They brought them to Andre's house. The broken window was boarded up, but everything else was the same. Bruno did not want to go in there. It was the place of his nightmares. He started to struggle pulling away from the man that held his upper arm tightly. "I can't go in there. Don't make me go in there!" He shouted fearfully.
"What wrong?" Valentina ridiculed. "Afraid to face the place you once shared with the man you murdered!" Bruno turned his head and bit the hand gripping him.
"Fuck!" The man yelled letting go, but two of the others grabbed Bruno quickly before he could even start running.
"I'm warning you," Val said getting uncomfortably close, leaning her head up to reach her lips to his ear. She whispered so that Maria would not hear. "If you do not cooperate and do everything I want, I'm going to let my friends take advantage of Dolores. And when their done, I'm going to fuck her with my knife until she bleeds to death."
Bruno took an unsteady breath and looked at Dolores with worry. She looked back at him in shock and fear, having heard it. Val dug her nails into his cheeks and pulled his face to look down at her. "I want you to promise me that you are going to do everything I want. Say it," she demanded.
"I promise," He whispered in defeat, heart beating too fast in his chest. He was more afraid for his niece than himself.
They all stepped into the house. It was odd for Maria to see it; it looked exactly like the one Andre had back home. Dolores was reluctant to be here again, remembering what happened to her Tio last time. She looked toward him to check if he was okay. He was not. His eyes darted around the room in fear, as if Andre himself would jump out as a surprise.
A strange man came walking out of the bathroom startling everyone. He about 55 years old, had a scruffy beard and short curly hair. He was almost as tall as Andre and was very muscular. He wore dirty brown pants, muddy boots, and a white sleeveless shirt.
"Val," He greeted sauntering over to them holding a bag. "I got some of Julieta's food from town like you wanted." Valentina jumped for joy and grabbed it looking inside. "Bruno and Dolores Madrigal?" he questioned seeing their hostages. He didn't recognize Maria or her sons, but he didn't really care. "You're not starting trouble with the Madrigals are you?"
"You should be excited, Daz," Val responded closing the bag with a satisfied smirk. "Bruno's the reason those men came into the encanto and burned your crops. I figured you'd want in on some revenge."
The man, Daz, glared at Bruno. He worked hard on those crops and those men had almost killed his prized horse. "Rumor has it that those men were just random marauders, it makes a little more sense that the bringer of bad luck would be behind it."
"That's not all. He also killed Andre," She said knowing he would be pissed. Daz had not only been one of Andre's closest friends in the encanto, but he had been a mentor and a lover. He taught Andre all he knew about carpentry and love making. Daz had always been a little annoyed about Andre's obsession Bruno, but he let it slide because Andre was a good kid at heart.
"Whatever you have planned," Daz said balling his hands in to angry fists ready to beat Bruno to death. "I'm in." Val smiled, she knew he would be. It's exactly why she had sent him on an errand and told him to meet her here. She had always been a little pissed that he got to be with Andre, and she was pushed to the side. But he was strong, experienced, and a lot smarter than her friends. So she could use him.
"Maria, I think you and your sons should wait in here while I extract the information you need from Bruno in the bedroom," Val suggested. "I see the way you look at him. You can't stand it when he gets hurt. But if you want to know who killed your husband then I need to hurt him."
"Fine," Maria agreed knowing this was true. She was honestly starting to regret this. The new information of Dante having condoned Andre's terrible actions toward Bruno made her sick. She didn't want to believe it though, so she stuck with the plan. "Just don't kill him, or we're going to have problems." Val nodded and smiled walking into the room followed by Bruno, Daz, and her friends. The appearance of Daz was worrying. Maria and her son's were greatly out numbered, but she would not give up on helping Bruno.
Dolores was sat on the couch. Marco sat next to her to make sure she stayed there while Rico took the time to look out the windows in case anyone intruded. Maria paced the room thinking. She and Dante were a criminal team, but she wasn't so sure she knew what he really got up to when she wasn't around. She was beginning to worry that she was seeking revenge for someone that died for a good reason.
In the bedroom, Val was excited to get started. Finally, she could avenge her beloved Andre. "When I found Andre's body," She began. "I almost didn't recognize him. His face was mostly gone and there was blood everywhere," she spat disgusted. "I could only tell it was him by his clothes. And now it makes sense. You fed him to your fucking rats!"
"What?" Daz asked angrily. Maria put a hand to his chest to stop him from moving toward Bruno, who was being held in place by two of her male friends.
"Andre suffered," Val went on. "Now I'm going to make you suffer. Strip him," she ordered. Her friends were getting excited. They all had animosity toward the prophet for his visions that had hurt their loved ones. This was long awaited justice to them.
