Janka reached into the box and pulled out what appeared to be a black cock-shaped dildo, over a foot long. Encircling it was razor wire, which shone under the room’s light. Janka unraveled a leather belt at the base of the dildo.
That was when Kinzer realized what it really was: some sort of fucked-up strap-on.
“You fucking monsters!” Kinzer shouted, his voice straining.
Vera laughed. “This is going to be delightful.”
She helped Janka put it on, clipping the belt over the white pants he still wore. She ran another piece of the leather-looking cloth from his back, between his legs, and clipped it to the base of the dildo.
Hayde shifted about in his restraints, his face twitching, like he was starting to return to consciousness. If only there could be a way for him to remain out of it for what was about to happen. Surely, he could only remain passed out for so long if Janka was pushing that thing up inside him.
“You sick motherfucker!” Kinzer shouted.
“You haven’t seen sick yet,” Janka said. “I’ll show you sick. I’ll show you perverse. I’ll show the whole goddamn universe how sadistic I can be.”
“Do it to me!” Kinzer said as Janka made his way to Hayde. “I’m the one you want. I’m the bastard that kept getting in your way.”
“But see, I can do it to both of you. And by doing it to him first, you get a preview of how much it will hurt when I’m shoving this into you.”
Kinzer thrashed about, gripping at his collar. He knew there was no way he could do anything, but something in him forced him to try…just like it always had through his entire quest…the quest that had led him to such a perverse, immoral fate.
Janka positioned himself behind Hayde, looking over the flit’s shoulder so he could make eye contact with Kinzer.
Vera approached Hayde, grabbing his cock before tossing a glance back to Kinzer. “You think I should stroke him off while Janka fucks him? Would make for a very interesting three-way, don’t you agree?”
Janka chuckled. “I guess lube is kind of unnecessary for this. But then again, when have we ever liked using lube?” He winked at Kinzer before spitting on his middle and forefinger. He lowered his hand before sliding his fingers into Hayde’s ass.
Hayde stirred, his eyelids shifting about as he regained consciousness.
“Don’t worry,” Janka whispered beside his ear. “I’ll go slowly.” He looked to Kinzer, shaking his head and mouthing,No, I won’t.
Kinzer’s fingers cut against his collar as he worked in vain to get free, calling out, his voice echoing through the room as he found himself trapped in the most twisted of Janka’s games.
***
Treycore raced into the Christ’s chamber.
He’d been forced to endure Kid’s screams and shouts from outside until they finally stopped and Aerysn cut him free. Treycore had attacked Aerysn, and had he not needed to get to the Christ just to be sure of Kid’s fate, he might have killed Aerysn for not doing anything to stop Kid, or at least undoing Treycore’s bindings so that he could rescue him.
He’d almost made a go at Lanzar to show the Winged Justice they weren’t excused for neglecting his cries for help either. But he had to get to Kid. He had to know and see his body to be sure. In his heart, he knew they had all done what was best for all the realms, but what good was that to him? What was the point of existence without Kid?
Kid lay in the center of the room, covered in tentacles and vines that pushed up from the floor and dangled from the ceiling. Kid was tangled in them, covered in a white film that made him look like Trey imagined he would have if all the guys in the Nest would have had their way with him. It was cum, he knew it. It had to have been.
When Treycore reached his body, he knelt down beside him, tearing at the vines over him. He pulled out a tube jammed down Kid’s throat and wrapped his arms around him, cradling him close.
Kid didn’t breathe. He was limp, still…dead.
Treycore’s face trembled as tears rushed from his eyes.
“No, Kid. No, no, no.Not like this. We didn’t have enough time. We could have had a lifetime together. It would have been enough.”
Although, he knew that wasn’t true. That no limited amount of time could sate his hunger for Kid…his thirst…his need.
As he clung to Kid’s corpse, he considered what it would have been like to have shared the sort of experience Kid had told him about. Some mundane existence, like any other mortal. Nothing as grand or spectacular as he had lived, but the two of them sharing a life together. That was all he wanted…all he needed.
He felt a pull on Kid, like someone was trying to take him from his grip, but he held on tight before looking to see what fuck was trying to stand in his way. Aerysn?
No one was near him. Aerysn and the others stood a few feet away, giving him the space he desired.
