WARNING: From this chapter onwards the story gets darker. There will be an amount of violence, sexual references and acts in this chapter. If you are easily disturbed then I suggest you skip this chapter. I know I stated at the beginning of this new revamped version of this story that I was going to remove the sex scenes or violence but this story won't work without them, so apologies but they are going back in from now on.

Juice lay in a crumpled bloodied heap on the cold concrete floor; he tried to sleep but was in too much pain. When he had tried to defy him, Dion had become enraged and lashed out at him. He had mistakenly thought that he would be able to fight back but he had been so wrong about that.

FLASHBACK

Without warning, Dion stood up and swung his booted foot back and kicked Juice hard, the force of it lifting him slightly off the floor and knocking him into the wall behind him. As he had fallen forwards back towards the man standing in front of him he had felt more blows to his rib cage as Dion's foot connected again and again. This seemed to go on for a number of minutes until he felt one of Dion's hands on the back of his neck, holding him roughly and forcing his face down onto the hard rough floor beneath him. He tried to struggle to somehow get Dion off him but it was to no avail, each and every small movement sent a blinding searing pain through his ribs and he found it difficult to breathe.

"I did give you the chance to do this the easy way….but…no…you had to be difficult. Well fine, I'm gonnna make you wish….you hadn't been so stubborn," Dion hissed in his ear. "Let me see your ass."

He felt Dion's other hand tugging at the waistband of his jeans and yanking them down his legs as he tried desperately to push Dion off but Dion stopped his futile attempts to defend himself by getting on top of him and pinning his body down with the weight of his larger body.

Juice's voice had broken as he pleaded with him not to do it and a single tear had slid down his face but Dion hadn't listened.

He had let out a cry when Dion had forced himself inside him, he had gone rigid, couldn't move, the pain had been worse than it had been in Stockton. After a while, Dion had stopped but Juice by this time, he had stopped screaming and thrashing about had become limp and passive. There had been no fight left in him, no anger, he had gone beyond normal feelings. He had stopped feeling the pain, it had felt like it was happening to someone else and he had become a spectator!

END FLASHBACK

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Dion's POV

The kid had decided to be defiant so he had had to punish him.

At first he couldn't believe it when Juice had glared back at him defiantly, he didn't think the kid would have been that stupid, when he thought back to how much he had hurt him that night in Stockton when he raped him the first time.

So when he saw the defiant look on the Juice's face something in him snapped and he found himself kicking the hell out of the kid, doing this for several minutes before he knelt down next to him and grabbed the back of his neck, forcing the Juice's face into the concrete, holding him there with his vice like grip while he ground his face into the hard floor.

Juice had tried to struggle against his hold but he had an advantage over the kid being that much bigger than him and the kid had been unable to break his hold on him. He was certain that Juice also was in a lot of pain, he thought that he had heard at least one of the kids ribs break as he had kicked mercilessly and when he had started to yank at the waistband of Juice's jeans, his struggles had become even more frantic and desperate as he tried to stop him but Dion had stopped any further attempts from him when he had pinned him with his own body weight.

When he had Juice pleading with him to stop, his voice breaking, he had felt so powerful and strong. Dion thought back to that night in the Stockton infirmary and he remembered what he had said to Juice.

"I'll show you what it means to be fucked."

He had leant forward and whispered in Juice's ear. "I'm gonna stick my dick in your ass and fuck you the same way I did in Stockton."

Then without any preparation, he forced himself inside Juice, the kid screaming and begging him to stop and Dion growled at him.

"You can feel that going in can't yah, if you don't want it to hurt worse, I suggest you stop fighting me….Just lay there and enjoy it…..I know you will if you just relax."

After a while Juice had stopped struggling and had just lain there. 'Ah' Dion thought to his self, 'I knew he would stop and start to enjoy it.'

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When Dion had finally finished and climbed off Juice, he left him on the ground alone laying in the dark and it was a few moments before Juice was able to get control of his shaking, pain racked body. He gingerly and slowly reached down and tried to pull his jeans back up but the effort was too much and he gave up.

He heard a sudden movement by the door and he flinched as he saw someone enter. Juice started to sob in panic as he thought that it was Dion coming back to hurt again but he realised that it was one of the men that had brought him here. The guy knelt down next to Juice and he felt his hand on the waistband of his jeans, fearing that he was going to hurt him Juice tried to pull away but stopped when the guy simply pulled up his jeans to cover his nakedness.

Brian's POV

I had been in the main room of the building that we were presently using to keep the kidnaped SON in when I heard an awful scream coming from the direction of the room where we had left the guy, one of the other members looked up and I heard him chuckle.

"Looks like he is showing that fucker the meaning of pain."

He had an almost feral look to his face as he said it and I looked at him in some confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Zack had looked at me in disbelief, "You're not that bloody stupid are you….Dion's raping him."

Zack looked bemused and continued when he saw the shocked look on my face.

"My god, you are….What did you think he was going to do to the guy once we had him. Make him cookies and coffee. That little bastard in there is the reason why Dion got beaten up in Stockton. He'll be lucky if all my brother does to him is rape him."

I looked down the hallway towards the room as another pain filled scream echoed from the room and then there was silence. A few moments later, I saw Dion walking back into the main room listening to someone on his phone and heard him mutter, "Yeah we got him and the rest of the SONS are in lockup."

He snapped the phone shut and glanced over to the others.

"Oy come on, we got to go somewhere."

Glancing over to me he ordered me to stay and keep an eye on our prisoner.

As soon as I heard the sound of the car moving away down the road, I went and checked on our guest. As I pushed the door open I could see him lying on the floor in a broken bloodied heap, his jeans around his knees which he was trying to pull back up. He looked to be in a lot of pain and as I walked closer to him and knelt down next to him, I saw him flinch. I could see blood on the inside of his thighs and between the cheeks of his ass.

I pulled his jeans up for him and felt him flinch as I did so; he looked in a bad way. He was having trouble breathing and I was aware of the sound of quiet sobs coming from him and from the unfocused look of his eyes it looked as though he was not totally aware of me sitting next to him. His eyes were beginning to swell up and it looked like he was going to have a pair of shiners in a few hours and his nose which broken. Things were not looking good for him.