Law & Disorder (AllThingsCuddly & TNT)

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Scenario Specifics

WHO:

Troy Octavius Oswald Lockhart
36, 6'5", 235lbs, Thickly Built w. Jet Black Hair
& Dark Brown Eyes w. Gold-Green Flecks

Adam Lockhart
26, 5’9”, Slim Build w. Brown Hair & Hazel Eyes

Randolph "Randy" Anderson Whitmore IV
48, 6'1", 180lbs, Swimmer's Build
w. Silver Hair & Slate-Blue Eyes

Officer Richard "Dick" Dickerson
36? 5'11"?
(Details Forthcoming)

WHAT:
Everything & Anything, In Moderation

WHEN:
A Seemingly Random Friday Night in the Winter of 2019
(Exactly 1 Week After That Now Infamous Night Cade Valentine Went 2 Prison 4 Killing His Brother!)

WHERE:

Various Locations in The City of Chicago, Including...

The Raffaello Hotel

Inspirational Images of Chicago

WHAT, PART 2:

Troy Lockhart's Outerwear & Formal Attire

OUTERWEAR
Double-Breasted, Ebony-Died, Full-Length, Gucci, Racoon Fur
w. 2 Onyx Clasps, Modest Single-Vent, and Forest-Green Satin Lining {Spit/Dirt/Piss Stained & Missing Left Sleeve}
Long, Black Silk & Cashmere Blend Scarf w. Fringe {Left at the Hotel}
2 Black Leather Driving Gloves w. Gold Snaps (Right, Outer Coat Pocket)
1 Leopard-Print, Silver, Gold & Black Leather Flask Filled w. 8 Year Old Bacardi Rum {Taken by Dick}

FORMAL ATTIRE
Gucci, Double-Breasted, Double-Vented, Forest-Green, Velvet Tuxedo Jacket w. Satin Shawl Collar
Gucci, Satin-Lined, Satin-Striped Tuxedo Trousers {Piss Stained w. Seat Torn Open}
Boss, Fitted, White Dress Shirt w. Arrow Collar & French Cuffs {Sweat Stained & Piss Splattered}
Gucci, Hand-Tied, Black Velvet Bow Tie w. Diamond & Gold Embellishment {Piss Splattered}
Gucci, Fitted, Three-Button Vest
Black, Silk Suspenders w. Gold Clasps

SHOES & UNDERGARMENTS
Black Velvet, Chelsea-Style Dress Boots {Dirt Stained w. Teeth Marks on the Right Boot}
Black Silk, Over-the-Calf Dress Socks
Gucci, Gold Leopard-Print Satin Briefs {Seat Sliced Open}

JEWELRY & OTHER
4 Gold, Diamond & Onyx Shirt Studs w. 2 Matching Cufflinks (Shirt Front, L & R Shirt Cuffs)
1 Gold & Black Diamond Necklace
1 Emerald-Faced, Gold & Diamond Rolex Watch (Left Wrist)
1 Onyx & Gold Bracelet (Right Wrist)
1 Monogrammed, Gold Pinkie Ring (Left Hand)
1 Onyx & Gold Ring (Right Hand)
1 Emerald & Gold Lighter (Left, Front Pants Pocket)
1 Black, Alligator-Skin Cigar Case w. Clipper (Left, Inner Jacket Pocket)
1 Gold & Diamond Encrusted iPhone 11 (Right, Inner Jacket Pocket)
1 Gold, Diamond & Onyx Money Clip w. ID, Centurion AMEX & $2000 {Taken by Dick, Given to Twin}

Troy Lockhart's Limited-Edition, 2020 Porsche 911

CHOPPED!

Adam "Angel" Lockhart's Toybox

Randy's Realistic 9.5" Dildo w. Balls

Randolph Whitmore's Outerwear & Formal Attire

OUTERWEAR
Double-Breasted, Ebony-Died, Three-Quarter Length, Alligator Trench
w. Fur Collar, 2 Onyx Buttons, Modest Single-Vent, and Navy-Blue Satin Lining {Soaked in Ass Fluids & Blood}
Long, Navy Silk & Cashmere Blend Scarf w. Fringe
2 Ebony-Died Alligator-Skin Gloves
1 Silver & Ebony-Died Alligator-Skin Flask Filled w. 16 Year Old Lagavulin Whiskey {Taken & Drunk by Adam}

FORMAL ATTIRE
Gucci, Double-Breasted, Double-Vented, Sapphire Blue, Velvet Tuxedo Jacket w. Satin Peak Collar
Gucci, Satin-Lined, Satin-Striped Tuxedo Trousers {Undone w. Legs Cut Open}
Boss, Fitted, White Dress Shirt w. Spread Collar & French Cuffs {Sweat & Blood Stained, Torn Open w. 3 Buttons Missing}
Gucci, Hand-Tied, Navy-Blue Velvet Bow Tie w. Diamond & Silver Embellishment {Blood & Spit Splattered}
Gucci, Fitted, Three-Button Vest {Town Open w. 2 Buttons Missing}
Black, Leather Suspenders w. Silver Clasps

SHOES & UNDERGARMENTS
Navy-Died, Alligator-Skin Pumps w. Silver Embellishments
Black Silk Dress Socks w. Garters
Adonis, Black Leather Jockstrap w. Removable Pouch {Exposed w. Pouch Removed}

JEWELRY & OTHER
2 Diamond, Sapphire & Silver Cufflinks (L & R Shirt Cuffs)
1 Black Leather Cockring w. Sapphire & Silver Embellishment (Base of Cock)
2 Sapphire & Silver Nipple Rings {Torn Off!}
1 Sapphire-Faced, Diamond & Silver Rolex Watch (Right Wrist)
1 Windsor House, Silver Pinkie Ring (Left Hand)
1 Sapphire & Silver Ring (Right Hand)
1 Black Torch-Style Lighter {On Nightstand}
1 Black-Died Alligator-Skin Cigar Case w. Clipper {On Nightstand}
1 Black-Died Alligator-Skin Encased iPhone 11 {On Nightstand, Password Changed}
1 Black-Died Alligator-Skin Wallet w. ID & Centurion AMEX (Right, Inner Jacket Pocket)

Dick Dickson's 2017 Mercedes Benz

As one of Chicago's leading business lawyers, Troy Lockhart had certainly grown accustom to uttering the all-too-familiar phrase "I object!" over the course of his nearly decade-old career.

Actually, he was pretty much known for his deep-throated, bombastic disagreements that typically rattled the jury, if there was one, and unanimously annoyed each and every judge he came before. As for those who thought themselves clever enough to take him on, in an effort to bring down any one of his carefully curated clients, well, they genuinely loathed having to be in the same room with the smug bastard for longer than was necessary. If given the opportunity, they usually made every effort to settle their case out of court, sometimes preferring to pay double, just so they didn't have to deal with him and his overly dramatic grandstanding.

In another time, in another land, the arrogant attorney would've been deemed magisterial, but, in this day and age, Troy Octavius Oswald Lockhart was often referred to as 'that pompous, dumbass prick' or, better yet, by his nickname The Tool, because, at the end of the day, that's exactly what he was.

A tool, a very pretty tool.

Relying mostly on his imposing, well-built form and smoldering good looks, contrary to Lincoln's adage, the underqualified, no, absolutely unqualified man somehow managed to repeatedly fool all of the people all of the time. It was almost as if the cosmos had stepped away from its desk on the day he was born, forgetting to supply him with a healthy dose of comeuppance, before merrily sending him on his way. No matter how hard others tried - and, boy, did they try - they could not bring the relentlessly fortunate, yet undoubtedly dimwitted buffoon down. There was just no denying the fact that Boytoy Troy - yet another nickname gifted to him, by a number of his male clients - was a superficial, simpleminded fop, but also an outrageous anomaly of the wunderkind kind.

"My dear boy, need I remind you, yet again, that your objections hold no weight with me?" Randolph "Randy" Whitmore the Fourth finally managed to snap back, from the passenger-side seat of Troy's purring Porsche, as the two men sat, nearly shoulder to shoulder, parked curbside at The Raffaello Hotel. "You will do as I say or...or I will..."

"Or you'll what?" Troy boldly questioned, side-eyeing the older, yet equally well-dressed man before a smirk formed on his very shapely, thick lips.

"I'll...I'll..," the silver-haired, slightly intoxicated Brit initially stumbled, before suddenly threatening, "I'll drop you, mate, that's what I'll do! Faster than a lukewarm scone that's been served without clotted cream!"

"You wouldn't dare, mate," Troy was quick to retort, as he awkwardly shifted his impressive bulk in the rather cozy confines of his flashy new sports car, so that he could fully regard his most cherished client, a man who was more like a father-figure and a friend, than some soulless mogul who literally owned an eighth of the city.

"No. You...you're right. I wouldn't dare. Although...," Randolph sheepishly toyed, letting the last word linger in the warm, liquor-tinged air between them, before a playful smirk of his own took shape within the center of his meticulously trimmed beard. "Come now, don't be a spoil sport," he then insisted, like a petulant child, as he fumbled for his phone. "The call has already been made and...and they're waiting for us..."

"For you," Troy firmly corrected, trying his best to remain detached from what his client was inevitably going to do tonight, regardless of his countless reservations.

"You...you don't have to participate, if you don't want to...," Randolph finally offered, for the first time since the illicit idea had taken shape, less than an hour ago, just as they were finishing their five-star dinner at Sumi Robata, "but, would you at least be kind enough to escort this weary, old man, who...whose had one too many?"

"You're not that drunk, nor that old," Troy poked fun, as he turned back in his seat and gently ran his leather-encased hands over the polished steering wheel, pondering his next move. "As for your claim of being weary, I am most certainly going to have to object to that bit of fake news. We both know full well what you're capable of, at all hours of the night, behind closed doors."

"And sometimes, out in the open, too!" the thrice-charged, but yet-to-be convicted client playfully - and somewhat proudly - replied as he fumbled for the handle of the car door and popped it open, just as the hotel's doorman swiftly approached.

"Don't remind me," was all the lawyer could say, mostly to himself at this point, as he too reached for his door and then proceeded to slide out, having already resigned to the fact that he was going to do whatever Randy Andy wanted him to do. "No joyriding," he then remarked to that same doorman, as he came around the back of the idling car, not bothering to fuss too much with his silk scarf or full-length fur, since he and his client would soon be back inside, safely tucked away from the wintery weather that had recently chilled the entire city to its very core. "I won't be long!" he made certain to announce, rather loudly to the driver, as if an airtight alibi would be needed at a later date.

No, your honor, Troy mentally prepared his possible defense, as he made his way towards the front desk with Randy in tow, his driving gloves coming off along the way. I most certainly was not with my sex-crazed client on the night in question, he continued to inwardly monologue, as they waited for the receptionist to fetch the room key that was reserved for a "Mr. Anderson and guest." No, your honor, he then repeated, as they stepped into the elevator, I most certainly did not partake in, nor did I even play witness to my client, as they yet again slept with yet another underaged whore, behind their wife's back, for the fourth time this month.

Jesus. Has it really been four times already? Troy found himself randomly musing, as he now filled the doorway, with his imposing, formal- and fur-clad form, to the rather uninspired suite that smelled and looked exactly like the sort of place a wealthy, married man would meet his whore when they didn't want to be seen by anyone of importance. Not that the room wasn't nice enough, in its own boringly bland way, but it certainly wasn't The Ritz, nor was it even The Gwen, which he actually preferred.

"Don't just linger where someone can see you," Randolph warned, like the adulterous pro that he was, as he shrugged off his leather trench - having already eagerly whipped off his scarf and gloves - carelessly tossing it over the back of a nearby chair, not caring if it stayed in place or slid to the floor. "Either come in, or get the hell out," he then added, in a surprisingly stern, almost sober-sounding voice, as he scoped out the adjoining room that contained a massive, king-size bed.

On the verge of doing the latter over the former, Troy suddenly found himself forced to enter the room as a single glance out into the hallway informed him that there was not only a couple coming down the hall from the right, but another individual coming from around the corner to the left. Moving inside, he quickly, yet quietly closed the door behind him, making sure that nobody caught sight of either one of them. Striding across the room, he then took up a position next to the window, risking a tug on the slim drape so that he could glance outside. As he did this, Randolph returned from exploring the bedroom, just as there was a knock on the door.

Darting his eyes between Randy and the door, Troy suddenly felt what he could only imagine was that rush of adrenaline his client experienced at the exact moment his naughty escapades became a reality, because up until this moment, this very second, it was all just a possibility, a risky, chance encounter that may or may not actually happen. But with that single knock, the deal was sealed. This was happening, and there was no turning back now. In another heartbeat or two, this gentlemen's evening of wining and fine dining was about to take an illegal turn, as an appallingly young, painted whore made her way inside the suite, ready, willing, and excited to perform for just the right price.

Bracing himself, as if he were some excitable virgin on prom night, instead of the experienced stud that he was, Troy found himself not only appalled by what he saw, but he was shook to his very core, for as the door swung open, into the room, revealing the individual on the other side, as if in slow motion, said individual was not only of the male persuasion, but he...he was...

Adam?

Adam, fucking, Lockhart?

Fuck. Me.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Prowling the streets looking like an underaged whore was not what Adam liked doing on a cold wintery night like tonight. It had been two weeks since one of his 'usual' clients had called him so he had been slumming it - with no luck. Dick was pissed. He had told Adam this morning that if he didn't get picked up tonight and bring in at least a hundred dollars, he'd be taking the money out of his hide. He knew exactly what that meant. Though it really didn't bother him. He catered primarily to male clients so how would getting fucked by Dick be any different than getting fucked by any other dick? Still, it was cold as balls out here - probably why very few cars even stopped to give him a look - and he knew that he would be on the streets every night until he brought in some money. If he wanted a respite from the cold, he needed to up his game.

That is why he was out here - despite the fucking cold weather! - in nothing but a fishnet shirt and tight fitting boy shorts. Fuck! His balls felt like they were going to freeze right off his body! His skin was icy and his poor nipples were hard as rocks. That only made his piercings hurt so much worse. 'Get your nipples pierced, clients like a good nipple piercing.' Fuck Dick.

A car slowed and pulled over. Finally, something promising. Grabbing a Twizzler out of his back pocket, he set the end of it in his mouth before leaning against the car, propping himself up on the open window. "Hey there..." He said to the... old lady inside? Fuck. He hated doing it with old people. All those wrinkles and loose skin...

"You look cold, sweetie. Where are your parents?" The old woman asked and Adam sighed. Great, not a client after all. A good Samaritan.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he said in his sweetest voice. "No ma'am. I'm just waiting for my friends to come pick me up. They dared me to stand out here like this." He said with a laugh, motioning to his clothes. For his twenty-six years, he looked to be about fifteen, maybe sixteen. All of Dick's boys had their niche, their particular fetish they played up. Adam's had always been the young, underage boy. He knew he couldn't play that angle forever but he had been blessed with good genes that made him small and agile, making him look young. It helped that he religiously shaved every part - and when I say every part, I mean every part - of his body except his head. His face was also treated to a fresh shave every morning, keeping his gruff at bay.

"You poor dear. Why don't I give you a ride. Where do you live?"

Fuck, lady! I'm trying to work here! Take your wrinkled ass and get the fuck away! Adam glanced around. What was a nice lady like this doing down on 26th anyway? Then it clicked and he sucked on his Twizzler, sliding the vaguely phallic symbol in and out of his mouth a few times while his hazel eyes watched the old woman. Oh yes, she really was here looking for a good time, she just didn't want to be forward about it. "Chestnut and Miles Van Der Rhone." He said, naming off the cross streets of the hotel Dick often picked for their richer clients.

The old woman's eyes lit up and she smiled. "Well, why don't you hop in and I'll give you a ride."

Resigning himself to this, and deciding it was better than nothing, he dropped the pretense as he said. "It's a hundred an hour. If you want to get kinky, that's an extra fifty an hour."

As quickly as he dropped the sweet, lost boy routine, she dropped the old lady one. "You think this is my first rodeo, kid? I only need you for an hour. Not some fancy hotel either. I'll pay you fifty when you get in the car and another fifty when I drop you back off."

Okay then. With a sigh, he stood and started to walk around to the other side of the car. Well, he'd be getting his hundred bucks for Dick.

That's when his phone rang and he paused. Holding up a finger to say 'one minute' to the old woman, he glanced at the caller ID. Dick. Mother fucking Dick. He was probably calling to check in on him.

"Good evening, sir." He said in his nicest voice, even thought all he wanted to do was strangle the bastard for making him work the streets in this abysmal weather.

"Where are you?" That was Dick. Always straight to the point, no time for preamble.

"26th and State, about to get into a car. Why?"

"Don't get into any fucking car. I'm coming to get you." The man growled through the phone and Adam took a step back from the car on instinct.

"Why, what's going on?" He asked, glancing at the old lady, who was starting to look peeved.

"Don't ask questions, boy! I said I'm coming to get you so tell the customer to fuck off." The line went dead and Adam sighed. Oh, how he wanted to get into the old lady's car just to spite that fucker! But he knew he'd be in even more trouble if Dick had to come look for him.

Leaning back into the window, he looked at the old woman. "That was my dad. He's on his way to pick me up. Sorry, maybe we can do this again some time?"

"Fucking pussy." The lady muttered and slammed on the accelerator. Adam had to jump back away from the car to not get hit by the ten ton machine.

"Yeah, fuck you too, bitch!" He shouted after the car, presenting her with not one, but two one-finger salutes. That's how he was still standing when a silver 2017 Mercedes convertible pulled up in front of him. Dickhead - sorry, Dickson - had bought the damn thing over the summer when he was trying to look all cool and macho but one of their clients had told him it was a poor imitation for the real thing and now Dick was itching for an opportunity to replace it. Hence sending his boys out into weather that could freeze a man's nuts off. Without saying a word, he walked around to the other side of the car and slid inside.

"The fuck you wearing?" Dick asked, eying Adam.

"Well no one was even giving me a second glance in my parka." He grumbled, crossing his arms and rubbing at the icy flesh of his upper arms.

The car pulled away from the curb and started up State street. "Who was in the car?"

"Fuck. Some ninety-year-old grandma looking for a trick. So many fucking wrinkles that she looked like a goddamn shar-pei."

Dickhead laughed. "Maybe I shoulda let you go with her."

Adam pretended to gag before looking Dick over. "Looks like we're heading to Chestnut and Miles Van Der Rhode." He commented, knowing better than to question the man.

"Yeah, got a client for you. One of your usuals. Mr. Anderson."

"Fuck. He's gonna want to burn me again. He's into some kinky shit." Adam protested.

"I know. I told him the price for the kinky shit and he didn't even bat an eye. Just entering the room with him is probably more than you would have gotten from the old bitch." Adam made a face but nodded. "Anyway, I've got all the usual stuff in the back. Also brought you a suit since I wasn't sure what you'd be wearing. Good thing too, you show up like that and he's like to laugh and slam the door in your face."

"Gee, thanks." He grumbled, sinking down in his seat and propping his feet up on the dash.

"Get your damn feet off the dash." Dick said, reaching out and forcefully removing them even as he spoke. His hand then wiped down the dashboard, grumbling under his breath.

Adam rolled his eyes and looked out the window. When they pulled up to the hotel, he got out of the car and saw the doorman giving him a dirty look as he approached. "Don't worry, he's not staying." Adam commented and opened the trunk. When he saw how much shit the man had crammed inside he sighed. "I could use a furniture dolly though." He admitted.

"Sir, we have a dress code." The doorman said and Adam rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I got a suit, I just gotta get changed. Can I use your restroom?"

"I'm afraid I can't let you into the lobby looking like that, sir." The man said and Adam sighed again. Without hesitation, he pulled off the fishnet shirt and tossed it at the man before undoing his boy shorts, starting to pull them down.

The doorman's eyes went wide and he looked around. "Don't do that here! Fine, you can use the bathroom, just... Get in there quickly and make sure no one sees you!"

"What about my luggage?" He asked innocently, enjoying the look of frustration on the man's face. What was his name again? Bernard? Benny... Something that started with a B. He so loved fucking with the man. The guy was probably only being so nice because he had seen Adam so many times in the company of rich and influential men.

"I'll get your luggage, just get your scrawny ass inside and get changed."

"You want a piece of this ass?" Adam asked, turning and showing his half-exposed ass to the man and giving the pale flesh a smack. "It's too expensive for you, sweetheart."

