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With his victim gagged, it was impossible for him to speak but there was a nod of understanding. So he leaned down and undid the clips connecting the leather wrist cuffs to the spreader bar. His strong hands lifted Hunter into a standing position and brought his arms behind his back, securing them tightly together. He left the leg spreader in place but then undid the gag, finally pulling it free from the man's mouth, allowing him to breathe freely for the first time in hours.

The freedom wouldn't last though. Soon he secured a leather hood on the man's head. He secured a leather strap over the man's eyes and another over his mouth. This tight leather hood was a full sensory deprivation hood which would make it difficult to hear, impossible to see and would force him to breathe through his nose. As a final touch, he wrapped the man's own fur coat around him, mostly hiding his nakedness but with the awkward way he'd had to walk it would be obvious that something was wrong.

Augustus helped Hunter waddle (for with the leg spreader and the vibrating butt plug still stuffed up inside of him, it really was more waddling than walking) out of the dressing room and to the stage.

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Matt and Brad were really enjoying themselves. Cade was having trouble taking both cocks at the same time. Though every time he gagged or spluttered it just turned them on more and they forced more on him. The crowd was so amped up they just kept demanding more. Some were shouting for Matt and Brad to cum, others wanted to see Cade cum, and half a dozen other requests.

Matt came first. As he felt himself at the edge he pulled out of Cade's mouth and used his own hand to push himself over the edge, shooting his load all over the masculine man's face. Seeing the sight was enough to make Brad go over the edge. He started to shoot into Cade's mouth but then pulled back and finished shooting over his face.

The timing was perfect.

No sooner was Cade covered in the seed of not one but two men, but Hunter waddled blindly onto the stage. His face may have been covered with a mask but the coat was unmistakable.

Seeing Hunter with the leather gimp hood made a fresh wave of blood shoot into Matt's cock. He let out a deep, primal growl of lust and licked his lips.

Augustus glanced over at Cade and gave him a wink before he pulled the coat off the man's brother, revealing his naked form. The younger Valentine still had a cock ring around the base of his cock, forcing him to remain fully erect. His arms were tied behind his back and legs spread wide. With his sensory deprivation hood he'd be unable to speak, or rather he could speak just fine but his voice would be very muffled. The only other thing on his naked form was a leather collar around his neck.

"Say hello to your brother Cade." Augustus said with a smile and ran a masculine hand over Hunter's naked body. "Doesn't he just look so delicious? Don't you just want to bend him over and fuck him silly?"

Matt groaned and nodded. "I know I want to." He said quietly then winked at Cade, "Lover boy there has a tight ass. One of the sweetest I've ever had." Then he spoke more loudly, calling out so that Hunter could hear him. "Hunter! Thank God, you okay?"

Augustus slapped Hunter on the ass then lay the man's coat down on the stage in front of Cade. He glanced at Matt and nodded. Together the two men lifted Hunter up, setting him down in front of Cade with his back to his older brother, on his fur coat. With his firm hands he made Hunter kneel down then bend over, pulling his hands back between his legs and connecting them back to the spreader. This left Cade looking at his own brother's plump, naked ass. As Augustus removed the butt plug from Hunter's tight hole, it left his opening twitching and begging for attention. With him positioned on his fur coat either he or Cade cumming would spill their seed on the expensive fur.

"Here's what's going to happen Cade." Augustus said, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Cade's cock, stroking it and pressing the tip against Hunter's plump read end, positioning him at the warm, tight hole. Then he poured a line of lubricant along the man's shaft and let go.

Walking over he stood behind Cade, setting a hand on each of his broad shoulders. "You are going to fuck your own brother. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?" He gently squeezed Cade's shoulder then reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote, holding it out for Cade to see. "This here... It controls the shock collar around your brother's neck." He pressed a button and laughed as Hunter's body jerked from the electrical current. "That was the lower setting... It goes much, much higher... In fact, it goes high enough that it is powerful enough to stop his heart... So here are your options, either you fuck your brother... Or I kill him."

The ultimate test of brotherly love.

What would Cade do? Would he test Augustus' resolve? Would he do as ordered? Neither option was a good one but there was one clear preferred route. Would Cade go through with it though? Would be seen by hundreds of fans fucking another man or would he beg Augustus to let his brother go?
 
Being Cade Valentine certainly had its fair share of perks.

Anything the ridiculously affluent and universally admired man wanted, he could have, without question or delay. Be it big or small, legal or, well, sometimes not, if he craved something, even on a whim, whatever it was would be delivered to him without fail. This even included the occasional designer drug, which he dabbled in, from time to time, when the mood struck him. Therefore, as the evening went on and proceeded to become more and more obscene, more ludicrous, Cade somehow managed to convince himself - even if only for a dozen minutes or so - that this was all just a psychedelic trip, a really, really bad one that had somehow gotten completely away from him and out of control, because there was no way that any of this was actually happening to him.

Not to thee Cade Valentine.

He hadn't been stripped nearly naked before a crowd, only to be left with his enormous cock and balls swaying heavily in the wind before him. He hadn't been bound and then chained to a stage, unable to get away. He hadn't been kissed by two men, nor fucked in the face by them. No. There was no f'ing way in hell! And he certainly, most definitely wasn't having their hot, creamy loads sprayed all over his sweat slick face and squirted into his tousled hair, as well as inside his gapping mouth and down his sore throat. There was no fucking way that any of this was happening to him!

Not to him of all people.

But...but it was.

It had all happened, and was still happening - cum bath and all! - and, from the looks and sounds of it, was going to continue to happen until the man of the hour, the mastermind behind all of this, was fully satisfied that he had found a way to best, to beat, and to bring down Cade, all in the name of... Of what exactly?

Family honor?

But...but why hadn't this monster reared his ugly head sooner? Why had it taken him over a decade to come after Cade? Was he really related to that girl, from all those years ago, or had he simply found the best bit of dirt to run with? But as he returned to the stage, looking ever so smug, ever so fucking arrogant, Cade couldn't help but feel that all of this man's pieces were falling exactly into place, precisely how he had wanted them to, because not only did he have Cade right where he wanted him, but he had Hunter, too.

Jesus Christ.

Unable to look away as the one of a kind coat was dramatically stripped away, unable to convince himself that the now nude man within the leather hood was someone other than his baby brother, Cade actually felt something inside of him snap.

He was going to kill Augustus, and Matt, and Nick, and anyone else who had played a role in tonight's proceedings, and not because of what they had done to him, but because of what they had done to his brother! They were all going to pay dearly, with their lives if they had to, and nobody was going to...

"STOP! FUCKING STOP!" he was suddenly screaming, as Hunter helplessly thrashed before him, bucking and moaning as pulses of electricity were sent racing through his bound body.

Jesus. FUCKING. Christ.

This monster wasn't messing around. This was the real deal, all of this was, and if Cade didn't make the right choice, didn't act quick enough, Hunter would pay the ultimate price, but...but...would either one of them want to live another day knowing that he had...

Dear god.

No.

Shaking, physically shaking now, violently shaking, Cade made one last attempt to break free from his bindings, but no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he bucked, and grunted, and yanked against them, there was only one way for him to go, only one option for him to get them both out of this nightmare. He had to...

"NO!" he bellowed, practically silencing the crowd as he did, as he thrust his narrow hips forward and began to invade the prone, yet liberally lubed orifice of his...

"NO!" he continued to roar, between panting and grunting, as inch upon thick inch of his rigid cock slid deeper inside the silky smooth chamber that belonged to...

"NO!" he thundered, even as his voice grew hoarse and tears began to mix with the cooling semen that was smeared all over his face, his face that perfectly conveyed the anguish he was feeling for being forced to brutalize, no, sodomize someone he loved.

His own fucking flesh and blood.

His own brother.
 
No! ... No! ... No!

It was like music to his ears, listening to the anguish and dispair in Cade's voice as he forced himself into his brother. Clearly he now understood that Augustus was not playing games. He had believed that Augustus would kill his brother if he didn't do this. And he would. Without hesitation. You couldn't threaten a man like Cade Valentine and not follow through.

"What's the matter, bitch? I thought you liked shoving your iron hard cock into unwilling flesh."

With the use of his phone, the video screens along the walls of the club all began to play videos. The videos were all different... Yet they were all the same. The dozens of underage women Cade had raped. Cleo had been the first, but she was certainly not the last. Each video had the poor woman's face blurred out to protect her identity, but each one clearly showed Cade ravishing her against her will. The sounds of 'Please no!' and 'help!' echoed around the room from every video screen. Screams, pleas, struggling; they were all things that clearly turned on the burly man because all he did was laugh and fuck them harder.

The screen behind the stage showed Cleo's unfortunate incident in full, gruesome detail (with Cleo's face blurred or course).

Augustus Black was certainly related to Cleopatra. She was his beloved younger sister. The only family he cared about. He had only been nineteen when Cade had raped her then tossed her to the curb with a big fat check to encourage her never to speak of what had occurred. When it became known that she was pregnant, Cade had sent men to kill her and her unborn child. But...

"I got to her first..." Augustus told Cade as he shouted in disgust, forcing himself into his own brother's backside. "Cleo is still alive. Her child, your child, is still alive."

One simply did not just go after a man like Cade Valentine without a fool proof plan. Valentine was a powerful and influential name. Augustus had learned that as his time as a lawyer. He had already been attending Harvard when Cade raped Cleo, but the act had given Augustus the extra drive he needed to graduate top of his class. Because of that he'd been snatched up by a law firm quickly out of school. But even as he rose through their ranks he realized that a man like Cade Valentine wouldn't fall simply to an affluential lawyer. It could be argued that Augustus was the man he was today thanks to Cade Fucking Valentine.

Why had it taken him thirteen years to come after the man? Why because he had to make sure there would be no backlash. He had to ensure that his actions here tonight would not endanger Cleo or her son. Cade's father was dead. He had died only a year ago. A simple heart attack. Or, at least that's what the coroners report said.

Cade himself would be ruined after today.

Not only had the man been seen completely humiliated, stripped and fucking another unknown man, but the public would now be made aware of his tendency to rape underage women. There would be no recovering from this disgrace... If he lived.

Hunter would also be an easy loose end to tie up. No one here had yet to know who this hooded man that Cade was shoving into was. Other than the men on stage. When the fabulous model didn't appear to the show in New York City, it would be all over the news.

Cade's two other brothers would undoubtedly swear revenge once they caught wind of Cade's public humiliation and disgrace. They were two other loose ends he was already working on.

This is why Augustus had kept his own name out of the papers. After tonight, however, there would be anonymity for him anymore. It had served him well. It had allowed him to place men close to each Valentine. Even now he had trusted men spying on the other brothers. They wouldn't have an opportunity to plot revenge. They would each soon be facing crisis's of their own.

That was all on Augustus' mind as he watched Cade force himself into Hunter.

Using his phone again, he activated the vibrating cock ring around Hunter's cock. For hours now Hunter been kept on the edge of release and that had been after being fed drugs that would fuel his sexual drive. It would be long before the man was cumming, which would drench his one of a kind fur coat. Not only that, it would make his already tight sphincter clench tightly onto Cade's cock. What could possibly be more humiliating to the great Cade Valentine than finding himself cumming in his brother's ass? With the Viagra he had been fed and the stimulation, wanted or not, it was only a matter of time before he too was cumming.

Walking around his bound victims, Augustus knelt down next to Hunter's head. His hands carefully turned Hunter's head to make him look at Cade. "Don't you dare look away." Augustus earned Cade, holding up the remote for the electric shock collar.

Then slowly, almost painfully so, he undid the leather strap covering Hunter's eyes. As the leather was pulled away, crystal blue, unmistakable eyes would focus on his older brother who was thrusting into him from behind. The strap across his mouth remained tight, preventing him from saying anything.

Mateo chuckled darkly and stepped up behind Cade, allowing Hunter to see that his supposed lover was just fine.
 
Hunter Valentine had no real concept of what was going on, of what was truly happening just inches from his naked and prone body, until it was too late.

Much too late.

He had been told that this was all Cade's fault and he had also been told that his lover, Mateo, was in just as much trouble as he, but he didn't understand why. What had they done to deserve such cruel and unusual treatment? Had a secret, year-long affair that only they knew about? It wasn't a crime to be in love with another man, at least not in America it wasn't. Granted, his dearly departed, ultra-conservative father would've probably disagreed with such a notion, but he was gone, and Hunter was certainly old enough to do with his life as he wished.

But how did Cade fit into all of this?

Had he found out about their affair and ratted him out to those who were still in charge of their father's massive estate, which still hadn't been properly divided amongst the four heirs? No. Cade wouldn't have done that to him, maybe to Drake, perhaps even Rick, but not to him. He loved Hunter too much to pull such a shitty move. Cade could be cruel at times, but never in a way that would've harmed him or someone he loved. So the confusion remained, and the questions kept coming, especially since he couldn't hear or see anything, until...

"FUCK!"

