was. This was his arena, his time to shine, and shine he did, racking up the bids like nobody's business. Thousands quickly became millions, and then the millions continued to ramp up until finally, yes finally, it was down to just two captivating women: the one he knew he would be going home with and another who wasn't letting him go anytime soon, which was fine with him, because she was even more attractive than the first.

But then it happened, and he should've seen this coming from a mile away, but he was so wrapped up in the moment, so convinced that he had an airtight plan, that he had lost track of the one person, the one man, who could ruin everything. No, it wasn't the one from earlier, the one who had ordered him a drink and then even proceeded to embarrass himself with a paltry bid.

No, it was him.

Augustus. Fucking. Black.

Really? Was this really how this was going to play out? Not if Cade had anything to do about it! However, by the time it took him to bring out his cell and to quickly shoot off a text to his plant in the crowd - practically begging her to outbid this idiot, with his own money, if need be - the deal was done. The gavel had struck the auctioneer's makeshift podium and Cade Valentine now belonged to the biggest asshole in the room, if not the world.

Taking a very deep breath, he bolstered himself. This...this wasn't going to go well, but he...he had to keep his cool, he had to remain calm, at least while he was still up here in front of everyone. All eyes were on him and now the pompous ass as he made his way onto the stage and across it. Later, when the two of them were out of here, he would handle this as he should've from the start - with his bare hands, if he had to - but for now, he had to play along or run the risk of ruining his reputation.

Which was easier said than done.

As soon as the man placed a hand on his shoulder, Cade wanted nothing more than to break every last bone found within it. And then, to make matters worse, to add insult to injury, the fucker dug his grave deeper by not only claiming full ownership of him, but referring to him with the utterly belittling term of boy. And while it was true that he had uttered the word earlier in the evening, for some reason this one really struck a cord or, more specifically, a nerve, so much so, Cade actually pulled away and made a guttural noise that sounded a lot like a disgusted snarl.

This was ridiculous and there was no reason he needed to stand or stay for any of it! Contract or not, he was leaving; however, just as before, Tweedledum and Tweedledee were on him, gripping his arms and skillfully dragging him back across the stage. As far as they were concerned, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Their boss had bid and won both fair and square, and Cade was going to stay right where he was, only being allowed to leave when Mr. Black said so, and not a minute before.

"If you were smart, you'd actually make an effort to enjoy what's about to happen to you," the Hispanic looking one suggested as he pushed Cade back towards the center of the stage, directly into the spotlight.

"Yeah, sweetheart," the other one added, through clenched teeth, as he too worked at holding Cade in place. "Mr. Black doesn't like it when his property misbehaves. What he did to your coat was mere child's play compared to what he's going to do to your sweet ass."

"Especially now that it's his," the first goon chimed back in, just as one of his hands found its way to Cade's muscular backside, giving it a firm pat-pat. "To do with whatever he wants."

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

With his guys keeping Cade from bolting, Augustus smiled and stepped closer to his quarry. Reaching up, Augustus gripped the man's chin and tilted his head so that they could look each other in the eye. "Now that you are mine... You will call me Sir." He smirked, knowing the man would probably fight against that.

His eyes took the man in and he wondered what it was before that had triggered Cade's arousal. Was it the humiliation, the degradation, or perhaps the man handling? Whatever it was, he would get Cade riled up again. He would get Cade so horny and turned on that he would get the man to beg to be fucked. Just imagining Cade begging, the sound would be music to Augustus' ears. Where to begin?

"Such a fine tuxedo... it would be a shame if something were to happen to it, don't you think?" Turning to look at the crowd, Augustus stepped closer to the microphone and said, "Who here would like to see what Cade Valentine is hiding beneath these fine clothes of his?" The crowd cheered and as he smiled again he turned and looked at Cade. "Hear that, your fans are wanting to see more of you. We can't let them down, now can we? But first, it's rather hot up here with those stage lights, wouldn't you say?" He whistled loudly and pointed to a nearby waiter with two fingers, turning them into a summoning motion. The young man's eyes widened and he looked around before setting a hand on his chest. "Yes, I'm pointing at you, Mr. Peterson." Augustus allowed his annoyance to show through as he said that and the man quickly approached.

Man was a bit of a stretch. The boy looked to be barely twenty-one. He was pale and stared at the ground as he approached. Though his eyes kept darting to Cade, then to Augustus and back to the ground as though afraid he was going to be turned into part of the show. "Yes sir?" He asked in a timid sounding voice.

As Augustus moved, the kid flinched and he just rolled his eyes before undoing his tuxedo jacket and sliding it down and off his torso. He held it out and said, "Take this to my office. Hang it neatly in the closet then bring me the black suitcase sitting on the floor."

"Uh, yes sir." He said but he certainly looked relieved. Taking the jacket, he quickly ran off.

Now Augustus stood with with his fitted white dress shirt with black pinstripes, spread collar and french cuffs. It was tucked neatly into his satin-lined white tuxedo slacks. From his pants pocket he pulled out the bottle opener from before. He'd have to make sure he got this back to Jordan by the end of the night. Stepping up to Cade, he slowly and meticulously began to undo the seam connecting the shawl collar to his tuxedo jacket. This time there was no ripping or tearing, just the careful methodical popping of stitch after stitch, Augustus cut every stich along the right side, stopping at Cade's neck then repeated the process on the left side. After that he walked around the other with measured strides and finished cutting every last stich along the back of the man's neck, leaving the collar completely detached and hanging limply on his broad neck like a cheap scarf. Once he walked back around, Augustus wrapped his hand around one end, looked Cade in the eyes and then slowly pulled the collar off, allowing the velvet material to slide along the man's neck.

Turning again, he tossed the piece of cloth out into the crowd. There was more cheering. It was starting to feel more like a den of teenagers lusting over some pop star rather than the refined charity event it had started as. "Now ladies and gentleman, just because you missed out on taking Mr. Cade Valentine home with you this evening, it doesn't mean you have to entirely miss out. For the right price, a select few of you will get to take a piece of him home tonight." As he spoke the waiter from before returned and set the briefcase down in front of Augustus before practically running off stage. Augustus knelt down and opened the briefcase and pulled something out before standing. "Starting with this monogrammed gold flask with..." He opened the flask and took a sniff. "Is this Jack Daniels?" He asked and turned to look at Cade. "Naughty boy, bringing in outside liquor." He said and shook his head, making a 'tsk' noise like one would do with a misbehaving child.