"Adam! Do what the man says and get inside and get dressed. The client could be here any minute and you still have to get the room set up!" Dick shouted and Adam rolled his eyes. He picked up the suit bag and slung it over his shoulder before blowing a kiss at the doorman. He saw Dick going over to the doorman and shake his hand. He knew it was the usual bribe to keep the man from talking about what he saw tonight.

When Adam was in the bathroom he was not the least bit surprised to find a leather harness in with the black tuxedo Dick had picked out for him. He had already been going commando under his boy shorts so it was no different to put on the leather harness and then suit up. He washed his hands and slicked back his hair with the water before stepping back out into the lobby, looking much more in place.

The doorman was waiting by the elevator for him with a luggage trolley. He still had that look of 'I fucking hate you but you pay too much for me to complain' on his face and Adam just laughed. "Thanks, doll." He said, taking the room key from the man and pushing the trolley onto the elevator.

When Adam got to the room and opened the first of the bags, he found a large plastic bag full of suckers on top. There was a note from Dick that read, 'For you. Because I know how much you like sweets.' That was... oddly sweet of Dick. Yes, Adam had a major sweet tooth, but he also loved using sweets to make him look younger and more innocent. It was part of his schtick. Grinning and popping a sucker into his mouth, he went about readying the room for his client.

He had only just finished when he received a text that Mr. Anderson was on the way up. Good ol' Benjamin. That doorman could be so reliable.

Slipping out of the room and down the hall, he hid in the ice room while he waited. He didn't want to risk the man seeing him so he remained completely inside the room and listened for the door to open and then close again. Giving it a ten count, he walked back up the hall to knock on the door.

When the door opened, Adam stood there with the stick of a sucker sticking out of his mouth and his normally hazel eyes a bright blue thanks to contacts. His hazel eyes were great for contacts, his natural color allowing for pretty much every other color of contacts to look crisp and clean. He always wore the bright blue lenses with Mr. Anderson. Though his bright blue eyes landed on someone that was... Not. Mr. Anderson.

Troy.

He stared at his brother for a minute. His five foot, nine inch frame always felt small by comparison to his clients, but there was something about fucking Troy looking down at him like that, that always had his feathers ruffled. Suppressing his instinct to punch the asshole in the face, he chose to smile instead. His eyes flitted around the room and landed on Mr. Anderson, who looked inebriated but amused, as usual.

Pulling his sucker from his mouth with a satisfying pop, he smiled at his brother. "Hello there handsome. I'm Angel." He gave out his stage name then held out his hand as if to shake his brother's hand but then pressed up against him and stood up on his tip toes to whisper into his ear. "I'm guessing he's one of your valuable clients? Play along and I won't tell him you're my brother." He told him then ran his tongue along his brother's jawline, starting from his ear and trailing down to his chin.

Stepping away from his brother with a smug look on his face, he walked over to Mr. Anderson. "Hello, sir. I hope you didn't get jealous that I greeted him first." He said with a pout and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "He's handsome... But you're the sexy one." He said, running a hand through the man's salt and pepper beard. "I do hope I didn't keep you waiting long?" He asked and went up onto his tiptoes to kiss Mr. Anderson passionately. He broke from the kiss and looked into the man's eyes as he said, "I'd hate to disappoint my master." He knew how to stroke Randy's ego and he was good at it.

Although, he did have to mention, "You know I charge extra for a threesome, right? He's welcome to watch, but if you want him to join in, it'll cost..." He glanced over at his brother and then smiled, turning his attention back to his client. "On second thought, I'll let him join as a freebie... Just this once for my master." He stroked the man's beard again, a look of lust clear in his bright eyes.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

"No, sir, he's been taken care of. No, there's no need for you to be present. I'm able to sign on your behalf, seeing that I'm both your lawyer and legitimate heir. That's the last we'll be seeing of him."

Flashing back to that brief conversation, the one he had had with his father, over the phone, on the very last day that he had seen his brother before this very moment, Troy could only inwardly scoff at the absurdity of his own words.

Had he honestly thought that that would seriously be the end of such a bottom feeder like Adam?

Sure, at the time, there had been something akin to hope that he would just go away, never to be heard from or seen ever again - especially since Troy had succeeded at using every legal and, well, not-so-legal play in his book, all in an effort to permanently sever their ties with the pesky parasite - but like that proverbial bad penny, he would inevitably turn up.

Wouldn't he?

Well, yes, he undoubtedly would resurface at some point, given the simple fact that the punk hadn't had a pot to piss in by the end of the paternity trial. Relocating himself beyond the city limits hadn't been an option then and, quite obviously, wasn't one now, but Troy could've never guessed in a million years that this would be the time or the place for such an unexpected resurrection of the blackest Lockhart sheep. And, damn, had Adam wore that particular title to the hilt, right up until the bitter end! Hell, even now, as he stood here before him, dressed in all black from tie to toe, it appeared that he was still, quite literally, wearing the title like it was some badge of honor.

But what the fuck was up with his eyes?

Actually, wait, no...it's better this way, Troy was quick to reassure himself, as their distinct eye color - that of brown with gold flecks - was the one trait that they actually shared. Without them on full display, the two could easily pass for perfect strangers, seeing that practically every other aspect of their physical being was at odds with one another.

For every inch that Troy towered over most grown men, Adam fell short by about the same number. As for their overall builds, it would be like comparing a Greek god to one of those malnourished, male models from last season's runway, although, Troy had to admit, the kid's suit did flatter his slim form, even if it did appear to be off-the-rack, instead of made-to-order. Anyway. The list of differences between them was a long one, so there would be no way in hell that...

What, the actual, fuck?!

Getting lost in his thoughts, which wasn't exactly a challenge for Troy, the older of the two Lockhart's had managed to not only miss most of whatever it was that the brat had just babbled at him, but he had let his guard down long enough to allow entry into his very personal space! One minute the kid was standing in the doorway, looking rather pleased with himself, and the next, well...he was...he fucking was...

Licking him?!

Stunned by the sheer audacity of the overly intimate, yet equally repulsive gesture, Troy was actually caught more off guard by the oh-so-subtle threat that skillfully landed on his left lobe just seconds before!

How dare he speak to him like that?! How dare he come in here and act as if he were the one calling all the shots?! How dare he, of all people...

Kiss his historically hetero client like the two of them were long lost lovers, finally reunited by some sublime twist of fate instead of a liquor-laced, last-minute booty call?!

Instantly feeling the flush of utter disgust as it bubbled up inside of him and proceeded to swiftly devour his typically flawless features, Troy made no effort to hide his aversion to what he was witnessing just a few feet away. It was bad enough that he had agreed to come here in the first place, to possibly play a role in the sexual conquest of yet another underaged girl, but to have to stand here and watch this...this...whatever this was, well, it was more than his legitimately, unwaveringly hetero self could handle!

"Excuse me?" he reflexively snarled, as the absurd offer for him to join in - free of charge! - was bandied about by his own flesh and blood. "I...I..."

"You...you...what?" Randy was quick to interject, to question, in that same stern voice from earlier, with a bit of a sneer now curling his liquor-stained lips. "Object? Well, mate, I regret to inform you, yet again, that you're both overruled and, to put it more bluntly, out-the-fuck-numbered, two to one," he continued to speak, as he now freed himself from the kid's clutches and approached the outraged lawyer. "You gave up your rights when you entered this room, boy," he then muttered, in a low enough voice that only Troy could clearly hear, "so you either play nice, or you can kiss this particular cash cow's ass good-bye."

"As for you, my naughty boy," he then turned and addressed Adam, "you have indeed not only disappointed me by keeping me waiting and making me jealous, but you have failed to share the contents of those pretty cases over there. You know how I despise such rude behavior from my boys, but I truly loathe being kept in the dark. So, I strongly suggest you get on with the show!" he then concluded, with a wave of his hand, before making his way over to the well-stocked bar.

"Oh, and, feel free to correct the deplorable disposition that’s on display over there," he then added, with a somewhat dismissive hand directed at Troy, who now stood ramrod stiff, with a sour expression clearly plastered on his face, seeing that he was outwardly appalled by the way he was being treated, especially by Randy, as well as inwardly disgusted by the threats that seemed to be coming at him from every direction, not to mention the added insult of whatever obscenely vulgar acts he was now being forced to not only witness, but...

Fuck

Take part in!

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Naughty boy. It took all of Adam's self control not to flinch at those words. Coming from Randy's mouth, those words were usually an indication of his irritation or even anger. Which was always dangerous because when Randy got irritated or angry, he took it out on Adam. Even the smallest indiscretion could earn him the man's ire. He had arrived ten seconds after the man, ten fucking seconds! But under normal circumstances, if the two were alone, Randy probably would already be punishing him for his tardiness.

As he mentioned the content of the cases, Adam thought about how to respond for a moment. He definitely didn't want the man to know that he had arrived before him to set some things up - like X-shaped restraints hidden under the mattress, but especially the hidden cameras hidden throughout the suite recording every inch of each of the rooms. "My manager sent those cases up." He settled on saying. Randy (like all his upper class clients) had to go through Dick to request his services, so the man would know who Adam was referring to.

Dick forbade Adam from giving his direct number to any of his clients. Adam knew that Dick feared Adam would undercut him if he contacted them directly. Dick handled all the arrangements and the clients paid him directly so Adam never even knew how much they paid him for his time. He never saw a penny of the money himself, only the 'treats' Dick gave him. Only when he worked the streets did he handle any of the cash and even then it was carefully monitored. All of Dick's boys had GPS tracking devices implanted under their skin behind their right ear so that when they got in the car with a client, Dick knew exactly how much time they spent with them. The only way to undercut the ass would be to somehow convince the client to pay more than the hourly rate Dick set.

Thinking of his overbearing pimp always made Adam angry. He wanted to leave this God-forsaken town but that was impossible with the way the man ran his business. Which is exactly what the man intended. Adam was his slave until he wore out his usefulness and then he would probably be killed and disposed of.

"I have an idea of the things he would have included, but it'll be just as much of a discovery for me as it will be for you." He went on to explain, displaying his charming smile. Walking over to the cases, he bent at the waist rather than crouching down. After a second, he looked over his shoulder at Randy and winked before his hands lifted his suit jacket up, untucked his shirt and inched his pants down just enough to reveal that he wasn't wearing any underwear. It also revealed a leather strap coming up between his ass cheeks.

Remaining bent over like that while he 'searched' through the cases as though trying to see what was inside, he swayed his hips a little in a way he knew would be teasing to his client. "Ah, hah!" He said with a triumphant noise as he emerged with a silver case about 14" long by 6" wide and 5" thick. Fixing his pants enough to walk over to Randy and not have them fall down to his knees, he clicked open the case to reveal the contents to his client.

"Last time we played I got an imprint in order to prepare this..." He said, revealing the flesh-toned dildo inside the case. It was a real-life recreation of Randy's cock and balls, sitting on black velvet inside the silver case. Adam allowed his client to see the toy before quickly moving out of his reach. Adam got taken a cast of the man's cock while he was shit-faced and he was sure the man wouldn't remember him doing so and might be angry about it. "I had intended to present it as a gift for you to fuck me from both ends... But wouldn't it be so sweet to see your little friend suck your massive cock, sir?"

Smiling, he walked back over to his brother as he pulled the silicon replica from the case and presented it to Troy. Invading the lawyer's personal space once more, Adam stood on his tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "Randy is one a sadistic fuck. I bet you've never seen this side of him, but if I were you, I would be thinking long and hard about what you've done to earn his displeasure because he won't be satisfied until he takes it out of your flesh. And I will be only too happy to help him destroy your pretty little virgin hole." As he spoke, he rubbed the dildo across the man's other cheek.

Pulling back, his left hand reached up to wrap around Troy's chin. "Open up." He said cheerily. There was some resistance so he added, "You wouldn't want to anger Sir, now would you?" It was clear from the look on his face that he was enjoying this and when Troy reluctantly opened his mouth, Adam chuckled before shoving the imitation cock down his throat until he gagged.

"You're too tall." Adam whined, with a light in his eyes that should make his brother uncomfortable. "Hold that for me, will you?" He let go of the dildo and both of his hands went to Troy's waist and ran along the top of his trousers in what seemed like a teasing motion. Really he was checking for a belt, but finding none he had to revise his plans. His brother must have been surprised by his boldness because the next thing Adam knew, the skin-toned dildo was hitting the ground. Looking down at it, Adam raised his eyes up to look at Troy. Had he intentionally spat it out or was it an accident? Either way, he would definitely use that as an excuse to punish his brother.

"So disrespectful, spitting out Sir's cock!" He gasped and raised a hand and actually slapped his brother across the cheek. While his brother was stunned, he took the opportunity to grasp onto his ridiculously expensive silk scarf and tug it free of his broad shoulders.

Circling back around the man, Adam expertly wrapped the silk material around Troy's wrists, looping the material up and around itself and back again in a backhand hitch knot. This extremely effective knot would hold his hands together so securely it would be difficult, if not impossible, for him to get himself out of. He then kicked the back of the larger man's knees, causing him to drop with a thud to his knees. Walking back around in front of the man, he bent down and picked up the discarded dildo and slapped it back and forth across Troy's face a few times. "Now, you will open your disrespectful mouth to suck Sir's cock and be grateful for the opportunity to do so! Then, if you prove you can be a good little cocksucker he might be generous enough to let you suck the real thing."

That said, he forced his brother's mouth open and shoved the large dildo back down his throat, further this time since he had a better angle to be able to do so.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Watching Randy watch Adam with unbridled lust in his eyes, as the kid toiled about before him, flirting and flashing a bit of flesh as he went about his business, only continued to fan the flames of disgust that burned deep within Troy's tensed-up form. He couldn't imagine being more turned off by the scene that was unfolding before him; however, he was quickly proven wrong by his provocative sibling as he proceeded to unabashedly unveil a rubbery replica of the powerful man's oversized sex organ.

The thing was grotesque.

It looked far too realistic for Troy's taste, not that he had actually given such a thing much thought before this moment, but he instantly knew, with just a single glance, that it felt off to not only have this dismembered member floating around in the world, but for it to be an exact replica of the man's most private parts? Well, that certainly felt like an outright assault upon his client's privacy. Yet, the lascivious lush seemed rather smitten by the idea, as his steely-blue eyes flashed wide with excitement instead of rage, and his lips shifted from the sneer he had been casting Troy's way to a seductive smirk that spoke volumes.

He not only approved, but he was aroused.

Clearly the creation of such a thing fed directly into the man's equally oversized ego, but that certainly didn't make it any easier for Troy to accept, if anything, it made it harder, it made all of this so much harder to process and stomach. While Troy knew all about the man's problematic exploits with girls, seeing that he had had the pleasure of defending him in court on more than a dozen occasions because some of those very exploits had gone horribly wrong, he never imagined that this man's repertoire contained such unnatural things as youthful boys and bizarre looking toys.

He...he just. He didn't really know this man at all. Did he?

Bristling within the confines of his plush coat, that still hung heavy upon his strong shoulders, Troy pondered, seriously pondered, walking straight out of the suite with the promise made that he would never dare get tangled up with the likes of this deceptive delinquent ever again.

But, he didn't, because he knew he couldn't, not without running the risk of losing absolutely everything.

Randolph Anderson Whitmore the Fourth wasn't someone you simply walked away from. His tremendous reach ran far and wide, as well as deep, and if he wanted to destroy you he could, and he usually would, without much warning before or regrets shown thereafter. As much as he could be both generous and kind when he 'fancied you,' he could easily be just as cutthroat and cruel when he...

Jesus. Has he desired me all along? Troy couldn't stop himself from suddenly wondering, now that he knew the man's twisted preferences in full. He has, hasn't he? his mind continued to whirl as previously playful and, one could even say, endearing exchanges between the two of them suddenly took on new meaning. Fuck. He...he's wanted this night to happen all along. He...

For fuck's sake! Troy wanted to suddenly shout as Adam now approached, cradling Randy's detached dong like it was some priceless treasure that should be revered, instead of the repulsive silicone slab that it truly was; however, he somehow managed to bite his tongue and play along, at least for now. That said, having not clearly heard the little deviant's suggestion, because, once again, Troy had been lost in his own thoughts, he soon found himself flinching and even gasping, just a little, as the surprisingly dense dildo was brazenly thwacked against and then needlessly rubbed along the side of his well-defined cheek.

Initially angered by this seemingly senseless gesture, Troy soon found himself focusing more on what was being said to him than what was being done. Apparently Adam felt compelled to issue yet another warning, but this time it came with the threat of bodily harm, not just from him but Randy, who had a thing for marking up his merchandise when he was displeased. One wrong move and apparently his ass and, more specifically, his anus, would be taught a lesson.

Fuuuuck, his mind actually moaned, as the mere thought of this going there made him tightly clench that exact spot; however, such a reaction was short lived as his chiseled chin was firmly gripped and he was given the odd order to relax an entirely different orifice. Once again, because he hadn't heard the initial suggestion, his response was a delayed one that clearly came off as a refusal to obey, but after another threat from the kid, and a single glance towards Randy, Troy knew he had no other choice but to part his thick lips and...

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Clearly unprepared for what happened to him next, mostly because it occurred so quickly and from such an odd angle, Troy's eyes flashed wide as his mouth was assaulted in full by the fleshy phallus! Reflexively gagging the moment the head hit the natural curve of his upper throat, he continued to convulse, and even moan around the thick mass, as the generous length was force fed to him, nearly tip to base, all in one go. Swiftly bringing his hands up in an effort to swat Adam's away, so that he could yank the nasty thing out, he actually found himself stopping short, mid-lift, as he began to feel fingers fondling the front of his tailored slacks.

WHAT THE HELL?

Torn between the dire need to clear his throat with this new pressing need to maintain his dignity, since it initially felt like he was about to be exposed from the waist down, Troy somehow managed to eject the perpetually erect, spit-slick slab from his body without any additional help. In a flash, the thing spewed forth, bringing with it a spray of spittle that rained down upon the front of his formal attire. The luxurious lapels of his costly coat took most of the abuse, easily soaking up the thick gobs as they splattered all over him. Gasping for air, now that he could, Troy yet again didn't hear much of what was being said to him; however, what he did hear, and most certainly felt, just a second or two later, was the sharp snapping sound of skin upon skin as he was slapped across the face!

Stunned, he staggered back a step, perhaps two, as his lengthy, silk scarf was swiftly stripped away. Easily confused by this series of unexpected events, since he'd never in his life been treated like this, his confusion only mounted as he felt his right arm get yanked behind him, quickly followed by his left, which caused his massive pecs to jut out before him, which in turn caused the backs of his sparkling shirt studs to pinch into the smooth skin below, as the stiff arrow collar of his dress shirt jabbed into his muscular neck. With a speed that impressed even the very intoxicated Randy, who was watching all of this from his front-row seat at the bar, Troy's thick wrists were bound and skillfully secured so that even he couldn't use his brute strength to break free, which he tried but failed, not just once, but three or four times.

Sputtering a series of unintelligible curses in response to his inability to quickly recover from this surprisingly well executed assault - by someone nearly half his size! - Troy would immediately find himself bellowing as he was kicked from behind and brought down hard! One minute he was standing tall, towering over everything and everyone in the room, and the next, he was on his knees, sitting back on his coat-covered haunches, seeing that his full-length fur had gotten caught up beneath his bubble butt as he went down.

Ready to rip into both men, regardless of the repercussions that would surely rain down upon him, Troy would be unable to utter a single threat of his own before the thick slab of fake flesh was repeatedly thwacked across his face, left, and then right, right, and then left; however, the final assault to his now grief-stricken face would be the worse, as his mildly bruised lips would once again be forced apart so that the full and imposing length of Randy's replica could be rammed down his throat!

GOD HELP ME!

Eyes wide with terror, as he immediately came to realize that the vicious thing hadn't been anywhere close to being this deeply embedded just moments before, Troy bucked his bound body about as his assaulted form flipped between emitting horrific gagging noises and deep-throated groans! It...it was too much for his virginal esophagus to take! He...he was undoubtedly going to gag to death on this disgusting sexual device if it wasn't promptly pulled out! Unlike the last time, there was no spitting this thing out on his own. He needed help, and he needed it now, and, to his utter surprise, he got exactly that, but not from Adam, who was just standing there watching him suffer, but from Randy, who proceeded to propel himself off of the barstool, with as much grace and dignity as the drunk man could, which wasn't very much at all.