Screaming inside the leather hood, Hunter lost control of his body as jolts of electricity tore through it, causing him to buck about like a puppet on a string. Terrified, he fought to regain control, fought to remain conscious, fought not to piss himself, as his heart practically tore through the lean lines of his chiseled chest. Breathing heavy now, practically panting like a wild animal, as a layer of sweat flashed across his exposed skin, he felt firm hands on his shaking body, working him back into place.

What the fuck was happening to him? And why? Why were they doing this? And what about Mateo? Was he here, being assaulted in much the same...

"FUCK!"

Screaming again, Hunter's muffled voice flooded the inside of the hood, along with a spray of warm spittle, as his prone posterior, his lubed up anus, was viciously assaulted by something so thick and so hard, he could only imagine it being a baseball bat that was being rammed up inside of him, inch by unforgiving inch! Had he been fucked before? Yes, he most certainly had enjoyed the pleasures that came with being taken by another man, but this - FUCK! - this was agonizing. This felt like he was being torn open and turned inside out, as the obscene thickness and length repeatedly worked itself in and out, in and out.

Grunting now, as his voice went hoarse from screaming, Hunter literally and inwardly prayed for this torture to end. He...he didn't think he could take much more of this senseless abuse. But then the ring around the base of his own rigid length began to vibrate, which caused a fresh flow of sticky pre to leak freely from the engorged head. Unbeknownst to him, the crystal clear fluid was splashing all over the heavy satin lining of his priceless coat, which was also soaking up not only the discarded sweat that was now pouring off of his bucking body, but the excess lube, with hints of excrement, that was dripping from his now ruined ass.

How...how much more did he have to endure of this? Hadn't they - FUCK! - abused him enough?

But clearly the answer was a resounding no, for as soon as he had this thought the blindfold that had been keeping the rest of the world at bay, had been keeping him in a state of utter ignorance, was snatched away, and not only did he come to realize that he was being raped by another, but he came to realize that that other was his very own brother!

No, no, no, no, NO! his mind screamed, as he saw Cade's massive, muscular form looming over him, thrusting into him, fucking raping him!

How? How was this possible? And where, where was...

Mateo.

Like a knife to the heart, the man that he had trusted, had given himself over to completely, with every fiber of his being, body and soul - and had foolishly worried about - was also looming over him, over them both, but instead of looking mortified as Cade did, he looked...

Triumphant?

This...he...it...it was all...an act? A lie? A FUCKING LIE?!

Unsure of what hurt more, since both bile-inducing revelations were now vying for the top spot, tearing him apart both mentally and physically, Hunter felt something inside of him die as his insides grew cold and his body went limp. At this moment, this very moment, he wanted nothing more than to have the darkness return, to consume him even, so that he didn't have to live another moment knowing what he now knew.

But instead of the darkness, there came more laughter, wicked, uproarious laughter, from all around him, and fucking, seemingly endless, deep-seated fucking that tore away at his tortured form, and his very soul.

How could you, Cade?

How could you?
 
As Hunter turned to look at them, Mateo chuckled. "You see that look in his eyes?" He asked Cade, setting his large hands on Cade's broad shoulders. "That is the look of hurt and betrayal. It is directed at both of us. You, because you are his beloved brother. He looks up to you, but I'm sure you know that. To realize that you are the one raping him, it must break his heart. And if that does not... Seeing this will." One of his hands turned Cade's head so that he was forced to look over his shoulders then he pressed his lips against Cade's once more. It was a deep and passionate kiss. Mateo's tongue invaded Cade's mouth, exploring every inch.

The Latino man had his body pressed close to Cade and ground his body against the other in time with his unwilling thrusting. His hands ran over Cade's shoulders and chest, wrapping around him and exploring his body as though he were enjoying the feel of the other so close. Then, Mateo's hand went into his own suit jacket and what he pulled out was a gold encased iPhone. Cade's phone. Earlier in the evening Mateo had observed that Cade had facial recognition on his phone so all he had to do was pull back enough to hold it up and let it register his face and... The phone let out a small noise as it unlocked. With nimble fingers, Mateo took a picture of him and Cade kissing, turning it in such a way that it was clearly obvious a selfie. In the background of the image it was clear that Cade was fucking the bound Hunter.

After a few more images, and a thirty second video, Mateo pocketed the phone, finally pulling away from assaulting the man's mouth. "Poor little Hunter... You see, he and I met about a month before your father's sad demise. We were quite close, closer than he has ever felt with any man other than you. Then your father passed and he confessed to me that he liked me deeper than a friend. He always had but your father was such a conservatist that he feared doing anything about it. With your father gone, however, he opened himself up to me. We have been dating for nearly a year now... Only, now he sees you kissing me, while you are raping him. What must he think? He does not know that you are only doing this to save his life."

Augustus watched the exchange and grinned, still kneeling next to Hunter's head. He stood and walked over to the two men. By this point Brad had taken a back seat to all the fun but that had always been part of the plan. He would, of course, join in when Cade was the one with his ass in the air, but they needed this part, with Hunter's involvement, to be clean and neat. The only DNA they wanted in this part was Cade, Mateo and Hunter's. "Now listen very carefully Cade." Augustus said calmly, looking into Cade's eyes. There was anger there, deep, firy anger. "I am going to take the leather restraints off your arms. You will not fight, you will not attack. In fact, all you will do, is you will set your hands on Hunter's hips to stabilize yourself... Do you understand?"

It was an odd request. Why bother releasing Cade now? Well, to get video evidence of him raping his brother, of course!

Augustus held up his remote and pressed the button again. Once more Hunter's body began to shake and spasm, his muscles clenching tightly around his brother's steely cock. "All I have to do is twitch my finger. Just remember that." He warned Cade.

Nodding his head towards Brad, who was still standing close by, the younger bodyguard stepped in closer and began to remove the leather restraints keeping Cade's arms behind his back. Once Cade was free, both men stepped back. "Now, with that hood on, Hunter can't hear you. Let's pretend that he can though. I want you to tell him how sweet his ass is. Tell him, how tight he is... Make sure to use his name too." Augustus said with a smile.

Seeing Cade unwillingly rape his brother was actually turning Augustus on more than he ever imagined it would. The man had grown up believing that he could have anything he wanted, no matter what. He had grown up spoiled rotten and willing to rape and destroy other peoples lives for his own amusement.

Augustus himself wasn't exactly clean. He had been forced to stab some people in the back - figuratively speaking - to get where he was today. But there were certain lines he had vowed never to cross, no matter what. One of those was being broken right now. The destruction of an innocent's life. Hunter was indeed an innocent in this whole affair but the way Augustus saw it, he was helping rid the world of not one, but two Valentines. Cade's first rape had been commited when he was twenty-seven. After that he had only gotten worse. With him mentoring Hunter, it was only a matter of time before the twenty-eight-year-old was following in his brother's bloody shoes.

"Act like you actually like this, Cade. I'm not letting you stop until you cum... In fact, I will promise you that as soon as both you and Hunter cum, I will take him back into the back and allow him to rest. No more will be done to him. You however, you'll be staying until closing time. The fun has only begun... Oh, but the collar will remain on Hunter, a little incentive to keep you complacent. The range on this remove is three miles. Anyway, the sooner you two both cum, the sooner you can stop fucking him." He shrugged.

Originally the intent had been to disgrace Cade. To publicly humiliate and destroy him. Augustus had even contemplated killing Cade, but then he had a better idea. Why kill Cade? That was an easy way out.

For thirteen years now he had been by Cleo's side, watching her and seeing how one night had changed her life forever. She wasn't the same, she would never be the same. That one, horrible night had changed her life in so many ways. It wasn't just her becoming at mother at such a young age, it was knowing that she had been raped, of knowing how much her degredation had been worth to a man like Cade Valentine, knowing the man had later tried to kill her and her unborn child. All of that weighed on her.

Now Cade would spend the rest of his life with a similar weight on his chest. He might not care about any of the women he had raped, but he certainly cared about Hunter. Cared about him enough to rape him rather than see him killed. And still Hunter would die.

Cade would know the truth. He would know that Augustus had orchestrated the entire evening around Hunter's death... And Cade's getting framed for it. He would know it, but from his maximum security jail cell there would be nothing he could do about it.

From this day on, Cade would remember the name Augustus Black.
 
As this sick and twisted nightmare continued, Cade found himself shutting down and actually growing numb to the absurdity of it all. He had to, it was the only way he was going to be able to participate in it, to endure it, and, in the end, to walk away from it. He had to shut parts of his mind down and tuck away those raw emotions that were violently eating away at his very soul. He had to put his game face on, so to speak, as if this were some sort of lucrative, life-altering business transaction, instead of the fucked up situation that it was.

So when his body began to be molested once more, he simply allowed it, not fighting against it, and certainly not reciprocating. When it was shoved forward, causing his cock to slide even deeper inside the unwilling hole it was brutally invading - for that's all it was at this point, that's all it could be - he allowed that too. So pictures were being taken? So what. And a video was captured too? Whatever. It could all be erased in the end, and, if not, he would simply play it off as some stupid, drug-induced act, which, most importantly, he was being forced to perform.

It...it meant nothing to him.

All of this...meant...nothing to him.

But as he was told that he was going to be freed, and then told that he would have to appear as if he were actually enjoying this disgraceful act - openly professing his seemingly undeniable pleasure of it all as well - it became harder, actually, damn near impossible, to detach himself from the situation. And to make matters worse, so much worse, he had absolutely no say in the matter. It was either do or die, and not even for him, but for someone he truly and deeply cared about, someone he loved more than anyone else on this godforsaken plant.

There...there had to be another way. Some way that he could beat these monsters at their own game. Surely he could take them all. Couldn't he? But could he take them all AND successfully stop his sibling from being fried with the press of a single button?

No. He couldn't.

He didn't dare even try.

So, instead, he did what needed to be done. He did the dirty act.

All in the name of love.

He not only gripped the hips of the person before him - because it couldn't be Hunter at this point, no fucking way, and it couldn't even be a man that he was raping - but he proceeded to grunt, and moan, and mutter something mildly unintelligible, yet undeniably pleasurable, so that all of their disgusting demands were met. Not once did he actually utter his brother's full name, however, but instead growled words like cunt or just hunt and here or her, so as to appear that he was playing along. Besides, would anyone really be listening to what was being spewed from his spit slick lips? No. Not if he did this right, which he did, against his better judgement, against every fiber of his being. He rotated his v-shaped hips and thrust his generous length deep inside, drilling as if for oil. He worked his throbbing, lube slick cock like a fucking pro, so fast and so furious yet purposefully so, that his movements became a mesmerizing blur, slick skin smacking against slick skin, with balls hitting the wall!

Then...the moment came.

And he came.

And the person beneath him came, too, practically at the exact same moment.

Soon enough there was semen spraying everywhere! Thick, ridiculously copious amounts of the pearly-white seed was now being sprayed across the stage, all over the heavy, satin lining of the sumptuous fur below, and deep inside the now battered and bruised ass of a supermodel turned cumdump, until it squirted out around Cade's still pulsing length and splashed down upon the coat as well.

The dirty deed was now officially done.

Hunter would be safe once more.

Ruined beyond repair, both mentally and physically, but alive, and safe.
 
Once the two men on stage had finally both cum, Mateo was there. He carefully undid the restraints holding Hunter in his precarious position, gently rolling him over to lay on his now soiled one of a kind coat. His large, burly arms wrapped around the smaller form and he stood, carrying him off stage, leaving Cade kneeling in place, staring at the spot his brother had been only a moment before.

Mateo's dark eyes were filled with sadness as he looked down at the barely conscious form in his arms. He shifted the other just a little, cradling his head. When they reached the room Hunter had been tied up in for hours, Mateo sat in a large chair, holding Hunter close.

In truth, to Mateo his fling with Hunter had been little more than a piece of flesh to pound. Though he had clear instructions on what needed to happen next. There were cameras in this room as well. They would capture Hunter's last moments. His last, tragic moments. It would be a show stopper. If the video ever made it to trial, there wouldn't be a dry eye in the audience.

This was Mateo's part in the small crew. Augustus was the Mastermind, the man with a personal stake that funded the entire operation. Bradford had just as much personal stake, but not the money. He was almost as brilliant as Augustus and often helped plan their next move. Mateo was the actor. He had been trying to make it on the big screen when Mr. Black had found him. Classically trained in one of the best schools in the country, it had been hard to find out that there wasn't much calling for a burly man over six feet. An unknown at that. He had no ties, no connections to get him onto the silver screen. Then Mr. Black came into the picture.

Mateo certainly had the brute force and body build to be a personal bodyguard. Though on many occasions Mr. Black had found need of his special talent. There was a clear reason why he had been the one to approach Hunter.

Now, sitting here, holding the man in a way only a lover could, he carefully reached behind the younger man's head and undid the straps securing the leather hood. "Oh, Hunter my love... I am so, so sorry." As he said this he finally pulled the mask free from the man's face.

Setting two large fingers on Hunter's mouth, he quickly said, "Shhh, do not speak. Save your strength." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Hunter's forehead.