"Monogrammed with the initials C. V. this golden flask is filled with Jack Daniel's and made from the finest gold. Shall we start the bidding at one hundred dollar?" Immediately someone called out five-hundred dollars. The auctioneer came back up and quickly took control. Soon the flask had been auctioned off. Returning to Cade, Augustus winked at him then undid the Rolex on his left wrist. "Up next we have a very fine looking Rolex, gold with diamond and... is that onyx?" He glanced at Cade then nodded. One by one Augustus began to auction off Cade's jewelry. After his Rolex he went for the gold and onyx pinky ring, then the gold herringbone bracelet, the gold, onyx & diamond bracelet, the gold herringbone necklace. When he found the gold and diamond money clip, he slid Cade's ID out and pocketed it before auctioning off the clip with the $2000.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Once again, Cade had a vision, a rather satisfying one at that, of him breaking every bone in this prick's hand - and, well, his entire body thereafter - as he placed it upon his chin; however, just as before, he would be denied such pleasures as the goons held him firm. He had to give it to the two men, they were stronger than they looked, not unlike their employer who demonstrated his own physical strength, earlier in the evening at the bar. That being said, Cade wasn't, for one second, going to simply given in because they outnumbered and, as a group, outweighed him. He would fight them all the way, with the ultimate goal of being the last one standing when this was all said and done.

Mr. Black wouldn't be the only one paying for what happened here tonight.

Essentially choosing to ignore the douche's comment about calling him sir, Cade did find himself paying closer attention to his next statement, for as it was uttered it became all too clear where this evening was headed. From the sounds of it, his designer tux was going to be the next thing to go, and from the looks of it, the audience was now thirsty for such a show. Yet, apparently all of them would have to wait just a few minutes more as their host took his sweet time readying himself.

Wondering just how long this would take, how long all of this was going to take, Cade actually found himself growing bored with this man's thirst for theatrics. If he wanted to make a statement, he should've found a more effective way to do so than to drag this out for hours. Hell, the amount of time and resources he must've spent on this had to have been rather ridiculous. And for what? To humiliate someone who had no clue as to who this guy even was or, more importantly, what he had even done to him? Truth be told, it was all a bit sad - flattering, to a degree, he supposed, for the simple fact that anyone would go to such great lengths on his behalf - but mostly pathetic.

That's exactly what this guy was.

He was pathetic.

Or so Cade kept telling himself as the man methodically detached the velvet collar from his double-breasted, double-vented jacket. He was pa...thet...

Fuck!

Able to control himself as the stitches were popped along each side, the moment the man moved behind him and began to work on the section along the back of his neck, just beneath the fringe of his wavy hair, Cade felt that same disturbing sensation from before. He felt a tingling, and then a stirring, which meant...

No. Jesus. Fuck no.

Letting slip a moan, Cade began to fidget as he had before, pulling against the tightening grips of both men; however, unlike the last time, this time he was on full display, with no coat or mood lighting to save him. Dozens, upon dozens, of perfectly good strangers were watching him too, intently so, totally captivated by what they were seeing and by the promise of more to come. And that more came sooner than they had probably thought it would, for as soon as Augustus returned to the front of the stage and began to slide the velvet piece from around Cade's neck, in a slow and purposeful manner, his generous manhood bucked, somewhat wildly, inside his neatly tailored tuxedo pants. Then it began to grow, and grow, and, well, grow some more, twisting and turning and thickening within the confines of his already damp satin briefs.

There was no controlling the monster, nor Cade's reaction. His arousal was obvious, painfully so - at least to him it was - yet Augustus proceeded to carry on, almost purposefully not acknowledging the literal elephant trunk in the room. No, instead, he started to...

Auction off his belongings?!

What the fuck?

Making every effort to get his body back under control, Cade nearly missed the sale of his monogrammed flask. It...it had been a gift, from his kid brother, but now...now it belonged to that faggot from earlier! The guy from the bar with the drink that he'd spat in, the one who had also dared to bid on him, he...he now owned Cade's flask? This...this was...

Just the beginning.

The next thing Cade knew, his fifty thousand dollar, diamond encrusted Rolex was being snatched from his thick wrist and sold off for a mere fraction of what it was worth! Then - Oh FUCK no! - his monogrammed pinkie ring, the one his grandfather had passed down to him, a heirloom that had been in the Valentine family for hundreds of years, was swiftly slid from his finger and put up for sale.

Outraged, Cade began to protest, but his words initially fell on very deaf ears as the greedy crowd began their uproarious bidding frenzy for the prized possession. Then, when it seemed like his curses and threats would actually be heard over the dying cacophony - seeing that the bidding war for the ring was swift and mildly fruitful - he was silenced, but not with a hand, nor some other more obvious implement like his silk pocket square, which could've easily been shoved inside his gapping maw. No, instead, one of the goons, the Hispanic looking one, proceeded to force himself on Cade, locking his thick lips with the man's own!

Stunned, Cade's body went rigid, then numb, as his eyes flashed wide with a look of sheer terror.

Never in his life had he been violated this way and never in his life had he had another man kiss him! This...it...it was...it was too much to...to even process, but it was happening just the same, for the crowd was going wild, hooting and hollering, and snapping images on their cells as...

Cade Valentine was caught kissing another man!

Bucking against the guy as he continued to molest his mouth, Cade soon felt another set of lips on the side of his neck and then his earlobe, as the other goon helped himself to whatever flesh his hungry mouth could find, his fingers locked in Cade’s mane of thick hair. And while this was happening, while Cade's mind was racing with thoughts of murder, and his pulse was pounding, and - and his cock was throbbing and leaking pre like a broken faucet?! - their boss, the sick mastermind of this entire evening, simply carried on, managing to strip him of the rest of his jewelry, save the studs in his shirt and the links in his cuffs.