Watching as the Brit basically bumbled his way towards him, Troy pleaded with his eyes, that were now aimed directly at his brother, as the seconds became a full minute, which in turn felt more like an eternity as he waited for the older man to come to his rescue. Convulsing now, with spittle spewing out of both sides of his molested mouth, the typically tightly wound fop was swiftly coming undone, until finally, fucking finally, Randy managed to get a good grip on the end of the monstrous thing, withdrawing it with one absurdly long tug! Or at least that's what it felt like to the very inexperienced man, as inch after thick inch slowly slid along his tortured tongue.

Expecting to immediately flood his frayed lungs with fresh air, Troy instead continued to gasp and gag as...

NO!

The thing was swiftly worked back in, and then withdrawn, worked back in, and then withdrawn!

He...it...the fucking monster, the fucking maniac was...was...

Relentlessly fucking his face!

With a sadistic, almost gleeful expression, Randy was now demonstrating, "...the proper way to prime a virginal throat."

"You see, my boy," he was now stating, rather matter-of-factly, as he continued to work the slick slab like a pro, "you must give them a moment to compensate, to grow accustom to such prodigious pricks being worked within their soon-to-be gaping hole. You, of all people, should know this, given your profession," he then stated, rather plainly, yet purposefully, clearly admonishing the rent-a-boy, but also reminding him of his place in the world. "There there, isn't this better, boy?" he then directly addressed Troy as his free hand came up to fuss with his luxurious, ebony locks that had became a bit untidy along the way. "This isn't so bad, is it?" he then rhetorically questioned, as he motioned to Angel, er, Adam to take over.

"I mean, unless you've got something better to offer?" he then excitedly asked, as his hand remained firmly wrapped around the floppy ball sac that did indeed look exactly like his own, wrinkles and all.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Oh, Adam knew perfectly well just how to break in a virgin orifice and he had no problem doing so, but he had been enjoying watching the man choke on the massive cock shoved down his throat. He had been perfectly content with the idea of watching the smug look on his brother's ugly face turn to panic as he tried to gasp for air but be unable to because of the large phallus stuck in his esophagus. Oh how he would have delighted in watching the man's face turn purple and the light fade from his eyes.

In his head he had already been imagining the headlines. 'Business Typhoon Troy "The Tool" Lockhart Found Dead in Second-Rate Hotel'. The story would be about how the influential business attorney was murdered by a man that was not only a whore but his very own flesh and blood. It would be nearly as sensational as the story about Cade Valentine!

Alas, it was not to be. Randy came to Troy's defense, though it then turned into a lecture about how to fuck a man's face.

"Yes sir." Adam said when Randy told him how to do his job. "You know, I think this is something my brother might enjoy." He said casually and watched Troy's face as he spoke. "Hypothetically, of course." He left the remark hanging, hoping Randy might make some sort of comment about how Adam's brother must be as much of a whore as he was. After all, Randy had no idea that the man standing in front of them was Adam's brother.

"Something better to offer than Sir's cock shoved down his throat? Surely there's nothing better than that." Too much? Maybe, but the asshole did have a large ego to stroke. "I do have other toys but I don't know what could be better."

He raised a finger to his lip as though considering it. "Although, sometimes the best ideas are those that inspire even more wicked ideas..." He chuckled and his fingers expertly undid the bowtie around his brother's neck. Kneeling down in front of his brother, he looked into one of the brown eyes with his blue ones and winked.

"You're gonna love this." He purred. With Troy's hands now secure behind his back it was easy for Adam to undo the larger man's pants. This time he did habe every intention of exposing him and there was nothing Troy could do to stop him!

With a look of glee on his face, Adam undid the button and zipper of the custom tailored trousers and the reached into the pants and under the elastic of the... "Leopard print, really?" He asked and shook his head, reaching inside the briefs to carefully extract the flaccid cock and balls.

"Ahh, look at this... He's all soft. You would think he's not enjoying himself. But why shouldn't be be? He gets the privilege to suck Sir's cock." He teased and he ran his hand along the length of the brothers soft flesh. "Oh well, I can fix that..." Holding up the black velvet tie, he pulled the smooth material through his mouth, moistening it. Then he reached down and proceeded to wrap the thing material tightly around the base of Troy's cock and balls, finishing with the bowtie perfectly evenly tied at the base of the man's cock, the gold and diamond embellishments glinting in the light.

Now that Troy's own tie was working as an impromptu cock ring, Adam leaned down and wrapped his mouth around the cock. With ten or more years experience sucking cock, he was quite good at it. He was pleased that despite his brothers obvious disgust, he had the man hard in a matter of minutes.

With him fully hard now, Adam pulled back, knowing the erection wouldn't deflate thanks to the how tie.

"A present for you, Sir." Adam said, running his hand over the hard cock. "If you would like, I have a mold kit in my bag, we can take a mold of his cock to add to your collection?"

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Even though this impromptu session was turning out to be quite a bit different from those that he and Angel had shared in the past, and even though the mood was dampened, just a little, by a certain someone's relentlessly sour disposition, Randolph was actually enjoying himself immensely!

Anytime that he could spend working over another man, especially an alleged, metrosexual alpha like this one, was time well spent, even if said alpha was someone he typically treated like a son, instead of just his legal counsel or, in this case, a mere plaything. He liked Troy, a lot, regardless of the fact that he wasn't exactly the type that he preferred to fuck up, and then down, as well as all around, until they were, quite literally, begging for him to stop. But only a prat would pass up on the opportunity to get their greedy hands on such a fine looking specimen. Hell, why else had he maintained a decade-long relationship with the breathtakingly beautiful stud? It wasn't like he was exactly the sharpest lawyer available - although, he did have this unexplainable knack for always winning the day - but he was indeed, without fail, the sexiest and, well, the cheapest money could buy. Others, with far more sense between their ears, would've charged him two to three times as much as Troy did, but the foolish boy was apparently content with making six-figures instead of seven, or even eight.

"An equally slutty sibling, you say?" he now replied to Angel's rousing disclosure, that he couldn't seem to recall having ever been divulged in the past. "How exciting! I would love to get my hands on him!" he then added, as he continued to casually fuck Troy's face, a face that if he had been paying close enough attention to could've potentially let the cat out of the bag, as the man's eyes went wider with fear the moment the seemingly tawdry little detail was so informally disclosed; however, the moment had passed, and for now, that secret would remain safe.

"My my, how you do like to lay it on rather thick at times, boy," Randy then mused, upon hearing Angel's next proclamation, which was rather heavy-handed in its delivery. "But I suppose you are quite correct. There isn't much that can compare to this impressive slab, especially when it really gets going. Isn't that right, boy?" he then redirected his attention back to Troy, as he worked the dildo in and out a bit more violently, until Angel suddenly got in his way.

Wiling to allow such an infraction, because the boy had proven himself to be rather crafty and entertaining, Randy watched with unwavering interest as he went about not only undoing Troy's bow tie but - Oh yes! - undoing his neatly pressed pants that hugged his narrow hips just so, only after getting him back on his own two booted feet.

In their ten years of knowing each other, Randy had somehow managed to fail seeing more of Troy's solidly built body than he had been willing to share. So as the opportunity now presented itself, the man found himself transfixed as inches and inches of flawless tan skin were slowly unveiled right before his eyes!

"Bloody hell," he then found himself muttering, rather breathlessly, but not because he was disappointed to see such a flaccid cock, poking out of a pair of questionable knickers, but because the cock was thicker than any he had ever seen either in a professional porn or in person. As for the stud's balls, they...they were...glorious, absolutely glorious! So plump, and so smooth, and so... "YES!" he then exclaimed as Angel leaned in and began to work the fleshy knob like the pro that he was, only after tying the muscular-looking mass off with the man's own tie!

"Yes," he then repeated, a bit more seductively, upon being asked if he wanted a copy of the now fully erect masterpiece that bobbed in the air, oozing what appeared to be the first sticky pearls of pre, which the still disgusted-looking stud couldn't help himself from leaking. "I mean, as long as I'm the only one to have such a prized possession. No duplicates! Not even one for him!" he was quick to insist, seeing that the gorgeous, rock-solid member was both thicker and at least an inch or so longer than his own. As for his balls, there was simply no comparison. In that regard, the guy was hung like a raging stallion.

Watching as Angel made a move to procure the supplies from one of his cases, Randy took the moment to finally remove his own replica from Troy's far more relaxed throat and mouth. Stepping away with the slick member still gripped firmly in his hand, he then made his way back to the bar. Tossing the thing down with a hefty, wet-sounding thump, he then reached for an amber-colored bottle. Not wanting to be a complete and utter arse, he not only poured himself a fresh drink, but one for Troy as well. Surely he would appreciate the small gesture, a sort of peace offering, so to speak, especially given the fact that his throat was probably rubbed raw from all of the abuse.

Glancing up as Angel made his way into the next room and, he assumed, the adjoining lavatory, more than likely to prepare whatever solution it was that he would need to make the mold, Randy sauntered over to Troy, with two tumblers clinking in hand, and proceeded to untie him with his free one. "Cat got your tongue, mate?" he whispered into the seething, but also uncharacteristically quiet man's ear, just as he undid the last bit of silk.

"No, mate," was all Troy would snarl back as he proceeded to throw his muscular mass into the older guy, easily knocking him on his ass, as he bolted for the hallway door!

In a flash, their newfound toy was gone, leaving behind his silk scarf as the only evidence that he was ever even within the suite to begin with. Well, there was also the potentially incriminating footage that had been clearly captured, on more than one micro recorder, but neither man knew about that little detail just yet. They both only knew that this evening had just taken an unexpected turn, one that would surely have a devastating effect on both of their lives.

"Angel!" Randy found himself suddenly shouting, as he staggered to his feet, using a nearby coffee table for support. "He's done a runner!" he then wailed, as he stumbled in the wrong direction, ending up in the bedroom doorway, instead of the one Troy had escaped through. "The lousy little wanker has done a runner!" he reiterated, with a newfound rage in his voice.

"And it's all your fault!"

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Adam gathered the supplies he needed to make a mold of his brother's cock and carried the plaster mix to the bathroom. He was just starting to measure out the water when he heard Randy yell his stage name. Sighing, he set the measuring cup down and already had his hand on the doorknob when the mad started yelling something else. He opened the bathroom door in time to see the man stumble into the doorway of the suite's bedroom. "What? My fault? How the fuck is this my fault? I left him tied up! What did you do?" He asked, snapping and actually yelling at his client for the first time ever. Damn it but this had been his opportunity to take out years of anger on his fucking brother and Randy just let him go?

Though as he looked over the taller man and saw the look on his face he had a mental image of Randy slapping him across the cheek, much like he had just recently done to Troy, only much, much harder. He knew that unless he changed his tune, that is exactly the fate awaiting him. "Sorry sir." He said, bowing his head. "You're right, it was my fault. I'll handle it." He said and took a step away from the man, down the hall towards the living room.

Pulling out his phone, he called Dick. "We have a problem." He said quietly, not sure exactly how to explain the situation.

"I'm well aware of it, boy. I've been watching. Pretty hot what you were doing to your own flesh and blood. I was looking forward to watching you fuck him up good. But don't worry, I'm already on it. You just stay there and keep Randy happy. Do anything and I mean anything he wants to keep him happy. We don't want to lose him as a client over this fiasco."

Adam nodded his head and let out a breath before closing his eyes. "Yes sir..." Anger was boiling under his skin but he was trying to suppress it, which only made it worse. Goddamn Randy let Troy escape, now he knew the man would take his anger out on him and Dick was telling him to just let it happen? Adam had helped Dick clean up messes let by Randy when he was in a bad mood. He had a nasty habit of "retiring" rent boys. Dick would rather lose Adam then lose Randy as a client.

Clicking the phone off, he slid it back into his pocket, his body shaking with anger as he took a deep breath to steady himself. When he turned to look at Randy again, his customary smile was back on his face. "My manager is on it. He'll find Troy and bring him back." Well, he wasn't sure if Dick intended to bring Troy back, but it was surely what Randy wanted to hear. That was when he realized that neither Randy nor Troy had ever introduced Troy to Angel. He cleared his throat, hoping Randy would be too angry to notice.

"How about we go to the bedroom and have some fun while we wait for my manager to bring him back?" He asked, gently pressing past the larger man and entering the bedroom. He slipped onto the bed and lifted his shirt a little to show off the leather harness he wore underneath the suit.

Already the gears in Adam's mind were whirring. Randy was angry. An angry Randy could do things to him he had never experienced, never wanted to experience. The man was capable of fucking him up so badly that even if Randy didn't kill him, he would be of no further use to Dick and the pimp would most likely just dispose of him. This could be the last day of his life... Did he really want to spend it being fucked over by Randy Andy? Fuck no!

He had the advantage here but Randy had no idea about it. Adam knew there were restraints attached to the bed, he could secure Randy to the bed. But... What if he could frame the man first? Let the man get rough with him. There were cameras recording everything. If he was to survive tonight, he had to prove to Dick he was worth keeping. What better way than to frame Randy for something terrible and then turn the tables on the man?

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

After dropping Adam off at the hotel, Dick had to head in to work. Parking his luxury car at the police station always made him nervous and the last time he had done so there had been a lot of awkward question about how he could afford such a car. Ultimately he had come up with a BS story about how his 'usual' car was in the shop and the Mercedes was a loaner from a friend. It had kept the awkwardness to a minimum but since then he has to be more careful about what vehicle he drove in to work.

Which meant that after dropping Adam off, he not only had to head to the station, but before he could do that, he had to head home. It was probably for the best anyway, he had to change as well. Taking off his designer suit, he replaced it with his police uniform. Then he got behind the wheel of the 2010 Chrysler 300 that he had bought years ago through legitimate funds. It was still a decently nice car but much more in the price range for a beat cop.

By the time he got to the station he was late and got chewed out for it. He apologized and took his citation without any lip. Some days he wondered why he bothered to keep this job. His 'side job' paid more than enough to keep him living comfortably. Then again, during dry spells like the last couple of weeks when he had little to no high end clients calling in, having the steady pay to fall back on was kinda nice. Besides, there were other perks that came with being a uniformed officer.

After spending another fifteen minutes filling out paperwork, he was assigned one of the cruisers and given orders to go out on patrol. He knew he had quotas to fill but even so he found himself a quiet alcove under a bridge to hang out. It was a good spot for a speed trap and he often made bank through this section but he didn't bother to pull out his speed gun yet.

Randy was the first of his high roller clients to give him a call in quite some time so he wanted to check in and see how Adam was treating him. Pulling out his laptop, he logged on to the private wifi set up in one of his safe houses right beside the bridge (which was the real reason he liked to use this spot for speed trapping). He entered his password and was soon watching the live feed from the hotel room inside the Raffaelo Hotel.

Perfect timing. The hotel room door was just swinging open. It must have taken Randy a good forty minutes to get to the hotel, which was good because it gave Adam plenty of time to get set up and... Wait just a minute. That wasn't Randy answering the door. Leaning closer to look at the man's face, his eyebrows arched upward. The fuck? What was Troy Lockhart doing in the room?

Panicking just a little, he slid his keys onto the ignition and started the car. Adam hated his brother, and for good reason, so seeing him there could be disastrous. He had to get to the hotel and- He stopped when he heard Adam's voice. All the kid did was introduce himself. Then he made a comment about how he charged extra for threesomes but would make an exception for such a valuable client. Well played. Relaxing again, he let out a breath. Good, it seemed the boy could overlook his brother's faults for the sake of a client.

What unfolded next, however, amused Dick to no end. For years he had butted heads legally with Troy "The Tool" Lockhart, the man was a proverbial thorn in his side and to see that Randy was actually wanting Adam to fuck him over? It was strangely arousing to watch the younger brother deface his older sibling.

When Adam left to go to the bathroom to prepare the mold, Dick watched in disgust as Randy untied the fucking lawyer. "Don't do that, you ass! He's gonna... Yep, there he goes." Yelling at his laptop screen was about as effective as watching a scary movie and yelling at the pretty blond not to go up the stairs. It was no use, she always went up the stairs. And now Troy was long gone out the door.

Then the pompous ass blamed Adam for the flight. Adam had the fucker tied up, you're the one that set him free!

He was still seething, disappointed that he wouldn't get to see Troy fucked over, when his phone rang. Not his work phone or his private phone, his burner phone. Running an illegal harem of prostitutes, Dick had learned early on that it was important to change his phone often. It was always the same number but a different burner phone that he could destroy and not worry about losing anything.

Glancing at the caller ID, he was surprised to see Adam's name.

"We have a problem." His voice was professional as usual, the way he always acted in front of clients. No snide remarks or cocky attitude in front of the men that were paying for his ass.

"I'm well aware of it, boy. I've been watching. Pretty hot what you were doing to your own flesh and blood. I was looking forward to watching you fuck him up good. But don't worry, I'm already on it. You just stay there and keep Randy happy. Do anything and I mean anything he wants to keep him happy. We don't want to lose him as a client over this fiasco."

Adam's voice was stiff and held a hint of resentment as he said, "Yes sir..."

Hanging up the phone, Dick watched the live feed for a moment. Adam told Randy that everything was under control but as he slipped by him into the bedroom, the feed went black.

"That little fucker." Dick grumbled, rewinding the video a few seconds. Sure enough, the little shit had slipped his hand into his pocket right before the screen blacked out.

Part of the preparation for getting a room ready for a client was to set up a signal blocker. It would prevent all signals from entering or leaving the room in question until the device was deactivated. There had never been a reason to activate the damn thing before so why the fuck did the kid activate it now? Unless he intended to do spmethying fucking stupid.

"Little shit." He repeated but shook his head. He had to go deal with Dick, he would have to wait to deal with Adam and his arrogance. He knew the cameras were still recording to their internal circuits but the feed, like everything else, could not escape the dead zone. It also meant Dick couldn't call Adam but neither could anyone in the room call out. What the fuck was Adam playing at?

Shaking his head, he put the car into drive and made his way to the hotel. By some strange luck, he arrived just as he spotted Troy's very distinctive car pulling away. Keeping a safe distance, he followed for a time.

It wasn't until Troy pulled under a fairly quiet bridge that Dick closed the distance and turned on his lights. The car pulled over and he pulled up behind it, leaving his lights on.

Rotating his neck a couple times to get a few pops, he then stood and slid from the cruiser before walking to the driver's side. "License and registration, please." He said, holding up his flashlight and aiming it directly at Troy's face. This would leave Dick as a dark silhouette to the man in the car. Though he might recognize his voice. They had had multiple dealings with each other in the past...

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Have some fun, Randy repeated, in his own mind, as he watched Angel take up a position in the center of the king-size bed, watched him play the role of boyish tease, which he did so bloody well. Have some fun indeed, he then confirmed, with a subtle nod of his silver-topped head and a devious grin upon his slick lips, as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, only after unbuttoning his double-breasted, velvet jacket.

With a capital F and U, you naughty boy.

Reaching out, his hand fumbled for only a moment with the layers of the boy's suit, until the tips of his fingers were finally dancing across the ebony fabric of his fitted dress shirt, finding what they were looking for rather quickly - Yes! - even in such an intoxicated state. Rubbing the cloth-covered nub nearest to him, until it perked up a bit more, Randy knew it typically didn't take much to get the boy's pierced nipples to react accordingly.

That's it, boy, give 'daddy' what he wants.

Gently rolling the sweet swell between his thumb and index finger, Randy watched the boy's body respond to his touch as he casually removed his cigar case from his jacket and then his lighter from his slacks. Managing to place both items on the nearby nightstand without fumbling or dropping either, it was a not-so-subtle sign of things to come.

Naughty or nice, I will mark you as mine.

Suddenly distracted by the strap that belonged to the harness that sat snug around the boy's slim torso, just beneath his shirt - which the boy himself had already teased not once, but twice - Randy temporarily gave in to such a tempting diversion. There would be plenty of time later to taunt, tease, and then torture the youth's nips, but for now, he wanted to see, in full, what his kinky boy kept mostly hidden from him.

Like 'father,' like 'son.'

Not caring in the least what damage was done to the boy's attire, in a swift and surprisingly lucid manner Randy splayed open the shirt, sending buttons flying as he did, all in an effort to better see the leather apparatus that he knew went places the sun rarely shined upon. Hungry for more, he didn't hesitate to give the front of the boy's slacks the same treatment, rending them open with ease, splitting snap and zipper, just so he could see more of not only the boy's slim torso, but his cock and balls that he knew, he just knew, would most certainly be ensnared in the same contraption.

Ah, yes, so very smooth, and plump, just like...

