Mike Chilton, arms tied behind his back, knelt before the three biggest assholes he knew. Kane, standing as if he were an army commander, towered over him, a snide grin on his face. The Duke sat, not too far from Kane, in one of Kane's many pristine swivel chairs; his cane soiled with what Mike knew was his blood. Red, the ever mysterious bastard, had decided to reveal his face; the scarred, eyepatched red head had a firm grip on Mike's hair, crouched to his side, yet still in his peripheral vision.
Kane did a slow circle around Chilton, as a wolf might to its prey; Red smirking up at him with a sickening gleam in his eye. Mike felt bile rise to his throat, disgusted with the level of betrayal to the people Red was trying to avenge by 'ending' Mike. "So, what, Duke? The name's just a title? Don't care that Kane is probably going to double cross-" Red administered a swift slap upside Mike's face, making the olive skinned man hiss in pain. Kane smirked and the Duke scoffed. "Mike, baby, this is a neutral territory I walk," The Duke pushed his chair across the room, halting just in front of Mike. The Duke traced his can under Mike's chin and tapped him playfully on where Red had just slapped. Blood ran down the side of Mike's face was smeared further along his jaw line.
Mike shivered at the way that the Duke leered at his crimson wounds, looking almost hungry in his examination. The burner felt a foot push against the base of his spine and press down slowly, evenly; the pressure moved forward, forcing Mike into a bow. Any resistance would earn increased pressure. Mike growled in anger. Duke pulled his cane back, rolling towards Kane's desk and setting the obscenely decorative accessory on the minimalist surface. He arose this time, returning to the bloodied burner, removing his glasses and tucking them into his jacket.
Red gripped Mike's hair ever tighter, yanking back ever harder, dragging Mike's head so far that his eyes watered. Kane slid his foot down Mike's spine with a firm command. "Stay." Mike obliged; what choice did he have? Red looked up at Kane, eyes alight with sick glee. "Can we start slicing him up?" Mike forced a lump in his throat down at the nauseating glee in Red's tone. Kane chuckled and Mike could just make out a large hand tracing Red's jaw line. "Patience, kid, patience."
Red looked away from his employer, a pout on his face. The Duke laughed. "You train your pets to love you, Kane, babe." Red snarled. "I'm not his pet." Mike forced a snort, a futile attempt to maintain his cockiness. Red only slammed his face into the ground with a feral growl. Kane said nothing, simply glaring at Red in disapproval. "Duke, since you are a guest in my city," Kane began, sliding towards the Duke, who nonchalantly turned his head to the larger man, "I'd expect you to treat my property with respect." Red said nothing, but he did clench his jaw I annoyance.
The Duke cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. The overdressed man, to Mike's horror, slid his hand down Kane's chest. He got real close to Kane's ear and whispered something softly, so soft that neither Red or Mike could hear. Red bristled, forcing Mike to kneel upright. "Are we going to do this or what?" he snapped, flicking open his switchblade. Mike stared at the gleaming weapon in wavering confidence, eyes flickering to the Duke and Kane, who remained intimately close. "Yes, yes, cool your jets, Cherry," the Duke teased, slipping away from Kane and bringning his gator to Mike's stomach with a swift kick.
Taken aback, Mike spluttered, swearing under his breath. Kane chuckled once more, replacing Red's hand on his head. "Remember the good ol' days when you listened to Daddy and he rewarded you for your obedience?" he muttered huskily, drawing heat to Mike's cheeks. The Duke threw his head back in laughter. "Chilton was your bitch, huh?" The Duke glowered at Mike, all the laughter gone. "It suits him, I suppose; to be a dog at his master's feet." Mike bore his teeth in anger, only to have Red hold his blade to his mouth, forcing him to open as he near crushed his jaw in his black gloved hand. Mike didn't remove his attention from the blade and Red purred in delight from the cold blooded fear in his eyes.