How? How was this even happening to him and, more importantly, why?

What the FUCK had he done to deserve such mistreatment, such outright abuse, and furthermore...

WHY THE HELL WAS HE ROCK HARD?!

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

As the auctioning began it seemed Cade was too stunned to protest. He just stared in disbelief, but then when he got to the gold pinky ring, the man started trying to thrash against his captors and was trying to yell over the crowd. Augustus ignored him and soon he fell quiet. Turning to glance over his shoulder, he was pleased to see Matt and Brad enjoying themselves with the man, silencing him with their mouths.

After auctioning off the money clip, Augustus returned to Cade and was pleased to see that he was quite plainly hard again. With the auction he'd been doing he hadn't paid enough attention to see when the arousal had started but clearly something he - and/or the bodyguards - had done had succeeded in revving his engine again. Now it was on display for the entire crowd too. They thought this, and the earlier display, was some sort of grand show. To them this was the main attraction, the real reason to come today. In fact there were a select few in the crowd that had been in on the plan and had come tonight for the sole purpose of watching Cade get royally fucked - and perhaps to join in the fun later if Augustus was feeling generous.

Just the thought of that, of imagining having Cade up here on display while his 'fans' lined up to take their turns with his sweet ass and mouth turned Augustus on. He got the prime pickings and then he'd let Brad and Matt have their fun, after that if they hadn't completely wrecked Cade, the audience would become participants.

This time when Augustus was close, instead of using his leg to covertly cup a feel, he blatantly set his hand on the large bulge in the man's tuxedo pants. "My, my. You really are a glutton for punishment, aren't you faggot?" He asked quietly, smiling. From the sort of man Cade Valentine presented himself as, he had a strong feeling that the term would be both insulting and demeaning to him. Yet there was no denying the erection that had formed from all the manhandling. Augustus ran his hand up and down the rock hard bulge and felt it twitching. "Mmm, if I'm not careful, you're gonna shoot before I even have a chance to really play with you."

He glanced at Brad, who was still necking at Cade's strong neck and gave a curt nod. Brad backed up a bit, still holding onto Cade's arm but giving Augustus access. Matt continued to assault Cade's mouth and as Augustus watched he was pleased to see the Latino man's fat tongue force it's way into Cade's mouth.

Once more using his seam ripper, he undid a few stitches on the tuxedo jacket's shoulder and then ripped the sleeve off. He tossed it out into the frenzied crowd then proceeded to shred the rest of the jacket in quick succession, wanting to get to the fun and juicy part. Vents were torn wide open, pocket shredded, lining mercilessly ripped. Every scrap of cloth was tossed to the wolverines. There was a clatter as the man's custom iPhone fell from a torn pocket and hit the stage floor. Soon after that was another noise as a golden dispenser fell.

After shredding the jacket, Augustus leaned down to pick up the dispenser and phone. The phone he set inside his own briefcase but then he examined the dispenser and grinned. "Hey Matt..." He said and the Latino broke from his kissing to turn and look. "Say ah." Shrugging, Matt played along and Augustus placed a breath mint on his tongue. Grinning, Matt returned to assaulting Cade's mouth with a newly minted mouth.

Pocketing the dispenser for later, Augustus began his work on the rest of Cade's clothing. With his seam ripper he made short work of his dress shirt, leaving behind the French cuffs, the collar and the bow tie. This exposed Cade's masculine chest while leaving him looking like a Chippendale dancer. Brad certainly appreciated the gesture, he had always had a hard-on for their type.

Next Augustus returned to his briefcase and pulled out a pair of scissors. Thankfully he had set the case in such a way that Cade wouldn't be able to see the bundle of leather and latex inside. "Now stay very still, slut. We wouldn't want to harm the merchandise." Augustus said in a low voice as he knelt down before Cade. Pulling one of the pant legs away from his body, he carefully cut it then began to cut a large circular shape from the front and rear of his tuxedo pants. The scissors moved slow and meticulous to ensure no mistakes. When he was done he had reduced the once fine tuxedo pants into a pair of, well, assless and crotchless chaps. His designer briefs were on full display now and Augustus was happy to see that the head of the man's cock was poking out through the slit in the front.

Quite pleased with his work, Augustus stood, allowing the audience to take in the sight as he tossed the crotch of the pants into the crowd.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Cade considered himself a smart man, smarter than most he'd had the pleasure of besting, repeatedly, in business and, as a general rule, in life; however, in this moment, on this stage, he felt inexplicably ignorant and, to a greater degree, helpless.

How on earth had he managed to get himself into this compromising position and why, why the fuck, had he not seen this coming? Furthermore, why was he unable to put the pieces together fast enough, so that he could regain his proper and rightful place at the top of the proverbial food chain? Had he wronged his fair share of people in his life? Sure, he was no angel, not by a long shot, but as far as he knew he had always managed to skillfully and flawlessly cover up his tracks through the use of fear, intimidation, his wealth or all three, when the situation grew serious enough.

Which he rarely allowed.

Where this man, this Augustus Black, fit in to all of this was beyond his current level of comprehension, not unlike the utterly confusing feelings he was experiencing over becoming so painfully and publicly aroused. This man meant nothing to him and yet it was obvious, at least to Cade, that he had clearly played some pivotal part in pissing him off, so much so, he was now hellbent on not only making a mockery of him in this moment, but beyond the walls of this club.

His hatred ran deep for Cade and it was evident in the way that he was, quite literally, dressing him down.

While most men would've simply taken the verbal approach to tear another man's reputation apart, to ruin it beyond repair, this guy and his goons were going all out, reducing not only his formal attire into an assortment of unrecognizable rags, but diminishing his carefully-cultivated, hyper-masculine, hetero-centric persona by taking full advantage of how his body was unabashedly responding to this assault.

And the more they continued to mock and molest him, the more aroused he became, and it wasn't just his cock that was misbehaving.