Bruno tried to stop them, going rigid and making taking off his clothes difficult. "Cooperate you little shit. Remember what I told you," Val hissed. He started to tremble. He was scared and embarrassed. There were too many people here to see him naked and exposed. He lowered his head covering his face with his hair and closed his eyes. He then relaxed his body to allow them to take his clothes off more easily.
Feeling the rustling and pulling of the clothes Bruno's rat hid in, it peeked out seeing multiple people pulling at it's human. It quickly scurried onto Bruno's shoulder and jumped at the face of one of men. The man yelled in surprise, then in pain when small teeth bit into his nose. "Get it off! It's going to eat me!" He panicked. The others backed away in fear.
Bruno quickly grabbed his rat off the man's face. No other rats came around to his relief. He didn't think his rats could take on so many people. And he didn't want to witness the horror of watching them attack and eat another person.
Daz was used to dealing with rats on his farm. He often set deadly traps for them. So while the others were to scared to get close, he wasn't. He approached the small man, who backed into a corner and away from the larger man. "Give me the rat," Daz ordered putting his hand out.
"She was just trying to protect me," Bruno explained. "Please don't hurt her. Please, just let me put her outside."
"I don't give a shit!" Daz bellowed scaring Bruno, making him shrink away. "You fed the most important person to me in this entire world to those disgusting creatures. Give me the rat."
"No," the prophet said holding the rat close to his chest.
Filled with rage, and mourning the lose of his friend, Daz grabbed Bruno's hands enclosing over them. The rat curled into Bruno's hands for protection. "I have no sympathy for a rat, and even less for you," The large man spat. He then squeezed Bruno's hands against the rat tightly.
"No!" Bruno yelled as the larger and much stronger worker hands forced his hands against his rat squeezing it tighter and tighter. Bruno tried to pull away but Daz stood close trapping him against the wall so he couldn't go anywhere.
"Please stop! Don't!" he yelled desperately. "I'll do anything you want! Just please don't do this!" The rat started to squeak in panic as it's movements became restricted and it's small furry body was slowly crushed. Bruno sobbed struggling against the man hopelessly.
Suddenly Bruno's eyes filled with bright green light making Daz let go in surprise. The rat quickly jumped to the floor and squeezed under the door getting away and hiding. Before his vision could overtake his mind Bruno turned to the wall and slammed his head into it. The others watched in total confusion. He slammed his head into the wall again harder making the bright green glitch and his head go dizzy. One more slam into the wall made it go away.
Bruno slid his back down the wall sitting on the floor. The vision was gone for now. He just hoped whatever was meant to happen in this room, with these people, would remain a mystery and the vision wouldn't come until later. He peered around the floor and didn't see his rat; he sighed in relief.
"Did you see something?" Val asked fearfully. A vision from Bruno could be detrimental if it were about any of them. They all looked on in anticipation afraid of what he might say.
"No," Bruno answered bringing his knees under his chin and holding himself close for protection. "I stopped it."
"And you let that disgusting rat get away," Daz sulked. "Your visions aren't going to get you out of this." He grabbed the prophet by the hair pulling him to stand. "Strip him," he repeated Val's last order to her friends pushing the small man toward them. Daz sat in the chair in the corner to watch the show, while Val stood by smiling. She was a little wary of a vision, but she wasn't willing to stop because of it.
Bruno let them take his clothes off feeling ashamed. They slid his ruana and shirt off first. Then his pants and underwear. One of the men flicked his penis making him flinch. The prophet hid his face in his hair and closed his eyes as his body trembled.
Bruno gripped his arm with his opposite hand as he listened to the the people talk amongst each other and laugh. Standing there naked with all eyes on him was something out of a nightmare, only in a dream he could at least wake up. He hoped they would stop soon.
After a few long minutes someone finally touched him, grabbing his chin and pulling his head to look up. He kept his eyes closed not wanting to make what was happening more real. The person licked his cheek all the way over his eye lid, making him grimace. "Open your eyes," their deep voice said sounding amused. Bruno did as he was told only for the man to immediately spit in hie eye, followed by a hard slap to his right cheek. They all laughed.
Bruno wiped the spit off and held a shaky hand to his stinging face with wide eyes. Why were they doing this? The woman of the group pulled him by the hair and slapped his left cheek several times in quick succession. When she let go he backed away quickly until he hit the wall behind him. He watched with wide eyes panicked at they came toward him.
His hair was pulled making him move forward away from the wall and a knee connected harshly with his stomach making him double over. Someone kicked his leg out from under him causing him fall to the floor. Bruno covered his head with his arms as they kicked him in the stomach, genitals, back, ass, and head. No place was left untouched and he cried out with every kick.
Eventually they stopped. One of them grabbed his arms and pulled him to stand. His entire body ached and stung and he could barely keep his balance. Bruno kept his face hidden in his hair as he held his hands in front of him wanted to protect his battered body.