Kane agreed with Duke, kneeling in front of Mike, who dared to let his eyes flicker to Kane. Kane, who traced his hands down Mike's throat and settled on the base of his collar bone. He knelt in, careful of the blade. "I could kill you so easily, Michael. I could crush your throat and watch as you gasped for air and drowned in your own blood." Mike wasn't sure where to look, but he noticed that the Duke had disappeared behind him. Panic swept through him and he began to heave.
Kane tightened his grip ever so slightly. "I won't though." Mike stared at the man who set out to make every day a living hell for him. Kane glowered and Red snickered, grazing Mike carefully with his blade. "I'd much rather see you drown on my cock, Chilton."
Before air could so much as escape his lungs, Mike was thrust forward, the knife slicing a thin cut on the edge of his mouth. Knees spread and clamped to stay that way by God knows what, Mike felt the Duke peel off his pants. Terror stricken, mouth filled with blood, nose dripping with his essence, Mike could only jerk as the Duke slammed a gloved hand on his ass. Red and Kane held Mike down by his shoulders, Red making sure to press hard enough to strain Mike's bones.
"Stop it you sick fucks! STOP IT!" Mike was rewarded for his outbursts with more smacks to his exposed ass, the stinging sensation only amplified by the Duke's gloves. Kane and Red, both with one knee on each of Mike's shoulder blades, closed the distance between them with an angry, needy clash of teeth. Mike whimpered, fucking whimpered, as he felt his ass begin to raw with the Duke's merciless slaps. There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say, nothing left to be said; Mike could see Red palming himself through his black suit, erection prominent. Mike gagged at the keens and whimpers of pleasure Red elicited and nearly sobbed when he recalled times when he was in Red's position. When he begged in such shameless, wordless sounds.
"Fuck, Kane, that's hot as shit," Duke chimed in, no longer spanking Mike. Instead, Mike felt the Duke lean forward, over his body, shifting his gloved hand to encase the back of Mike's neck. Mike choked back sobs as fingernails dug between his muscles, breaking his skin, and the eerily familiar sensation of a clothed cock grinding against his ass. "Please…" The plea escaped his mouth without his consent and Kane only tutted him like a child, breaking away from a now irritated Red. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Mike's head was forced to look up at an impossible angle, causing the Duke's nails to dig further into his skin.
Kane traced the skin under Mike's eye in an almost tender way, though Kane's faux compassion was not bought into. Mike was trembling, he noted, and his eyes were pleading,begging to be let go. Oh, but Kane saw it such a different way. No, that was a face that was begging to be fucked. The Duke leaned towards Kane, as if to invite him to a kiss, but the larger man refused. "Please, you are my guest, make yourself comfortable with my darling Red."
Red growled, and yet… Mike could see the clash of dominance between the two even as Kane unzipped his Kaneco approved pants. "Kane, come on, this isn't-" Mike began to rasp, only to have the Duke's grip tighten. The flamboyant man ripped away from Red, who was lapping at Duke's neck now, all preface hatred forgotten; and snarled in anger. "Shut it Chilton," he snapped, earning a scream of agony from Mike as his nails began to swim in blood. "You've stalled long enough, Kane, hurry this up." The Duke was having another one of his bouts of rage, probably brought on by his clothed erection that demanded attention now.
Kane glared at Duke, but allowed it. He himself was becoming impatient. Kane looked back down at Chilton, whose face and neck were coated with drying blood, and smiled in such a bittersweet way it made Mike's stomach reel. Kane pried open Mike's mouth, gripping him tight and raising his gaze. Stony eyes, cold eyes, stared back into Mike's bruised ones. "If I feel you even thinking about using your teeth, Chilton, I will have you fucked by my entirearmy. Do I make myself clear?" Mike mustered a glare and allowed Kane's cock to ease into his mouth, the cut Red made on his lip stinging as the skin was stretched. Kane sighed in relief. "Isn't that a good boy?"