His heart was now racing and his breath was far more labored, that is, when he was actually allowed to come up for air. Furthermore, the remainder of his body, every thickly muscled inch of it, was rippling and rolling - as well as dripping in sweat - as it became more and more exposed. He couldn't stop his massive pectoral plates from heaving as his dress shirt was torn open, sending studs flying, nor could he control his chiseled abs from wildly flexing, as the fine fabric was yanked free from beneath the confines of his silk suspenders and the satin waistband of his slacks that said suspenders were still attached to. Expecting his hand-tied, satin bow to be whisked away with the rest of his belongings, it initially came as a small surprise when it remained firmly in place, along with the stiff, spread collar of his fitted shirt; however, once the French cuffs were also left behind, neatly clasped around his thick wrists with his glittering cufflinks, Cade began to understand more clearly where Augustus was going with these unexpected choices.

For lack of a better description, Cade Valentine had just been reduced to the status of a cheap male stripper, which, in his mind, was pretty much just one step above being perceived as a common whore. But then, just when he thought that things had been taken far enough, that this was how he was more than likely going to be forced to walk out of here, later on this evening, the man with a plan, the monster with the means, took it upon himself to alter Cade's trousers in a way that not only quickly pushed him into that aforementioned whore category, but managed to strip away yet another layer, a valuable one at that, that had been keeping his monster cock mostly concealed.

Not actually watching this change take place, because he was more than a little preoccupied from the neck up as the goon named Matt continued to hungrily work his way beyond Cade's lips with his shockingly long tongue, he still managed to hear the order to remain still, just before he felt his trousers being tugged upon and then cut into. Unsure at first what exactly was being done to his pants, pants that had been designed and hand-sewn just for him, the sudden sensation of air licking at his beefy, satin-encased ass made it clear that the seat of them was being removed. Another minute more and it became obvious, all too obvious, that the crotch would be taken away as well, for the next thing Cade felt was not only that same air licking the satin pouch that was barely holding his throbbing shaft and plump, plum-sized balls, but air kissing the tip of his pre-oozing prick, which was currently jutting out over the elastic waistband of his skin-tight briefs!

Emitting a moan, that was easily muffled by Matt's - talented? - mouth, Cade made another valiant effort to pull away, made another effort to get at least one of his hands free so that he could cover himself up, but instead, just as before, he was held firmly in place, which gave everyone watching a clear preview of what was yet to come and, well, cum. The amount of crystal-clear pre oozing from the deep slit of his fat cockhead was obscene! It was pouring out in a steady stream, soaking the exterior of the already saturated, satin material.

Still occupied - now with two sets of lips being mashed against his spit-slick mouth, as the second, still-unnamed goon joined back in - all Cade could do was listen as the crowd went wild, crying out, no, demanding, in one unified, lustful voice, for more!

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Damn. Augustus had underestimated how much both he and Cade would enjoy this moment. He had known he'd enjoy it himself, but seeing the man's meaty cock head not only poking out but oozing pre made his own cock twitch in anticipation. This day had been thirteen long years in the making and finally he was getting the revenge he wanted... But it seemed like Cade was enjoying himself way too much. Of course, wasn't that in essence part of the revenge? After all, the man had made sure Cleo had enjoyed herself. What drugs had he fed her that night? The toxicology report had come up lacking. Well then by the time he'd found Cleo in that hell hole, it had been months since the incident.

"Boys, give him a breather." Augustus said, surprised by how husky his voice sounded when he spoke. Clearly the power and lust was getting to his head. "I want him to see what's happening next." With those words, Matt and Brad pulled back some, but continued to hold Cade in place, though now he could look down and watch everything that Augustus was about to do to him.

He lifted his briefcase and brought it closer before setting it down just out of reach of Cade's feet in case the man thought it would be funny to kick it. Kneeling before Case, Augustus picked up his scissors again and looked up at the tall burly man. "Don't look away... And whatever you do, don't move." He slid the sharp blades of the scissors along the elastic waistband of the custom fitted , skin tight boxer briefs. When the cool metal touched the man's hot cock, he stopped, looking up at him. He knew the fear, the intense feeling of utter helplessness, that came along with having a sharp instrument so close to something so valuable. Augustus himself had never been on the receiving end of such treatment, but this wasn't the first man he had tormented like this.

The smell of sweat mixed with the musky scent of arousal as time seemed to slow. The crowd was as loud and daunting as ever but in that moment, it was just the two of them. He slowly closed the scissors and the elastic snapped, the material easily parting around the sharp metal. The cut was made with careful precision, right alongside the length of the man's cock. No skin was cut but that didn't stop the man from feeling the movement of the blades with his most sensitive of organs. As the monster cock was freed it spray forward, jutting out and dribbling more pre onto the floor between Augustus' feet.

Sliding the scissors along the inside of the remaining material, the sharp intrument soon slid along the man's plump balls, carefully sliding between the two orbs. Another slow, careful cut split the boxer briefs open, allowing his balls to fall free of the material that up until then had been carefully cradling them. As they fell a few pubic hairs fluttered to the ground to land in the pre on the floor. The scissors had been so close to the loose flesh of his balls that they had cut through nearly a dozen curly hairs. The sound of the scissors slicing easily through the satin and mesh was like sweet music to Augustus' ears. Just hearing the way the material parted, the crisp sound of sharp metal scrapping against sharp metal...

Looking up at his prey, it was clear from the look in Augustus' eyes that he was enjoying this. This sensation of taking fun and complete control, of having a man like Cade Valentine at his mercy was like the best high Augustus could ask for. His hand drew the blades of the scissors along the hard, throbbing flesh of the man's cock. It was so hard that the veins were popping out. His mushroom head was swollen clear pre was now leaking down onto the scissors as August ran the sharp edge of the blade along the sensitive flesh. At that moment the man's cock twitched in eager anticipation and slid along the blade in such a way that a thin little cut appear along the girth. It was a thin, shallow cut that only penetrated the first layer of skin. "I told you not to move." Augustus said in a smooth, aroused voice. Pulling the scissors away finally, he set them down and watched as a single drop of blood ran along the length of the man's cock to mingle into his dark curly hair.

Keeping his eyes on Cade's face, Augustus leaned in closer and slid his tongue from the base of the man's cock along the length, following the streak of blood to the source. When he reached the shallow cut, he wrapped his lips around the flesh and sucked for just a moment, his tongue swirling along the flesh.

