Another tug.
Treycore released Kid, searching for the cause of the force, when Kid’s body levitated into the air, moving quickly toward the ceiling as he was pulled upright, his arms stretched out at his sides. He hung in place, suspended, lifeless.
Treycore rose to his feet, watching, hoping for a miracle.
Kid’s eyes popped open, and he coughed for a moment before gasping for air.
No sooner had he roused than he opened his mouth wide and unleashed an ear-piercing scream. He cried out like he was in the most unbearable pain, the sort Treycore had heard from outside while the Christ was ravaging him.
“Kid!” Treycore called out, but he wasn’t even sure what the fuck was going on, let alone how he could have possibly helped him.
The room shook as the vines shifted about wildly, moving from their previously static state.
“What the fuck?” Lanzar asked as he glanced around the room. “Do we need to leave?”
Kid’s head jerked about, blood flowing from his nostrils as he continued calling out before his arms kicked into motion. He scratched and clawed before him, like he was being attacked by some unseen villain.
What the fuck is going on?Treycore wondered.
***
“Just warming him up for now,” Janka said as he worked his fingers in Hayde. He gripped Hayde’s hip with one hand as he inspected his strap-on, working it with his other hand. Kinzer could tell he was trying to get it in Hayde’s hole.
“Wake up, my dear flit,” Vera whispered. She stood in front of Hayde, her face beside his as he winced, coming to at the most inopportune of moments.
Kinzer could hear the sound of Janka’s first push…how it tore into Hayde’s body.
Hayde’s eyes shot open, and he shouted, struggling, flailing about in his bindings as best he could manage, his cock flopping about. He looked to Kinzer, his eyes filled with worry and desperation.
“Help!” he called.
“Hayde!” Kinzer wanted to be there for him, to reassure him in some way, but all he could do was continue to struggle with his shackles.
“There, there,” Vera said, setting her hand on Hayde’s face. “Relax. That’s all you can do to make this easier on yourself.”
He could tell by the way Hayde reared his head back that Janka had made another push in.
Janka slid his hand from his hip, to his abs, pressing against them as he continued to invade Hayde’s hole.
“Yeah. That’s right,” Janka said. “They always said you knew how to take a dick better than any other flit.”
Kinzer watched in horror as blood ran down the sides of Hayde’s legs and drizzled between them. “You disgusting fucks!”
“HELP!” Hayde continued wailing, breathing intensely, his hands rattling about in his restraints.
“What did you say?” Janka asked before thrusting forward sharply.
Hayde cried out even louder. His muscles tensed all over his body, his face red as sweat raced down, his body trembling as it was clearly overwhelmed by Janka’s intrusion. Hayde’s body convulsed before he heaved and then sprayed vomit across the ground in front of him.
Kinzer struggled with the chain that attached him to the wall, desperately pulling and tugging. It couldn’t end like this. Surely there was something he could do to help Hayde in his time of need, some powerful energy he could summon within himself. But no matter how much he wore down his muscles, no matter how much he nearly choked himself to break free from the collar, nothing was any use.
“Oh, poor Kinzer,” Vera said. “Trying so hard to save this poor flit, and nothing you do will work. Isn’t this such a fitting way for things to end, though? Hasn’t this been the real story of being Kinzer? Just a lowly immortal, always struggling, always fighting in vain. Your perseverance has been so cute, but indeed, truly pathetic.”
Kinzer grunted, then screamed before a loud cracking sound filled the air and echoed around the room, catching Vera’s attention.
An earthquake shifted the tower about, the floor beneath him quaking violently.
As he inspected the room, he discovered even the guards by the throne had been shaken from their statuesque state.