"You know, boy," he finally spoke, after minutes of silence, as one of his hands returned to the boy's now fully exposed nip, and the other cupped his equally exposed, mouthwateringly smooth balls, "you better pray that your handler does indeed return with our prized peacock, because if he doesn't, well, I may just take a 'pound of flesh' for my troubles."

"Do you understand, boy?" he then questioned, as he purposefully and rather painfully began to squeeze the boy's balls, enjoying the blush of crimson that he was causing, upon the super smooth skin, and loving, absolutely living for, the complete and utter control he held over such a beautiful, young boy, anguished expression and all.

As Troy once again sat within the cozy confines of his sleek sports car, speeding away from, well, the 'scene of the crime,' he did everything in his power to not only mentally pull himself together - as he had physically, his formal attire, in the hotel's lavatory, the moment he hit the lobby floor - but he was trying, oh-so-hard, to convince himself that what had just happened back there, hadn't actually happened at all.

Nope. Not at all.

He hadn't stayed for more than a minute and, even if he had, he certainly hadn't been so easily overtaken, nor duped. As for that other bit of nonsense, he most definitely, without a doubt, had not, for even a second, just been brutally face-fucked or...or non-consensually sucked off by...

No, Troy, that didn't fucking happen! None of it did! None of it, he continued to tell himself, no, quite literally yell at himself, as he gripped the steering-wheel before him and drove, and then drove some more, putting hundreds, if not thousands, of feet between himself and them, as quickly as he could, without causing too much of a scene.

Just fucking drive, he pushed himself, as well as the Porsche's gas pedal, until...

Are you fucking kidding me?!

Unaware that he was even being followed, the sudden flood of red and blue whirling lights in his rearview mirror completely caught him off guard, so much so, that he didn't even have the good sense to drive further up the road and park in a more visible, better illuminated spot. No, instead, he stupidly deposited himself and his car within the confines of a dimly-lit underpass that more than likely housed a homeless dreg or two.

Sighing deeply, with a roll of his eyes skyward, he threw the car into park and began to scramble for his, "License and registration," which was exactly what every officer - including the one currently standing at his unrolled window, blinding him with his beacon of a flashlight - asked for, upon pulling someone over. There was rarely any small talk, no, "How's it going? Having a nice evening out?" Nope. It was all business, and always those three little words and not much more, with the occasional 'please' being tacked on for good measure, as if to say, "I know your night is about to take a shit turn, but would you be so kind as to cooperate in full, so that I don't have to drag you from your vehicle and beat you senseless with my baton?"

"Yes, office-sir," was what Troy initially snapped back, not caring in the least if he sounded more than a little agitated, given the fact that he couldn't seem to recall doing anything illegal, not to mention the fact that he was actually struggling to unearth either document, since his elaborate attire and exotic auto didn't exactly lend themselves to doing such a mundane task with ease. "I... Fuck! Do you mind?" he then cursed and questioned, in quick succession, as he waved through the window for the officer to back up, so that he could exit the vehicle, which he automatically did without any additional warning, practically hitting the man with the door as he did!

Towering now over both the auto and officer, Troy quickly looked away and then back, so that his eyes could adjust to his new surroundings. Without the light that had been blinding him he could clearly see both his questionable surroundings and the officer who had the balls to pull him over.

“Evening, Dick,“ he practically purred, as his gloved hands fussed with his heavy, fur coat, taking the time to adjust it upon his broad shoulders, as if this had just turned into some social stop with his friendly neighborhood cop. “Nice night for a spin, no?” he added, along with one of his trademark grins, feeling the sudden urge to be utterly charming towards the man, instead of an absolute prick, as he often was when they crossed paths in the courts.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Adam enjoyed being a tease and clearly his client enjoyed it as well, up to a point. Apparently his teasing had gone on long enough though because soon enough the man got tired of just watching and decided to join in. Flinching only a little at the sudden approach, he watched more than felt as the man began to drunkenly feel him up. When he felt the hand on his nipple, his body instinctively began to react. It was as much the drugs he had taken before the man arrived as anything else.

Randy was the sort of man that enjoyed causing pain, but he also preferred it if his boys were aroused the whole time. Adam was by no means turned on by pain and so in order to avoid the man's anger he had long ago taken to swallowing a Viagra before meeting up with his client. On more than one occasion, his achingly hard state was as much torture as the actual pain the man inflicted but it always amused Randy. He had taken to calling him a pain slut, thinking he got off on the pain inflicted.

Which meant that when the man began to play with his pierced nipple, his entire body reacted. His cock stiffened, he let out a meal of pleasure and his body trembled with the need for more attention.

The sight of the cigar case and lighter were enough to cause his heart to skip a beat in fear, anxious about what was to come, but he was able to prevent an outward sign of said fear, it would just encourage the pain to start sooner.

That's when Randy ripped open his shirt. Dick wouldn't be pleased about that. He always hated having to replace Adam's clothing. Though he probably charged Randy enough money to replace the entire suit three or four times over. This, of course, exposed the leather harness underneath. But Randy wasn't satisfied yet. He proceeded to then rip open his pants and expose his large balls and swollen cock. With the way they were fed through the metal ring on the harness, it made them seem more engorged than usual and clearly Randy approved.

The man was practically salivating as he again played with Adam's nipple and then cupped his swollen balls in his hand. His cock twitched and a bead of clear liquid formed at the hard tip.

Then the pain struck. The hand gripping his balls began to tighten and Adam flinched and his body tensed as his hands balled into fists on the bed. Fuck! "Yes sir. I'm sure he's caught up to our prize already." He groaned.

At that very moment his phone chirped and he gritted his teeth as he said, "That's probably him." So he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The text was indeed from Dick but it didn't make him feel any better.

[Target acquired. Stall the customer, I'm gonna have some fun with our friend before I bring him back.]

Damn it. Dick must have seen him activate the signal blacking device and this was his idea of fair turn around. "That's him." Be admitted, shoving the phone back into his pocket. "He has eyes on the target but will need a little time to bring him in." He lied, not wanting to tell Randy that Dick decided to play with Troy first.

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It was so much more amusing to shine his light into a man's face when he gave a reaction, like Troy did. When he asked if he minded, he just chuckled and left his light where it was. Though his fun was interrupted when the man suddenly threw his door open. Luckily Dick had fast reflexes and was able to step back and avoid being hit. "Dick." He muttered ironically under his breath.

"That would be Officer Dickerson to you." He replied curtly. Though he made note of the fact that the asshole was being polite tonight (probably because he had just been pulled over and was hoping to talk his way out of a ticket) but Dick decided to be, well, a dick. Holding up a finger as though to say 'one minute' he stepped away from the man and rudely pulled out his phone. After sending a text message to Adam, he held his phone up to his ear to act like he was talking to someone.

"Good evening sir." He said and glanced over at Troy again, holding up his finger again. "Yes sir, I found him, pulled him over a couple miles up from the hotel." Although he never said a name, he was sure Troy would put two and two together. Randy had a lot of clout in this town and had more than one dirty cop working for him. Maybe, just maybe, if Troy came to believe he was one of Randy's operatives, the man would treat him more respectfully in the future. Even though Randy for his part had no idea that the man he went through to procure prostitutes was a cop. The man had too much power in town and would definitely use that information to really have Dick in his pocket.

Turning his back on Troy entirely, he pulled his knife from his sheath and casually stabbed it into the back tire of the expensive automotive. "Unfortunately Mr. Lockhart has a flat tire so I don't think he'll be attempting another escape attempt. Yes sir, understood. I'll teach him a little lesson before I bring him in."

Turning his attention back to Troy again, he tucked his phone back into his pocket and pulled his knife free from the rubber tire. "Troy Octavius Oswald Lockhart. You are under arrest for fleeing the scene of a crime. I would say you have the right to a lawyer, but Mr. Whitmore isn't nearly that generous." He said with an amused smirk. If there had been even a remote doubt about who he had been pretending to be on the phone with, it would be gone now.

Pressing his shorter 5'11" frame against the hard frame of the 6'5" man, he brought up his knife and pressed it to his Adam's apple. "My boy was working you over good until you made the mistake of running. I saw how quickly your cock got hard for your own brother. Are you a brother fucker, huh? Did you have a piece of his ass before you fucked him over in court? It doesn't matter. Mr. Whitmore specifically requested your brother because he thought it would be hot to have a threesome with a couple brothers and you've gone and ruined his night. He's probably punishing my boy for your mistake. I'll probably be down another rent boy before the night is out." He shrugged to show that he didn't really care too much about his rent boys.

"I'll make sure you make up for that. Before I take you to Mr. Whitmore I'll break you in a little, treat you as my personal whore... Maybe throw your body around to make a little extra cash..." He shrugged again and smiled before his eyes began to hungrily take in the larger man. "Before you think about resisting, you might want to consider how quickly I found you and I'm just a beat cop. Keep pissing Mr. Whitmore off and he'll destroy not just you, but your entire family and your career."

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Tempted to let the boy's balls go as he checked his chirping cell, Randy instead kept them firmly grasped within his surprisingly strong hand, squeezing and mashing them as he did. If he didn't soon hear what he wanted, he wouldn't hesitate to smash said balls into oblivion. Well, perhaps, not into oblivion, because he wanted this particular boy to still function, but close to it. He had done it before, and he would do it again, without hesitation or an ounce of regret, but, after another long moment, it appeared that that wouldn't be the case. The boy would be spared such torture.

For now.

"Brilliant," was all he initially replied, upon Angel presenting him with some promising news, as he loosened his grip, but maintained his hold, rolling the plump orbs around and around. It wasn't exactly what he had wanted to hear, but it would have to do. As long as an effort was being made to bring the boy-toy back, he would be willing to play along for a little while longer. Besides, it wasn't like he was left with nothing to keep himself entertained with. Angel was indeed a lovely specimen and, oh, how he loved to see him squirm, and hear him moan.

And make him cry out in pain.

"Don't move a muscle," he suddenly instructed as he got to his feet, crossed the room, and departed through the main door, only to return with a wicked grin on his face, a drink in one hand, and the replica of his own lengthy cock and dangling balls in the other. "Open up," he then encouraged, as he came to stand by the side of the bed, aiming the fat head of the silicone slab at Angel's mouth. "Get it good and wet, boy," he continued to command, before taking a sip from the crystal tumbler.

Oh, yes, that's it, my lovely boy, he thought, as the smooth, top shelf liquor danced across his tongue and then slid down his throat. Good, and, wet, he continued to inwardly reiterate as his eyes remained focused on the boy's talented mouth, which was consuming the thick mass, nearly from tip to base, slicking it all up, just as he had directed.

"Now, open up..." he then stated, with a subtle wave towards the boy's perky posterior, which was only partially exposed, seeing that both his torn slacks and the strap of the harness were currently covering his desired destination. "I want to watch you ride daddy's thick cock, boy, and if you do it well enough, as I expect you will, I will honor you with that double-dicking you seemed to desire so badly."

Taking a step back now, he only drew his eyes away just long enough to safely take a seat; however, once seated, within the tawdry, overstuffed chair that sat beside the bed, his lustful gaze returned, playing over the boy, his boy, as he went about working himself into place and then working himself onto the spit-slick piece, which did indeed look exactly like the fully erect version that was now fighting to be freed for real.

I suppose I could give a good show myself, Randy then thought, as he tossed the now empty tumbler to the floor and began to fumble with his formal attire, carefully unclasping and unzipping his neatly pressed slacks so that he could reveal, within the v-shaped opening, his bulging leather pouch that barely held his twitching, pre-dripping dong and somewhat saggy balls.

You...you'll take them both soon enough, my boy, but...but not as you may expect, he mentally prepared himself, knowing full well that what he was about to do could very well harm the boy beyond repair. But that's the price you pay, my dear boy, for agreeing to do business with a bugger like me.

Not appreciating the tone of Dick's reply, Troy was on the verge of playfully expressing such displeasure when he was abruptly cut short and then rudely made to wait a minute more as the officer - What the hell? - shot off a text?! Ready to now rip into the man, seeing that he apparently wanted to play games, instead of play nice, Troy found himself coming up short, yet again, as he was essentially silenced with the display of a single finger. Fuming now, the lawyer not only proceeded to remove his driving gloves, which he then tucked away inside one of his coat's deep pockets, but he made a move to close the gap between them, so that he could once again tower over him in an intimidating manner, bare fisted and all, but, just as his words had been cancelled, so was this simple gesture, as he stopped himself short and began to listen to the abrasive officer speak.

Found him? Why on earth was anyone even looking for him, let alone this particular prick? And what exactly had he done to warrant such...

Suddenly crying out in distress as he was forced to stand there and watch this asshole deliberately and needlessly pierce one of the Porsche's costly, imported tires, Troy almost, just almost, missed the monster saying the bits about teaching him a lesson before bringing him in. The sudden flood of rage that washed over him was not only causing his face to flush hot, but it was already causing his pulse to pound hard within both of his ears, hence the near miss. But no, no, he had actually managed to hear both statements, along with the threat that came quickly thereafter!

Under arrest? For what?! What the hell sort of crime had he committed? Abandonment of his client who was on the verge of breaking the law himself? If anything, he was the one who should've been pressing charges for the way that he had been treated! This was a bunch of bullshit and...

Wait? What the fuck? Whitmore is behind this? he suddenly caught on as his mind finally registered what else the officer was spewing at him as he approached, brandishing his knife as if he had the intent of piercing more than just Troy's tires!

NO!

Letting slip a second sound of distress as the leather-clad pig not only quickly invaded his personal space but swiftly proceeded to connect the cold steel of his blade to the warm flesh of Troy's thick neck, just above his newly tied bow and stiff arrow collar, the larger of the two men felt his bowels churn with fear, actual adrenaline-pumping fear, as additional details were disclosed and his very life was threatened!

Initially finding it all hard to believe - or even follow, for that matter - the full extent of the web Troy had somehow gotten himself tangled up in suddenly became crystal clear, and none of it sounded good for him - or for his brother, truth be told - especially the part about him having to pay a price on his sibling's behalf if his client went ahead and ruined the boy beyond repair. Not that it truly seemed to matter much to this monster if the kid made it or not, but for the sake of this particular scenario - that the pig appeared to be enjoying a bit too much - it sounded like the perfect motive for making Troy pay, and pay dearly. There was also the minor detail about pissing off one of Chicago's most influential men, who - just as he had feared earlier on in the evening - could and most certainly would make his life a living hell.

"Fuck," he managed to mutter, without drawing a drop of blood. "I...I can give you access to my bank account," he was about to foolishly offer - figuring that financial freedom was way more important to this man than humiliating the likes of him - just as two shadows came to life, a few feet away from where they were standing, cutting his words short as they did.

Not turning to actually see who they were, for fear of having his throat slit open, Troy could clearly hear them as they shuffled closer, muttering between themselves as they did. From what he could tell - and fucking smell! - the two were a pair of filthy street urchins, more than likely just looking for a free handout, that is, until a much better opportunity presented itself, one that probably felt just about right to a pair of delinquents looking to cause some serious trouble!

"Hey, look, isn't that our old boss, Officer Dick-your-son," the one mocked, before chuckling at his own stupid joke.

"Evenin', sir," the other was quick to jump in before punching his partner in crime for being so openly disrespectful to the man who once held their leashes. "You, uh, need a hand here, sir?" he then offered, as he stepped even closer, eyeing Troy up and down, before having the nerve to reach out and greedily pet the arm of his sumptuous fur, like he was petting a random stray in the nearby alleyway.

"It looks like there's enough of him to go around," he then whispered, with his freshly licked lips, before his entire unwashed face took on a malevolent appearance.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

With an iron strong grip on his balls, Adam didn't want to say anything to displease Randy and he feared that admitting there would be a delay before Troy was brought back would anger the man. Thankfully, however, the man seemed pleased enough with the answer that after a minute he finally let go and Adam was finally able to let out a relieved breath, his body relaxing. After all the manhandling, his balls felt tender but there wasn't really much he could do about it. If he reached down to rub them, Randy would probably resume the 'lesson'.

Though as he watched the man leave the room, he couldn't resist the urge to reach down and tenderly rub at his swollen nuts. He knew he didn't have long so he just rubbed them tenderly for a few seconds. Thankfully he pulled his hand away before the man reemerged with the drink and dildo in his hands. Glancing up at him, he smiled, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

This could be his chance. He could pretend to choke on the massive dong. Crawling closer with the eager look on his face that Randy seemed to appreciate, he took the head of the cock into is mouth and began to suck. Despite the thought lingering in the back of his head that he was going to pretend to choke, his years of training took over and he pressed himself further and further onto the cock. He relaxed his throat and swallowed the phallus down into his throat, causing his mouth to salivate and drool. He was nearly to the balls when he had to pull back for a breath, lest he actually choke on the damn thing. Before he could swallow it down again, however, Randy decided it was slick enough to pull away.

Letting out a couple breaths, he watched Randy with his bright blue eyes full of mischief. The man backed up, giving Adam the space to do as he was ordered. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he kicked off his shoes then removed his torn pants. He lay on his back on the bed but lifted his behind up off the bed as one hand moved the strap of his harness aside and the other brought the large replica to his tight hole. Taking a deep breath, be began to press it into himself. He had trained himself well enough that his sphincter soon began to greedily suck up the silicon.

Even so, it was such a massive cock that Adam always had difficulty opening up enough to take it in, especially without any actual lube and without being stretched out first. "Oh sir..." He moaned as he pressed it in deeper, watching Randy as one hand continued to work the cock into himself and the other hand began to play with his nipples. "I love how big you are sir... I love feeling you stretch me so full. Oh yes..." He moaned, arching his back and wiggling his hips.

Soon enough he managed to get the full length inside of himself. Instead of starting to work it in and out like Randy wanted, however, he pressed it in just a little further then managed to pull the leather strap of his harness back over the end of it, securing it in place. Shifting and moving while being so full was uncomfortable yet strangely arousing. He slid off the bed and crawled over to the chair in front of his client, turning around so that his ass was in the air, all his tender bits dangling and on display for the man.

Leaving his legs spread wide, ass in the air, Adam pressed his chest against the floor and reached back between his legs and moved the strap out of the way again in order to begin working the hard cock in and out of himself, within arms reach of his client so the man could reach out and take over if he wanted.



Having someone approach while he was trying to manipulate Troy was not what Dick wanted. He needed to get the man alone, so that he could do what he pleased with him. Throwing in having to predict the random actions of strangers in order to take appropriate counter measures was definitely not on the agenda. He was about to snap at the newcomers to mind their own fucking business and kindly fuck the hell off, when he realized he knew that voice.

The joke Jordan made was one Dick had heard many times, the first time being in middle school. That boy never walked right after Dick was done with him.

Tensing only a little, he turned to look at the newcomers. "Jordan, Jessie." He greeted, looking over the tattooed men. It was a bristling cold night but he could still see plenty of inked skin on these men.

They were twins and most people had trouble telling them apart. They did look alike and all. But Dick had seen them both naked, he knew them inside and out (literally) and had learned to tell them apart. "Hello boys." He went on, pulling his knife away from Troy's neck as he turned his attention to the newcomers. "My friend here was a guest of one my clients. He foolishly ran away. You boys know better than most how I feel about runaways."

At his words, he watched both men. Jordan puffed up his chest, glaring at him while Jessie bowed his head and shifted uncomfortably. "Sir, I would-" Jessie began but Dick held up a hand.

"I was already planning on teaching my friend here a lesson. You two can help me. He's a bit of a handful and has already run once so an extra couple pairs of hands would be welcome."

This time Jessie looked up with hunger in his eyes and looked over the well-dressed man against the expensive car. His pawing hands returned to roaming the fur-clad body until his brother suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Wait a minute. We're not gonna so this for free. We're out on our own now and don't just give our services away." Jordan said and Dick could tell he was still sour about the fact that Dick tossed them to the curb.

"You boys chose to leave, you can't still be mad at me for not taking you back. But I am a business man, I can understand the need to be compensated for your time..." He thought about it and then his free left hand began to feel up their 'guest'. His hand slipped into the man's front right pocket and fished out his money clip. Without even pausing to count it, he tossed it at Jordan.

Jordan caught the money clip and examined not just the clip itself - which he was sure he could find a buyer for - but the money inside. He thumbed through the cash and grinned. "It's a start."

"That's your down payment. When we're done I'll let you keep his rings." Dick said casually, acting as though it were set in stone, like Troy had no say in giving away his possessions.

