Chapter 5
A lean higherling guard, his hair black as tar, guided Treycore up a stairwell, to the main entrance of the grand construction before them: the Nest. On Earth, it would have been a skyscraper, but for Heaven, it was just as big as the buildings around it. The wing carvings around the columns on the sides reminded Treycore of the architecture of the days when it was constructed. Primitive, unrefined…yet there was a beauty to all the flaws that had been refined and improved upon throughout the eons, as it was part of the many great constructions that had paved the way for even more glorious edifices after it.
Treycore tugged at the shackles around his wrists and took short steps in the ankle cuffs that restricted his movement. Two guards followed in tow as the guard in front of Treycore—a warden, as indicated by the silver-colored metal buckle on the side of the loincloth he wore—led the way. Standing tall, the warden maintained a dignified strut, one Treycore figured he’d acquired from years of working around immortals he considered beneath himself, but likely only because of their crimes. He wasn’t the most attractive of immortals, and certainly there were plenty housed in the prison who sat in a much higher seat in the Almighty’s eyes because of their aesthetic advantages. But surely, the warden’s perspective, as someone put above these immortals, had shifted, his own idea of power constructed from the authority he was granted over others.
Treycore and the guards headed up the steps to the main gates of the Nest. Two watchmen stood at either side of the gates, which towered up to the top of the building. As Treycore and the warden neared, the watchmen strained to pull the doors open because of the doors’ remarkable weights.
As Treycore and his escorts stepped past the threshold of the entryway, Treycore thought on all the rogue immortals who had been housed in this ancient prison, many sentenced to live out the rest of their eternity in the grand cage.
Even worse, he thought about his poor Kid, who didn’t belong in such a place. They would tear him apart. He would be a ragdoll being ripped apart by wolves. Treycore would do everything in his power to protect him, but he knew he couldn’t be enough, not in a place where no one had any concern about mortals. Perhaps the justice had even wanted Kid to die in that place, because certainly that was the only reason he would have even considered housing him in the Nest before trial. A day in Heaven might not have been long, but any length of time there was too long for Kid.
Inside the entryway of the Nest, the walls were carved from dark-gray stone, the craftsmanship as magnificent as it was on the outside of the building. The roof opened up to the sky. It was the last time Treycore would see it for a while…until his trial date.
The dark-haired warden led Treycore through several corridors, into a room clearly designed to prepare him for what was in store for him. The low ceiling was as gray as the walls, which were covered in barbed wire that spiraled around the room in some sort of elaborate design akin to spiderwebs. Two barred windows on the ceiling allowed what light came from the suns of Heaven into the small room.
“Okay, boys,” the warden said, turning around to Treycore, his dark hair swaying over his shoulders.
He had a nice body, but his chest was a little too bulky on his otherwise slim frame. Proportion was one of the trickiest aspects of creation, which is why the Almighty had never been able to craft another Treycore, try as He had. It would have been like a painter trying to recreate the exact brushstrokes of his masterpiece. Such a struggle, because even the errors and imperfections were part of what led to it somehow becoming the masterpiece its creator had ended with.
The real issue, however, was the guard’s features. His jawline was too sharp, too rigid. Although, it gave him a very threatening appearance as he stood before Treycore, staring him down.
After one of the guards behind Treycore unfastened his cuffs, the warden said, “Okay, Treycore, strip down.”
“Not much to strip,” Treycore noted since he was still only in a pair of jeans.
He could tell by the expression on the warden’s face that he was excited, aroused even, by having Treycore before him as a submissive, totally vulnerable to his search. Treycore knew if he had been in the higherling’s position, he would have taken equal joy in watching a favored creation doted on by the Almighty getting treated as less than.
“But I can do a little striptease if you want,” Treycore said facetiously.
“Oh, you want to be funny, Treycore?” The warden looked to the other two on the opposite side of Treycore. “Treycore wants us all to laugh at his great humor, guys.”
“You want us to smack him around, Leyath?” one of the guards asked.
“No, no,” he replied, stepping toward Treycore as he sized up the Almighty’s handiwork, not appreciating it. Loathing it. Detesting it.Envyingit.
“You’re going to lose that sense of humor real quick around here, Trey. You see, me…the guys in there, we don’t care what the Almighty thinks of you or how you were treated before the War. We’re all the fucking same here, and once your trial is over and they lock you in here for eternity, you’re going to be my fucking bitch.”
He grabbed hold of Treycore’s crotch, squeezing to feel his thick shaft beneath the fabric of his pants, tugging like he wanted to show Treycore he was in charge.
“I think everyone’s going to have a lot of fun playing with that dino-cock of yours…and spooging as much as they can in that tight ass. Perk of being an immortal, right? First time every time?”
The pain of being an immortal, and Treycore knew it. And certainly if he ended up staying in the Nest, he would wind up being filled with some asshole immortals’ cum. Dripping with it, even. It was the nature of any place of imprisonment. But as fucked up as it could get in the male Nest, he had heard far worse about the female Hive on the other side of Heaven.
Treycore didn’t move as Leyath continued stroking his crotch. Leyath was looking for any excuse to abuse him, demonstrate his power and authority, regardless of what Treycore did, so he wasn’t eager to provoke the asshole.
“I guess being a whore for so many millennia keeps you from giving a shit about being touched like this. But how are you going to feel when I manhandle your little mortal friend?”
Treycore did his best to remind himself that Leyath was just trying to piss him off, but it was one thing to violate him, and another to even talk about doing something to Kid. Despite his attempts at containing his rage, he lashed out, throwing a punch at Leyath. As soon as he did, he felt something against the small of his back.
A powerful sting started in his spine and radiated down to his ass, up to his shoulder blades. His muscles convulsed and twitched, and before he knew it, he was on the floor. He turned back and saw one of the guards holding a tasing rod. Trembling from the assault, Treycore worked to get back on his feet when he heard Leyath say, “Get those pants out of my way.”
One of the guards forced Treycore onto his feet as the other undid the button on his jeans and pushed them down his legs. Because of the powerful blow of the Taser, Treycore couldn’t resist his aggressors as they shoved him up against the wall, the barbs along the wire across the wall pricking into his flesh, drawing blood. The two guards took either of Trey’s forearms and pinned them against barbs, and as he felt his strength returning, he found it wasn’t enough to help him get free of their hold.
A hot breath rushed across the side of his face, and he turned to Leyath, whose face was right beside his as he whispered, “It is my job to inspect you to make sure you don’t have a weapon on you. So I think this is going to require a deep-cavity search.”
“You fucking asshole,” Treycore said through his teeth.
Leyath beamed as he slid down the white loincloth covering his cock, revealing his erection, one Treycore knew would be an intense feeling within him.
