Fehrin approached Kinzer, towering over him, a broad grin across his face. “You picked the wrong fucking higherling to mess with.”
He knelt and punched Kinzer in his face.
Kinzer blacked out.
***
An orange bulb dangled from a wire attached to a wooden-planked ceiling. On the other side of the circle of light it created, an unconscious Hayde was crouched on the floor, his wrists and neck locked in a wooden stock. He was naked, his dick dangling beneath the stock.
The sound of dripping echoed throughout the room.
Kinzer tried to move, but he was locked in place. As he assessed his bindings, he realized he was locked in a similar stock. A cool breeze against his balls assured him that he was just as exposed.
Fuck.
“You like our little crypt?” a voice asked from the dark edges outside the illuminated circle.
Fehrin stepped into the light, which glistened off the flesh on his scalp that was exposed beneath his buzz cut.
He wasn’t wearing his priest costume.
He was shirtless, his white wings relaxed against his back. Massive biceps decorated either arm, with distinct veins running down the middle, which several veins shot out from and wrapped around the massive guns. His pecs were thick, bulky. As he stepped between Kinzer and Hayde, they bobbed above three sets of abs that stacked above his navel. He wore a cocky grin, one of a creature who knew how beautiful such a body was.
“Welcome to my little playroom,” he said. “This is usually reserved for my toys… little fellas that catch my interest now and then.”
Kinzer couldn’t imagine the sort of horrors some poor altar boys had been exposed to at the hands of this sort of higherling.
Hayde stirred, his legs moving about as his head rocked back and forth. He must’ve been trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
He lifted his head, wincing as he eyed his surroundings.
Fehrin approached his stock, a set of keys jingling against the belt loop of the black slacks they hung from.
“How’s it hangin’, buddy?” he asked in an amused tone.
Hayde drooped his head, letting it hang in the stock, a clear surrender to his captor.
Fehrin stepped around him. He pressed his hand against Hayde’s back and massaged his fingers down to his butt, around to his cock.
“Mmm…”
Hayde’s ass trembled, as if it knew where all this was leading.
Kinzer jerked in his stock as a protective impulse struggled to get him free. He’d remembered the reaction he’d evoked from Hayde just from the mere threat of taking him against his will. The thought of this guy pillaging Hayde’s body infuriated him. He would have rather taken the pounding himself. Hayde may have been awful, but he remembered a time when he was equally misguided, when he had been considered the lowest form of higherling in creation. He didn’t deserve that.
“You’ve been real naughty, Hayde, haven’t you?” Fehrin asked. “I heard you went missing. Janka’s been looking for you.”
That name stirred that same fury in Kinzer that it had the day he’d discovered Janka’s betrayal.
“And then I see you stumble in here, acting all suspicious with this guy.” He snickered. “Did you think I wouldn’t realize you were up to something?”
“I made him come here,” Kinzer said.
Hayde raised his head, gazing at Kinzer like he was surprised to see Hayde’s enemy taking up for him.
“I don’t really care,” Fehrin said. He circled Hayde, continuing to stroke and fondle him. “I figure I can get the real story out of you guys once I’m done playing.”
He stepped before Hayde and knelt so they were face to face. “Oh, the things I’m gonna do to you, my nasty little flit. It’s been such a long time since I’ve taken you… since you were in such demand that each of us had such a short time to satisfy ourselves within you.”