Stepping forward, Jordan grabbed Troy's arm, lifting it up to look at the ring on his left hand, then dropped his hand and grabbed the other to look at the ring there. Though his eyes lit up, it wasn't because of the rings. "I want his watch." He said boldly.

Better you than me. Dick thought as he fixated on the Rolex. The thing was so unique to Troy that it would be difficult to fence. Even if he could manage to line up a buyer, there was a chance it could trace back to him. He wanted nothing to do with the thing. Even so, he hesitated and frowned. "I don't know, that's a pretty expensive watch. I could call in a half dozen of my own boys for the price that would fetch..."

His stall was enough to get Jordan salivating. Despite the fact that he had an intense hatred for Dick, Jordan still enjoyed his work. "You get Jessie and me until morning. Anything you want." He offered, as though the only thing preventing Dick from giving him the watch was a negotiation.

Sighing, Dick scratched his chin but then nodded. "Alright, but that means neither of you can balk at anything I ask you to do. Anything." He said and Jordan looked at his twin. The two men stared at each other as though having a secret conversation with only their eyes before Jordan held out his hand. Dick took the offered hand, smiling as he shook it. "Welcome to the team. Now, help me rid our guest of a few of these excess layers."

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Randy was enjoying the show immensely, almost to the point that he was beginning to second guess himself with what he had planned to do to his boy next.

He was thoroughly enjoying the delicious sight of the youth's smooth pucker, expanding and contracting with ease, as he repeatedly worked the replica in and then drew it all the way out, only to swiftly stuff it back in as far as he could go. However, in a rather unexpected move, which only a professional like he could naturally pull off without a hitch - or even a pain-filled whimper - his perky ass proceeded to gobble up the entire mass, tip to base, balls to the wall!

"Bloody hell, that's fucking brilliant."

Loving the look of his faux cock being fully consumed and then neatly held in place, along with the arousing look the boy was wearing upon his angelic face, Randy proceeded to tug at the shiny snaps that ran along both sides of his now exposed leather pouch until every last one was undone. As he did this, as he tugged and yanked and pulled them apart, his God-given cock and balls began to emerge. With it already twitching to get out, the pre-slick shaft sprang forth the moment the detachable portion of his own leather gear was worked free. Another second more, and his generous balls would follow suit, spilling out, one at a time, until both slapped the surface of the chair he still lounging upon.

"Aaaaahhhhhh."

Emitting a long, almost overly dramatic sigh, Randy made certain to give Angel a moment to mentally prepare himself before making his next move. Reaching down, so that he could firmly grasp the end of the dildo, he proceeded to work the slick length back out, inch by girthy inch, until he heard that lovely, wet popping sound of the plump head being released from the boy's ridiculously tight pucker.

This small, sex-charged sound was music to his drunken ears.

Rising up from his seat, with his engorged manhood now freely swinging between his still suited thighs - seeing that his suspenders were doing an excellent job at keeping his trousers in place around his waist - Randy moved around to stand before his still prostrated boy. Bending down, ever so slightly, so that he could lace his fingers through the boy's already tousled hair, he gently lifted his head up, along with, quite naturally, his upper torso, so that he could more easily return the head of the now juicy dildo to his heart-shaped mouth. Pressing it against the slit, he proceeded to work it back inside the moist chamber beyond until it started to take a turn down his typically hungry throat.

"That's it, boy, take daddy's cock," the man encouraged once more, as he held Angel's head in place with one hand and slowly worked the dense dick deeper down his throat with the other. "Open yourself up, boy, as much as you can," he continued, before withdrawing his fingers from the boy's fine head of hair. "Open yourself up," he then repeated, a bit more firmly, as his now free hand reached for his equally fleshy, bobbing shaft of genuine man-meat.

"Do it for daddy, boy! Open your FUCKING filthy, WHORE mouth and take BOTH!" he practically shouted, as he thrust his hips forward and then rammed the fat head of his pre-oozing cock against the slim opening that existed in the corner of the kid's mouth! "TAKE IT...LIKE THE PROFESSIONAL...COCKSUCKER...THAT YOU ARE!" he then growled, in a halting voice, as he repeatedly slammed into the side of his mouth, until it finally, fucking finally, gave way, allowing both bulbous heads to exist inside, which was slowly, ever so slowly, and painfully, joined by inches of twitching dick, as the now fully enraged man relentlessly pressed on, and in.

"Do it, boy, just like you will when Troy returns," his voice went low now, taking on an ominous tone, as he double-dicked the whore's gaping, spittle-spilling mouth, ignoring any signs of trouble he may have been experiencing or expressing until, well, it was too late.

What were the odds, the literal fucking odds, that Dick would just happen to know these two punks, who just happened to be camping out in this particular part of a major, metropolitan city, that housed close to three million people, on a random Friday night?

This isn't...just a mere...coincidence, Troy slowly managed to deduce, as the officer stepped away, thankfully taking the razor-sharp blade with him. Somehow, just somehow, this seemingly unexpected stop was actually premediated, the lawyer in him decided. Either that, or this prick's little side hustle isn't exactly little at all, he then determined, as an alternate explanation. Either way, Troy, you're outnumbered and outmuscled, and royally fucked if you stick around for a second more!

Not really paying much attention to the words that were being exchanged between the three evenly matched men, Troy found himself fiercely more focused on making a break for it, that is, until a pair of unwashed paws began to grope at him!

What the...?!

Quickly flipping between this sudden urge to defend himself and this weird wave of relief that instantly washed the first, now fleeting, feeling away - just as those same grubby hands were swiftly jerked aside by an unyielding yank on one of the asshole's arms - the anxious man still found himself initially holding his breath and maintaining a stiff stance, even as the three men shifted their focus from him to...

Negotiating terms and conditions? Really? Is this really happening?

At a loss for words, actually, at a loss for being able to fully wrap his head around this ridiculous conversation, Troy suddenly found himself flinching, yet again, as knife-wielding Dick took a step back and proceeded to lay his own grubby, glove-encased hands upon his body, digging around like he was searching for buried treasure!

"Really?" was all he could grunt, as the crooked cop rudely stuffed his hand inside his front, pants pocket and removed his overstuffed money clip, that not only contained an impressive collection of crisp, one-hundred-dollar bills, but his license and his invitation-only, black Amex card that had absolutely no charge limit.

S-s-seriously? his mind then sputtered as he watched the wad fly through the cold, night air, only to be greedily snatched up by one of the whores-for-hire. That is what they are...or were? Or still are, for the right price? his mind whirled, before coming to a screeching halt as more of his personal belongings were casually doled out, like they were just a bunch of trinkets found on the side of the road, instead of still firmly in place upon his now infuriated form!

"The fuck you will," he growled at the officer's offer of his rings, one of which was a monogrammed, family heirloom, that couldn't be easily repla... "Hey!" he then barked, loud enough for his deep voice to boom within the confines of the underpass, as each of his bulky arms were jerked about so that one of the urchin's - Jordan was it? - could get a better look at the goods that were being so generously offered on his behalf, without his permission. "Fuck off!" he then snarled, and pulled his arm away, as his one-of-a-kind, emerald-faced, gold and diamond Rolex got added to the trade.

Furious now, Troy just stood there, rather stupidly, and fumed, losing all of his focus on getting himself the hell out of this situation in one piece. The anger, no, rage that was bubbling up was so all-consuming that he just couldn't find it in himself to remain calm, cool or collected, which unnerved him even further, since he was often exactly those three things when arguments turned heated in court.

This...this was different.

This was far more personal, more intrusive, and apparently it was far from being over, as Dick directed the two punks to help him dress Troy down, right here, on the side of the road!

"Don't you fucking lay another filthy finger on me," he growled to the nearest twin, who responded with a look of mock surprise, before twisting his lips into a vicious grin, only to then reply, "You hear that, Jess? This fancy-assed faggot doesn't want us touching him with our 'filthy fingers.'"

"Well, pretty boy, how about I use my mouth instead?" the other twin spat, before, quite literally, discharging the thickest wad of cold-inducing phlegm he could muster from his own twisted mouth, making sure that it splattered, quite liberally, across one of the plush lapels of Troy's sumptuous coat.

"HA!" the other laughed out loud, as he hastily stomped one of his thick-soled Dr. Martens into a nearby scum-encrusted puddle, spraying the grimy contents all along the side of the full-length fur. "Whose the dirty little fuckwad now? Huh, princess?" he mocked, as he continued to stomp and spray, aiming now for Troy's velvet covered dress boots.

"Come on, Dick! You're missing out on all the fun! Why we gonna race to strip him down, when we can sully this cockslut up?!"

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Adam sensed movement behind him and turned to watch as the intoxicated man walked over and took control of his mock cock. Releasing his own hold on the silicon, he watched and felt as the creation was pulled from his ass, hearing the slick popping noise as the head was released. Feeling suddenly very empty, his blue eyes followed the man as he walked around in front of him.

Responding easily, he propped himself up onto all fours and as the now foul smelling dildo was brought to his mouth, he parted his lips to allow it entry. He hated sucking a cock or dildo after it had been in his - or anyone else's for that matter - ass, but it was something his clients seemed to be done of so he had long ago hardened his stomach against the nauseating idea of eating ass.

His throat easily took the mock cock again, his esophagus wasn't nearly as tight as his ass so it was easier to loosen himself up to accommodate the girth, so why did Randy keep telling him to open up?

Then he understood.

His eyes grew wide as he saw the dripping cock coming at his already filled mouth. He tried to shake his head to protest, something he hadn't done with any clients in a long time. He had given up control of his body and generally took all his abuse in stride, but this? It was too much even for his well trained throat!

The cock shoved passed his protests and into his mouth before clogging his breathing tube. Instantly his throat convulsed as he gagged at the newest intrusion, something else that hadn't happened in years!

Fuck! At this rate he wouldn't have to pretend, he would genuinely suffocate on the combination of real and faux cock!

That's it. His way out. Closing his eyes, he took his mind somewhere else. It was a meditation technique he had taught himself long ago to deal with his shit life. With his mind elsewhere, it was easy to relax the muscles of his throat, allowing the overeager Randy to thrust in further.

Then Adam breathed in what little air he could through his nose. With his throat blocked, not much air could get in, he would just have to pray it was enough. He held the breath in his lungs, even as his lungs began to burn and beg for mercy, he did not exhale.

His body began to spasm and he tried to pull away from Randy as his body instinctively fought for air but his grip on his hair was too strong and his body flailed uselessly. His arms began to quiver and the edges of his vision started to go white.

Despite the fact that he was truly on the verge of suffocation, Adam was able to keep his mind calm even as his body panicked and tried to break free from the intrusion. His limbs were starting to tingle from lack of oxygen rich blood. His heart began to slow. His cock was hard as a fucking diamond!

Then his body went limp. His limbs that had been supporting his torso became wet noodles and he collapsed to the floor, sliding off Randy's now slick cock but taking the faux version with him in his fall. His breathing tube cleared a little and he was able to suck in another lung full of air before falling deadly limp.

Though his pulse was still going, it was extremely slow and he continued to hold his breath, ignoring the burning of his lungs as they screamed for air. A trained professional would be able to detect the faint signs of life but to the intoxicated man towering over him, Adam was as good as dead.



Dick crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Troy respond so rudely to the men that were just trying to help. "You're right, Jessie. He doesn't deserve the decency of a quick dress down." The officer said with clear contempt in his voice, making it sound like a dress down would have been an improvement of whatever they were about to do to Troy.

"Keep him busy, I'll be right back." Dick said with a smirk and turned to walk away.

While the uniformed officer was gone, Jessie and Jordan kept Troy pinned between them, continuing to soil the expensive fur. "I've got an idea!" Jessie suddenly said with a manic grin on his face. "Hold his arms for me, would you?"

Jordan didn't know what his twin was planning but anytime he got that look on his face, it meant something exciting so without hesitation, he pressed his muscled body up behind the well-dressed pansy and wrapped his own arms around the man's upper arms, dragging both limbs back behind his back before he had time to protest or stop him. "Have at him bro."

With Troy's arms stuck behind him, Jessie undid the button and zipper of his pants and pulled out his cock, which was semi-hard and uncut. With the twins living on the street for months now he didn't exactly have the best hygiene habits. He peeled back his foreskin to reveal a large glob of smegma built up on and around the head of his cock. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched Troy's face, stepping forward and brandishing his tool as a weapon.

Smearing the secretions of his cock along the fur, he wrapped a hand around the expensive coat, burying the head of his cock in the racoon fur. "Damn this fur is soft." He groaned, dragging his handful of coat up and down his length now, getting more turned on than originally intended. Eventually he remembered his initial plan and his hand released the coat, instead feeling over and around the fur until he found the deep pocket and his hand slid right in.

Pressing uncomfortably close so that Troy could take in the scent of his street cologne (which held a strong underlying smell of urine). His hand found the pocket empty so he decided to sill it. His still exposed cock slid easily into the silk envelope and he thrust in and out a few times, effectively humping the well-dressed man's coat. Not ready to actually ejaculate on the man - not yet at least - he did the next best thing. He released his bladder, allowing his hot urine to run down the inside of the coat thanks to him penetrating the inner sanctum through the silk pocket.

All the while he was doing this, Jordan was hooting and hollering encouragements to his brother, pressing his own erection into Troy's back as he held his arms firmly in place.

By the time Dick returned with Buster both twins were having the time of their lives, laughing and making fun of Troy's expressions. "You two look like you're having fun." He commented and when the twins turned to see that a large German Sheppard was heeling next to Dick, Jessie immediately stopped what he was doing and stumbled backwards.

"The fuck you playing at?" Jessie asked, falling against the expensive Porsche.

Dick just rolled his eyes, knowing the younger of the twins was afraid of dogs but not really caring right now. "Buster was feeling lonely, all cooped up in the car. I thought he could join in on our fun. Don't worry, he's well trained."

"Well trained or not, keep that thing away from me." Was all Jessie could say, stumbling away.

Crouching down, Dick wrapped an arm around the dog and reached for the clasp connecting the leash. "Oy, you leave him alone." Jordan said, suddenly letting go of Troy to step around to the other side, trying to protect his brother instead.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Randy Andy was truly in his element, as he repeatedly and, more importantly, brutally face-fucked the boy, his boy, until he was making that delightfully erotic gagging sound, the one that was just a few more thrusts away from sounding absolutely ideal - the exact way the sadistic bastard wanted it to sound - which was ever-so-needy and oh-so-fucking-desperate!

He wanted to hear Angel gagging and groaning, as he sputtered and spewed spit out of the sides of his mouth, from around Randy's throbbing cock. No. Wait. Throbbing cocks! "YES!" And he also wanted to see him plead, no, beg, literally beg, with those brilliant blue eyes of his, before they rolled up into the back of his half-witted head. Because the whore certainly wasn't going to be able to say a goddamn word, not with these thick sticks assaulting his lips, tongue, and throat! "YES!" But what he wanted to hear the most, wanted to see the most, was...

The color drain from his flushed cheeks and...and his moistened lips?

No.

Th-that...that wasn't quite right.

Was it?

No. No it wasn't.

Neither was the way his body was now shaking, no, convulsing, almost uncontrollably. W-why...why was he doing that and...and what was wrong with his fucking throat? Why did it feel like he was actually gagging? Wasn't he a fucking pro at this? Shouldn't he be able to take at least this much? He was always bragging about how much he could take! Well why the fuck couldn't he take this? Why the hell was he...

"NO!"

Bellowing as the boy's arms suddenly gave out and he proceeded to swiftly slump to the floor, sagging like some child's ragdoll toy, but with a silicon slab sticking out of its mouth, Randy initially found himself stunned into stillness and silence. He couldn't move, nor could he speak. All he could do was stand over the now inert body and repeatedly breathe deeply, refilling his lungs with fresh air, as his pulse quickened some more and his mind struggled, fucking struggled, to come to terms with what had just happened here, in this hotel room, to him, Randolph Anderson Whitmore the Fourth.

Not to Angel, oh no, but to him.

Staggering back a good foot or four, because his legs had finally unfroze themselves only to turn into jelly, Randolph didn't think twice about finally ripping his terror-filled eyes away from the now unmoving mess, just so that he could safely sit himself down upon the edge of the nearby bed - not the chair he had just been lounging in, but the oversized bed - that seemed like an oasis in this sudden, sickening storm, mostly because it was further away from...

That.

Sliding his now trembling hand inside his velvet jacket, he let slip the deepest of sighs as he withdrew his wallet instead of his whiskey-filled flask, which was still neatly tucked away inside of his overcoat in the other room. Wondering how much effort it would take to retrieve said flask, as he tucked his wallet away, he pondered a more sensible venture back to the well-stocked bar he had been enjoying earlier in the evening; however, instead of making that move or any move at all for that matter, Randolph simply...

Passed out.

Troy Lockhart was truly out of his element, as he found himself essentially pinned between two of the most intimidating looking - as well as filthiest and smelliest - street urchins he had ever had the displeasure of meeting, up close and personal, in an unsavory part of town, nonetheless, with, rather ironically, a boy in blue standing just a few feet away, a look of utter nonchalance plastered upon his typically disparaging face as he just stood there and did nothing.

Well, at least as far as Troy was concerned, he wasn't going to lift a finger.

It was growing more obvious by the minute that the lawyer had somehow managed to place himself in the absolutely wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong man holding most, if not all of the cards to boot. While the courtroom was Troy's domain, his stage to lord over, the city streets were all Dick's. This was his turf and, it seemed, he had his own set of rules that he played by. To make matters worse, it appeared that he was also more of an opportunist - Shocker! - than a law-abiding officer. Clearly, he wasn't against taking full advantage of a situation when it presented itself, as well as when they presented themselves.

Letting the two thugs essentially have their way with him, Troy's outrage only grew as they mockingly disregarded his threat, only to, quite literally, fling their filth at him like two wild animals!

"What the hell?!"

As one spit at him, the other assaulted him with the scum directly from the street, kicking it up in an almost gleeful manner. Recoiling in disgust, first one way and then the other, in an attempt to avoid both - which he failed miserably, as his dress boots merely skidded across the slick asphalt, instead of giving him an ounce of traction - it actually came as no surprise to Troy that Dick just casually walked off, instead of telling these nasty fucks to behave themselves. He really didn't seem to care about what was happening to him, within the dim confines of this dirty underpass, where just about anyone could drive by and see, first-hand, what was happening.

That's the point, Troy. He's showing you the full extent of his reach, showing you his full power over not only the situation and these idiots, but you, was where his mind went, as the two hoodlums closed in on him.

"Fuck! NO! Let go!" he then found himself shouting, as the one quickly took him from behind, pressing in nice and close, easily pinning his bulky arms behind his broad back as he did. "I said, LET GO!" he continued to shout and now buck, as...as...

Jesus. What the hell is he doing?

Initially concerned with the one who was manhandling him, Troy's attention snapped forward as he caught sight of the guy's twin who was not only undoing his jeans, but then tugging out his uncut cock! Twisting his handsome features into this mixture of confusion and disgust, Troy practically did a double-take as he was forced to look at this unwashed prick, which he seemed almost proud of.

"Get that thing...the fuck...away from me," he growled, as the grinning guy slowly approached, taunting and teasing him as he did, just as the one holding him leaned in and licked his lobe, before muttering, "This ain't gonna be pretty, princess, but you already know that, don't ya?"

And the scary part was, Troy did.

He knew, he just knew, without a doubt, that things were about to get a hell of a lot worse, as the sick bastard continued to sully his extravagant fur with his filthy fuck-stick. But as smearing segued into stroking, both motions were soon swept aside as he slid his full repulsive self in close and his now fully erect cock in even closer!

What the...?

Feeling the fuck fishing around inside one of his thankfully empty outer pockets, the lawyer actually let slip a series of deep-throated grunts as the fucker began to dry hump him, thrusting his cock in and out of the slit that he had now slid his dick into; however, those grunts would be nothing compared to the groan, the long, guttural groan, that would echo in the night, as the monster paused, repositioned himself, and...

PISSED!

Feeling the nauseating warmth long before the putrid scent could assault his sense of smell in full - which it inevitably would - Troy's face flipped through several emotions before resting on something that looked a lot like hysteria. So enraged, and distraught, and disgusted by what was happening to him and, more specifically, his vintage, one-of-a-kind coat, that cost him a cool twenty-five thousand, he truly felt as if he could come completely undone at any moment.

This night, this undulating shitshow, was really testing Troy's limits, limits that had been brutally beaten, back at the hotel - by his own damn brother! - and limits that were now being selfishly soiled, more than likely, beyond repair.