When he pulled back, he wiped his mouth with his thumb and then reached into the briefcase again. This time he pulled out the man's own driving gloves. Slowly he pulled one on and then wrapped the gloved had around the man's cock and began to stroke up and down his meat, using his own pre as lubrication. Augustus watched very carefully and when Cade's balls tightened, pulling back towards his body, Augustus let go of the man's cock. He let out a dark chuckle as he watched the man's meat stick bob and twitch, on the edge of release but needing one last stroke to send it over.

As he was about to stand back up, his eyes landed on a glinting black square on the floor. Reaching down he found the condom that must have fallen out of Cade's back pocket after he'd cut open the ass of his pants. Letting out a deep, primal growl, he stood once more. His left, ungloved hand forced the man's mouth open then he forced two fingers of the leather driving gloves into the man's mouth, forcing him to taste his own pre. While the man was gagged with his own riding glove and Augustus' fingers which were inside of it, his left hand held up the black square. The lights of the night club made the tiny package gleam in iridescent colors. "I guess you didn't have one of these on you, the night of January first... Two thousand and six..." It was as much a statement as it was a question. His dark eyes looked square into the other man's eyes and there was a new fire in Augustus' eyes that hadn't been there before.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

As the crowd uncontrollably clamored for more, and the goons more or less provided them with some of what they were now begging for, by continuing to kiss him - sometimes one at a time, sometimes together - Cade wondered, he couldn't help but wonder, two very important things:

First, what the hell did this utter madness look like from a bystanders point of view and, more importantly, from the perspective of his fans?

And second, why the FUCK wasn't anyone, even just a single one of these fucking idiots, making any effort to stop this insanity?

In his mind's eye, it was a disturbing sight he would've thought impossible. Never in a million years would he have guessed that this, this right here, was how this evening was going to play out. With his formal attire essentially destroyed, his now glistening, bucking body practically bared in full, and his mouth growing sore from being repeatedly accosted - by two men nonetheless! - Cade was truly and utterly at a loss for why anyone would take such pleasure in seeing him, of all people, be treated this way. It had to be unsettling for his fans to see him in such a state.

Well didn't it?!

But apparently not. No. From what he could tell, they were eating this show up, really getting off on seeing him be used like this.

Exposed like this.

Destroyed like this.

Was that it? Did he truly mean so little to them, to anyone for that matter, that they were unanimously okay with letting this happen and, furthermore, wanting even worse things to happen to him? What happened to all of the love and adoration that they had showed, had showered upon him, just hours ago? Were they truly content with seeing such a megastar fall from grace in such a swift and horrific manner? He had always been warned that it would be a lonely place at the top, but up until now, he had no real grasp of what that truly meant.

Which made him furious.

And more than a little afraid.

But not nearly as terrified as he suddenly became upon having a pair of razor-sharp scissors worked around and across his twitching manhood!

Frozen with fear as the animal brandishing them proceeded to snip and slice away at his pre-soaked, satin briefs, Cade watched in horror as the blade came dangerously close to his cock and balls. Should he have cared that both were soon bobbing freely before him, released from the fine fabric with ease and without care? Yes, yes he should, and certainly did, but it paled in comparison to how much more he cared about coming away unscathed.

But then it went and happened. The one thing he had been fearing the most.

The blade bit into the sensitive flesh of his rigid shaft and actually drew blood!

"FUCK!" he hissed, through clenched teeth, as he tried his hardest not to move any of his tensed up muscles, having already failed at being able to control his twitching prick.

Wh-what the hell was happening here? How...how was any of this right...or legal...or whatever?! Humiliation was one thing, but mutilation?! Granted, from what he could tell, it was just a nick, a mere surface cut, but still! This monster just drew blood and...and...

And now he was lapping at his shaft and...and then licking, full on licking it, slurping up the blood as he went, before sucking on the tender, yet taut skin that has just been cut?!

The sensation of having a mouth, a man's mouth, on his cock, in public, with everyone watching, nearly caused Cade to blackout. His vision actually blurred, for nearly half a minute, and his typically powerful legs practically gave out, that's how struck he was by this lurid act. Had it not been for Matt and his cohort firmly gripping him on both sides, his stunned mind somehow reasoned that he probably would've passed out, but thankfully, that wasn't happening, and, thankfully, he actually began to regain the strength needed to confront what came at him next.

Because this particular round of abuse wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

Watching as one of his own lamb-soft, leather gloves were donned by the sick, scissor-wielding, blood-licking bastard, it actually came as no surprise that he couldn't leave well enough alone. Soon enough he was stroking Cade, purposefully edging him to near completion. Already feeling as if he could explode at any moment, as if he could spew his copious load without any warning, more than likely spraying it all over those in the front two rows, Cade actually began to pant and then moan, rather loudly, as...as...as....

"FUCK!"

Having lidded his eyes as he let slip those last few moans, they snapped open as his throbbing, hot cock was cruelly released, but his boiling load wasn't. Taking a deep breath, after expelling the curse, Cade stood there, somewhat mortified, as the stark realization hit him that he was just acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat, for all the world to see. But before he could come to terms with what had just happened - and not happened! - a pair of pre-soaked, leather-encased digits were being forced inside his mouth. Gagging on them as they were shoved deeper inside his gaping maw, it would be the words that were pointedly, yet somehow casually uttered at him next that would actually cause him to truly gag and even choke.

January first.

Two-thousand and three.

While Cade had certainly had the honor of experiencing dozens, upon dozens, of mind-numbingly awesome New Year's Eve parties, in exotic places like Porto Heli in Greece and the Bay of Kotor in Montenegro, that year, that very specific year, back when he was still making a name for himself, he had spent his holiday, well, here, in Vegas, at...at some trendy hot spot of the time. And while many of the details about that whirlwind trip were forever gone, lost in a haze of drunken reverie and faded memories, the one thing that stayed with Cade, the one thing that he would never be able to completely shake - even though, on the surface, the situation had indeed been wrapped up in a neat little, life-threatening package that cost him and his father a pretty penny - was the horrifying fact that he and a group of friends had not only gotten a barely-legal girl heavily intoxicated, but that he, Cade Valentine, had repeatedly raped her, on the very dancefloor of the club that they were at, only for her to become pregnant with his child.

