13. ~Caleb~

"Stop… just… fucking stop."

Elijah snapped his fingers and the six of his guys that he'd brought into this shitshow stilled immediately.

Relief sung through me as the girls finally got a reprieve.

A half a dozen of them were strung up on the banquet tables, their feet bolted to the tabletops, their arms yanked above their heads by chains screwed into the ceiling above. A couple of them had been whipped mercilessly by Elijah's guys, another two had been tormented by a vibrator and forced to come again and again, a dildo had been shoved painfully into another, and the sixth girl had been fucked from behind by one of the guys up on the table with her.

"Hold up, boys," Elijah ordered as he pushed from leaning against the wall happily watching them being abused and tormented.

He walked to me where I was strapped naked to a long metal table over in the far end, positioned to be forced to watch the sadistic show he'd put on for me.

He reached me and ran his palm over my flaccid cock, making me shudder. "The last two times you begged me to stop this, you refused to give me a reason. Is this time going to be different?"

"Yes. Just… leave them. Leave them alone."

He trailed his hand up my abs, over my pecs, then felt all over my jaw. "Much better all shaved and smooth. Smooth everywhere, just the way I like my special boy."

I turned my head away.

At his snarl, I cut in quickly, "You touching me impacts my focus. What I have to say is business, full concentration needed."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Hmm, I'm pleased to hear you admit to the effect I have on you. Very promising so far. Continue with your business."

"Caspian won't give you King. Ever. No matter what you do to me. No matter what you come at him with. He won't allow you to wield all that power. But, there is a way for you to take it."

"My physical resources have been severely compromised since the night of his takedown. Even if you gave me an effective way to ambush him, I don't have enough manpower anymore to launch an assault like that. Not for now at least."

"It's not about manpower. You need somebody possessing my skills."

"Your security networking abilities? Hacking?"

One of his weaknesses was that he was nowhere near as technically minded as Caspian. He had no clue and the hired muscle around him here were just that, muscle. I'd been observing them since I'd been here and determined that much.

"Yeah. If you get me in front of the right equipment, I can take what you want from the inside. That's how you'll get King."

"Hmm. I like it." He strolled around the table, trailing his fingers down my body until he reached my cock. "Of course, I'll have to verify this concept first." He had me jolting as he grasped my shaft, then began stroking me, trying to make me hard. "I also need to ensure this isn't a ruse on your part, that you're really with me, that you've finally come to your senses and realized that there's no way out for you but becoming mine." He released my cock and walked around to my head. "I can make things much more pleasant for you going forward. I can give you a fulfilling life by my side." He gestured at the girls. "It doesn't have to be like this."

He ordered his men. "We're done with the girls."

Relief sung through me as I watched the fuckers unbind them and help them down from the tables. It had worked, I'd managed to spare them.

A snap from Elijah's fingers ripped all of that away.

And in the next second, I watched his men pull their knives, grab a girl each, then slit their throats right there.

"No!" I screamed, thrashing on the table. "I just gave you what you wanted!"

He blocked my view, awful gurgling cries filling my ears as the hostages lives slipped away.

"You did and you've pleased me. But to turn over this new leaf, we need to put your past mistakes to rest. That was your punishment."

"My… what?"

"You facilitated Sebastian's escape. It not only served to piss me off and impact my plans, it's also compromised this location. But now that's done, we can move forward. And that requires a show of good faith on your part, something concrete to prove your submission. Otherwise, what can I possibly think but your offer being a mere ruse to hold me off?"

He climbed onto the table and straddled me.

Smirking, he opened his dress pants and pulled his cock out.

I choked at the disturbing girth. Jesus.

"Show me you're truly my special boy." In the next moment, he was straddling my face, his thighs clamping down around the sides of my head. He rubbed his cock on my cheek, then called over to his guys, "Relieve yourselves. Cover him in your cum. Make sure a couple of you shoot over his raw and very sore asshole too. After all, my pet likes a bit of pain."

Before I could react or do a thing as they all strode over, jerking their sweats down, Elijah shifted a little, then thrust his cock down my throat.

I gagged immediately at the brutal angle.

"Open that throat. Submit, boy. Show me you're with me."

I tried to relax, but he didn't give me much chance as he jackhammered down my throat, holding my head tightly and skull-fucking the hell out of me.

"Looks like he's submitting, Bane," one of his guys called. "He's hard as hell now."

Fuck.

Elijah stroked the sides of my head. "There's my good boy. You deserve a reward. Unfortunately, that will have to come later now that we have to move from this place. Time's almost up. Ungh… what a fucking mouth." He held deep down my throat, cutting off my breathing entirely. I convulsed on the table and winced as hot cum spurted in and around my asshole. Elijah grinned down at me. "Have a nice sleep. When you wake, you'll feel a lot better. Now that you're my good boy, you deserve my best."

All of a sudden, he ripped his cock out of my throat, making me choke and splutter, saliva dripping down my chin.

And then he drove back in.

It was more brutal than before.

Completely merciless.

He kept holding deep, right to the back of my throat, cutting off my airflow.

Over and over until I was beyond lightheaded.

He didn't give me a chance to take a breath.

And then when he held deep yet again, blackness filled my vision.

The disgusting taste of his pre-cum on my tongue was the last thing I was aware of before everything slipped away.

My eyes snappedopen and I jolted as I found myself submerged in water.

Warm water this time.

I blinked to get a better handle on my surroundings.

I was naked in a large bath with the jets swirling. My arms were stretched out on either side of me and bound by metal cuffs screwed into the sides of the tub itself.

I jolted as the door opened and the madman himself strode in.

A full body shudder quickly took me over next when I saw he was only wearing a silk crimson robe that was hanging off him and open, revealing his naked body beneath, his hard muscle and his dangerously-sized cock fucking hard.