"It is your brother, Cade... He snapped. I asked you to meet me here so that we could tell him of our relationship. I know how close you two have always been... I am ready to make it relationship public, but I thought it would be best to tell Cade first... I'm so sorry, I was wrong... He put this collar on you and told me if I did not play along, he..." He trailed off but shook his head, as if unable to go on.

Mateo sat, cradling Hunter and gently rocking. After a moment he began to sing,

"It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up 'cause you were born this way, baby

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars

She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her-"

The door crashed open and there was a man standing there. A tall man that - Mateo knew it wasn't Cade cause he was still being entertained by Augustus and Brad - looked remarkably like Cade. He was tall and imposing and held himself like a man who knew he was in control. With the back lighting it certainly looked like Cade.

"I told you to bring him in here and just leave him here. I said nothing about talking to him." The imposter said, sounding a lot like Cade too.

"I... I had to. I couldn't have him hating me." Mateo said, his voice sounding strained.

The large man in the fur coat slammed a fist against the wall. Then Hunter began to writhe and spasm in Mateo's arms. "No. No! Stop it, FUCKING STOP IT!"

The flailing lasted for only a minute, maybe two, but then Hunter fell still. Deathly still. "No, no... Please no." Mateo muttered, brushing the hair fr Hunter's face and feeling for a pulse. Then he began trying CPR.

"Look what you've made me do. I didn't want to kill him. Take his body to my trunk. I'll deal with the body myself."

Mateo continued to cradle Hunter, tears streaking down his cheeks. "Why?"

"Because if you don't, I will do everything in my power to ensure you go down for his death."

Mateo stared with wide eyes. "I... I would never."

The man in the doorway just shrugged. "You have five minutes to say goodbye. Then I want his body in my trunk."

Once the Cade look alike was gone, Mateo continued to sing.

"'There's nothing wrong with loving who you are'
She said, ''Cause he made you perfect, babe'
'So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say'..."

He only made it about half way through the song before his voice was cracking. Then he bowed his head, letting the tears flow. Finally he stood and carried Hunter's body from the room.

Not a dry eye indeed. Mateo thought as her carried the dead body out to Cade's trunk.
 
Cumming against his will - because how could he not, what with the enhancing pills, the stimulating toys, and his prostate being brutally assaulted, after hours of edging - Hunter or, more specifically, his body, would still manage to experience, to openly express, the waves of pleasure associated with such an explosive, sexual act, regardless of the fact that he was, quite literally, dying inside. While his mind scrambled to come to terms with all of this betrayal, and his now tortured soul gave itself over to the helplessness and utter despair he was feeling, his body reacted accordingly, tingling and tensing, shuddering and spasming, as jet after jet of pearly white seed flew from his throbbing cock. Never in his life had he felt such release!

Little did he know, it would soon be his last.

Collapsing, as only a bound and tortured man could, in a bizarre, haphazard manner, with his assailant's cock still lodged deep inside of him, it was then, and only then, that he became acutely aware that his defiled ass had been flooded with the thick, sticky seed of...of...

No.

He couldn't go there, he couldn't dare to think about it, about who had just done such a horrific thing to him. He...he wasn't thinking clearly, he was under duress, having been kidnapped, stripped, and tortured. They...they had given him some sort of hallucinogenic drug, along with all of the other pills they fed him. That had to be the answer, it just had to be. It couldn't, it just couldn't be...

But after the long, cum-slick cock slid out, inch by painful inch, finally releasing him, and his contorted body was set free from its painful restraints, only to be laid out upon the saturated surface of his own prized possession, Hunter was more or less forced to gaze up upon the distinctive face of his own brother. Even with its pained expression, profusely sweaty skin, and unfamiliarly unruly hair framing it, it was undeniably Cade's face, and heaving body, that loomed large over him.

H-how could you? he wanted to ask, wanted to scream, but instead all he emitted was an anguished moan, that was mostly muffled by the mask that he still wore, as he was suddenly being lifted up and taken away from both the monster and the madness.

Initially thankful to whomever it was who finally felt compelled to step in and rescue him from this horror, the unforgettable sound of Hunter's muffled moans would continue to fill the air - and forever haunt Cade - as he quickly came to realize that it was Mateo who had easily scooped him up and whisked him away, soiled coat and all. Had this happened a hour ago, before being brutalized by his own brother, he would've felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of relief and, perhaps, even joy of being in the arms of the man he once loved, but now, now that he knew who Mateo really was, now that he had shown his true colors by making out with his brother right before Hunter's eyes, he felt nothing but dread.

No, dread and hatred.

It was an interesting mix of emotions to have, with fear and fury fighting for the top spot, but by the time the two men landed in that large, leather chair, in the corner of that dimly-lit office space that would soon serve as the dramatic backdrop of Hunter's final moments on this planet, it would be fury that would win out in the end and consume the young Valentine in full.

Trembling with rage as Mateo held him firm and proceeded to spew utter nonsense at him, Hunter wanted nothing more than to exact some sort of equally torturous revenge upon those who had done this to him and his brother, for there was no way in hell that Cade would've done what he just did without being manipulated to do so. And then, as if to cement this newfound theory, this theory that his rage-filled mind could now clearly see, an imposter arrived and...

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Watching as his baby brother was taken away, completely unaware that it would be the last time that he would see him alive, the very last time that he would hear his voice, albeit muffled - Why the FUCK does he have to sound like THAT? - Cade fell back on his haunches, with his raging hardon still dripping drops of cum from its wide piss slit, and proceeded to breathe the deepest sigh of relief.

It...it was over, at least for Hunter it was. He was being taken away to be tended to, or so Cade hoped that that would be the case. He wouldn't have to suffer any longer, even though the threat remained that he could be harmed again if Cade didn't play along, but at this point, he had no intention of doing anything, not a single thing, that would harm him for even a minute more. Against his better judgement - and his will - he would continue to play along. He would see this through to the bitter end, and then...

They would get their revenge.

You see, when a Valentine was wronged, no matter what differences existed between them at the time, they always managed to come together and do what needed to be done to restore the family name. The fact that two of them had been assaulted in a single night and, worse still, had been used against one another, would only fuel that fire more. Without question, Cade was certain that Rick would rise to the occasion, bringing his brute force to the table. As for Drake, he would probably need a bit more convincing, seeing that he was typically the most mistrustful of the four - especially after the last incident that involved Hunter being harmed - but he would still do what was right in the end.

They would all play their part, and Augustus and his network of goons would fall, preferably all at once, but like dominoes, if need be.

So lost in these thoughts, Cade actually missed the moment that he was dragged to his feet; however, his focus snapped back to the here and now as he suddenly felt a sharp tugging upon his hips and then heard the distinct sound of fabric ripping as what was left of both his tuxedo slacks and designer briefs were torn free from his sweaty body. Soon enough, from the waist down, he was standing in nothing more than his velvet dress pumps and silk, over-the-calf socks, which, from the crowds point of view, finished off his ridiculous Chippendale-esque costume perfectly. Granted, so few were actually paying that much attention to such trivial details, for most eyes were now locked on his still - painfully - erect cock, plump, low-hanging balls, and rock-solid ass, which was now on full display, in all of its perfect, beefed-up glory.

Unable to imagine what was in store for him next, Cade, now fully exposed, not only clung to the knowledge that his brother was now safe - well, as safe as he could be, given the circumstance - but he also relished in the much darker notion that these monsters, each and every one of them, including that whore and her bastard child, would soon be no more.

For his form of revenge, most definitely served cold, would be of the lethal kind and nothing less.
 
After Mateo left with Hunter, Augustus and Brad dragged Cade to his feet. In one, swift movement what was left of the man's trousers were torn away. There was a murderous rage in the refined man's eyes. There was no doubt in Augustus' mind that even as Cade grudgingly cooperated with him, the man was plotting his own revenge. As much as Augustus hated to admit it, he and Cade had a lot in common. They were both patient individuals. Augustus had waited thirteen years to get his teeth into Cade. How long would Cade wait? Ten, twenty... maybe even thirty years? Even behind bars, the influential Valentine might have enough pull to accomplish something. No amount of planning could account for what a desperate man might try.

Even so, he would not stop now. Could not stop now. He had already taken it too far and he knew that even as they stood here Mateo was acting out the dramatic death scene in the back room.

Carefully, Augustus plucked the gold and onyx cufflinks from the french cuffs still secured to Cade's wrists. "Lookie here." He said casually as he held one up for Cade to see. "It looks like I overlooked something when I was auctioning off all your things earlier... I think I'll keep these for myself... for now" He winked at the man and then nodded to Brad.

Bradford walked over to the briefcase and pulled out another set of leather cuffs, these ones more like the ones still on Cade's ankles, still securing his strong feet to the stage floor.

"You know, I have been planning this day for such a long time. When you walked through those doors this evening, all I wanted to do was pound your ass right then and there..." He said smoothly as he carefully wrapped one of the cuffs around Cade's wrist, covering the fench cuff again. "Though I have been patient for thirteen years, so I made myself wait a little longer." Walking around the man with a slow, measured pace that somehow just showed how in control he was, Augustus began to secure the other leather cuff onto the man. "Now all my patience is about to pay off." Cinching the band tight enough to hurt, he smiled and then winked.

While he had been keeping Cade's attention with his words, a long, black silk rope had lowered from the ceiling. Reaching up, Augustus grabbed onto it and then raised Cade's left arm. He tied the rope onto the silver loop of the leather band. Then he raised the man's other arm and secured it as well. Turning, he glanced at Bradford, who was stationed at a control panel at the far wall. Holding his hand out with his thumb up, he jerked his hand upward slightly in an upward motion and Brad nodded. The rope began to retreat back into the ceiling, pulling Cade along with it.

Slowly, Cade's feet began to lift up, off the stage but with them still anchored to the stage, it wasn't long before his body was starting to get stretched. It was a slow, menacing sort of stretch and Augustus watched as the man's body was stretched. And stretched. And stretched. He saw muscles strain, heard a couple joints pop, and just as it looked as though Cade's shoulder my dislocate, he motioned to Brad and the pulling stopped. Cade was stretched so taught that even breathing would be difficult. The skin of his torso was pulled tight, leaving it extra sensitive when Augustus began to run his smooth hands over the man's smooth flesh.

Standing behind Cade, so that the audience could see his naked form and glistening, hard cock, Augustus wrapped his arms around Cade and grabbed his nipples, pinching and slowly rolling them between his fingers.

"You know... I had contemplated feeding you some sort of designer drug to make you trip balls... But then I decided against it. I want you conscious and aware of everything I am doing to you... I want you to be here.. and now while I destroy your body." His eyes traced over the tense, veiny neck and well-toned arms of his captive. "The body that you have worked so hard to make perfect."

The scent of the large, burly man was intoxicating and he stood there fore a long few moments, just running his hands over the naked flesh as he enjoyed the closeness.

Finally, he pulled himself away and walked over to his briefcase, which was so full of fun and surprises. He picked up a pair of forceps and returned to Cade. Holding up the first one, he ran it over the man's chin and then down his neck, across his chest and came to a stop at his pert nipple. "Have you ever stopped to consider why men have nipples?" He asked casually as he opened the forceps and then closed them down, around the tender nub, squeezing tightly until the forceps clicked and locked into place. "They don't produce milk... They aren't generally thought of in a sexual nature..." He brought the other set of forceps to the man's other nipple and clamped it on just as tightly.

"But they are centers of nerves and therefore quite sensitive to pain." Giving a small jerk on the forceps, he tested how strongly they held on. The flesh stretched slightly but the metal showed no sign of releasing the red nubs of flesh.

Leaning in close, Augustus ran the tip of his tongue over the stretched flesh. The crowd was cheering in approval and as he stepped back to admire his work, the smiled at Cade once more. "Have you ever thought about nipple piercings?"
 
Cade had actually expected to be both bound and secured at this point - since allowing him to remain free would've been a grave mistake on Augustus' part - but being roped up and then lifted, like some puppet on a string, was not what he had envisioned at all, and to make matters worse, it fucking hurt like hell!

Being pulled higher and higher, as well as wider at each extremity, he started to wonder, truly wonder, if this was how his life would actually end, in such a sensational, yet senseless way, with his beautiful body being literally torn apart! Wasn't this how they finished men off in medieval times? Weren't they hung, drawn and quartered for committing some heinous crime? Jesus! Was Augustus really going to do that here, with all of these people watching?

However, just when he thought that his built body couldn't take any additional abuse - since most of his joints had already popped at least once - the pulling abruptly stopped, leaving him hanging in mid-air, so spread-eagled it actually hurt to breathe. But breathe he did, heavily, regardless of the pain it caused, until he heard Augustus say something about wanting to destroy his body, as he toyed with the entirety of it before focusing in on his nipples.

Somewhat confused at first by this sudden fascination with that particular part of his body, it became more clear to Cade that this was simply where the sadistic monster was going to start his path of destruction, for the next thing he knew each one was being viciously clamped and then violently stretched! Crying out in pain, Cade swiftly regretted this natural reaction as his bound body bucked against its bindings, causing the pain in his pecs to pale in comparison to that which now coursed through his arms and legs.