"I...the fuck...I...I can't...," was all the gibberish he was able to get out, as he now smelled the strong scent of ammonia, and imagined the damage that was being done as the insidious liquid soaked through the heavy satin lining, and...and he heard the pisser moan with satisfaction on his one side, as his brother continued to lick and nibble on Troy's ear on the other, whispering, "Mark my words, boytoy, we're gonna fuck you up real good," before shouting, "Yeah, bro! Fuckin' soak this tuxed-up slut down!" However, as horrible as this all felt, and smelled, and sounded, the sudden return of Dick brought with him a renewed sense of alarm, as the callous cop introduced them all to...

No. I...I can't do this anymore, Troy now inwardly insisted, as the brothers suddenly scattered, like roaches, upon seeing the four-legged mutt sitting by Dick's side. I have to get the fuck out of here, his mind cried, as he did just that!

RUN!

Free from being the center of attention - at least for the moment - and free from being held against his will, Troy desperately looked to the streets beyond the underpass and began to bolt for the nearest stretch, the second he felt he safely could! If he could get away, even just long enough to catch the attention of someone, anyone, he would have a much greater chance of surviving this nightmare in one piece. But if he stayed, if he remained right where he was, he probably wouldn't see the light of day for weeks, if ever again, since he could easily see all three of these men beating him within an inch of his life.

Fucking run, Troy, and don't look back! he shouted at himself, as he beat feet within his imported boots. Don't look back, he repeated, trying his best to ignore what was coming for him, because, quite naturally...

Someone or something was definitely coming for him!

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Somewhere in his weakened consciousness, Adam heard a shout and he wanted to react, wanted to look around and see where the noise was coming from. He did not.

He could feel his control of reality, or consciousness, slipping by the second. Finally he knew he needed oxygen or he would pass out, or worse. So he sucked in a deep breath and immediately began to gag and cough as the faux cock was still lodged deep inside his throat. Sliding the phallus out, he lay there gasping and coughing, swallowing in much needed air.

The cat was out of the bag now.

Randy would know he wasn't truly dead. He'd hopefully think that his boytoy had passed out and not been trying to pull one over on him or he would be punished severely.

It took a moment for his oxygen deprived brain to realize that Randy hadn't returned to stand over him or exclaimed or anything. In fact he couldn't even hear the man at all.

With a concerted effort he dragged himself up onto shaky legs and looked around. He was genuinely surprised to find his tormentor passed out on the bed. He blinked a few times, trying to process what he was seeing. The man was definitely unconscious.

Had Adam passed out after all? Maybe Randy hadn't realized he was 'dead' and continued the party until he fell asleep? Shaking his head again, he tried to make sense of it. Surely a man like Randolph Anderson Whitmore the Fourth didn't pass out due to the stress associated with accidentally choking a prostitute, did he?

Rubbing at the front of his neck, trying to soothe the ache of his throat from suffocating on a pair of cocks. He stood there just staring as slowly the gears in his brain began to grind into place. This was his perfect opportunity.

Not knowing how long he would have before the influential man woke, Adam concentrated on dragging him closer to the center of the bed without removing his clothing. His hands slipped between the bed and boxframe and pulled out the restraints he himself had attached earlier in the evening. With a practiced hand, he carefully and expertly secured Randy in an X shape across the bed. He knew from personal experience that the man would not get out of these restraints without help.

Leaving the room, he went to find his expensive coat and then smirked before sliding it onto his own petite frame. He felt like a kid playing dress up with their parents clothes. The damn thing was huge on him!

Not caring that he probably looked ridiculous wearing the alligator trench coat that hung off his shoulders like that loose layer of skin a man gets when he loses too much weight too quickly, he returned to the bedroom and decided to help himself to some of Randy's other possessions.

Adam had never smoked a cigar before but he had seen his clients smoke them enough times that he thought it was simple. Nope. First drag in had him coughing like a tuberculosis patient. Not bothering to extinguish the expensive nicotine stick, he placed it across a glass on the bedside table, allowing the thing to smolder while he sat in a plush chair, feet up on the bed, playing with Randy's phone (which he had unlocked with the man's hand) and sucking on one of the suckers Dick had given him. Bubblegum flavor, his favorite!

---

When Troy took off, Dick unclicked the clasp on the leash and pointed after him. "Fetch." He said and the dog immediately took off running. For a moment Dick watched his canine partner chase down his victim and wondered if he should have put on the dog's bullet-proof vest. No, Troy wasn't the kind of guy to use a gun. At least Dick didn't think he was. If he had a side arm surely he would have pulled it already?

Four legged animals are, by nature, faster than humans. It was difficult for a human to outrun a dog but a trained police dog was nearly impossibly to outrun. Many of Dick's suspects had tried but typically the only way they got away was by scaling a fence. There were no fences the way Troy had run.

Soon enough the large dog latched onto the racoon fur on Troy's arm and began to savagely rip at it, shaking his head, growling and trying to drag the man back the way they had come. After a few hard tugs, the sleeve of the expensive fur ripped clean off and the dog tossed his head back and forth with his prize before realizing his prey was on the move again. Dropping the shredded sleeve, he pursued Troy further up the street, this time going for an ankle.

"The larger they all, the harder they fall." Dick said, wincing a little as Troy's body crashed into the pavement and skidded across it.

As the large man rolled over and tried to kick at the attacking dog, Dick pulled his gun and loosed a single shot, the bullet impacting the hard ground beside Troy and causing him to still. Then Buster was on top of him, his heavy weight on Troy's chest as he bared his long fangs at the man.

Casually walking over, Dick looked down at the man as he tucked his gun away. "You tried to hurt my dog." He said in a low voice as he pulled his knife back out. Crouching down, he pressed the tip of his blade against the man's crotch. "You're lucky you didn't hurt him. I'm still going to punish you for trying though."

"That. That is exactly why I want nothing to do with that beast." Jessie said, pointing nearby as the large dog easily took down the burly man in the fur coat. Shaking hid head, he looked around and noticed the driver's door of the Porsche was still open. Sliding into the driver's seat he then noticed that the key was still in the ignition. Fucker must have thought the pull over and subsequent interaction with the cop would take long. Probably thought he would schmooze his way out of a ticket and be on his way. "This is a nice car."

Jordan set a hand on the roof of the car and leaned down to look into it and at his brother. "Yeah it is." He commented casually, his eyes moving along the leather upholstery. "How much you think we could get for the seats?"

His twin was busy running his hands over the steering wheel. But at his brother's words, Jessie suddenly smiled. "Why start with the seats? Those rims would fetch a damn pretty penny."

Both twins had their areas of expertise and cars was one of Jessie's. He reached down and gripped the handle to pop the hood before sliding back out and walking around to the front of the beast of a car and opened the hood, propping it open with the built in lever. He let out a low whistle. "Ain't she a beauty?" He ran a finger over his lips as his eyes lit up. Already his mind was adding up how much be could get for the parts.

"Hey, Jess. One of the tires is slashed." Jordan called and Jessie walked around to sand beside his brother, leaning down to look at it.

"Side wall too. Damn. Can't patch that. And they're imports. Having a full set of four would be better but we can still sell the other three. I'm sure Benny could find a buyer. Sell them as a pair with a spare." Jessie returned to the driver's seat and this time popped the trunk. Opening the trunk he rummaged through it until he found the standard hidden compartment with the jack and tire iron. Though from the looks of the owner he had probably never even opened this compartment, let alone used either device. "You call Benny, see if he can send a few boys out here to help up chop this beauty up. I'll start getting the tires off."

That said, Jessie got the jack positioned perfectly under the car so that when he jacked it up, the entire car lifted up off the pavement. Then he returned to the front and started to undo the bolts holding the tire to the metal frame.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Dark chocolate cocoa with...with just the hint of...of...a roasted java bean, and a touch of cream...no...café au lait! Ah. Yes. What a delightful blend indeed. And all wrapped up in the finest of Connecticut broadleaf, Randolph mused, mostly to himself, as he lounged on his veranda in Saint-Tropez, in the French Rivera, with a lit cigar in one hand and an aged whiskey in the other.

"What's that, my dear?" he then questioned, still keeping his eyes lidded, but tilting his head in the general direction of his...? His wife. Yes! Of course. Of course she would be here with him. Who else would it be? However, as he started to part his lids, started to adjust his eyes to the sundrenched world that surrounded them both, he came to realize that the figure sitting at the end of the lounge wasn't his wife. Bloody hell, it wasn't even a woman! No. It...it was a young, sweet-smelling boy - which was certainly an unexpected, but thoroughly enticing thing to see - yet, the look on his vaguely familiar face was an unfavorable one. No. Wait. An unforgivable one? Was that the look he was giving Randolph, as the confused man now made a move to sit up, to better see, only to find himself unable to!

"What's the meaning of this?!" he then blurted at the boy, who just continued to sit and smirk at him, occasionally casting his gaze at a diamond-encrusted phone that looked a lot like his own. "I asked you a question, boy!" he then snarled, and spat, as he jerked his body forward, yet again, only to find himself...fucking restrained?!

Initially, none of this made any sense to the intoxicated man, but the longer the peculiar situation went on, the more sober he became, until finally, yes, finally, he was able to understand that he wasn't anywhere near Saint-Tropez, and he certainly wasn't lounging, nor was he enjoying an afternoon respite with his wife of twenty plus years.

No, instead, he was bound to a bed, in a cheap hotel, with the very whore who had lured him here with the promise of 'a good time.'

"You're going to wish I had actually killed you, boy," he finally stated, rather evenly, in a voice that held no joy, no sign of the playfulness from earlier, as he cast his steely gaze directly at Angel. "If I were you, which, thankfully, I'm not - and never will be - I would wipe that look from your face and get to work on untying me. Otherwise, you won't live to see another year, let alone another day, once I'm finished with you."

"Did I cock whip the common sense right out of you, or have you suddenly gone deaf and entirely dumb?" he then questioned, almost too calmly, as the whore made no move to do as he was told.

"This...this is no joke, boy," he then curtly stated, as his calm voice began to waver.

"I will be your undoing, if you don't do as your told!" he then snapped, as he tugged and even kicked, rather viciously, against his restraints! "I swear, if it's the last thing I ever do!"

"I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

Being an athletically-inclined and built individual, one that even played football in college, Troy's ability to sprint away from the scene was actually an admirable one, regardless of the fact that he wasn't exactly in the right state of mind, nor was he appropriately dressed for the occasion; however, it really didn't matter what his skill set was or if he was even outfitted accordingly, since the trained beast that was sent out after him certainly had the upper hand in nearly every regard.

The dog's paws were literally designed to handle the slick pavement with ease, flying over it without delay, which certainly couldn't be said for Troy's fumbled footing, thanks to his designer dress boots that pinched at his ankles and slipped on the slickness as he ran. As for the canine's keen eyesight, it had no problem navigating their dark surroundings, whereas its panicked prey nearly tripped and fell twice, not seeing both a road divider and curb, as they quickly came into play.

Gasping as his arm was suddenly jerked back - for literally the third time tonight! - Troy managed to stagger a few feet forward, until the full weight of the beast caught up with him. Ensnared in the dog's toothy maw, the desperate lawyer made every effort to yank himself free; however, the canine's grip was ferocious and its determination was equally fierce in nature. It appeared to be hellbent on bringing its quarry in, as it always did, yet, instead of managing to do that, it found itself with a mouthful of fur!

Bellowing as he both heard and then watched the sizable sleeve of his coat come free in a flash, lining and all, Troy took advantage of the moment and proceeded to make a run for it yet again, only to find himself being felled, a yard or two away, as the beast struck low this time, aiming for his ankle!

Crashing to the ground, Troy cried out in pain, pain from being bitten and pain from hitting the road so fucking hard. Throwing all of his weight at the animal, with the hope of breaking free from its mouth before it managed to sever a tendon or two, he somehow got himself turned over, which gave him the opportunity to kick, and then kick some more, until...

"FUCK!"

...a bullet exploded just a few feet away from his head!

Shook to his very core, Troy froze, but the beast didn't, and so after another heartbeat or two, he suddenly found himself pinned to the ground. Breathing heavy now - both from the exhaustion of the run and the excitement of the moment - the lawyer did his best to remain still, so as not to antagonize the snarling mongrel any more than he already had. Another minute more, and he suddenly had a second animal to worry about, but this one walked upon two legs, within knee-high leather boots, and instead of a mouthful of fangs, he came at Troy with a singular blade, which was aimed directly at his family jewels!

Squirming to get out from under either one of them, Troy's pained expression remained firmly in place as the crisp night air transmitted the twins conversation perfectly. Wanting to curse the two out for even daring to touch his priceless, limited-edition Porsche, let alone start sizing it up for some black market auction, the lawyer held his tongue and waited, fucking waited, for Dick to make his next move.

God help you, you fucking bastard, you're gonna fry for what you've done to me, was all he could think, as their eyes connected and his mind flooded with an image of the officer's termination, not by pink slip, but by electric chair.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Normally hearing that tone of voice from Randy would make Adam's blood run cold and his heart race as he wondered desperately how the man was going to punish him. But not tonight.

Turning the phone he showed the picture he had been staring at. Randy with his wife, two kids and a fucking golden retriever in a sweater. It was so cute and sweet it made him want to puke. "Your kids are adorable. Fuckable too. I bet he has a tight little ass. Could be fun to use that dildo of your cock." He spoke around the sucker in his mouth, the candy occasionally clicking against his teeth as he spoke. "Think he'd like getting fucked by daddy's cock?"

Turning off the screen, he tossed the phone onto the nightstand (he had already changed the password so he would be able to play with it again later).

Popping his sucker from his mouth, he looked at him with a casual glance. "You see, it's hard to threaten someone that has nothing to lose. The second you let my brother walk out that door and blamed me for it, I knew I was dead. I figured I could have some fun and earn my death."

He kept his blue eyes pinned on Randy as the penny dropped. "Oops, the cats out of the bag." He said with a grin and mock horror as Randy put two and two together. "You see, my name isn't actually Angel. It's Adam. Adam Lockhart. Mmm, not that my father would ever admit to my existence. My mother was, now this might surprise you, a whore. Yep. Cliche, right?"

He pursed his lips and pressed his sucker to the soft pink mounds, sucking on it in the most seductive way he possibly could. "My dad knocked my mom up but didn't know I existed until four years later when my mother showed up on his door, begging for help because I was dying and needed a bone marrow transplant. Troy was a match. I still don't know why our father took me in after my mom died. The fucker made it painfully clear that I was unwanted and unneeded." He tossed his now empty stick at the bound man and shrugged.

"I only tell you all this to demonstrate just how little I have to lose. I have no family that cares about me and certainly none I care about. I have no money. I have precious few possessions. All I have is my life and I've already accepted that you're going to kill me." He shrugged submissively.

"You on the other hand... You have a reputation, power, and a cute as fuck little family. I bet if I were to text your kids or your wife with your phone, say to ask them to 'meet me at the Raffaelo Hotel', I bet they would. Imagine the fun I could have with them. The things you've taught me..." He bit his lip and ran a hand over his own fully erect cock, which was still on display due to the way Randy had torn his pants. "Or I could just show them this..."

Pulling out his own phone he showed the man a few minutes of the recording from earlier where Randy held Adam's head and face fucked him until he fell to the ground, unmoving.

"Now, you've managed to hold your marriage together despite all the allegations, but what would your wife say if she say this, hmm? Or God forbid it was leaked on the internet." Setting his own phone down on the table next to the diamond encrusted one.

"So, as you can see, Randy, I hold all the cards now." He said bluntly, not bothering to call the man sir anymore. "Which means I don't have to listen to you anymore. The tables have turned. So, in conclusion, it is I who will destroy you." He finished elegantly.

That is when he picked up the smoldering cigar and brought the red hot cherry of it down on the smooth, unmarred pelvis which was still exposed since Randy hadn't tucked himself away after stumbling away from the seemingly dead Angel on the floor.

"How does it feel, you British Bastard?" Adam snarled as he ground the cigar into the sensitive flesh. It extinguished the cigar but he didn't care at the moment. He tossed it onto the nightstand to join the phones and instead pulled the alligator skin flask - seriously, what was with the alligator motif this guy wore? It's not like he was some Aussie that made his living by hunting the damn things! So pretentious... - from the trench coat and took a swig.

"Delicious." He commented, enjoying the feel of the alcohol burning the back of his throat. Though as he turned the flask and poured it over the fresh burn, he could say without a shadow of a doubt that the man would not enjoy the burn nearly as much as he had.

Randy had a habit of hurting his boys and so Dick always took certain precautions. The rooms he booked for the man were the most sound proofed rooms available so no matter how the man yelled, screamed or (Adam sincerely hoped) begged; no one would hear him.

---

Dick looked down into Troy's eyes. "If only looks could kill, huh?" He chuckled and stood back up, not calling Buster back just yet though. "I bet you're sitting there, thinking about how you want to punish me when all this is said and done. Just remember who's pulling my strings. His pockets run deeper than yours."

Not glancing over at the twins as he heard their plans to part out the man's expensive ride - one less thing for him to deal with later anyway - he instead lifted one of his booted feet and pressed it to Troy's face, pressing hard until he found the other side into the pavement.

"I think I stepped in something. Can you see it?" Correction, Dick knew he stepped in something. Aside from the murky water that the twins had been so come of splashing over this same man only moments earlier, Dick had also stepped in a particularly foul smelling like of... Something on his way over to reach the pinned man. In the darkness of the streets he hadn't seen it until he heard the squish.

Now it was Troy that would have to deal with the consequences of Dick's misstep. The foul substance in question was already smearing across the side of the man's clean-shaven face.

"Lick it. I want my boot clean enough to see my reflection." He told the man, knowing full well that the order would be both degrading and humiliating.

Behind him he heard Jordan's phone ring. "Hello?" He asked and then shook his head and sigh. "No, it's not some fucking trap. Ignore the flashing lights, it's Dick's car. No he won't fucking arrest you. Hold on." Jordan turned to about at him. "You're not gonna arrest Benny's boys for scrapping boytoy's car, right?"

Dick rolled his eyes and just waved the man off. Jordan mutter something under his breath then reaffirmed with whoever was on the line that Dick wouldn't arrest them.

A few minutes later a pickup truck pulled up in front of the Porsche and a half dozen Hispanics all jumped out. They were speaking quickly in Spanish but it was clear they were all admiring the car they were about to start taking apart.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Outrage.

Randolph was naturally suffering from the worst case of outrage he had ever experienced in the entirety of his adult life, as he lay bound upon the bed, forced to listen to Angel, no, Adam - a bloody Lockhart nonetheless! - as he spilled all of, every last one of, his precious beans. It was as if some sort of uncontrollable rupture had finally occurred in the kid's inner dam, and there was simply no way for him to hold back all of the shite, all of the resentment, and fear, and anger, that had built up behind it.

Like it or not, it was all coming out, and Randolph was going to be the sole recipient of this kid's shitstorm of suffering.

"You're correct, you know," he casually interjected at one point, when the timing felt right. "I am going to kill you," he then promised, right before Adam played a card Randolph should've seen coming a mile away, yet oddly hadn't, most likely because he'd been too shitfaced - or was it distracted, thanks to Boytoy - to notice.

Watching the incriminating video as it unfolded, Randolph had to admit, no, hated to admit that he'd been temporarily bested by the likes of this whore; however, he was just a kid, a mere child in this very adult world of blackmail he was now feebly attempting to dabble in. He was out of his league and he knew it, hence his hasty delivery that, at times, wreaked of desperation, which meant he probably didn't have many other cards to play, beyond those he'd already tossed out.

Randy would survive this, his marriage would survive this, just like he and it had after all of the other sticky situations he'd gotten himself into.

This kid was a joke.

Until he wasn't.

Watching now as Adam casually procured the lit cigar from the nightstand, the Brit expected him to take a long draw, just to savor his little win, as he himself probably would've at this point, but instead he...

"BLOODY, FUCKING, HELL!"

...rammed the red hot end into the smooth patch of his still exposed skin that sat a mere inch or so away from the base of his ring-encased cock and dangling balls!

Bucking wildly within his restraints, as he cursed and cried out, Randy had never in his life been on the receiving end of such senseless torture! Had he ever wondered what it felt like, been curious like that sadistic cat who would probably turn up dead in the end, having gone too far? Sure, on more than a few occasions he most certainly had, but never in his wildest, most perverted dreams, did he think that he, Randolph Whitmore, would actually have it thrust back upon him!