He smiled in that faux kind way. "Feeling better?" He gestured at the water. "It's full of special healing salts to soothe your sore body." He sat on the edge of the tub. "I know I put you through a lot, but that's done with now. You're finally cooperating." He trailed his fingers up my right arm. "I'm just going to need one final gesture of good faith from you."

He pulled away, then shucked off his robe.

And then he was climbing into the bath. "Let's be sure you're ready to give it before we go any further, though."

"I already told you—"

He grasped my thigh. "I mean, physically. Shh now. Let me see." The next thing I knew, his hand was slipping beneath the water, then he had me jolting as his finger traced my hole. I shuddered and his eyes narrowed at my reaction. "Have you been lying to me when you promised me your submission?"

"No. It's not that." The hell it wasn't. Motherfucker.

He frowned in thought. "You're afraid you're still raw and swollen?"

"Yeah."

"You've been out for a couple of days during the move to this new location. I've had you treated since then, taken care of." He pushed a finger into my ass and I struggled to force down my disgusted reaction as he began probing around next, twisting and curling, inspecting.

He abruptly pulled it free, then sucked it into his mouth, smirking at me as he licked off my taste.

"You're fine. Well, it'll be a little sore, but that will serve you well given your fondness for pain. You can take me without any permanent damage." He grasped both my thighs and shoved them up. "You will feel me for days, though. But with your vowed submission, that should be extremely appealing to you." He smirked. "I know it is to me." He released my thighs and ordered, "Remain open to me. Hold, boy."

He shifted his weight, grasped his giant cock with one hand, then grabbed my ass with the other, angling me roughly. He got his face up close, watching me intently for any sign of resistance or disgust—testing me to the max—as he eased into my hole, his thick crown stretching me open painfully. My cock jerked at the sensation.

"Show me," he rasped as he pushed in another inch. "Show me that you're mine now. Relax this hot little ass, welcome me in, pet."

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to stop resisting.

"Ahh, yeah, there it is."

He sank in deeper, stretching so slowly, drawing it out, making me feel him driving deeper and deeper, taking possession of more and more of me.

I tried to slip into that headspace that I had been since all of this insanity had started. With my meditation techniques, I'd been able to disassociate from it, from him and what his men had subjected me to. I hadn't really been here, hadn't been present for most of it.

I'd been in another place altogether, protected from the brutal and twisted reality.

Except… except when he'd murdered those women.

"Open your eyes."

No. No. No.

When I didn't right away, he grasped my cock. Hard.

They snapped open involuntarily, meeting his that were gazing deeply back at me.

"No slipping away." He loosened his grip on my shaft and started stroking me sensually, flicking his thumb over the tip and teasing. "I'm not going to hurt you. So you can't hide behind that, pretending you hate it, denying that you want me. I'm going to ensure you enjoy every moment of it, of being pleasured by me. You'll come into my hand, you'll fuck back on my cock lodged deep in your lovely asshole, all the while you're looking deep into my eyes knowing that it"s me fucking you, that it's me whose touch and cock you're succumbing to."

Shit. No.

He angled his cock, hitting that sweet spot. It had me arching my back involuntarily.

He smirked and did it again and again until I was grinding my hips in response.

"There's my special boy." He slicked his tongue over my lips. "Open."

I did, knowing he would only prolong this sick game if I didn't.

And then he was sliding his tongue along mine, then delving inside my mouth, tasting me everywhere, making his claim.

He picked up his pace, plunging into my ass, angled just right, while he also stepped up the torment of my cock.

A groan left me as he forced pleasure from me.

"Ungh… fuck," I cried out.

"Yeah, you're letting me get really deep. No lube either. You're absolutely desperate for my cock, Caleb. You opened so perfectly. You're keeping your promise like a good boy." He grunted as he took his pleasure. "I'm all about anal. Only with women, actually, until you. But this hot little hole of yours is far above all the rest. Holy hell, boy, you're really something."

He started jackhammering into me, his hand also becoming a violent whirlwind all over my cock.

I couldn't help it, I slammed back and forth on his cock and drove mine into his hand.

"Very nice. That's right. Fuck back on me."

It was coming… I couldn't stop it.

"Gonna come?" he asked in a taunting tone, way too pleased with himself that he'd wrenched this out of me.

"Yes," I choked.

His thumb pressed harshly to my tip, making me cry out.

"Final test for my pet. Beg me."

Son of a bitch.

He grasped my jaw and said between grunts as he bottomed out in my ass and continued driving me out of my mind, "Beg me to make you come. Tell me I own your hot little ass. Use my name. Say it." He dug his fingers into my skin. "Final test of submission, then I'll know you're really with me."

"I…"

He released my jaw. "Submit to me, boy. Let go, let it all out. Give in to who you truly are. Mine."

"Make me come, Elijah. Please… own me."

His eyes flamed and he lost it then, releasing my cock, then grabbing my ass and fucking into me like a madman, reaming my hole and making me lose my ever-loving mind from the insane intensity.

Ecstasy crashed into me and I roared out into the room as I came, shooting into the bath and twisting on his cock as it took me over.

He snarled, then I felt his cum spurting inside me a moment later. "Fuck me!" he cried. "That's it! That's fucking it!"

I was panting as he slipped from me, then rose to his feet right in front of me.

"I'm very pleased with your progress," he said as he wiped his cock over my cheeks, using me like a fucking rag—just another form of his domination, of putting me in my place.

He smirked at me as he climbed out of the bath and shucked his robe back on, even though he was still dripping wet.

He tied it, then reached over and ruffled my hair like a dog.

"Now then, time to get down to business."