But...but she had been 'taken care of,' and the child had been aborted, too, so there was no way in hell that either would be able to come back to haunt him, all of these years later, not unless...

No, he told himself, as he locked eyes with Augustus, and began to shake his head, feeling his insides go cold as he did. "No!" he actually tried to blurt around the digits that were still shoved deep inside his mouth, only for it to come out as a groan.

But yes, the answer was really yes, and he knew it to be true, for the rage showing in the man's eyes as he continued to practically fuck Cade's face with his fingers, was pure and absolute.

This wasn't some sort of personal revenge being played out here. No, not really.

This was a vendetta, being executed on the behalf of another!

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

"Oh yes." Augustus said with a smile, drinking in the look of fear in the man's eyes. Finally he had gotten through the man's pride. He had been chipping away at it all night and now, at the mention of that night, he had broken through. "You had a fun night that night, didn't you? Would you say it was a night of Pure bliss?" He asked, sliding in the name of the nightclub that Omnia had replaced. The name of the club where Cade had raped Augustus' sister. He shoved his fingers in deeper, dropping the condom back to the floor as his left hand slid into his pocket to pull out his own phone.

"You know, I'm glad you didn't bother to read the contract I laid out for you tonight. Nick did though. Every word. He knew what I would be doing to you today. But, then I paid him quite handsomly to hold some details back, to convince you to sign everything. He's also the one that got me this..." He held up his phone and started to play a video. Security cameras from Pure on the night in question. There was Cade and his friends giving drink after drink to the young seventeen-year-old at the bar. Then Cade clearly dropping something into her drink. Soon after Cade dragged her out onto the dance floor and started to forcibly remove her clothing even as she protested. Though her protests became weaker and weaker as whatever drug he had given hey too hold. The images were low quality but still clear enough. Augustus turned off the phone before the actual rape started, not wanting to watch it again. "I asked Nick to do some sniffing. He found this on an old casette in a safe in your office. So what, do you just sit around getting off to this now and then, hmm?"

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he fixed his gaze on the man again. "She never told you her full name, did she?" Leaning closer now he whispered into his ear. "Cleopatra Black."

Pulling back once more, he looked the other over, waiting to see how he reacted. "Of course, when I said my name earlier and you didn't react, I know she had never told you her full name..." Though as he was looking the man over, he noticed something. "Going soft on me, bitch? What, thinking about old times turn you off? Or are you just no longer attracted to women?" He asked with a derogatory tone, pushing down on his tongue to try and make him gag. "Whatever the case, we can't have that..." Reaching into his pocket with his left hand, he pulled out a small blue pill and held it up for Cade to see. "Say ah." But then he didn't give the man a choice in the matter. He pressed the pill in, passed his own fingers. Then he pulled his have out finally and one hand pressed the bottom of his chin when the other firmly held his head, forcing his mouth closed around the pill. "Swallow." He ordered and his gloved fingers on his right hand pinched the man's nose closed, forcing him to swallow the Viagra if he wanted to be able to breathe.

When Augustus was happy that the pill had been swallowed, he stepped back and knelt down to go through his briefcase. "Matt, keep him quiet." He said casually and Matt immediately began assaulting Cade's mouth again.

Still kneeling, Augustus pulled out a small strap of leather and secured it firmly around the base of Cade's cock. The leather wrapped firmly around the base of the man's cock then separated his sizable balls into two swollen orbs. This would keep his cock hard even without the Viagra, with it the man would soon be in a state of deep arousal causing him to want to fuck the first thing placed in front of him. That was the idea at least.

Pulling more leather from his briefcase, Augustus stood and walked around behind the man, motioning for Brad to give him a hand. They started with Cade's left arm, securing it tightly in a rubber sleeve that covered his arm from the bicep completely done and over his hand. Then Brad held for to that arm while Augustus slid a similar leather sleeve over his right arm, securing it just as tightly. From there both sleeves were secured together firmly, freeing up Brad and Matt for some real fun.

"Get him down on his knees." He instructed and the two burly bodyguards forced Cade to his knees. Augustus produced a pair of leather cuffs from the briefcase and secured them around Cade's ankles. Then his arms and ankles were secured together in a kneeling hogtie. If that wasn't bad enough, they were then secured to a hook on the stage floor. He was completely at their mercy now.

"Keep him occupied, use him as you want, I need to go check on our other VIP of the evening. I have an open mouth gag in the case of you need it." He instructed Matt and Brad then he turned, waved at the audience and walked off stage.

In one of the dressing rooms back stage was the other VIP Augustus had mentioned. Hunter Valentine, Cade's younger brother, was looking at him with his wide, stunningly blue eyes. The poor kid had been back here for hours. Augustus hadn't wanted to risk his escape, and he wanted to put him in the right mood, so he had tied him very securely. There was a vibrating butt plug inserted deep into his ass, as well as a vibrating cock ring around the base of his cock. Both were set on fandoms timers, turning on, up or off at random intervals so that he wouldn't get overly sensitized to the stimulus. Judging by the massive puddle of pre and lack of white cum, they had been doing the trick. The poor guy's balls must be quite full from all the build up.

Aside from the obvious torments, Hunter had been stripped down then attached to a spreader bar in such a way that his arms had been pulled between his knees to lock onto the bar that was connecting his ankles. This forced him to hand his ass in the air. Around his neck or as a heavy duty shock collar, which he had thankfully had yet to feel activate. Then his mouth was stuffed full with a dildo gag, only instead of the dildo sticking out of his mouth, Augustus had inserted it backwards so that he had been forced to gag and suck on the actual dildo portion for hours.

Walking over to the tied man, Augustus gave him a snack on the behind. "You ready to go join the real fun?"

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Paris. New York. London. Milan. Dubai. Seoul. Shanghai. Miami.

Those were the cities Hunter Valentine had expected to be in, had expected to call home, over the course of the first half of the year, as Fashion Week rolled across the globe from mid-January to early June; however, one quick and steamy phone call was all it took to alter these plans, ever so slightly. Instead of going right to NYC from Paris, the handsome, young jet-setter would make a quick, three-day pitstop to yet another cosmopolitan city that rarely slept.

