58. Kyle

CHAPTER 58

Kyle

T he weight of Theta's hand rested on Kyle's shoulder. Not squeezing, not digging in, just...there.

"I'm going to hurt him now, darling, and then keep on hurting him," Theta told Akira in an almost gentle voice. "You're not going to like it."

The hand slid down to Kyle's waist and began to pluck at his belt, undeterred by the way Kyle tried to buck him away with his hips. "When he starts screaming, you're going to break and give our mayor that apology. For the love of the stars, make sure you record it, because it's only going to happen once," he added in exasperation, evidently to Bear and his men, for they all fumbled to pull out their runepads and turn them on Akira. He just gave them a cold-eyed glare.

"Then I'm going to build you back up, Akira," Theta murmured from behind Kyle, "better and stronger than before. Look what you've already achieved: imagine what you could do if you weren't hampered by your concern for gold-digging sluts."

Kyle growled out futile complaints as Theta worked his belt free and tugged down his jeans, running the head of the dildo down the crease of his bare ass and making him flinch. Bear and the other men elbowed each other, murmuring unhappily but still settling in for the show.

"Kyle!"

"I made you from nothing," said Theta, seemingly ignoring Akira's cries, "made you Master of your own House, and now you hold power that the child I rescued could never have dreamed of. And you'd throw it all away for this boy ?"

"Fuck off, Theta," Kyle snapped, pleased his fear hadn't stolen his voice nor the disdain in it. "Can't you take the hint that Akira doesn't need nor want you, now or ever?"

The man's hand wrapped ruthlessly around his throat from behind. "Fancy my cock instead, Randall?" he hissed in his ear. "That can easily be arranged."

Size wise, absolutely. Kyle had never seen the man naked, but there was no way he was as large as the toy he held. Yet the thought of Theta's own flesh inside him made him shudder in disgust.

"No," Akira said hoarsely. "I'll apologise to Mackenroth. I'm sorry," he rasped, his face turned in Bear's direction but his bloodshot eyes never leaving Kyle's. "I'm sorry! Whatever you want from me, I'm sorry!"

Theta scoffed. "I think we've earned a genuine apology by now, Akira."

"It is! Simon, please! I'm so sorry!"

Something heavy fell to the floor and nudged against Kyle's ankle. He stared at the object for a long moment until the purple dildo registered.

Oh, fuck. No.

"This all began with you refusing to take it like a good little whore," Theta said nastily, and this time the reduced volume indicated he was talking to Kyle. "Let's fix that, shall we?"

"Kyle!" Akira roared, thrashing so wildly on the floor that Mouse took a further step backwards. The words were laced with terror, something Akira's voice was never meant to hold. "Don't you touch him, Simon! Kyle!"

"No lubricant, I think, not with all the trouble you've caused. I'm going to go in raw and enjoy ripping you to pieces doing it," murmured Theta, and when he positioned himself close behind Kyle and nudged at his exposed entrance, Kyle realised how real that threat was. Without lube, without preparatory stretching…his insides would be wrecked.

"Look at him," the man hissed, pulling on his hair to force Kyle's head up and towards Akira. "Make sure he sees each one of your tears."

This was going to hurt. Fuck that, it was going to be agony.

Kyle tensed at the feeling of Theta pushing against him, his ears reverberating with the force of Akira's howls, and-

Boom.

The city exploded.