Red was panting above Mike, and the Burner could feel the once vigilante grind shamelessly against his jacket. The Duke was as kind as to work himself in his own hand, rather than against Mike's person. Chilton choked as Kane pushed into him mercilessly, pressing his cock as deep as he could into Mike's mouth, blood leaving a trail of red in its quake. Mike trembled as he felt Red, out of nowhere, cut through his jacket and slice the skin of his forearm. He screamed into Kane's cock, careful, so careful, as to not bite down. Kane moaned in pleasure, a rumbling sound that shook Mike to his very core. He would never forget that sound. Not ever.
The Duke, for the second time, tore from Red. Removing his hand from Mike's neck, he positioned himself readily behind Mike. "May I?" The Duke purred as his cock came within a hair's breath of Mike's entrance. Mike looked up at Kane, desperately. Maybe he'd be selfish and refuse Duke this "pleasure". Maybe Mike would simply be made to suck Kane off whilst the others watch. A child's wish.
Kane pulled out of Mike reluctantly, strings of saliva and precum following. Red instantaneously moved in, but Kane pushed back. "Lie him on his back," he ordered. The Duke did as he was told, as soon as Red removed himself from Mike, the Duke flipped Chilton over unceremoniously. For the first time, Mike could see what was keeping his legs apart. It was a black bar, clamped to his legs with non flexible cuffs. His pants were brought down to just above the cuffs, his cock lying limply on his stomach. Kane noticed his lack of excitement and snapped Red to it. The hired help whined in protest; a protest in which Kane returned with a firm slap. "Do what daddy says," he snapped. Red shrank back and reluctantly grabbed Mike's cock in his gloved hand, sneering at Chilton. "St-stop!" Mike choked as his cock was forced to stand haphazardly at attention.
Red only made a face of spite, working Chilton faster, working his cock better than anyone Mike knew. Mike threw his head back and made a garbled scream, which was soon drowned out by a pleasured moan. Kane and Duke watched, smiled on their faces, as Red brought Mike higher and higher to his peak, the gasping man begging for it to stop. Kane nodded the Duke to between Mike's legs; a suggestion that the Duke happily took. Kane slid around Mike, kneeling on his chest, cock still out, and blocking his view. "Red, I want you on Mike's cock. Now." Red made an undignified noise of discontent, but followed Kane's command. The hired mercenary pulled out a vile of lube he'd been saving for a moment like this, despite thinking he'd be using it to fuck Mike in the ass. A win was a win, nevertheless.
It all happened so fast, too fast, and not fast enough. Red slid down on Mike, who gasped and cried out just wide enough for Kane to slide into his mouth. Meanwhile, the Duke had slicked his own cock and began his decent into Mike's ass, feeling the muscles clench so tightly that it was borderline painful. Mike screamed into Kane, begs and pleas unheard through Kane's member in his mouth. Red, facing the Duke, moaned brokenly as he fucked himself onto Mike's cock, trying to graze his prostate with the slightly withering dick inside of him. "Give him the stuff," Red whined like a child deprived of candy as Duke pounded into Mike at an uncontained rate.
Kane grunted, pulling out what looked like powdered candy. Kane slid his cock out of Mike's mouth, holding the man's bleeding nose roughly as he forced Mike to consume the powder aphrodisiac through his screams of pain and broken gasps. And again his cock passed Mike's bruised lips. The world went hazy, the sensations he felt amplified, pain searing like a cattle prod, and the pleasure. The hidden, forbidden pleasure that tickled the very tip of the knife blade; it, too, was amplified.
Mike screamed incoherently, bucking his hips violently into Red and against the Duke. There was no hesitation, no recompense, only that beautiful, beautiful ecstasy that teased him. He hardly noticed when Red spun around, facing Kane. Mike felt nothing, and yet everything, when Red shoved Mike' shirt upwards, cut ever so carefully into Mike's abdomen, sliding his still clothed fingers into his chest, and began to trace his wounds with his tongue. He only felt that blissful pain and the God sent detachment from everything. And when mirthful laughter and muscles around him clenched, he felt peace. On the floor, bloodied, soiled, and drugged, Mike Chilton found peace.