The fucking nerve! The fucking audacity! The fucking...

"NO!"

Crying out yet again as the vicious little cocksucker came at him with the contents of his own bloody flask - only after enjoying a sizable swig himself, how nice - Randy quite literally saw white hot stars as the expensive, top shelf liquor splashed across the burn, boring its way inside the fresh wound like a knife, instead of like the generally harmless whiskey that it was!

So this was the game he truly wanted to play. An evening of role reversal. Well, Randy could go there, too, just as Angel, er, Adam had in the past.

"You...you know, your handler," he began now, only after catching his breath and licking his dry lips, "he won't be happy with you if you take this too far, and I'm fairly certain that if I don't do you in, he most certainly will, especially if you ruin such a lucrative asset as myself."

"Are you prepared to have dueling death wishes hanging over your pretty little head?" he then stated, as he shifted a bit within his restraints, so that he could connect their equally pale gazes. "You know, there is always the option of switching employers...," he then casually tacked on, when it appeared that the boy wasn't willing to listen to reason.

"You've already proven yourself to be far more resourceful and resilient than that buffoon brother of yours. You’re more cutthroat too, and not afraid to get your hands dirty," he made certain to state, appealing to both his talents and unbridled contempt for Troy. Why else had he done what he did earlier? Clearly he hated the man, in his own twisted sort of way. “I could put you in charge of overseeing all of my legal affairs.”

“His included.”

Lying in the street, smelling of sweat and - for fuck's sake! - piss, Troy breathed a small sigh of relief when Dick slid the blade away from his crotch; however, that small comfort was short lived as the officer then proceeded to take up a position next to his downed form, looming large over his upper torso like some demonic gargoyle, on a gothic church, in the dark of night. Looking up, because he didn't exactly have any other choice, seeing that he was still pinned beneath the man's mutt - that still had its claws and teeth drawn - Troy's disposition soured, quite severely and rather swiftly, as the pig proceeded to work his boot into place against the side of his face!

Starting as a mere brush of leather across bare skin, as the crooked cop presented the tip of his boot, the movement became more purposeful, more pressured, as the brush become a full on shove. Turning his head away in disgust, Troy only managed to play into the monster's wishes as his right cheek connected with the rough concrete below and his left become consumed by the monster's sludge-covered sole. Crying out in pain as more pressure was applied, he then cried out once more as it became painfully obvious to his already assaulted senses that excrement was being added to the menu!

"Have...have you...fucking lost your mind!" he managed to sputter, between moans, as the animal ruthlessly sullied the side of his face, grinding the grime into his recently exfoliated pores, which had caused his rich, tan skin to shine bright earlier on in the night. "Get...the fuck...off!" he was able to utter, through his now spittle slick lips, just as he brought up one of his hands to claw at the side of the boot! "Go fuck yourself," he then growled, as he was told to lick the brute's boot clean.

There was no way in hell he was doing that!

No, fucking, way!

Yet, before he knew it, before he could even register what was happening to him, he was doing exactly that, against his will, with the help of a third party who, quite literally, appeared out of the blue.


Showing up a mere minute after his crew, Benjamin 'Benny' Bishop took full advantage of the situation and, specifically, Troy, by quickly inserting himself into the officer's little game of 'Boot Lickin' Bitch.' It was a maliciously humiliating maneuver that the thug himself had employed a number of time before, so he knew full well that it usually took two to make it work like a charm, especially when the bucking bitch was such a big boy.

Kneeling across from Dick, next to Troy's head, Benny was quick to lace his long fingers into the man's thick head of lustrous hair, until he could grab a good handful of his ebony locks. With this accomplished, he then gripped the guy's square jaw and popped his prissy, curse-spewing mouth wide open. Hocking a thick wad of spit directly into his gaping maw, Benny proceeded to twist Troy's head into place so that his mouth was repeatedly mashed into the mucked up leather, both above and, more purposefully, below, where the filth was far more plentiful and, well, putrid.

"There we go, baby," Benny mused, with a sadistic twinkle in his hooded eyes, as he truly relished the moment. "That's how ya do it, bitch," he encouraged, before jerking the guy's head back so that he could add a fresh wad of spit to his now shit-encrusted lips. "You're nothin' but a scat lovin' slut, aren't ya? A filth lovin' faggot, just lookin' to be used, amirite? Why else would ya be here, dressed like a high-class whore in heat?" he then questioned, before finally glancing up to connect with Dick.

"Evenin', officer," he stated with a respectful nod, as he firmly held Troy's head in place. "Figured ya could use an extra hand at teachin' this bitch how to respect your authority."

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

When Randy started to go into the whole thing about his handler, all Adam could do was role his eyes. He was about to explain that one death sentence was no different than two. If he already knew he was going to die, why did it matter which man killed him? In fact, he was already considering doing the job himself just to make it quick and painless since either man might decide to draw his death out to make him suffer.

But then Randy changed tact's and he listened more intently.

Switching employers, huh? His first thought was that the man was going to offer to be his pimp, to keep him as his own, personal boytoy. Yeah right. That sounded like a fucking nightmare! He was already starting to shake his head when he heard Randy's next words. Wait? Was he talking about him being a boytoy? No, this was more... His eyes grew wide and he stared at the man in disbelief. "What?" He asked, voice suddenly feeling hoarse for some reason hw couldn't discern. "You would want me to be your legal advisor?"

A smile spread across his face and he nodded, seeming eager about the idea. "That would make Troy answer to me for once, wouldn't it?" He reached towards the man's tied hand as though he were about to uncuff him. He asked leaning in closer with excitement until his hand was on Randy's wrist. "That, that would be..." Adam's face now loomed over the tied man, bright blue eyes warm with excitement. "Completely idiotic since I have absolutely no fucking interest in the law, let alone a single bloody day of training." He snarled the last words, putting emphasis on bloody to mock the man's use of curse word from before.

Standing straight again, he looked down at the man and shook his head. "Did you really fucking think that would work? You think you're some silver-tongued devil that can dissuade me from hurting you with the promise of money or things? I fell for that shite with Dick and look where that got me. As for Troy-boy..." He grinned wider. "My handler is dealing with him, Dick and Troy have a few scores to settle. Fucker already has his hands on my brother and is probably dicking with him. You're my consolation prize. He'll be pissed that I'm destroying one of his cash cows, but he'll take that frustration out on Troy. Win, win for me."

Stepping back, he walked over to one of the trunks that he had unloaded up here and as he bent over he looked over his shoulder at his bound victim, wiggling his ass just to remind him what he was missing out on now that the tables had turned. From his bag he pulled out a pair of scissors and returned to the man. These particular shears could cut through bone. They were a standard item in all the fuck kits, an emergency resource in case one of the restraints were tied too tightly and they needed a way to cut them away. There were also a set of wire clippers to break through chains, just in case.

This evening Adam had other plans for the scissors. Returning to the bound man, he slip one of the blades along his thigh, slipping it down the opening in his pants where the zipper ended. This placed the metal along the inside of the man's thigh which was a dangerous place for it to be considering it was not only close to his delicate nads, but also close to his femoral artery. One slip up here and the man could bleed to death. Thankfully Adam had very steady hands. He squeezed the scissors closed and the expensive satin easily parted before the very sharp metal. Following the inseam, Adam cut open the entirety of his right trouser leg then folded the material back, amused that even now the material didn't fall away completely thanks to the suspenders.

Setting the scissors on the nightstand, Adam leaned down and pressed his lips to the exposed inner thigh, gently sucking on the smooth flesh. Oh, he wanted to make Randy suffer, but he had been a whore so long he had developed an overwhelming oral fetish and seeing the smooth flesh was irresistible. His hand wrapped around the man's cock - which had only partially deflated through everything thanks to that cock ring - and began to stroke it in long, slow strokes as his mouth continued to suck at his skin. He let out little sounds of pleasure as he worked, feeling the cock in his hand stiffen and twitch in excitement.

As Randy's cock grew hard as steel, Adam shifted his mouth from his inner thigh to the harden flesh of cock and ran his lips from back to head, licking at the beads of precum forming here. Then he let go of the erection, leaving the man teetering on the edge as he pulled back, wiping his lips. "I almost got carried away there." He commented, looking down at the twitching cock that was seeking that one last stroke that would take it over the edge.

"Can't have you enjoying yourself too much." Reaching over to the nightstand, he picked up the torch lighter and flicked it with his thumb to ignite it. His other hand wrapped around the base of the man's balls, getting a firm grip as he looked down at him. "No hairs here..." He commented, giving a bit of a tug on the balls, bringing the lit lighter closer. The flame brushed across the smooth skin, close enough that Randy could feel the heat. "That's a shame."

Adam held the trigger down on the lighter for a full minute before letting go. The fire went out but it left the metal hot and Adam met Randy's gaze and said, "Take a deep breath." Something Randy often said before he burned Adam. It never helped. Then Adam brought the heated metal of the lighter to the smooth flesh of his balls, holding both firmly so that even if the man bucked and thrashed he wouldn't escape the burn.

---

Dick knew that it was a hard sell. Troy wouldn't cooperate in something so degrading and disgusting without further motivation. He had intended to call Jordan over after Troy refused the first time but he was saved that necessity when another man appeared. He watched in amusement as Troy was forced to eat some of the slime and had his mouth spat in more than once. When the newcomer finally looked up to acknowledge him, Dick smiled.

"Benny. Haven't seen you since that little incident with the briefcase." He said, referring to the time that Benny had been pulled over with a briefcase full of drugs. Dick just so happened to be the officer that was called in as backup and he had managed to make the briefcase disappear before the first officer found it. The briefcase miraculously reappeared in Benny's car a couple days later, after Benny had 'lost' his money clip with two thousand dollars on Dick's front door step.

Sometimes it paid to know a dirty cop and sometimes it paid to know a vagabond like Benny. Theirs was a mutual - albeit strained - relationship. On any given day Dick could either threaten to arrest Benny, or help him out. It was a risk the man seemed to understand.

"Wonderful timing. It does seem like my authority isn't respected near as much as it should be anymore. A shame. It's a good thing that upstanding citizens such as yourself are around to lend a helping hand." He chuckled at the irony of the statement he had just made.

"Buster, heel." Dick said, giving a short whistle and the dog climbed off the prone man to sit eagerly next to Dick, looking up at him with a big happy expression. Dick pet the dog's head, "Good boy."

Crouching down, his hands began to paw at Troy's ruined furs, pulling them open to go through the inner pocket. "Ah ha!" He found the flask and grinned, pulling it out. He opened the flask and smelled the contents. "I've seen you drink from this flask a bunch of times and wondered what you keep in it." He said and lifted the metal to his lips and taking a long drink. Letting out a satisfied moan, he closed the flask and slipped it into his own coat jacket. "How did you know rum is my favorite?"

Looking down at Troy, his intentionally misinterpreted the look on his face. "Oh, how rude of me. After your little snack you must be quite thirsty. Did you want a drink?" Instead of pulling the flask back out, he stood and began to undo his pants. "Benny, is you would." He said and Benny let out a dark chuckle before forcing Troy's mouth open again. Dick pulled out Dick Jr. and aimed it at Troy's face before releasing his bladder, aiming at his mouth but intentionally soaking his entire face - and getting some on Benny's hands in the process.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Truth be told, Randolph hadn't exactly expected the kid to accept his somewhat absurd offer and, well, even if he had, the habitual liar more than likely would've still offed the little fuck at some point down the road, if not sooner. To hear that Troy was getting worked over, somewhere in the dark of night, by the kid's handler, was rather regrettable, too - mostly because he himself had wanted to ride him hard - but it wasn't entirely unexpected either. Apparently the whore and his pimp had had just about all they could take. Tonight was their night to level the playing field, to knock a pair of princes from their respective pedestals.

Watching now as Adam dug around in his bag of tricks, Randolph couldn't help himself from squirming, just a little, as he returned with a pair of vicious looking scissors. Having only ever seen his servants use such an implement in the kitchen, when they needed to cut clean through chicken bones, he became appropriately alarmed when the little monster brought them to between his legs. Wanting to kick the whore and his weapon of choice clear across the room, the bound man had no other option than to watch, in horror, as he began to slice open the right leg of his tuxedo trousers.

Breathing a bitter sigh of relief, mostly because it was only the smooth fabric of his slacks that was coming undone, instead of the actual skin or bone below, Randolph now watched with a curious expression as the boy began to actually enjoy the flesh that was now on full display. Flexing against the moist lips that were exploring every inch of his toned thigh, the man started to mentally relax once more. The fact that his exposed cock was soon being brought in on the action, as it was lapped, and licked, and suckled just how he liked it to be, only served to put him even more at ease.

But then, just as before, the party was over.

On the edge, the literal edge, of expelling his copious seed, Randy found himself let down as he was let go, only to then find himself squirming, yet again, as the sadistic bitch not only grabbed up his lighter, but ensnared his smooth scrotum! Struck silent as the boy carelessly toyed with both, a bit too close for comfort to each other, the man soon found his deep-throated voice once more as a warning was given, the same damn warning he himself had given dozens of times before.

"N-no, please, d-don't," he sputtered, with quivering lips, just as...

The scorching hot metal was pressed firmly against the super sensitive skin of his nutsac!

Screaming at the top of his lungs, as if someone had not only just burned him, but stabbed him, Randolph did indeed thrash about upon the bed and against his restraints as an unfamiliar scent suddenly flooded the room! Unable to initially identify what it was that he was smelling, because his mind and body were being brutally assaulted all at once, it would come to him later on, after the horrific moment passed and he had quieted the fuck down, nearly on the verge of passing out, that that scent was actually all too familiar to the man who had done this very same thing to countless boys before.

It was the scent of burned flesh - his flesh - but not that of a superficial scorching, like from the cigar, but a deep, multi-layer one, that would more than likely result in the sloughing off of layers, actual layers, of now dead skin.

And this thought terrified Randolph to his core, seeing that there weren't that many surrounding his now roasted nuts.

At a loss for how to handle his current predicament - Is that what this is, Troy? A mere predicament, and not an unadulterated assault on your entire being? - the lawyer practically gave in as he was forced to lick shit - actual shit! - from the officer's boot.

There...there was no winning against men like this. Men who lived and died on these dangerous streets. Men who were willing to dirty others, as easily as they carelessly dirtied their own hands. And men who clearly didn't think twice about breaking the law, as they literally broke a man, for no good reason, right out in the open, as if this were just business as usual.

The calculated way that they all moved made Troy nearly as sick to his stomach as the taste of actual excrement in his mouth. Not one, not a single one, of these filthy little freaks had hesitated to get involved in this outrageous assault, which was feeling more and more premeditated as each sickening minute passed. These guys all knew each other, in one capacity or another, and they were behaving like they had all done this dozens of times before.

Had they? Jesus. What the hell was happening to this city and why was Dick...

"Nooo," Troy now moaned, as the dog pushed off of him with both of its claw-covered paws, only to have the thug called Benny reposition himself just so, so that his bulbous knee was now grinding his sizable nuts into the ground. "Get off," he then groaned, as the officer groped through his pockets, only stopping once he had his fancy flask in hand. "Go fuck yourselves," he then growled, for no specific reason, as his utter disgust got the better of him, as he was forced to watch Dick enjoy a drink while he continued to swallow shit-flavored spit.

"Yeah, you're a fuckin' rude-ass motherfucker, Dickhead," Troy was willing to reply, not caring in the least if he sounded more like one of them, than the practiced orator that he typically was, especially since he hadn't exactly sounded like himself since the moment his world began to unravel within this underpass; however, instead of saying even a single one of those foul words, he was left choking on his shit-stained tongue as his mouth was forced open, yet again, only to be filled, no, flooded, fucking flooded with...

PISS!

WHAT THE FUCK?! his mind raged, since his throat couldn't, seeing that it was being grotesquely assaulted by the pig's freely flowing piss!

This...this couldn't actually be happening. Could it? How...how the FUCK was this, ALL of this, even happening to thee Troy Lockhart?! And why? Why the fuck was he being mistreated like this?! ABUSED like this? What had he done to deserve such TORTURE?! And when, when the HELL, was it decided that he would make the ideal urinal?! Being pissed on was one thing, but being pissed in, and all over, was something else entirely! Wasn't it? Well wasn't it?!

Yes. Yes it fucking was.

But as he gagged on Dick's piss, and then literally gargled with it, since it was building up in his now clogged throat, along with some of the hot bile that had decided to come up to meet the putrid flow, Troy actually resigned himself to this newfound fate. What else could he do at this point? Fight? What for? They had him outnumbered, quite literally, ten to one.

"Uh, sir, you...you may want to let up," he then heard someone utter, and he was pretty sure it was Benny, since the guy's grip on his jaw had gone lax at about the same time. It was hard to tell what with the warm urine stinging his eyes. "He's not lookin' so good, sir," he then stated, in an almost caring tone, as he actually let go of Troy's piss-slick face; however, just as he did this, just as he appeared to be coming around to the side of reason, he forcefully and purposefully kneed Troy in the crotch!

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Not caring in the least if he busted a ball or two along the way.

Actually, that was his exact intention, if the officer would allow it.

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

What the ever loving fuck was Adam playing at? The man had activated the signal blocker he had to assume. The feed had gone black twenty minutes ago and never come back. As a precaution he had tried calling the kid, but nothing. One of those stupid automated voices that told him that the phone was out of service range.

The longer he sat here staring at the black screen, the more anxious he got. Fucking Randy was in a foul mood and last he had seen, Adam had been leading the asshole into the bedroom. Rivera had nursed Adam back to health too many times after a visit with Randy for him to have any doubt what the man was capable of.

"Fuck." He growled impatiently as he stood and paced around the room, his nerves on edge.

Rivera and Adam worked for the same employer though Rivera had been working for the man a lot longer than Adam. Dick had boys and then he had boys. More like boys and men. Well, technically both groups were men since Dick had some moral boundaries - surprise, surprise - and didn't employ anyone legally under the age of 18. Technicalities aside, there were two groups. Rent boys, and enforcement. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out which group Rivera belonged to. One just had to look at him and know he was a badass motherfucker!

The thirty-one year old body builder and martial arts expert worked as a sort of security for Dick. His job consisted of a wide range of responsibilities. Bodyguard, caretaker, muscle, etc. In essence, it was his job to step in if a client took things too far and endangered one of the rent boys. Yes, Dick taught the boys self defense and bullshit, but there were often times that they were in no position to use their training to save themselves. But he was also there to ensure a client paid - though that wasn't usually a problem because nine times out of ten the client paid upfront with a wire transfer - and to pick up the pieces when a rent boy was left in a heap on the floor.

Dick didn't like getting his shoes dirty, so to speak, so he sent a member of the enforcement team in for clean up. After an incident three years ago Rivera had been permanently assigned to Adam's detail and the two had secretly bonded.

Two doors down from the suite reserved for Randy and Adam - cramped up inside a God damn broom closet of all things, Dick was a cheap asshole that wouldn't spring for a second room for enforcement! - Rivera had been watching the whole scene play out with increasing nerves. Now he couldn't stand it anymore. Something just didn't feel right.

Throwing caution to the wind, Rivera stood and made his way to the door of Randy's suite. What should he say? If he was wrong and Adam wasn't in any danger, what then?

He was already here so he pushed all his doubts aside and knocked on the door. He waited then knocked again. After a minute the door opened and his shoulders visibly relaxed when his boyfriend appeared, seemingly unharmed.

His dark eyes took in the smaller frame. Standing at 6'7", Oscar. Redford. Rivera. was the only man on the enforcement team that was taller than Troy, a fact that delighted Adam in so many ways. He often giggled at the idea of what Rivera could do to his brother, given the opportunity.

The smaller man's pants had been torn and he had to keep a hand on the waist to keep them from falling down, not that it mattered much since his cock was already on full display. Glancing up the hall, Rivera was glad no one else was around to see this sight. "Evening Angel. Just doing a sweep, everything okay in here?"

One look at his massive boyfriend and Adam knew exactly why the man had come to the door. He was worried. It was sweet. Stupid, but sweet. What if Randy had answered, what would the brute have said then, huh? Adam loved Rivera but sometimes he could be an idiot.

For a moment Adam thought about messing with Rivera and joking about how he almost died, but then he decided that the man would see right through him and know he really had almost died and it would just kick his concern up a notch.