All in the name of love.

Or was it lust?

Unable to refuse the demands of his gorgeous, Latin lover - whom he'd been secretly seeing now for nearly a year - Hunter agreed to meet the alluring man in Las Vegas. And why the hell shouldn't he? He hadn't been to Sin City in years, but, more importantly, more appealingly so, if it meant that the two of them could tuck themselves away behind the opulent doors of some plush, penthouse suite - such as the Nobu Villa at Caesars Palace that ran 35k a night - he was all for adjusting his plans with little to no notice. Yet, upon arriving at his destination, upon arriving at that exact suite he had hoped for, Hunter would find himself faced with nothing more than a note that contained a rather brief, yet specific set of instructions.

Club Omnia.

Six o'clock tonight.

Love, M

That's all it said, nothing more, nothing less, but the handwriting was certainly familiar enough, as was the overly masculine, slightly intoxicating scent attached to it. Apparently they would be painting the town red before settling in for the weekend, which Hunter considered both exciting and, to be perfectly honest, odd, for they had yet to be seen in public together. But if that was what his man wanted, then he was going to arrive looking his absolute finest. If this was going to be their official 'coming out' as a couple - which he had actually been secretly hoping for for sometime now, public persona be damned - then it was going to be a night neither one of them would soon forget.

Little did Hunter know at the time how true that singular thought would be.

Arriving just a few minutes before six, dressed to impress both his man and whichever media outlets would soon discover the two of them together - because once word got out that a Valentine was in town there would most certainly be a feeding frenzy of photographers to deal with - Hunter was swiftly escorted inside by a ruggedly handsome, well-dressed man who introduced himself as Mr. Dumont. Having no other choice but to follow him through what appeared to be a service hallway, Hunter did just that until they were standing inside a sleek-looking office space. Confused at first by not only the secrecy of his arrival, but the apparent absence of his lover, he was instructed to "make himself at home." Doing just that, yet remaining on his feet as he did, he didn't bother to even remove his stunning topcoat - a coat his brother had recently gifted him during the holidays - as he made himself a drink, having been left to his own devices. But before long, Mr. Dumont would return with yet another unfamiliar face, and for the first time in a long time, Hunter would actually feel a pang of...

Worry? Was that was he was feeling?

It was an odd sensation, seeing that as an affluent Valentine he rarely had a reason to experience such a trivial emotion such as that, but that was exactly what he was feeling as the second man, a Mr. Black, began to speak, and approach, and look at him like he was some sort of newfound toy that was put on this planet for his utmost amusement, and his alone. And had it not been for the spiked drink, nor the presence of Mr. Dumont, Hunter probably would've made every effort to excuse himself from this suddenly questionable scene, but, instead, he was struck silent by the unseen substance in his glass and held firm by the goon who was now grinning at him as his coat was carefully removed from his modelesque form, along with a signet ring on his left pinkie.

What happened after that would be a challenge for his drugged up mind to remember, since it happened so quickly and so violently, but later on, a number of hours later, as he sat bound, gagged, and naked upon some sort of rolling dais, with tears in his bright blue eyes and his shapely ass positioned perfectly in the air, he would seem to recall someone saying something about his older brother, his brother Cade specifically, and how...how...

How this was all his fault.

But why? And what did Hunter have to do with it?

And while the questions were now flowing, he couldn't help but wonder, as the monster returned and spoke once more...

Where the FUCK was Mateo?!

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Mateo, or rather Matt as most called him these days, felt only a small pang of guilt over betraying his lover of the last year. The only reason he had even approached the man in the first place was on Mr. Black's behest. He had deemed it necessary to use Hunter in his plans to get his full revenge on Cade Valentine. After all, there was a different sort of pain associated with witnessing the pain and distress of a loved one over the pain and distress of your own person. Or something like that. Mr. Black had explained everything but to be honest Matt had only been partially listening to the explanation. His employer had been planning his revenge for a great number of years but Matt was simply happy to be along for the ride. The pay was great and the incentives were greater.

So for the past year he had been leading on poor Hunter. They had met at some fashion show or other, Matt couldn't really remember which one, and using the information given to him by Mr. Black he had been able to hit it off quite nicely with the handsome young man. It had actually been a surprise to Matt when their relationship became more than just platonic. He had expected the man to be a straight arrow like his brothers and the original intent had just been to be friends but getting a piece of ass out of the deal made it all the sweeter. He had been keeping Hunter string so closely that when he said jump, the man immediately asked 'how high', or at least that was how Matt viewed it when Hunter had diverted his planned trip for the three day layover in Las Vegas.

All night, even as he had been focusing on keeping Cade quiet with his large lips, Matt had been thinking about Hunter and what he knew was happening to him back stage. Mr. Black had even taken pictures and showed them to him so that Matt knew exactly what predicament his 'lover' was in. Knowing the man was being kept in a constant state of arousal, just waiting to be unveiled, made Matt hard. All he had been thinking about all night was ramming his steely cock into his lover's tight little hole.

So it was that when Mr. Black said he was going to go check on their other VIP of the night, Matt let out a low laugh, knowing exactly what he meant. Now he and Brad were left alone on stage with Cade completely at their mercy.

Kneeling down in front of their captive, Matt looked into his eyes. "I wonder, Mr. Valentine... When is the last time you heard from your brother, eh?" These were the first words Matt had uttered all night, at least to Cade. His accent was thick and heavy but his words were still understandable. Just to be clear which brother he was talking about, Matt slid his hands under the high collar of his own tuxedo and pulled out the silver chain hanging there. Hanging from the chain was a gold and onyx signet ring with the letters HV engraved on the side. "He has a show in New York City on Monday, does he not? So I wonder why it is that his flight plans changed to deliver him here to sin city earlier this very day. But he did not tell you that he is in Las Vegas, did he?" His large beefy hand pat Cade on the cheek and he let out a deep laugh.

Taunt Cade. Let him know his brother is in danger. Those were his instructions.

