"Drop your jeans and remove your boxers. I am going to teach you a lesson you soon won't forget."
With shaky hands, Juan removed his clothes.
Hector grabbed his balls, squeezing roughly before attaching a black metal ring around them and locking it in place.
Juan winced in pain, but barely moved.
"Open your fucking mouth."
Juan obeyed without a word. Hector flicked a blue pill onto his tongue and ordered him to swallow.
"Now, put your hands at your sides, and you stay as still as possible. I am going to whip your fucking goddamn ass for being selfish and not obeying my orders, you prick!" Juan's Tee shirt was soaked in sweat. He knew he was in for it, and I almost couldn't keep myself from grinning.
Hector nodded toward Becca.
"You—kneel. You're gonna suck my brother's cock before I start beating the shit out of him."
Becca's face flushed an angry red, but her training kept her compliant. Not a word of protest slipped from her lips. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around Juan, taking him in without hesitation. The filthy bastard groaned, reveling as she worked him, her head bobbing; her lips dragging along his shaft with well-honed precision.
Hector stood over them, eyes locked on every movement, feeding off the spectacle as Becca pushed Juan to the edge. When his cock was rock hard and almost purple, Hector cut her off with a single command.
"Enough. Sit back down and enjoy the show."
Becca immediately did as she was told just as Hector raised his arm and brought the strap down on Juan's naked ass with brute force. He shrieked loudly, but his cock remained erect. Hector struck his bottom ten more times before Juan finally collapsed onto the floor on his side, sobbing and trembling. I couldn't believe the manstill had an erection after that beating. Hector stood over him, seething.
"Ever since we were kids, you couldn't follow a single fucking order. Either you're a goddamn imbecile, or you just enjoy getting your ass beat. Being the oldest, you should have been the leader, but there's a reason Dad left me the business instead of you. You're too fucking stupid to run it. Every last piece of product would be dead under your watch, and we'd be flat broke." He crouched beside his bleeding brother, voice low and venomous.
"You'll wear that cock ring for the next thirty minutes. From now on, one of my guards will shadow you every second of the day—twenty-four hours, no exceptions. I dosed you with Viagra, so you'll remain hard for the next four hours, and you're forbidden to get off. The ring goes on every day, for at least thirty minutes, and one of the girls will take you in her mouth, but you won't be allowed relief. Not once. Not for the entire week. And every single day you will swallow a pill. I want to keep that erection going strong."
He laughed in Juan's face. "You will not be allowed to touch any of the girls for the next month. You will not masturbate either. If I find out you do, I swear to god, I'll have you castrated. Do you fucking understand?"
Juan nodded, still crying.
Hector snapped his fingers, summoning the guards to drag his brother away. "Get him to the infirmary. Have the doc patch his ass up."
His eyes cut to Layla.
"Send in two more to take her as well. When the doctor's finished, bring her back to me."
The guards moved without hesitation. As the door shut behind them, the cook shuffled in, an older Mexican man, short and heavyset; carrying a platter piled high with steaming food. He balanced the oversized tray like a seasoned server.
After placing it on the table, he left, leaving me and Becca alone with Hector. He took his usual seat at the table, spreading his napkin over his lap as he always did.
"Let's go. Fix your own plates and eat up. I have other plans for the two of you today."
Here were go. What now?
Becca and I helped ourselves to the lasagna, and rolls spread out before us. I glanced at my friend. She looked like I felt….nervous about the change of plans. We ate in silence while Hector typed on his cell phone between bites of food.
Whatever the diabolical monster had up his sleeve, I was going to make sure I enjoyed this late lunch before he ruined it for us. Food was the only joy left, so I took my time savoring every forkful. I found it odd that he never served Mexican dishes. It was always American fare.
He ate one last bite before snapping his fingers, grabbing our attention. We put our utensils down and looked at him while he spoke. Even the smallest mistake could result in a severe beating with the belt.
"I had my nephew flown into the compound from America. My half-sister—his mother is half Mexican from my father, and her mother was as white as the twoof you. I would like to start training him to take over the family business because I have no sonsyet."
He looked right at me when he coined the word,yet.
"My plan for the both of you is to visit one of the other buildings. You haven't seen the compound and what really goes on, so I would like to show you how the other ninety-eight percent of the women on this property live. We have a very important party tomorrow night, and I want to ensure you mind your manners and do as you're told when my very wealthy guests arrive."