Panting and profusely sweating once more, as he tried to calm himself down, tried to focus on anything other than the pain that he was feeling with every fiber of his being, it would actually be Augustus himself who would give Cade something new to focus on as his nipple was licked and his throbbing cock immediately responded by releasing a fresh stream of pre; however, it would be the mention of piercings that would garner the most attention and elicit such a negative reaction.

"No," Cade would mutter, through clenched teeth, as he fought to remain calm, for fear of causing himself more pain. "Don't you fucking dare," he would then spit, shooting Augustus a look that would've chilled most men to their core.
 
Augustus just smiled and winked at his captive. Then he turned to look at the crowd. "Any audience members that may have a queasy belly... This would be a wonderful time for you to head to another part of the club for a while. We are still serving drinks and food out on the veranda as well as down Heart of Omnia." He announced. There was shuffling as many of the audience members left at this point. A fair few still remained, but less than half.

While the crowd was shuffling about, Augustus stooped and rummaged through his briefcase yet again. "Brad, would you fetch me a table of some sort please? I'm tired of stooping to get into this case." He commented simply as he pulled out a smaller black box. A moment later Brad appeared with a table and Augustus set the small box on it. He opened it and pulled out a long 14 gauge piercing needle. Traditionally first piercing, at least for nipples, were done with a 16 guage, a size smaller than the one Augustus had picked.

He pulled on a glove, holding the needle with the gloved hand, then without looking at Cade, he pulled out a lighter and began to heat the end of the needle. It would be a lot more painful with a heated needle. Though it would also cauterize the wound, making it more likely to stay open and not heal closed, even years from now.

As he worked, Augustus began to whistle a merry tune. When the metal was a warm red color, he put the lighter down and walked over to Cade, With the forceps clamping his nipples the way they were, it left his nipples stretched and exposed. The forceps even had circular tips, as though they were meant for stabilizing the flesh for piercing. "Take a deep breath... Normally I'd give you something to bite down on so that you don't accidentally bite down on your tongue.. But I really don't care if you bite down on your tongue, so..." He shrugged and before Cade had a chance to object, he pierced the red hot needle through the man's stretched nipple. A drop of blood came out of the end of the needle and slowly ran down the man's bare chest.

When he pulled the needle out, more blood began to drip, though only a few more drops since the wound was cauterized by the heated metal. Just as quickly, however, Augustus reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the man's cufflinks and slid it into the new hole. It was a tight fit.

"One down, one to go." Augustus said and picked up the needle again. Once more he began to heat the metal, returning to his carefree whistling. Looking up, he met Cade's eyes before stabbing the needle through the other nipple. Again a drop of blood escaped and again after pulling the needle out, he slid the other cufflink in.

"Such fitting jewelry... Wouldn't you say?" He asked with a laugh and tweaked the new piercings.


He ran a finger up the man's chest, tracing the blood. Then he lifted his hand and smeared the red liquid over Cade's lips. "That was so much fun, we should do it again... Where should we pierce next, hmm?" He asked and began to run his hands over the other again. "Here perhaps?" He asked and grasped the man's eyebrow. "Or here..." The bridge of his nose. Shaking his head, his hands began to wander down the naked body. "Here perhaps..." He gripped his belly button. Though his hands continued to drift South.

"I know..." He said and wrapped his hand around the man's cock. "There are so many different piercings we could do along here..." He said, running his hand up and down the length. "A Jacob's ladder perhaps?" He looked into Cade's eyes. There was a hard steely look in Augustus' eyes that showed he wouldn't hesitate to follow through. "Do you know what a Jacob's ladder is?" It was a rhetorical question and he didn't even pause long enough for an answer. "It is a series of barbells that pierce the underside of a cock. They are tricky though because if even a single one is done wrong, it could pierce your urethra and cause undo harm... You've got such a nice, large cock... I'm sure we could fit eight of them..."
 
"I swear to god," Cade continued to snarl, which he followed up with a series of colorful threats, as Augustus proceeded to put on another show, drawing out the inevitable by first making an announcement, then requesting a table, before taking his sweet time to prepare himself and his instruments; however, once the needle came into view and the lighter joined it, the large, mouthy man quickly quieted.

W-what more could he say? Clearly this monster had every intention of following through with his promises. His plan all along wasn't to just ruin a megastar's reputation, but to literally ruin his physical form, as he saw fit. And mental scarring wasn't enough either! No, he had to leave here with some form of external damage, too, for having him rape his own brother just wasn't enough for the great Cade Valentine.

Watching with a fixed look of horror on his face as the once grey metal slowly turned a ruby red, Cade felt his insides begin to churn with waves of nausea. With his heart beating heavy now behind his slightly heaving pecs and his pulse, in turn, thrumming loudly in both of his ears, he barely registered the warning that was uttered just before...

"FUCK!"

Screaming as if he had just been stabbed - Wait. No. He actually had been! - Cade continued to groan in pain as the scorching hot needle exited his now pierced nipple, only to be replaced with...with...one of his chunky cufflinks?

What the hell? was all he could think, as he looked down upon the glittering accessory that hung heavy within his stretched out nip. What the...

"FUCK!" he then screamed, for a second time, as his other nipple was swiftly assaulted and similarly adorned!

Suddenly struck silent as his sore throat demanded a delay in use, that didn't stop Cade from expressing his rage by grunting like a wild animal or rattling the metal links attached to his leather cuffs, nor did it stop him from shooting daggers at his assailant who was currently blathering on about additional places to pierce him.

Would...would he really not stop at his nipples? Was he seriously going to cover him from head to toe in a bunch of holes that would take weeks, if not months to recover from? Yet, as the moments passed and certain parts of his body were casually considered, but then playfully passed over, it became painfully obvious where this was headed.

Feeling Augustus' hand wrap around his still engorged cock, Cade had no other choice but to listen to the asshole as he went on about an elaborate series of piercings that would decorate the entire, long length. Unable to imagine him taking on such a time-consuming task, especially given the fact that he seemed to be eating up the unwavering and overly enthusiastic attention of his still sizable audience, it suddenly became shockingly clear, as Brad stepped forward with yet another black box, that this lunatic had no intention of performing this particular modification.

No, he had something even worse in store for Cade, something that he and, more specifically, his magnificent manhood would more than likely never recover from.
 
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Cade was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His heart rate was up and his body was heaving. If Augustus pushed too hard, it would cause a heart attack or other unwanted consequence and then he'd not get to finish his revenge. So, he decided to give the man a short break.

"Brad, shine him up." Augustus told his sidekick and the man nodded. Going through the briefcase Brad pulled out a bottle of coconut oil. Pouring some onto his hands, he slowly began to slather the almost clear substance all over Cade's naked body. The result was to make him smooth and shiny, even more sexually charged than before. The remaining blood on his chest got smoothed into his skin.

His hands ran across his chest, nudging the still taught nipples in the process, then over his shoulders. He had to get more oil a few times but the end result was a glistening, beautifully stretched Cade.

Of course, it was more than just coconut oil. It was a special lotion that would heighten the nerve endings, making his skin more sensitive.

"Much better." Augustus said with a smile. "Forget about the Jacob's Ladder... You are getting a Prince Albert. This is one of my favorites. So the needle goes up your urethra, then I bend your cock then pierce the needle out just behind to hear of your cock..." Opening up the newest box, he pulled out the large 1/2" Tribal ring and held it up for Cade to see. "Of course, with the thickness of this I would normally spend... a month or two stretching your hole to get this ring to fit. But, well, we don't have that kind of time, now do we...?" He asked with a smile and reached up to pat Cade's cheek. "So we'll have to use a knife."

At that moment, Mateo returned from his 'errand'. Looking him over, Augusutus could see that the man had changed his clothing. That was... unusual. Shaking his head but not questioning it here, with Cade watching, he smiled. "Perfect timing Matt. I need you to gag Cade for me."

There were some parts of this procedure that Augustus preferred to do himself but there were others he would allow others to do. Shining Cade up with oil - albeit quite fun - was messy and he didn't want to stop to go wash his hands. In fact, he met Brad's eyes and nodded. Now that Matt was back, the smaller bodyguard left to do just that. It was hard to handle tools with oil-slicked hands.

"My pleasure." Matt said and retrieved the open-mouth gag from the briefcase. The surgical-looking tool was forced into Cade's mouth and then Matt opened it until Cade's mouth was stretched wide open, painfully wide. Now the man wouldn't be able to spit at them and his words would be unintelligible.

While Matt was securing the gag, Augustus used some firm tape to tape Cade's eyelids open so that he couldn't blink.

Augustus released the forceps from Cade's nipples, allowing them to adjust to the weight of the new piercings. Then, resuming his whistling, he attached a short chain from one of the cuff links up to one side of the open-mouth gag. Then he repeated the process for the other side. The chains were short enough that Cade had to keep his head bowed or he'd pull on his freshly pierced nipples. With his head bowed, he'd have no choice but to watch what Cade was doing to him. Turning his head one way or the other would pull on one or the other of his nipples. He couldn't close his eyes. He couldn't turn his head away. He couldn't pull his head back. He would have to watch whatever gruesome sight Augustus had planned.

From the briefcase, Augustus now pulled another small black box. When he opened this one he revealed a syringe and needle with two clear vials. He attached one of the clear vials to the syringe and then knelt down and grasped one of the man's balls in his hand. Without any warning, he pressed the needle into the soft skin and injected the clear liquid. It was a saline and chemical compound of Augustus' own design. The saline would fill the man's teste, making it feel full and swollen. The chemicals contained in the serum would also kick his semen production into overdrive, causing him to produce more, which would also increase the pressure as his balls filled up more. With the leather strap around his cock and balls, the more his balls swelled, the more painful it would be. Augustus took the empty vial off the syringe and attached the second one, injecting this one into his other ball.

Soon it would feel to Cade like he had a month's worth of cum built up and the worst case of blue balls he could imagine.

Returning the syringe to the case, Augustus pulled out a urethra stretcher. He slid the base ring down far enough behind the head that he'd be able to make his incision, then inserted the two long, thin metal tubes into the man's piss slit - he didn't bother with lubricant. Then he began to twist the wing nuts, pulling the two further and further apart. Soon the hole was pulled so wide apart that Augustus was able to slide his pinkie into the man's urethra. "How does it feel to have someone fuck you against your will?" He asked, looking up at Cade as he slid his finger in and out of the stretched hole.

Then he pulled a knife from his pocket and held it up. It was a very sharp, thin and long straight-edge razer. "Are you ready?" He asked, lowering the scalpel and pressing it to the soft, sensitive skin along the underside of the man's tortured cock.
 
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At some point, the numerous video screens had stopped displaying the looping footage of Cade having sex with countless, young women - which, in his self-absorbed mind and previously untouchable world, was less of a crime and more of an impressive accomplishment, especially given the number of conquests he had achieved in such a short period of time - only to be replaced with a series of live feeds of him being publicly humiliated, degraded, and tortured. Most had a full, head-to-toe shot of his now entirely nude form in all of its strung up, muscular glory, but a few had close-ups of his contorted, yet undeniably handsome, sweat-slick face, his massive, heaving pecs with their newly minted piercings, his shapely - and utterly vulnerable - ass, and his legendary package that remained both trussed up and fully erect, oozing a consistent stream of pre at this point.

Still suffering from a voiceless, sore throat, Cade simply grunted a few times at Brad as he began to slather his body in coconut oil. Oddly enough, it actually felt good, almost too good, to be rubbed down as if he were at some tropical resort about to either lay out poolside, so that he could work on his tan, or, better yet, receive a deep-tissue, full-body massage, but before long it became obvious that this wasn't your typical brand of body oil. Oh no, of course not. This was Augustus he was dealing with after all, a man who despised him to his very core, so there had to be some sort of underlying, almost backhanded assault that would come even with this, which it did, all too soon, in the form of his body slowly feeling as if every last inch of it had just been injected with some sort of chemical that caused him to become even more aroused, almost obscenely so!

Moaning by the time Brad was done, literally moaning against his will because his body demanded such release, voice or no voice, he also found himself oozing an even thicker stream of pre, as his skin tingled, no, practically vibrated, lusting and longing to be repeatedly fondled and caressed. So lost in this newfound form of torture - that, had this been a different time or place, would've actually been considered quite an amazing experience - Cade nearly missed Augustus' official announcement of what would be happening to him next. It wasn't until he actually presented the insanely enormous ring that the moaning man nearly choked on the words that soon flew from his tender throat.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" he did manage to growl, spitting and spewing at the smug asshole as he defiantly stood before him, showing off the thick metal piercing like it was some sort of limited-edition bauble, instead of the obscene monstrosity that it was. "I SWEAR TO GOD! I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS IF YOU COME ANYPHERE NEER ME OR MA CAHK WHIFF UH FURKIN' NOOF. DUYUHUNDARSHANDMAASHHOLE?"

