I clocked him in the face.
"Shut the fuck up. Save your energy for begging."
I laughed, a twisted grin spreading across my lips.
"You're going to need it, especially if you have a virgin asshole."
"Fuck you both!' He sneered.
Jacob slipped the condom on, lubed it up real good, and positioned himself behind Hector. He spread his cheeks apart roughly, then entered him halfway, full force, breaching his opening. Hector groaned, sweat beading on his neck, but he didn't scream. Jacob grabbed him bythe throat, cutting off his air. "Not hard enough for you, Hector?"
The cartel struggled to breathe, his face turning red.
"Don't kill him," I said. "For what he has done, he stays alive for at least the next month. His penance is to undergo torture, rape and starvation for as long as he held Kitlyn and Becca. Thirty-one days."
Hector tried to choke out words, struggling as Jacob let up on his windpipe, allowing him to suck in some air. My partner shoved all the way in on the second thrust, bringing a deep gurgle from Hector's lips. Jacob let go, grinning as he picked up the pace and brutally took his ass.
"Did you want to say something?" My partner mocked.
Time blurred as Jacob continued his assault. Hector's laughter was long gone. Sarcasm no longer fell from his mouth. His head thrashed against the chair with every thrust, chains rattled as he choked on his own cries.
"Stop!" he roared, voice breaking. "Mercy….please! I'll do anything! You're killing me!"
Jacob brought his lips to Hector's ear.
"Now, that's the sound I wanted to hear."
Tears fell from Hector's eyes as he begged and pleaded for Jacob to stop, while struggling against his restraints.
"I can't take it anymore. Stop! You win! I'm at your mercy." Jacob held on to Hector's neck as he chased his orgasm. He certainly would not stop without getting his reward.
I smirked as my partner tore his ass apart. Finally, Jacob groaned and with one last push, he climaxed into the condom, then pulled out, catching his breath.
He bent down in front of Hector, still chained over the chair. He smiled deviantly.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
The once powerful cartel, who ran a brutal empire, was sobbing, legs spread wide over the chair, having just been brutally fucked up the ass. Jacob tussled Hector's hair, smirking.
"I'd make you suck my dick clean, but I don't want you to bite it off, so maybe another time."
I rubbed my sore knuckles, breathing hard, staring down at the wreck of a man who had once strutted around like a proud peacock. His swollen eyes narrowed, blood dribbling from his lip. His asshole was red and raw around the entrance. After Jacob cleaned himself and zipped up, he threw Hector's pants into the trash. He wouldn't need them anymore.
Just like he did to Kitlyn, Becca and countless other women, he would not be allowed clothes. We sat him in the chair, watching him flinch as his ass hit the metal.
Now that the punishment was over, he grew more balls, running his mouth again.
"You'll hear her screams every night, assassin. All my girls have fond memories of their time with me." A crooked, bloody grin spread across his face. "It's my specialty."
"It wasn't enough to fuck you in the ass?" I mocked." Are you saying you want another go at it? I'm sure Jacob could muster up the energy for another round."
"Do your worst. I'm a dead man anyway." He sneered.
Jacob's knife slid down Hector's chest, slow and deliberate, just nicking his skin, causing tiny red drops to pool.
"You don't get it, do you?" Jacob's voice was cold and hard as steel. "The more you flap your gums, the worse the torture. Keep up the good work."
Hours passed into blood and silence, broken only by Hector's strangled cries and my calm instructions about which nerve clusters hurt the most. I nicked his skin here and there, watching the red droplets drip to the floor. The once mighty cartel boss sagged in his chains, his body wrecked, his spirit cracking. Still, he tried to sneer through blood.