"I decided I've had enough of these snobbish pricks and their abuse. I'm done with Dick and I'm done with this job." Adam said and he saw Rivera's eyebrows arch up but the large man remained stoic and silent. As fucking usual. For a year now Rivera had been trying to convince Adam to quite his 'job' because he had become protective of him and it was hard to see him get used and abused on a nightly basis. Both men knew they had to keep their relationship quiet since Dick would not hesitate to use it against them, but hearing Adam say he was quitting should have gotten more of a reaction than an eyebrow raise... Right? "I tied Randy to the bed and I'm having a bit of fun with him." He added on.

Well, that fucking worked. Rivera stepped into the suite, pushing passed Adam as he looked around. "You're kidding."

"Nope. Got him tied up in the bedroom. I closed the bedroom door since I wasn't sure who was at the door. The soundproofing in this suite is pretty good, he can't hear us but we can't hear him either." Adam closed the door then went to his tiptoes to wrap his arms around the tall man's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. The men embraced for a precious moment, Rivera's strong arms wrapping around Adam. "Come on, come help me teach this egotistical ass wad a lesson."

Now that idea did sound like a good one. Seeing what this man had done to Adam on more than one occasion always got Rivera's blood pressure up. Cracking his inked fingers and rotating his muscled neck, he nodded. "Let's go." He said and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of gum. Slipping the gum into his mouth, he chewed it a few times before blowing a bubble.

This. This right here is why Adam and Rivera were so good together! Adam made a suggestion and Rivera was only too eager to jump on board. Only those that knew the large MMA fighter would be able to see the heat in the man's eyes and know he was itching to join in.

Adam opened the bedroom door and looked at the tied man on the bed before walking over, glancing over his shoulder as Rivera had to duck to pass under the door frame. It was no coincidence that the man wore a suit very similar to Adam's, but Dick had been the one coordinating it so there was nothing suspicious about it. "Enforcement wanted to join in. Hope you don't mind." Adam said with a smile, looking at Randy's face.

The large man loomed over the bed, dark eyes taking in Adam's handiwork. "Evening Mr. Anderson." Rivera said in his deep, professional voice before blowing another bubble with his gum. Reaching down, his fingers slipped in through the vest and intertwined into the shirt as well, wrapped around the material and ripped at them, vest and shirt split at the same time, revealing his bare chest as buttons popped off and flew across the room. He glanced over at Adam. "Could use some ink." He commented, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Fuck. Yes." Adam said eagerly, definitely wanting to see Randy tattooed against his will. A permanent reminder of the night he was taken down a few pegs.

Adam looked down at Randy with a smile. "We can return to our game while he gets his kit." He said and picked up the shears again, sliding it into his left trouser leg and slicing it the same way he had the right. "I know the perfect place for him to tattoo." He commented as he spread open the newly cut material to reveal the second leg and his long gartered socks. Leaning in close, he looked into Randy's eyes as he said, "How do you like the word 'Sadist' written across your forehead? Oh, or 'Rapist', which would you prefer?"



Motherfucking Benny was telling him to let up? Dick glared at the man but then looked at Troy and saw what Benny did. The man was practically drowning on the piss. They didn't want to kill the asshole. He stopped his stream and watched in dull amusement as Benny abused the man's balls again and again. That certainly helped. It caused Troy's body to scrunch up and he coughed and sputtered on the warm yellow liquid, thrashing as his body was abused.

Severely weakened by the abuse, Dick was able to reach down and drag the large man back up to his feet. Before he could come to his senses, Dick pulled out his hand cuffs and clicked them onto Troy's wrists painfully tightly with his hands behind his back. Then he marched the man back over to the commotion with the three vehicles.

Benny's boys worked fast. They had to. They were like a professional pit crew. Already the wheels were gone, piled up into the back of Benny's pickup; the steering wheel had been taken too, along with half the sleek green body panels. The boys were still at work, discussing loudly how they could get the heavy engine out, when Dick forced the bedraggled and soiled lawyer to walk passed the sight to the police pickup.

Slamming Troy's body against the hood of the truck, he forced his legs to spread then lifted up the hem of the soiled coat, throwing the heavy fur over the cuffed hands and revealing the damp trouser pants - Jessie's piss had soaked through the coat into the trousers underneath. Pressing up behind the man, he ground his erection into his behind. "Tell me, faggot, have you ever been fucked by a real man?" He asked, reaching down and gripping Troy's hair to lift his head up in a painful angle.

Jordan noticed Dick taking their 'friend' over to the truck and watched as Buster heeled obediently next to his handler without being told. Benny followed after them but kept his distance, not wanting to overstep his boundaries with Dick but still wanting to join in on the fun.

"If you fuck him, he still won't know what it's like to be fucked by a real man." Jordan commented callously without and regard for the consequences.

"Fuck you." Dick growled, unable to resist commenting back which only incited laughter from not just Jordan but everyone else. Closing his eyes in frustration, Dick decided it would be best just to ignore the hackling.

In a moment of anger, he slammed Troy's face against the hard, unforgiving metal of the truck, not caring when blood started to stream from the man's nose. He released the man's head and instead pulled his knife again. This time with the intent to actually use it. His left hand pulled the satin trousers away from his body and then sliced into them. The knife wasn't as precise as a pair of scissors would be so in the end, he had to set the knife on the hood next to Troy while both his hand ripped at the hole, soon tearing away the entire seat of the trousers and revealing the man's leopard-printed ass.

With a smile, Dick gripped the legs of the briefs and yanked them up to reveal his bare ass and giving the man one hell of a wedgy. "Such a tight little ass." He commented and brought his wide hand down hard on the exposed flesh with a satisfying noise. Lifting his hand, he brought it back down, again and again until a bright red welt began to form on the smooth skin.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Making an effort to regroup quickly from the malicious assault on his now branded balls - because no dirty whore was going to get the better of him! - Randolph attempted to focus on Adam as he left the room; however, the sweat that was now dripping from his furrowed brow and into his eyes made it a challenge to do just that. Where the sadistic slut was going was unknown and why he was leaving was also not clear, but after a handful of agonizing minutes, he returned, bringing with him a beast who could barely fit through the door.

Having little to no interest in ever connecting with someone who didn't look like they belonged on a college campus or, worst still, in the teen-filled halls of a prep school, Randy would've never crossed paths with this mountain of muscle, not even when he had done the worst possible things to Adam. It was an agreement the influential man had made with the whore's handler. Under no circumstance was anyone to ever invade their private suite. Naturally, the money-hungry handler had agreed to this, as long as Adam still had a pulse by the end of their BDSM-drenched sessions.

Looking up, and up, and, well, up some more, until his eyes finally met those of the surprisingly well-dressed goliath, Randolph found himself shuddering within what was left of his own formal attire as the beast bellowed his name - or at least that's what it sounded like, coming from such an enormous entity - however, the moment those same sizable lips formed an 'O' and proceeded to blow a pink bubble, the fear that the man had been experiencing was quickly washed away by a sudden sense of bemused skepticism.

Is this guy for real?

Well, bloody fucking hell, I guess so, was all Randolph could think next as the brute easily splayed open the fine layers of his fitted vest and sweat-damp dress shirt below, sending a handful of polished buttons in different directions as he did!

From narrow hip to heaving breastbone, a large portion of the older man's naturally smooth torso was put on display, and had it not been for the combination of his expertly tied bow with its fancy embellishment and the stiff collar of the dress shirt below, even more skin would've shown. Granted, it was apparently enough to get the wheels turning in these monsters warped minds because the next thing Randolph knew he was being sized up for a tattoo!

"How about 'Executioner', mate?" he managed to snarl in return, not feeling the need to elaborate seeing that the title certainly evoked a clear image, along with the obvious promise of death by his hands.

"Oh, he's a feisty one, love," was the brute's overly enthusiastic reply, in a mock English accent, as he glanced over one of his bulky shoulders at Adam, having taken a seat on the side of the bed. "Perhaps we can work that in...somewhere down here," he then noted as he returned his attention to Randy and began to run a tat-covered hand along the exposed lines of his shapely pecs and toned abs. "Oh. Wait. What do we have here?" he then stopped himself short, as he managed to reveal one of Randy's nipples along the way. "A kinky twat, too!" he added, flipping back to his horrible accent, as both of his hands now hovered over the man's mutually pierced pecs.

"Although, mate, I think you're going to deeply regret your choice of rings over barbells..." was all that was left to say as he proceeded to hook a pinkie inside each loop.

And yanked!

Brought to his feet with mutual grunts - Troy because of his bashed balls and Dick because of Boytoy's impressive bulk - the lawyer first swayed a bit, upon weak legs, before sputtering and spitting, making every effort to clear his clogged throat as he did. Initially tasting and smelling nothing but the raw combination of shit and piss, hot bile soon formed in his throat and burned the back of it as he forced it down. Focused on doing just that, and that alone - since the mere thought of vomiting all over himself made him feel even sicker to his stomach - the single-minded man managed to miss the moment his wrists were brought behind him and bound for the second time tonight. Ready to curse the cop into the ground, as the cuffs bit sharply into his skin, Troy instead expelled a series of racists slurs at the gang who had managed to chop up his extravagant sports car in record time!

Purposefully marched by the sad remains of his priceless Porsche, Troy probably would've wept openly at the hideous sight had his own fate not been brought into question.

Was he next on the chopping block? Would they undo him as easily and with such efficiency? What was their end game and why - Why the fuck!? - was Dick doing this to him? Had they had their run-ins in the past? Sure, they most certainly had, but there was nothing, nothing at all that he could recall, which warranted such an unrestricted abuse of power, upon himself and everything that he stood for! It was as if the man had gone mad, absolutely mad, and, apparently, once that particular genie was let out of the bottle, there was no pulling it back, no going back. The gates of 'go to hell' had been tossed open, and Troy was - quite literally - being shoved through them!

Hitting the unyielding hood hard, he cried out. Then came a series of sharp intakes of air as he felt the officer's gloved hands groping around below his waist. Another thirty seconds, and Dick was on him, mounting him from behind, thrusting his fully-packed crotch against the seat of his piss-stained slacks. Then a question came, just a single one, that nearly, just nearly, brought that hot bile back for an encore performance.

"Have you ever been fucked by a real man?"

"W-WHAT?" was all Troy could sputter just before his throat seized up and his bright eyes flashed wide with fear as his stomach dropped out a second later.

Panicked now, he was on the verge of bucking back hard, as hard as humanly possible, when suddenly there were thick fingers fisting his wet head of hair. Crying out for a second time, Troy soon found his upper torso awkwardly and painfully pulled back, while his hips remained pinned in place below. Breathing heavy now, his pounding pulse made it hard for him to hear, but he was certain, fairly certain, that he did hear the gang mocking the cop just before they erupted into a chorus of wicked laughter. Then a sky full of stars consumed his vision, as the distinct scent of blood - My blood!? - filled the air. As expected - when one has their face brutally smashed into a sheet of solid metal - a bitter, coppery taste came next, as did a dull throbbing sensation that blossomed from the center of Troy's face, starting with his shapely, aquiline nose. Stunned, the lawyer essentially lay sprawled across the hood of the truck as...as...

As the seat of his slacks were sliced open and then torn apart!

Suddenly feeling the crisp night air on the backs of his thighs as it snaked inside the crude opening, Troy would soon feel that same cold air licking across his sizable glutes as his designer briefs were yanked and tugged upon until the satin fabric became rudely wedged between the firm masses. Flexing against this sudden rush, the well-built man would find himself repeatedly flexing, no, tensing - NO! - quivering, literally quivering as his now mostly exposed ass was violently struck hard by one of the officer's broad, leather-encased palms!

Over and over the blows came, and over and over Troy cried out and cursed, until he couldn't.

At some point, mid-beating, the lawyer's typically smooth, baritone voice had gone hoarse. Clear words were no longer an option, just guttural moans and groans that fell from his gaping, spittle-spraying maw, mostly in fits and starts, as he bucked beneath the blows and fought for his next breath, which was snatched away each time he was struck.

And all the while, as this was happening to the helpless man, most of the crew finished up, until all that remained were the delinquent twins, good-boy Buster, and cock-stroking Benny.

Yes, cock-stroking Benny.

Enjoying the sight a bit too much, the aroused African-American youth had taken it upon himself to unearth his throbbing erection so that he could stroke one off. Did he care if he actually got a shot at the bound man's beautiful, full ass? Well, yeah, he would've loved to have taken it for a ride, but he knew the pecking order around here, and he was currently fourth on the list. Hell, with the four-legged beast on the scene, he was probably fifth. Anyway. Instead of pressing for more, he simply enjoyed what he could, stroking his generous length until he was ready to explode, yet, before he did, he pressed in close to the leather-clad officer and excitedly asked...

"Where'd ya like it, sir?"

 

[AllThingsCuddly]

Adam had never been good with the sight of blood. It was worst when it was his own blood, but even someone else's blood made him queasy. So standing there as his boyfriend ripped the two rings from their victim's nipples was not something he had imagined when he invited the man to join. He knew Rivera was harboring some ill will towards the man, but never in his wildest imaginations could he see his boyfriend being this cruel and sadistic. He was stunned into silence, watching as though in slow motion as the man yanked and trailed behind him curving arches of red.

Was Randy screaming in pain? Probably but if he was, Adam couldn't hear him. His ears were ringing from the sudden increased pulse of his own heartbeat. It pulsed and throbbed, causing him to feel nauseated and his ears to ring. Blood soaked into the clean white of the shirt and spread and spread. Adam blinked rapidly, watching the blood spread, unable to look at his boyfriend who was still holding the bloody - literally bloody, not just some British curse word bloody - silver loops. He didn't want to see that there was a small piece of torn flesh dangling from one of the rings, he didn't want to see those tattooed hands dripping with blood.

"Stai bene?" The deep vibrato voice brought Adam from his daze and he pulled his attention away from the blood to focus on Rivera instead. It took another moment for his brain to process the words. Are you alright? He let out a breath and shook his head before glancing at Randy, at his pained face rather than his red chest.

Closing his eyes, he tried to remember the bio he had read for the man. Randolph Whitmore was a polyglot, but which languages was it he knew? English, obviously, and German. He thought French was on that list, but what about Italian? He racked his brain in thought but honestly couldn't remember. He didn't think Italian was one of the languages the man spoke. Was it? No, it was Spanish. Yeah, that was it. German, French and Spanish.

"Sto bene. È solo che non me l'aspettavo." He replied but it was obvious by his cadence and pitch that he wasn't as fluent in the romantic language as Rivera. It was the larger man that had taught Adam after all and he'd only been learning off and on for a few years. I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting that. The statement was loose and simple as his eyes watched Randy, trying to confirm that the man didn't understand what he was saying.

Rivera nodded and glanced back at Randy as well, watching the blood spread across his smooth chest and pool in his belly bottom. His chest was heaving from pain and shock, causing the warm liquid to spread further, sliding around the sides of his body and seeping through the back of his shirt, vest and suit jacket. It wouldn't be long before the crimson fluid was penetrating the fine linens of the bed. "He's fine." Rivera made the conscious choice to switch to English to say that. "Non è meno di quanto si meriti per averti tormentato, amore mio."

It's no less than he deserves for tormenting you, my love. Adam glanced over at Rivera. The man spoke a little more slowly than he would with someone more fluent in Italian, to ensure that Adam was able to understand the statement. It made him smile and nod. That was the second time Rivera had called him love, though the first time had been when he had been using that horribly fake British accent and Adam knew well that 'love' was used as often as 'mate' so it wouldn't be suspicious.

"Hai ragione, l'altra mia meta'. Questo e altro ancora." Adam replied, again his words coming more haltingly. He turned to look at Rivera and could see amusement in the big man's eyes. He wanted to correct Adam's cadence or tone but he couldn't do it in front of Randy. You are right, my other half. That and more.

Both men insteadn redirected their gazes towards Randy, who was finally recovering from the shock of pain he had just endured. "And he thought it was bad when I burned his nuts." Adam said bluntly before picking up his shears again and cutting into the leather cock and ball harness, making precise cuts to either side of the opening for his cock. This left the O around the base of his cock and balls but he was about to open and spread the rest of the material, revealing the carefully trimmed pubic hairs underneath. "I guess he's lucky he doesn't have a dick pierce too, huh?"

Rivera chuckled darkly. "He could give him one."

"I was thinking a septum piercing. And an eyebrow one. We could even use the rings you just ripped out." He grinned at the idea. Yes, move his kinky, mostly hidden piercing to someplace painfully more obvious.

"Do you have a kit with you?" Rivera asked and Adam shook his head. Piercings and tattoos were not something frequently done with - or to - clients so it was not part of his usual kit bag. "I'll have someone bring something. Can you drop the dead zone?"

Adam glanced at his boyfriend and thought about it a moment. He could drop the deadzone, but then Dick would be able to see what he was doing. Though there was no doubt that seeing the black screen would still cause the man to wonder and he would probably bring enforcement either way. Though did he want Dick to know about his relationship with Rivera? Absolutely not! So he shook his head. "Can't." Dick would learn about their relationship when he undoubtedly reviewed these tapes later, but hopefully by then Adam and Rivera would be long gone.

Rivera sighed and shook his head but then nodded. "Fine. I'll be back. Don't do anything too fun without me." He said and left the room, stepping out into the hallway to find a signal to make a call.

Adam looked down at Randy when they were alone again. "You know we've only just started, right?" He asked with a smile and pulled out the man's flask, which still had some of the very expensive liquid. Slowly, almost painfully slowly, he brought the flask up toward the man's chest, making eye contact with him before pouring the brown liquid over the bloody mess on his chest. Adam couldn't bring himself to look at the man's chest, the way the thick red liquid mingled and swirled with the new brown one. He trailed a line from the inflamed, destroyed nipples down his chest, past his naval, over his pelvis with neatly trimmed hair and finally over his smooth, but burned, nuts sack.

Bringing the flask to his lips, he down the last of the liquid then tossed the flask to the floor before picking up the man's lighter again.

Allowing Randy a moment to agonize in the freshly antagonized pain, he waited until he heard the door open behind him again before flicking the lighter on and bringing it closer to the man that was now drenched in a highly combustible - albeit quickly burning - liquid.



Dick hated being interrupted when he was having fun. To him, Benny's intrusion was one of the worst offenses imaginable. "Where do I want-" Though he cut off when he turned to see exactly what the man was doing. Instantly he understood exactly what the man was talking about and a smile spread slowly across his lips.

Grinding his hips back into the now raw behind, he pressed the lawyer more firmly into the back of the truck and then reached forward and grasped his hair once more, dragging his head back again. "Saw ahh," He growled then reached forward with his other gloved hand, wrapping his fingers around the man's jaw and forcing his mouth open for the second or third time tonight before nodding with his head, indicating for Benny to complete the cocktail of human excrements in the man's already soiled mouth.

Benny wasn't no time taking aim and stroking himself off, shooting spurt after spurt of creamy white fluid into the open, gaping maw. Some of the spunk got on the officer's gloves and he growled in disgust before wiping his hands on the expensive racoon fur.

By now dick was worked up and ready to fuck the shit out of his prone victim so he pulled out his knife again and sliced into the bunched leopard print, ripping the material wide open to reveal the deep crack between the large, muscular glutes. Without any warning, he pressed one of his fingers into the hole, no lube of any sort, pressing the invading appendage deep into the man until he couldn't press in any deeper.

"Oh, I am going to love fucking this tight ass." He growled, wiggling his finger around inside. Twisting his finger a little, he found the spherical bundle of nerves inside and began to press at the prostate, feeling Troy's body convulse from the unexpected pleasure. "You like that, slut? You like the way I finger your tight ass?"

After a few minutes of fingering the man's prostate, he pulled his finger back out and looked at the gloved hand for a moment before grinning and leaning over the man, shoving the finger into Troy's mouth, fish-hooking his cheek as he stood back and forced the man to turn around before slamming him back onto the truck with his arms now pinned under him.

"Hold him." He ordered and three sets of hands eagerly reached forward, groping Troy as much as holding him in place. Taking a step backward, Dick undid the belt on his pants then slowly unzipped his pants and lowered them enough to allow his massive twelve inch cock to finally escape. It had been straining and struggling against the confines of his pants for some time now. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he gave it a couple slow strokes, giving his victim time to take in the full, intimidating length.

"Ready to get fucked?" Dick ran his tongue over his lips as he watched Troy's reaction to his size. He had already been forced to suck the imitation of Randy's impressive cock, but Dick's was longer and fatter. "I know you're an anal virgin so I'll give you the chance to suck my cock before I ram it inside of you. It's the only lube you'll get, so think wisely before you answer."