Gibberish. Utter gibberish. That was all that was now coming out of Cade's gaping mouth as Matt secured and then worked open the metal gag that forced his teeth and lips apart in an almost maniacal looking manner. After this bit of torture, his head was then skillfully worked into a prone position where he had no choice but to gaze down upon his manhood. If he dared to look away, he risked ruining his nipples for good.

Jesus Christ.

Breathing heavy now, but not too heavy, for fear of tugging too hard on the chains that held him captive, Cade was soon drooling all over the satin bow tie that somehow remained neatly in place around his thick neck - shirt collar and all - as well as across the glistening hills of his oiled up pecs. With eyes wide - because he had no other choice thanks to bits of clear, surgical tape that made him look even more insane - he then watched as needles were inserted into his nut sac, first the left, then the right. Almost immediately, he felt something happening to him, something happening to them, as they started to swell up, grow heavier, and ache with a need to be unloaded.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

What the hell was happening to him? What the fuck was this monster doing to his body?

But the worse was yet to come, for the next thing he knew the swollen head of his throbbing cock was being encircled by a snug ring, while at the same time his pre-oozing slit was being invaded by a pair of metal rods that were attached to...to...

Watching with terror in his already wide eyes, Cade couldn't believe what he was witnessing, but without any delay, without any warning, his already generous piss slit was being stretched wider, and wider, and wider still, until - OH FUCK! - the slit was now a sizable hole that was wide enough for the psychopath to stick most of his pinkie inside...then draw it out, then ram it back in, as if he were fucking it, which is exactly what he stated not a second later!

Feeling as if he were either going to puke or piss himself at this point, it would actually be the sudden urge to shit himself that would soon overrule both bodily functions, as the wickedest looking instrument was then brought out with a theatrical flourish.

With its highly-polished, smooth surface capturing the stage lights, it was actually hard to tell what it was at first, as it glittered and danced in the air just a few inches away from Cade's cock, but as the razor-sharp edge connected with the tender flesh of his twitching manhood and it proceeded to easily slice through the taut skin and fatty tissue below, he knew - OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! - exactly - NO! NO! FUCK NO! - what the tool was - JESUS! JUST KILL ME! - and what it was being used for!

It was a FUCKING KNIFE and it was being used to modify, no, to FUCKING MUTILATE one of Cade's most prized possessions in all the world, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing he could do about it but...

Pass out.
 
The look of sheer terror on Cade's face as he finally realized that Augustus was actually going through with this was priceless. At the moment if the man hadn't been gagged, would he have continued with his death threats, or would he have switched to begging and pleading Augustus not to do it?

His left hand held the man's cock, holding it steady while his right pressed the tip of the scalpel to the tight flesh. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he applied pressure to the blade and it sliced into the sensitive skin. Then, much like carving a pumpkin, Augustus began to move the blade in a sawing motion. Blood was already spilling down from the wound, starting to form a pool on the floor between Cade's designer shoes. Augustus held the cock up high enough that the blood didn't spill over the scalpel, but rather dripped straight down or dribbled over his cock and balls. Some solid down his masculine thighs while yet more formed a second puddle under where it dripped off his swollen balls.

Soon both puddles joined into one. There was a lot of blood.

Dragging the already painful process out as long as he could, watching the red liquid spilling forth, he eventually returned to the place he had started and a chunk of flesh fell from the man, landing in the pool of blood on the stage floor. Blood was flowing more quickly now but Augustus was careful not to get any of it on his white clothing.

Picking up the large ring, he fed it in through the stretched urethra and out through the newly cut hole. He turned the wingnuts on the stretcher, loosening them and sliding the metal device off even as he was sliding the ring in through the hole. When he let go, the weight of the ring forced the man's cock to sag, pulling on the fresh wound.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked with amusement but when he looked up be saw that Cade was hanging heavily from his restraints. His head sagged, saliva dripping out of his mouth almost as steadily as the blood was dripping from his newest piercing. His eyes were still wide open but the pupils were turned up, revealing a lot more white to his eyes.

Cade had passed out.

With a sigh, Augustus stood and the first thing he did was remove the tape from the man's eyes. Then he set his bloody knife back on the table.

"I need a cigarette. If he wakes, call me." Augustus said to Matt as he passed. Turning to the audience, he gave a bow then walked off stage. He stopped by his office to retrieve his phone, which was in the pocket of his suit jacket he'd had the waiter bring in here, and his cigarettes.

Once outside, he glanced at the dirty wall but thought better of leaning against it, the dirt would be highly visible on his clean white clothing.

Standing there in the poorly lit alley, his hands covered in the blood of his enemy, he contemplated life. How long had he been dedicating his life to the destruction not Cade and his family. What would he do once his work was complete?

By the time he finished his cigarette, he had a gloomy feeling in the pit of his stomach. What did one have to drive them forward when their goal of thirteen years was complete?

Crushing the remains of his cigarette under his foot, he made his way back inside. Cade was still out cold.

"Fetch the smelling salts." He told Brad, who by now was standing back on stage with Mateo. The crowd was losing interest, slowly starting to wander off. Though at the return of Augustus they started to gather once more.

When the salts were under Cade's nose, the man gave an instinctive jerk, which caused him to tug viciously on his nipples. The pain, more than anything, would bring him back to the waking world.

It was a strange sight. Augustus, in his white clothing, hadn't gotten a single drop of Cade's blood on anything more than the exposed flesh of his forearms. It was almost ludicrous.

"Welcome back Cade. Did you enjoy your break?" Augustus asked casually, as though the man were a performer that had retired to his room for a short interval and had just returned to the stage.

Cade wasn't the only one who looked less formal than he had upon entering the club this evening. Though Augustus had chosen to shed his own clothing so it wasn't as demeaning for him to be standing here with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up past his elbows. The shirt was still tucked neatly into his dress slacks and his tie was fastened into place by a clip halfway up his torso. Other than the tattooed forearms covered in dried red blood, Augustus was still decently professional looking, albeit a little casual with the rolled sleeves.

He was about to say something more to Cade when he felt his left pant pocket vibrate. Glancing down at his pants, it took Augustus only a second to know that his personal phone was in his right pocket.

"One moment." He said smoothly and fished the phone from his pocket. The fact that he was bothering to go for his phone at a moment like this would be like a slap to the face to Cade. Even though it was postponing whatever pain the man was sure to inflict next, it showed that even now Augustus didn't think Cade important - or rather his phone was more important than Cade. Augustus himself found it extremely rude to pull out your phone while speaking with someone, which was part of why he did it. Yet another way for him to show Cade that he was the one in control and that it was his schedule they were playing by.

There was a new text message displayed on the simple phone. This was not Augustus' main phone. Indeed the phone wasn't actually even his. He had acquired it thirteen years ago but it wasn't his.

[I've got a new job for you.]

That's all the message said. It was rather cryptic but that was to be expected.

[I'm already on a job.] He replied simply. As he was typing on his phone he noticed a red smear on his right thumbnail. Cade's blood. Frowning slightly, he pocketed the phone and lifted his hand, pressing his thumb into Cade's mouth and wiping his thumb on the man's tongue. When he pulled his hand back out, he proceeded to wipe the saliva across the man's shiny chest instead. He knew he'd get a reply to his message.

Sure enough, a moment later his phone vibrated again.

[This job is of the utmost importance and can't be trusted to anyone else. I'll pay double your hazard pay if you drop what you're working on.]

Double hazard pay? Well, that was a pretty penny. Not that Augustus actually needed the money, the sum still made him smile though.

[What's the job?] The fact that he even asked that meant that he was agreeing to it and he knew that the man on the other end would know it too.

The reply was almost instantaneous. [Find Rick Valentine.]

After thirteen years of doing this, Augustus knew that 'Finding' a subject was a hostage rescue. He had received the same message three years ago; 'Find Hunter Valentine'. He smirked and sent back one last message. [I'm on it.]

"Good work Sammy." He said quietly, for he knew Samuel was the man on the other end of the message. He was no doubt following Drake's instructions, and it was Drake himself that had undoubtedly authorized the double hazard pay. For years now the Valentines had no idea that Augustus had a hand in their dirty work, or that they had unknowingly been partially funding his revenge. He knew all the dirty things they got up to. For thirteen years he'd been cleaning up their messes.

Poor Hunter. He was the only one that had never had a single mess for Augustus to handle. Augustus felt a little bad about offing the kid.

Augustus held up the phone for Cade to see. The name of the contact the messages had come from was DV. Though Cade would recognize the cryptic conversation. He himself - or possibly Nick, Augustus wasn't sure which - had sent messages just like this to Mr. Smith over the years. Though he more often 'Cleaned up' for Cade. Which meant destroying evidence or otherwise covering up some sort of scandal, such as rape.

Mr. Smith. The anonymous fixer that Valentine Senior had sent to kill Cleopatra all those years ago. The fixer Samuel had killed. It had been easy for Augustus to take his place. No names were ever exchanged, only aliases. They never met in person and all wire transfers were routed through dummy accounts. Untraceable.

By showing the email to Cade, Augustus knew he was revealing part of his hand. It would explain how he had gotten his hands on all these videos of Cade's victims. Though he knew that Cade would not be in any position to reveal the information to anyone, especially Drake. Besides, if Augustus was the man that Cade and his family had been turning to in order to clean up their messes, then who could Cade trust with that knowledge? Augustus had Nick on his side, who else had Augustus converted over his years of planning?

Augustus had Hunter. Augustus had Cade strung up and being publicly humiliated, and mutilated on stage. Augustus had Drake contacting him to rescue Rick. All the Valentine brothers were playing into his hands.

With all the overwhelming information he was feeding the other - not to mention the duress he'd just put his body through - he wanted to show how much control he had over this man's life. How much had Cade done in the past ten years that had played straight into Augustus' hand?

What Augustus was doing now was the equivalent of the villainous monologue seen in television series - without all the talking. He was revealing bits and pieces of his plans, but not enough for Cade to get the upper hand, just enough for him to realize that Cade was out of his depth.

It was a lot to take in and even as Cade was trying to process it all, Augustus leaned down, picked up the scrap piece of flesh and pressed it into the man's mouth. His bloody hand covered Cade's mouth as his other hand undid the chains attached to his nipples. Then, in a forceful motion, he tilted the man's head backwards. With the gag in place Cade would be forced to either swallow the gruesome object in his mouth, or choke on it.
 
Coming too with a violent start, Cade did exactly what he hadn't wanted to do earlier. He proceeded to jerk his heavy head back and yank on the chains that were attached to his nipples! Crying out in pain - which sounded more like a gurgling, guttural, choking sound, due to his mouth still being gagged - his eyes quickly darted from one nip to the other. Thankfully, he had somehow managed not to rip either one apart, but...but then...

Why was there so much blood?

AND SO MUCH MORE FUCKING PAIN!

Almost as if someone had forgotten to turn on a light upon descending a set of stairs into a pitch black basement, that light, that white hot, burning light was suddenly flicked on, as Cade came to a bit more, and with it came the torturous pain and the agonizing realization that his gorgeous cock, his most beautiful body part - although, a large portion of his fanbase would argue that it was his beefy ass that was finer - had indeed been butchered beyond repair!

Looking down at the bloody mess, all Cade could focus on was the gigantic, metal ring that entered his now grotesquely disfigured slit, ran through the thickness of his plush cockhead, and exited - FUCKING EXITED?! - out the underside!

Feeling fresh bile flash hot in his already sore throat, that feeling of nausea, that uncontrollable feeling of wanting to puke, quickly returned, but because of the way his mouth was worked open and his tongue was currently resting, that putrid flow was forced back down his throat, which only made matters worse. Panicking now, legitimately panicking, Cade actually began to fear that he would not only choke to death on his own vomit, but bleed out.

There was so much fucking blood!

Convulsing wildly, he did manage to clear his throat and, again, he somehow managed not to rip his nipples apart. Breathing heavy, once he could, he then found himself being forced to look at the screen of an antiquated cell phone that displayed a rather ominous series of messages.

W-what the fuck? was all he could initially wonder before - like that basement light from a moment ago - another bulb went on, and then another, and another, until - FUCK NO - it became blindingly apparent to the eldest Valentine heir that he and his entire family had been duped, had been thoroughly deceived by a singular individual who now stood just a mere foot or so away.

H-how was this possible? What the fuck had happened to the real Mr. Smith? And...

WHERE THE FUCK WAS RICK?!

Feeling his pulse race faster - Was that even possible at this point? - Cade's mind literally began to spin with the worst-case scenario, but instead of being given even a fucking minute to process any of this, Augustus was coming at him with... With what? What the FUCK was that in his hand and why was he...

NO!

N-NO NO!

NO FUCKING WAY!!

It...it wasn't possible. It couldn't be. Not even he could be this cruel. But as Cade tried to convince himself that no man on this planet would ever dream of doing such a disgustingly disturbing thing to another human being, to another man, sure enough, he, Cade Valentine, was being force fed the very lump of flesh that had once been a part of his own cock!