Standing tall once more, he looked down at the man before him and began to undo his belt. "Now, you are going to suck my cock like a good little bitch. If you even think about biting me, remember that your cock is on full display and easy access for me." His foot nudged the hard, slowly purpling, phallus.

Brad, who had just been watching the exchange with amusement, chose this moment to speak. "Mr. Black was very careful with those scissors earlier but I can assure you that my hand is not as steady as his." He said and undid his tuxedo jacket, opening it up to reveal a long, curved knife tucked into an interior pocket within quick access. "Or shall I say, it is more steady but less restrained. When you are done with Matt, you'll suck me off too."

"Why wait until he is done with me?" Matt said with a smile. "Make him suck us both off at the same time."

This made Brad smile. He carefully re-buttoned his tuxedo and instead began to undo his own belt.

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Seeing the look in Hunter's eyes as he entered, Augustus couldn't help but laugh. "You are probably wondering where Matt is, aren't you?" He asked as he undid the buttons on his left sleeve, slowly rolling his sleeve up over his elbow. "Or shall I call him Mateo? After all, that's what you call him, is it not?" Now he repeated the process for his right sleeve, rolling it up over the elbow as well. This revealed Augustus' tanned arms which were covered in intricate arm tattoes that covered his entire arms.

Reaching down, his hand began to fondle the swollen orbs of flesh hanging between the man's thighs. "These are quite full, aren't they..." It was a rhetorical statement since the man was gagged and unable to speak. "Don't worry, I'll reunite you with your lover shortly. He's waiting for you on stage, but I wanted to ensure that you'd play nicely. So here is what's going to happen, Hunter." Releasing his balls, he moved to the front of the man, where his face was plastered to the floor. "I am going to detach your arms from the spreader bar. When I do so, you will stand up and allow me to attach your wrists together behind your back. Just bare in mind, I have Mateo. I will not hesitate to hurt him if you don't place nicely. Beyond that... The shock collar around your neck is powerful enough to stop your heart if I use it at full power. I really don't want to have to resort to that though. I've never been into necrophilia." With that one statement he implied exactly what would be happening to Hunter when they got up on stage, but he also made it clear what would happen if he didn't cooperate.
By implying that Matt was as much an unwilling participant as himself, it would hopefully encourage Hunter to play along for Matt's sake if nothing else.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Anger.

Blinding anger.

That's all Cade initially felt towards Augustus, towards his two goons, towards Nick - that FUCKING ASSHOLE! - and, if he had had the opportunity to truly reflect on the situation, even himself; however, because there were so many other more viable options to direct his fury towards, namely three right here, self-flagellation would have to wait for later. He knew he had done something horribly wrong, but that was then and this was now, and right now these monsters were taking him on a ride to ruin. If they kept this up, Cade wouldn't have a leg to stand on. He would be as good as dead to anyone who once dreamt about being with Cade Valentine or, more importantly, actually wanting to be Cade Valentine, which his brand had been carefully built on. All of his years of hard work - yes, hard work - of carefully crafting and cultivating his dynamic persona, that appealed to millions, would be for nothing.

Bucking and grunting as he was held firm and then fed god only knew what, Cade was glad that his cock was giving them a hard - or, more accurately, not so hard - time. By him going limp it showed the audience that he was most certainly NOT enjoying this. Right? The mere idea was ludicrous to begin with. The fact that this freak felt the need to not only force an enhancer on him, but strap him up so that he had no other choice but to remain rigid, would only work to his advantage later on. Wouldn't it? Well wouldn't it?!

Finding his mouth on the receiving end of being molested once more, he was unable to clearly see what came next, but in a matter of minutes he could feel his powerful arms being worked into some sort of leather contraption that was going to keep them bound behind his broad back. Then, because they were no longer needed to hold him in place, the goons were able to easily push him to his knees, as directed by the mastermind of this insane situation. Cursing and growling as he went down, he did make an effort to kick at them as they worked him into place, but apparently knowing that this would probably be the case, as if they had done this dozens of times before, he soon found his ankles bound in leather and then his entire sweat slick body secured to the stage.

He was theirs now, to do with as they wished.

And they didn't hold back.

But first, just to ensure that they had him right where they wanted him, which was by the balls, both literally and figuratively, mention was made of another, someone he hadn't seen in several weeks, but thought of and spoke to on a regular basis, because he loved him dearly.

His younger brother, Hunter.

Struck silent, for just a moment, upon hearing them speak about his whereabouts as if they too knew him rather well, that anger from earlier shifted into full blown rage! How dare they drag him into this!? He was innocent! There was no reason to bring him up, to even mention his name at all! No reason whatsoever! But before he could insist upon this, before he could utter even a single threat, his mouth was suddenly being crammed full with not just one throbbing cock, but two!

Just like that, Cade Valentine was being publicly fucked in the face, over and over, until pre was smearing all over his lips and tongue, and spittle was squirting from the sides of his gapping mouth, dripping from his chin, and splashing down upon his exposed, heaving pecs! And while the mixture of laughter and grunts being emitted by the two men, as they raped his throat, was more than enough to cause him the pain and humiliation they had been looking to achieve, the sound of the crowd cheering them on, the sound of them begging for more, truly was a knife to his heart, a crushing blow to his psyche.

Cade couldn't imagine anything worse than this, but, regretfully so, his somewhat limited imagination wasn't the one being utilized here. No, this whole gut-wrenching, seemingly unending, sex-drenched journey to hell was being produced by none other than Mr. Augustus Black. Yet, where was the sick and twisted mastermind? Where exactly had he gotten off to at such a pivotal moment in the production? Surely he would want to witness the exact moment of Cade's downfall. Wouldn't he?

But that moment had yet to come.

Because while it certainly felt like the end for Cade, the end of who he was as a global sensation and as a heterosexual, alpha male, it was truly only the beginning of his end. There was so much more to come, and come it would, in the form of his own flesh and blood, who, against every fiber in his being, was about to willingly play along, all in the name of love. Not brotherly love, as would seem befitting of such a harrowing situation, but the love for another man who was really just a very talented liar, playing his part as he had been paid to do, and playing Hunter like a fucking fiddler on steroids!