And there was nothing that he could do but...but...

OH FUCK NO!

SWALLOW IT!

JESUS. FUCKING. CHRIST.

This...this man...this monster...was insane! This whole night, this whole situation was fucking insane! And...and he needed to put an end to it right now! He needed to get himself free, he needed to grab Hunter, wherever the FUCK he was, and the two of them needed to get the hell out of here so that they could figure out what was going on with Rick!

Acutely aware that he was no longer chained to his nipples, Cade swiftly brought his thick-skulled head forward and cracked Augustus square in the center of his fucking smug face! Connecting forehead with nose, he sent the monster staggering back and into his makeshift worktable. Lurching his entire body upward so that he could wrap his hands around the ropes that his wrists were tied to, he then came down hard, with all of his muscular mass pulling against his bindings. Hoping to simply snap the ropes, he actually managed to break the rigging up above, which came crashing to the stage, striking Brad in the back of the head as it did. Still bound by his ankles, Cade fell forward, but instead of giving up - with his ass now pitched in the air - he proceeded to fight to set himself free, but as he did, he heard someone shouting at him, cursing and sputtering, and threatening him.

And someone he loved.

Looking up, he came to realize that he hadn't exactly thought this through as clearly as he should've, because there was Matt, standing just a few feet away, with the remote to Hunter's collar gripped firmly inside one of his beefy hands with his thumb poised over the trigger.

"You better settle the fuck down, princess, or your baby brother gets it!" he then spat, as he stepped forward and offered his free hand to his felled boss, all the while keeping an eye on Cade, who was now frozen still, practically bathing in a pool of his own blood.
 
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Few things in this world surprised Augustus. He thought he had been ready for his caged tiger. He thought he had a handle on the entire situation. How wrong he was.

Cade's head suddenly bashed forward and Augustus was so taken aback that the hard cranium hit him square in the nose. Stumbling backwards, he hit his table and actually fell over it, tumbling to the floor in a heap. His briefcase crashed hard to the floor and went spinning off, stopping at the edge of the stage. The table itself broke one of its legs and his torture utensils were scattered far and wide.

It was sheer luck that prevented Augustus from landing on the scalpel, which landed only a mere couple inches from the man's hand.

A voice spoke in a loud, authoritarian way and Augustus looked up. Good old Mateo, always thinking on his feet. As the hand was proffered to him, he took it and stood, his right hand going to his nose.

Damn but that hurt like a motherfucker! If he didn't know any better he'd guess that... Yep. His nose was broken. What's more, blood was gushing out of his nose and all over his clean white suit. The suit he had paid careful attention not to get blood on. The red was deep and crimson, quickly staining the white material.

"Hold him." He growled. Mateo was only too eager to oblige. He walked over and untangled Cade from the mass of ropes and pulled his hands back behind his back, holding them tight.

Without warning, Augustus crossed the last couple feet to Cade, balling his hand into a fist and punched him hard in the gut. "You." Punch. "Broke." Punch. "My." Punch. "Nose." Punch. "You mother-" He alternated hands with each punch. Right, left, right, left, right; each one hitting the man hard in the gut. Then he pulled his right arm back and swung with all his might at Cade's face.

If the blow had connected it would have repaid the damage done to Augustus. A broken nose, at least. Quite possibly a black eye, maybe even a short knock out.

Instead, his fist impacted a hand and he was surprised to find that Brad, who had finally recovered from his own blow to the head, had stepped between him and his punching bag and intercepted the fist.

He was so shocked by the turn of events that he stopped punching and stared at Brad. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Thinking of the plan, Mr. Black, Sir." Bradford said, staring into Augustus' eyes without fear.

Staring down the other man, Augustus was surprised to find himself panting. Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself and clear his head, he considered the man's words. He was right. Of course he was.

If Brad hadn't stopped him, Augustus wouldn't have stopped with a single punch to the face. He would have kept punching Cade's soft, yielding flesh until he was a mass of purple bruises and quite possibly broken bones. Where would that have left them? Cade was no good to them like that. Even as it was, they would have to change up the story a little to account for the bruising here undoubtedly have on his stomach. Could it have been caused by the car accident? Maybe. They would have to see how the bruises formed to determine that. Plus, how would they explain away Augustus' own broken nose?

Running a hand through his hair and letting out another breath, he nodded. "You're right. Of course. Thank you." He was still seething with anger but it had cooled. In characteristic Augustus fashion, he straitened his now blood soaked tie and surveyed Cade.

Reaching up with his hand, he prodded at his broken nose and winced. It was still bleeding but it had slowed from a gush to a show trickle. Looking down at the mess he had become, he shook his head. "Look at what you have done, slut. I was able to keep your filthy blood off of me and now look!" Reaching up, he grasped the man's head firmly with his hand. "You're lucky the plan calls for you to survive tonight or you'd be dead right now, bitch." He released the man's head in disgust. Then he spit into the man's open, gaping mouth.

"Get him ready for the final phase. I need another cigarette to calm my nerves and I need to get cleaned up." He told the boys.

Normally he wouldn't smoke another cigarette so soon after the last but he was still feeling angry and still wanted nothing more than to pummel someone. A cigarette wass likely help to quell that need long enough for him to take his anger and frustration out on another unlikely soul.

After her left the stage, Brad turned to look at Matt. "Don't let him go. I'm gonna go get the bench."

Soon it was Cade and Matt alone on stage. Matt kept his grip tight, forcing Cade's arms behind his back. "How did you like baby brother's tight little hole, huh princess? He was such a passionate lover. I'll miss that about him. I mean, now that he knows it was all a lie I doubt he'll take me back... Maybe you can take his place, hmm?"

With that said, Matt shifted his position. Holding both arms with one of his burly arms, he reached down with the other and gripped the man's ass, squeezing and prodding at it. "Are you an anal virgin?" He asked with delight. "You are, aren't you? Damn but I wish I could pop your cherry, just like I popped your brother's..."

At that moment, Brad returned carrying a bench. "Antagonising him, is that smart?"

Matt laughed. "What's the little bitch gonna do? He's not gonna risk frying baby brother."

"Just put him on the bench." Brad said, sounding irritated.

Matt shoved Cade downward, toward the bench. "He's got such a sweet ass, can't wait to stretch it out." He leaned down and undid the chains connecting the man's feet to the stage floor.

"You know Augustus gets to have the first pleasure of that." Brad secured Cade's right arm to the bench.

Matt secured Cade's left leg to the bench. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just for once I wish I could get the first go."

"He let you have the first go at that one guy. What was his name?" He secured the man's neck into the collar of the bench. "Some broker. Fuck, what was his name?" He looked at Cade then shook his head. "Nah. It was Drake that sent us on that one."

"Yeah, pretty boy here usually sent us to clean up his whores." Matt secured Cade's right leg into the bench.

Before Matt had a chance to look up, something powerful impacted his face and he stumbled backwards, cursing. Looking up, he saw Brad standing over him with a look of anger on his face. "Fuck. I forgot, one of those whores was your... What again?" Matt asked, rubbing his jaw.

"She wasn't a whore. This ass raped her."

"Yeah, yeah. She probably asked for it." Matt said off handedly

Brad growled and punched at Matt again.

"Ok, break it up!" Augustus said, reappearing on stage in time to step between the two and pushing them apart. "What has gotten into you two?"

"He called Marna a whore!" Brad snarled, glaring at Matt.

"Okay, both of you need to settle down. We're better than this." He growled and walked over, securing Cade's left arm, which had been neglected due to the fight. "Do you two need to take a break?"

"No sir." They both replied in unison.

"Good." Augustus said, glaring at both of them. While he was gone he had washed the blood off his arms and face but hadn't bothered to change out of his bloody suit. Thankfully his nose had stopped running and there was a bandage across his nose. Already, however, dark coloring was starting to show around the corners of his eyes. The hit had been hard enough to cause a lot of damage. He straitened his tie again and let out a breath. "Now, I get the first go at his ass, but you two can use his mouth."

With the way Cade was now tied made it impossible for him to resist giving head. Matt and Brad both eyed each other then Matt sighed and took a step back motioning for Brad to have the first go.

"Great, now that we got that taken care of..." Augustus said, shaking his head. He walked around to Cade's now fully exposed ass. He gave it a firm smack.

"Fuck. I have been waiting for this for a long time..." Augustus growled, undoing his pants. Walking around to the front of Cade, he showed off his own massive cock that was nearly as large as Cade's. He shoved it into the man's mouth.

"Slick it up, bitch. It's the only lube you're getting." He forced his cock into the man's mouth, shoving in deep enough that he penetrated the man's throat. He fucked the man's face for a time then pulled out. "Fuck." He muttered again.

Walking back around to the man's ass, he pressed his spit-slicked cock to the man's tight hole and began to push into the tight sphincter. Fuck. It was a tight fit.

Forcing himself all the way in to the hilt, he then pulled back and thrust back in again.

Brad stepped forward and as Augustus was forcing himself into the back door, Brad began to fuck his face.
 
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Awww. Poor little Augustus not only had a broken nose now, but his once pristine white suit was getting soaked in a steady flow of ruby-red blood. Or was it more crimson? It was hard to tell under the lurid lights of the club, but the fucker's suit was getting soiled just the same. His toys were scattered too, along with his pride, seeing that he had landed hard on his ass, after Cade struck back.

Feeling pretty good about the blow he had just dealt to two out of the three men - Jesus, had he actually killed the one bastard? - Cade's victory was short-lived as both Augustus and Matt were on him in a flash, with the one holding him firmly in place, as the other began hitting him, repeatedly, in the gut. Blow after blow, the punches came, causing Cade to let loose with a series of grunts and groans that sounded rather bizarre given the fact that his mouth was still contorted into a maniacal grin.

Able to withstand most of the pain coursing through his already tortured body, Cade was thankful, surprisingly thankful, that he hadn't actually managed to kill Brad, because the next thing he knew the guy was stopping his boss from breaking his nose, which is certainly what would've happened had Augustus been allowed to continue with his little tirade! Or was it more of a tantrum?

Falling back against Matt now as Augustus calmed his shit down, all in the name of some master plan, it didn't take long for him to lash out again, but this time he simply yanked upon Cade's thick head of sweat-soaked hair so that he could spit a massive wad into his prone mouth, only after calling him a slut and a bitch. Wanting to verbally retaliate with some scathing, witty retort, Cade was obviously denied such pleasures given the state of his mouth. Besides, even if he could speak, Augustus wasn't sticking around to take any more of his shit. He apparently needed a breather. Matt and Brad, on the other hand, weren't afforded the same courtesy. No, instead, they had been instructed to prepare him for "the final phase."

While sounding just as ominous as he imagined Augustus had wanted his words to sound, Cade was, yet again, surprisingly thankful to hear these words because it meant the end was near.

He had been through hell and back. He had been publicly humiliated, degraded, and tortured. Stripped naked, strung up, and mutilated, too. He had been forced to kiss another man, to...to - JESUS! I'M SO FUCKING SORRY HUNTER!- to sodomize his own brother, and - OH FUCK! - even swallow a piece of his own cock. Yeah. All of that had happened, and more. So whatever this last phase was, whatever sick and twisted thing was in store for him, he was fairly certain he could handle it, given all of the other insane amounts of abuse he had already taken.

But when Matt started messing with his ass, and making comments about wanting to fuck it first, Cade began to understand exactly where this was headed. The arrival of a strange contraption made his insides churn even more so. Augustus was going to...to...to fuck him...here, right here, with dozens of people still watching - because, yes, there was still an active audience looming nearby, apparently waiting for this defining moment - and there was nothing, absolutely nothing he could do about it, but wildly grunt and violently thrash about as he was worked into place.

Hopeful, for several heartbeats, when the two goons began to fight over the honor of some whore Cade had banged, when she had apparently been seeing Brad - Poor baby! - such hope was swiftly extinguished as Augustus returned to the scene, looking slightly more refreshed and, to be honest, a bit too damn excited for the trapped man's taste.

Fuck.

Secured now, with his ankles and wrists bound, and his neck captured inside a tight, leather collar, Cade seriously had no other choice but to watch as cocks began to be revealed...and stroked...and then shoved, fucking shoved, inside his mouth!

The first was Augustus' sizable meatstick that he crammed, and then rammed, deep inside his throat until it hit the back of it! Gagging, wildly gagging on it, so much so, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, Cade pulled hard against his restraints, hoping, no praying, that they would snap as easily as the ropes had. But they didn't, and they wouldn't, no matter how hard he tried, which meant that he was truly fucked, in every sense of the word.

The next cock that came, that invaded his spit-slick mouth, was Brad's, which was not as nearly as long as his boss', but certainly as thick, if not thicker. Feeling it slide over his tongue, Cade began to gag yet again; however, as focused as he was on what was happening before him, it was the sudden and sickening reminder, as Augustus repositioned himself, that something worse, so much fucking worse was about to happen on the other end!

Tensing up, tensing every last muscle in his body, as he fought to breath through his nose, seeing that his throat was currently stuffed full, Cade continued to pray that somehow, just somehow, he would be able to stop the inevitable from happening. The muscles in his ass, like all of his built body, were strong, this much he was certain of, so if he clenched hard enough, he...he...he would surely be able to...

NO!

FUCK NO!

With eyes flashing wide, Cade actually found himself suddenly frozen in place, not even breathing at this point, not even thinking, for his brain had gone numb as well, as the head of Augustus' cock pushed through his ridiculously tight rim! A second more and...and...the fleshy beast was inside of him, pushing, and invading, and sliding deeper inside, bringing inch upon thick inch of cock with it as it drilled, and drilled, painfully so, not stopping until it nearly hit rock bottom. Then it was sliding out, inch by throbbing raw inch, but not all the way. No. Soon enough it was returning with a vengeance, faster and deeper than before, this time hitting that sweet spot that caused Cade's insides to rumble, even caused his ruined cock to spew more pre.

Over and over, this continued to happen, in and out, in and out, faster and faster, and not just on the one end, but both! Soon enough he was being brutally fucked in the ass and the face - by Matt's uncut slab as well - with no signs of either letting up, until... Until what? Would...would they - OH FUCK! - would they really shoot inside of him? Would they really spew their thick seed, dump their hot loads, deep inside of him, like he himself had done countless times to a number of unwilling women?

That was their intent, wasn't it?

To make him feel the pain and the suffering that those poor women had felt. They wanted him to feel vulnerable and violated, as well as utterly humiliated in the worst possible way a self-proclaimed godling could be. However, most importantly, they wanted to ruin him beyond repair - physically, mentally, and globally - so that he didn't dare have the ability or the want or the means to harm another human being ever again.

After this, Cade Valentine, thee Cade Valentine, would be nothing more than the pathetic, emasculated pariah he truly deserved to be.
 
There would be no mercy for Cade Valentine this day. His pride had been assaulted, his resolve had been shattered, his body mangled and permanently disfigured, and now they were going to trample on the remaining pieces, shatter him completely.

Augusuts grunted and moaned as he shoved in and out of the man's tight hole. Soon he felt something warm and wet merging with his thrusting. When he pulled back he saw that his cock was coated in a layer of blood. He had literally torn the man apart inside, with his cock. Smiling and thrusting anew, using the man's own blood as lubricant, he redoubled his crazed assault.

Soon he found himself getting close and instead of thrusting harder and faster, he slowed. While slowing his tempo, his hand reached down and wrapped around the prone form to grasp his cock. While there would still be pain from the piercing, he knew that by now the man's brain would be releasing endorphins and adrenaline in an attempt to block out the pain. It was biological.

With the drugs he had fed the man, and the lotion Brad had smoothed over him, and finally the chemicals Augustus had injected into the man's ball sack, his entire body would be a flame of desire. Whether the man's mind wanted to admit it or not, his body needed release.

So, Augustus gave it to him.

His large, masculine hand wrapped around Cade's meaty cock and began to stroke the overly sensitive skin. While this caused the piercing to bob and pull on the fresh wound, it also had the desire effect of bringing pleasure to the tied man. Changing his angle of thrust, Augustus began to thrust into the man's prostate again, and again, and again. "Fuckkkk." He moaned, thrusting into him and feeling his own release so close at hand. His own balls were boiling with the need to release but he forced himself to hold back, slowing his pace but continuing to assualt the man's prostate with each thrust.

Then it happened.

Cade's already tight sphincter clenched down on Augustus as Cade's body began to orgasm. Releasing the man's mutilated cock, Augustus gripped his hips and thrust harder and faster. "Rrraaa... Ugghhh!" He moaned incoherently as his large body released inside the even larger male's tight ass. His whole body thrummed with pleasure as he rode out his orgasm, shooting stream after stream of thick white cum deep into the man's ass, filling him with his seed.

When, at last, his own orgasm receded, he pulled out and out of curiosity, leaned over to look at Cade's cock. Cum was still, slowly leaking out around the large ring obscuring his hole. Was he stuck in a long, unending orgasm due to the ring, or was it more of a painful, ruined orgasm? It was hard to tell since he was currently gagging on Matt's cock. The noises coming from him were certainly obscene.

"Move." He said to Matt and the man looked at him in confusion but then smiled and nodded.

With Cade's asshole now vacated, Brad took up the position behind the man and began to thrust in, using the mixture of Cade's blood and Augustus' cum as lubricant as he pushed all the way in with a single thrust.

Augustus, meanwhile, moved to stand in front of Cade, showing the man his still engorged cock, covered in a putrid combination the man's own blood, Augustus' semen and Cade's feces. "I hope you're hungry." Augustus said with a laugh and shoved his cock into Cade's mouth once more, forcing himself into the man's throat and face-fucking him again.

Knowing what he was shoving into Cade's mouth turned Augustus on. The idea of all those combined flavors being forced onto Cade was so hot and demeaning at the same time. Growling with animalistic need, he gripped the man's hair with his hands, thrusting in and out. Despite already releasing his seed into the man's tight ass, the culmination of the night was such that it wasn't long before he was shooting a second load into the man's unwanting mouth.

Again his thrusts became more powerful and faster as he rode out his second release of the night.

Panting now, his own body covered in a sheen of sweat, Augustus pulled back out and licked his lips.

Crouching down before the larger male, Augustus watched as his seed slowly spilled from Cade's wide-open mouth. "Does that taste good, bitch? Are you my little cum sucker?" He pat Cade on the cheek, watching the man's body rock and shake as Brad assaulted his hungry asshole. The way they had set up the bench, Cade would still be able to see a lot of the audience that was gathered round to watch his humiliation. "I'm going to remove your gag now." Augustus told the man. "See your audience?" He asked, motioning to the crowd. "Notice anything... unusual about them?" There was a slight pause as he let the other look over the crowd fully for the first time. "Yep, that's right. Not a single woman among them. All men... All men that have been effected by your actions... And they all want a piece of your sweet ass and mouth... You know what else? I'm going to let them."

The idea of being fucked by a single man was frightening, being fucked by one or two hundred men in what was likely to be an unending, hours long gangbang? "Unless..." Augustus said, giving Cade another option. A way out. "Unless you say exactly what I tell you to."

Reaching up, he undid the gag, finally removing it from the man's mouth. "First of all, you will call me Sir... Then you will tell me what a wonderful little cumsucker you are. Tell me all about how much of a whore you are... And I won't let them have their way with you." It was a lie of course. It didn't matter one way or another what Cade said right now. If he complied it would turn Augustus on and fill him with a degree of pleasure; if he didn't, then nothing would change. Either way, the gag would be going back in and the audience would be invited to join in on the fun.

As he said this, every single view screen in the house changed. A close up of Cade's face was displayed on every wall. His hair was uncharacteristically disheveled, sweat was dripping down his face and a mixture of semen and saliva sobered his chin.
 
Bleeding - JESUS CHRIST! - Cade was bleeding, and he didn't need to actually see his violated ass to know this to be true, for he could feel it, could feel the warmth running down the insides of his powerful, yet quivering thighs, could even smell the strong coppery scent, as he was raped rough and raw. And to make matters worse, this didn't seem to alarm the animal drilling deep inside of him. No, instead, it seemed to excite the monster, as his thrusts became more vigorous and even more violent!

They're not just going to ruin me, but destroy me for...for good? Cade inwardly questioned, as both of his orifices were brutally and relentlessly pounded. They...they mean to kill me, he then told himself as their grunts intensified, sounding less pleasurable and far more vicious now. This is it. This is how I go out.

But...but then their mutual assaults started to subside, to become more measured, more purposeful - especially in the rear - and the next thing Cade knew his own manhood was painfully throbbing, not with pain, but pleasure. Actually, his entire body was throbbing, vibrating as it had before, as his prostate was targeted and...and...his disfigured cock was stroked!

Bucking against his bindings, Cade's body went into overdrive. Those strong urges to be touched, to be pleasured, flowed freely now, consuming his body and mind. Dizzy from this renewed rush, Cade's own grunts and groans became more sexually charged, more desirable, even though a large part of him still wanted to scream, "STOP, FUCKERS, STOP!" Against his own will, his body was now crying out for release, demanding it to come, insisting that he be allowed to cum.

And come it did, and he did.

Over, and over, and all over.

Yet not?

No. Instead of spewing his seed, as he normally did, it came out in a series of painful squirts, as that godforsaken ring kept it from flying freely from the head of his cock. There were no impressive ropes to be hand, no jets of creamy seed flying through the air, covering everything in its path. Nope. It was just an unnerving, frustrating dribble that, while still copious - actually massive, considering the earlier injections - would've been disturbing to watch and even more painful, no, wait, painful and humiliating to have happen. The glory was now gone. The spectacle utterly smashed.

This was now what Cade had to live with.

This, and a ruined ass that was now soaked in the seed of another man.

Unable to control how his body reacted, and overreacted, Cade's intense clenching around the cock that was buried deep inside his ass had caused it to finally erupt. Flowing freely, as it was meant to, the load was massive, flooding his insides to the point that it began to leak out in a steady stream. He...he was marked now, by another, seeded and forever sullied, against his will. And just when he thought that that was as bad as this could get, it naturally got worse, for the next thing Cade knew he was being fed that same cock, which was covered in not just cum, but his own blood and bodily excrement!

FUCK NO!

Gagging on the filthy length, as it now violated his sore throat, Cade could feel his insides churn, yet again, could feel that burning sensation of bile building up, but instead of being able to spew, he was forced to consume it along with yet another load being dumped inside of him! H-how was that even possible? How could one man produce this much seed? But produce Augustus did, deep down his throat, until, like his ass just moments before, his body couldn't handle the copious amount, so it started to flow back up and out, spewing over his lips and dribbling down his chin. It...it was everywhere, pouring out of both holes, even as someone - Brad? Matt? - proceeded to take another ride on his ruined ass, taking it easily seeing that it was torn wide open and liberally lubed up.

Devastated, in every possible way, Cade actually started to wonder, truly wonder, if he should just welcome his demise instead of fighting to go on, because he couldn't imagine living with the horrible knowledge - FUCK! - nor the grotesque results, of what had happened here tonight to him and to Hunter. Would he really want to live another day, another hour even, as the fucked up mess that he now was? He also wasn't going to be able to look at his brother the same way, that is, if Hunter would even want to be anywhere near him. As for how the world would now view him, view both of them, well, he could only imagine what the social media and news outlets were posting and reporting, for surely word had already gotten out and began to spread like wild fire. There...there were way too many witnesses, too many loose ends to tie up, and Cade's days of being able to sweep an issue under the carpet or, better yet, make it vanish, preferably six feet under, with a single phone call, were over.

Truth be told, it was all over for the fallen, fucked up star. Wasn't it?

Well wasn't it?

No, not quite.

There was just one more matter of business to tend to.

Actually, make that a couple hundred matters, who were all aching to leave their own mark and itching to take a ride on the ruin train, especially after Cade had the balls, the fucking balls, to not only refuse to cooperate by saying just a few simple words, but then he proceeded to spew a massive wad at Augustus, right in his face, not but a heartbeat after control of his filthy mouth had been returned to him; however, it was the laughter, the wicked - somewhat maniacal? - laughter that followed, that really sealed his fate.

Defiant, to the bitter end, that's what Cade Valentine was, doing things his own way, no matter the consequences, and daring to laugh in the face of it all, but he would soon find out what the price was for not only being noncompliant and, well, downright rude to this evening's host and his guests, but, more specifically, for being a serial rapist, a fucking egocentric animal who had casually and carelessly ruined far too many lives.

If he had any sense left in him, Cade would start begging now, while his mouth was still his own and mostly empty, because it soon wasn't going to be for the next three or four hours - right along with his ass - that is, if they decided to show him even an ounce of mercy and stop before the sun came up.
 
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When Cade not only refused to give in to Augustus' demands, but went so far as to spit in his face, Augustus surprisingly smiled. "You will call me Sir before we're done." He assured and then stood.

He chose to leave the man ungagged. Let him rant and rave at the men whose cocks he was about to suck. If he tried to bite anyone, they would put the gag back in but he doubted the man would try such a thing with the position he was in. Though Augustus wanted his mouth free so that he might be reduced to begging before the night was out, in what little free time he'd have between the cocks he'd be sucking.

Another man came up onto stage, though he walked over to Cade and for some reason began messing with his tied arm. He found a vein in the crook of man's elbow and inserted a needle. Soon Cade was hooked up to an IV drip. Not only would it keep the man hydrated during the length of the ordeal, it would also keep him pumped full of drugs that would keep him conscious and aware of everything happening to him. Not to mention they would keep him in a state of lust that was usually only felt by hormonal teenagers. This would ensure that they would get more releases out of the man before the night was out. If his balls couldn't keep up with the semen production, they'd force him to have dry orgasms.

Then Augustus pulled out a black marker and began to write on the man's back and then across his forehead and cheeks. Stepping back, he pulled out his own phone and took a couple pictures before kneeling down in front of the man and holding up the phone. Cade would be able to see in the picture that his asshole was stretched wide, leaking cum. Across his back Augustus had written the words 'My name is Cade Valentine. I'm was a serial rapist, now I'm just a cumbucket. Please fill me with your seed.' Then there were arrows drawn across his ass cheeks pointing at his gaping hole.

The next picture he showed the man was of his face and the words, 'Cumbucket' across his forehead and 'Insert' on his left cheek and 'Here' on his right, both with arrows pointing at his mouth.

Letting Cade take in what was about to happen, Augustus walked to the front of the stage and began to speak into the microphone. "Alright gentleman. You were all assigned a number upon entry so there will be no need to line up, we will call your number when it is time. Food and drinks will be served all night, enjoy the rest of the festivities!" He announced.

There was no rules against trading numbers so all night Augustus had been picking up on the discreet trading. Men would offer large sums of money to each other to get higher up the food chain. Some had even just flat-out bought numbers from others, allowing them to have multiple goes at Cade.

The first two numbers were called and the men came up, quickly deciding which end they wanted to use.

It was like a long, un-ending conga line. Man after man came onto stage, had their go with Cade, either choosing to fill him with their seed or cover him with it. They would quickly be replaced by another. After nearly two hours, Augustus put the open mouth gag into Cade's mouth to help keep his mouth open. At this point they needed to put the gag in Cade's mouth more because of the sheer sexual exhaustion than anything else. Even if Cade wouldn't try to bite, he was too weak to hold his mouth open on his own.

Shortly after the gag was put back in place, Augustus was approached by a pair of men that wanted to use Cade's ass at the same time. Augustus allowed it. He watched hungrily as both men shoved their large cocks inside of Cade at the same time. They must have been familiar with doing this because they worked perfectly together in sync, thrusting together. Then they changed it up, pistoning so that one was pulling out while the other was thrusting in, keeping up a constant assault on Cade's prostate.

Augustus was so mesmerized by watching this that he didn't notice another man crawl under Cade and begin to suck on his cock - as best as he could with the large imposing ring. When he noticed, however, he didn't put a stop to it.

Only an hour later another man wanted to fist Cade and again Augustus allowed it. By now Cade's asshole was really gaping but the fist was still a tight fit, stretching the man to a new level.

By three a.m., the crowd was finally starting to wane. Cade's ass was so used and stretched that it wasn't as satisfying as it had been at the beginning of the night. Augustus himself found a wooden broom at this point and used it to fuck Cade deeper than any of them had been able to. He left the broom planted in so deep, Cade probably felt it in his stomach, then walked around to his mouth and removed the gag again.

With so many 'performers' there had been no need for breaks. There was always a fresh cock to assault their victim. The drugs were keeping Cade conscious, but he still had a glazed look in his eyes as Augustus knelt before him. "Call me Sir, and thank me for everything and the abuse stops. Say anything else, do anything else... and we'll extend the party for another twenty-four hours..." His voice held the same, calm demeanor as usual. What more could they do to Cade at this point? Nothing really, but Augustus was confident that the unending hell he was trapped in would be torture enough, especially if they continued for another twenty-four hours.

There were dark bags under Cade's eyes. He was clearly tired, his body was physically tired but the drugs coursing through his system wouldn't allow his mind to shut down. That alone was torture, forcing a human body to remain active for so long; add to that what was happening to Cade and it was enough to break even the strongest willed individual.

Though even now as Augustus watched, Cade's eyes were barely staying open. He had stopped the drugs about an hour ago. Unconsciousness would soon claim Cade unless they reupped the drugs. If Cade did cave and say what Augustus wanted, he would allow the man to finally pass out but if he didn't, the drugs would be reintroduced and they would keep going.
 
Holding his tongue now as the unfazed animal simply went about his business, setting the stage for whatever fresh - and hopefully final - hell he was about to thrust upon and, quite literally, into Cade, the nearly broken man actually found himself reflecting on the events of this life-altering evening and he began to wonder if it would've played out any differently had he simply chosen to walk away at the start, instead of allowing himself to be stupidly manipulated as he had. Chances are, this methodical monster would've still found a way to launch his sinister plot. It was obvious, so very obvious now, all these hours later, that he was hellbent on getting his way, on achieving his sweet revenge. One way or another, come hell or high water, Cade was certain that this, this right here - with him naked and exposed, in more ways than one, as well as helplessly bound - was exactly how this evening was meant to end for the late and now not-so-great, eldest Valentine.

But, what about Hunter?

What had happened to him? What was his part in all of this, beyond being an innocent pawn to use against Cade? Was he really somewhere safe, just waiting for this nightmare to end, or was he being tortured too, just out of view? Cade couldn't help but wonder and worry about him, and - much to his surprise - about Drake and Rick as well. Would they be drawn into this mess next? Had they already been? He hadn't spoken to either one of them in days, let alone in the last twenty-four hours. Was it only Cade and Hunter who were going to be torn down from their lofty pedestals or would the entire Valentine Empire be brought to its knees? He imagined Drake would put up a fight, much like he himself had - and would continue to - but Rick, poor dimwitted Rick, would be no match for this overachieving mastermind.

Rick had many nicknames, but Einstein wasn’t one of them.

Essentially ignoring Augustus and his goons at this point, as well as the large crowd of men who had gathered in his honor - uh, yeah, not so much - Cade's attention was held for a hot minute as he was shown what his ass currently looked like, marker message and all. To be honest, it felt a lot worse than it looked, although, it didn't exactly look all that great either, and it certainly didn't look like the flawless ass he had strut in here with. It was indeed a sloppy mess and looser than it had been before, this much he could feel as he attempted to clench his typically tight rim around whomever it was that was currently plowing him.

Already formulating a list of surgeries he would need to get himself back to his former glory - with a serious focus placed on repairing his mangled cock - he was fairly certain that rest and, perhaps, a new workout routine would strengthen the muscles around his weakened anus. If not, then surgery would do the trick. Wouldn't it? Modern medicine could work miracles these days, especially if ridiculous sums of money were tossed at it, which, as far as Cade knew, he still had.

Distracted by thoughts of his brothers, along with those concerning his own recovery, Cade's outlook had actually managed to turn a corner somewhere along the way. No longer did he want this evening to end with his demise. No, not even close. What the FUCK had he been thinking? He wanted to live, to rebuild and repair what had been ruined here tonight, and then he wanted to have himself the greatest comeback since Elvis or Robert Downey Jr..

Little did he know that his chemistry was being royally fucked with, pretty much the same way the rest of him had been throughout the night. His thoughts weren't his own, nor was how his body was currently feeling and reacting to what was happening to him. It was like he was eighteen again, that's how refreshed and alive he felt. His body was thrumming with energy and literally throbbing as it produced hormones at an alarming rate. He wanted to fuck everyone and everything, and...and...he wanted to be fucked? H-how was this possible? There...there was no way in hell that he, Cade Valentine, wanted to be orally and anally raped, and yet...

"Yeah, give it to me!" he suddenly found himself growling over his broad shoulder, tugging against the leather collar around his thick neck so that he could see the two goons as they loomed over his prone ass, dicking him one at a time. "Fuck me rough and raw, baby!" he cried out at Matt who was currently inside of him. "Mark me with your seed!" he practically begged, only to be gifted exactly that all over his insides and then all over his quivering ass as the guy pulled out and shook the last drops from his uncut cock. "What are you waiting for, Brad?" he then barked, as he shook his ass at him, flexing his stretched, cum-dripping pucker as best he could. "Fuck, dump, and go!" he repeatedly directed him, practically chanting those few words, until his mouth was crammed full with Matt's dirty cock.

Being dicked at both ends, Cade's muscular body rocked within the contraption he was strapped into. The two goons were giving it to him good, so good, Matt - like his boss before him - spewed a second time and Brad - Jesus! - Brad shot so hard and so much that he actually cried out as if in pain as he unloaded a sizable wad inside, but then proceeded to spray seed all over Cade's rippling, broad backside upon pulling out.

Gasping for air, only after clearing his throat of Matt's creamy wad, Cade was given very little time to recover - FUCK YEAH! - before the next set of men stepped up and assumed similar positions, with one taking him in the rear and the other the throat. Piston fucking him a bit more roughly than the two goons had - with the guy in the front gripping Cade's hair as he thrust his thick cock inside - they managed to blow their loads in a matter of minutes, adding their seed to the mix one after the other.

Then it happened again, and again, and again.

Two men strode up, slid their dicks inside either of Cade's cum-slick holes - or both, if they had somehow managed to get their hands on a second slot - and proceeded to fuck him until they spewed either inside or all over his slicked-up, dripping body. For the most part, many men preferred to bury their loads deep inside his muscular butt, but occasionally there was that one guy who insisted on painting Cade's face or body. One even went as far as to dump his entire load into the panting man's sweat-slick hair, squirting jet upon jet of seed into his ebony locks. And to the surprise of many, Cade actually appeared to be enjoying this abuse, at least for the first couple of hours, as he bucked and moaned, leaked a thick stream of cum himself, and greedily drank their loads, until...until that look of hatred suddenly returned to his face, and then, not a hour later, did his eyes go dull, and his mouth go slack.

Whatever Augustus had given him was starting to wear off, therefore, a newfound pain replaced the pleasure he'd been feeling and the disgust and outrage he had expressed before - along with a fresh set of threats - was once again spewing from his cum-stained lips. Regretfully for him, but thankfully for the rest of the men, the gag returned, which shut him the fuck up, yet still gave ample access to his mouth and throat. Just because he was giving up once more, shutting down both mentally and physically, certainly didn't mean that the fun had to end.

Not even close.

There was still a good three dozen men who needed to take a ride, to leave their mark in whatever way they desired, but there was also the small matter of what Cade needed to say to make this nightmare end. It was all rather simple really. If he called the sick fuck sir and then thanked him before the last man dumped his initial load, he and Hunter would be free to go; however, if he uttered any other words, this madness would continue for hours, if not days, and Cade was fairly certain that the monster had the means to make such a thing a reality.

Just do it, he could almost hear Hunter saying, no, pleading with him, as two men approached him from behind and proceeded to - OH FUCK NO! - enter him at the same time! Please, Cade, just...just say what he wants you to say and then we can go home, he could hear Hunter begging now, could actually see in his mind's eye his beautiful blue eyes pleading with him, just as his ass was literally torn open, spewing the seed of total strangers, along with whatever else remained inside, as the two girthy cocks repeatedly attacked together, then one at a time, then together again! Please, Cade, they're not going to stop until they've done you in for good, Hunter continued to beg in a tone that sounded alarmingly authentic, as if he knew from his own first-hand experience, just as another individual entered the scene and began to suck on Cade's slimy cock that had been leaking seed for the last three hours.

Newly alarmed, not just for his own well-being, but that of his brother's, Cade mustered up some strength and began to buck about wildly within his bindings, spitting and cursing behind his gag as his ass was marked for the eighty-ninth and ninetieth times, by both of the fat cocks lodged inside of it, and his ruined cock was worked on until it finally failed at dumping any more seed and instead just twitched about in an orgasmic fit, dripping blood and puss instead. He...he actually wanted to give in at this point, to say what needed to be said for the sake of his brother, but being gagged and bound as he was, he was unable to do so. So, instead, he had to suffer through the rest of the men, men who were old and young, fat and fit, ugly and - dare he think it - alarmingly attractive, all with the singular goal of bringing thee Cade Valentine down and, at this point, they didn't employ just their cocks to do this; however, by the time one of them slid their thick-fingered fist up inside his prolapsed ass, Cade had officially and finally given up.

He was nothing but a mere shadow - albeit, a thoroughly fucked up one - of the magnificent man he once was.

Which suited the final man just fine.

Stepping from the shadows so that he could come to stand before his ex-boss, Nick - looking rather resplendent in a hand-tailored tuxedo that fit him like a glove - simply shook his golden-blonde head from side to side as he made a tsk-tsking noise with his shapely mouth. He had no intention of touching the sullied, fallen star - which, in his mind, would be even more of an insult, given the fact that the man once thought himself an object of absolute desire - beyond flicking a switch on the side of the spit and cum encrusted gag, so that it would come undone and clatter to the splattered stage below. Once this happened, however, he would not utter a single word, but simply take a step back and wait.

He would wait for his partner in crime and lover to take up a spot next to him, and they would wait together for the utterly ruined rapist to speak.

And while the one act happened with eager anticipation...

The other did not.

No, at this point, the broken man was long gone, having passed out and, perhaps, even passed on by now, with little to no fanfare. Could they have revived him, only to torture him for quite a while longer? Yes, yes they could've, and probably should've, just so they could have the satisfaction of hearing him say what they wanted him to say. But, in the end, Nick and Augustus knew, with every fiber of their being, that they had finally achieved part one of their plan that they had set out to do some thirteen years before.

That's right.

Part one was completed.

It was now time for part two.
 
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