"You look better covered in bruises," one of them said making the others laugh. One of the men grabbed his nipples and twisted hard making Bruno hiss and try to move away from the pain. Another man got behind him, holding a hand to his stomach to push him back while grinding against his butt making the bruises sting.
"He's pretty soft and warm," The man behind commented grinding a little harder. The other's followed their friend's lead and began touching Bruno's body; running their hands in different places. He could feel them pinching, prodding, poking, and squeezing him. Bruno flinched and cried as he tried to stay still and not fight back for Dolores' sake.
"Every spot you touch gives you a different movement and noise," the one woman of the bunch laughed running her sharp nails against his inner thigh making him flinch and whine. "He's like a puppet." They all cackled.
They maneuvered him on to the bed, laying him down on his back. One of the men began to stroke Bruno's cock with curiosity, wondering what other noises he could make. The woman fondled his balls jabbing her nails against the sensitive flesh for fun. Another took their knife out and began making light cuts against his nipples. "Stop," Bruno couldn't help by whine. They only laughed and took it as encouragement. The third man started to choke him getting pleasure from the noises Bruno made trying to breathe.
Unable to breathe, Bruno went into fight or flight mode. He couldn't run so he started to struggle against them. His legs kicked out and his arms flailed. They held him down to continue. The knife pressed into his chest harder creating bloody X-shapes against both nipples. The woman got on his legs and started to rub herself against him, getting off on his suffering. The hand on his cock was able to make him hard and kept stroking.
Bruno's face began to turn red, still unable to breathe as one of the men cut off his air flow. His vision started to get blurry and he could feel the pressure of his nether regions. He was about to cum. Tears steamed down on to he bed. As much as he wanted to leave this world, he didn't want to go like this. Close to passing out he let out a groan as he came, spilling his cum onto his stomach. They all cackled and howled in amusement, as he was starting to lose consciousness.
"Enough," Val finally said. "You're going to kill him before Daz and I have a chance to have fun." They chuckled a bit more before finally releasing him. Bruno gasped for air and rolled on to his side. He coughed and rubbed at his sore throat. His skin felt hot and pain burned his chest from the cuts.
"You know this is all your fault right?" Val said to Bruno. "I deserved a chance to be with Andre and you took that away from me. He was a loving, caring romantic. All he ever did was talk about you and how much he loved you. He told me about all the wonderful things you two were going to do together. So, why did you kill him? Was he not good enough in bed? Did he not do enough for you? I guarantee he did everything for you, because that was the kind of person he was."
"He was a rapist," Bruno said bluntly and defiantly keeping his eyes averted. He hoped this would be the end of him. He wanted her to just kill him. Most of all, he was tired of people telling him about things they knew nothing about."He was a disgusting person. You're just like him. You two would have been great together."
"Hold him down," she said angrily. Each friend grabbed one of his limbs holding him down with his arms and legs stretched out. Daz watched from his chair in amusement. It was a little funny to see Val so upset over not being with Andre. Andre happened to be more interested in men, but he wouldn't bother to tell her that, she wouldn't listen any way.
Val placed the point of her knife to the base his now flacid penis. He whimpered and closed his eyes tightly waiting for the worst. "You got to have sex with Andre." Admittedly, she was jealous. "How was he in bed? Did he make you cum? Did he cum inside you?" She questioned almost afraid to know. It wasn't fair that this ungrateful little shit got to be with her beloved.
Bruno didn't answer, not wanting to make things worse for himself if she were not going to kill him. So she continued, "I'm going to make sex so repulsive for you, that the thought of it will make you vomit." He was in disbelief, had she deliberately ignored what he had said about Andre? After what that madman did to him, he was already sex repulsed.
She pressed the knife into his skin cutting shallowly and leaving blood to bead to the surface. Bruno's body tensed and he cried out trying to pull away. She cut over and under, spiraling the knife around his cock from the base to the tip. "Stop! Stop!" He screamed in pain as she got closer to the tip.
His body violently writhed, the movement made it hard to control her cutting and she cut deeper then expected in some places making him jerk harshly and shriek. As she slid the knife over the very tip, he could feel hot agony throughout his entire body like a lightning strike of all consuming pain. He squealed as he lost control pushing his head back and raising his chest, the only movement he could make to try and get away.
When she was done, her friends kept hold of him as agony reverberated through his body making him jerk and twitch harshly against their hold. Not many were laughing now, it was hard for the men to watch. The woman giggled to herself watching blood drip and gush.
Bruno was sweaty and twitching by the time they let go of him. He didn't bother to move, it stung and hurt in ways he could not describe. Moving could make it worse. His eyes burned from crying and he didn't think he could cry anymore, but more tears spilled out. "Kill me," he uttered just wanting it all to stop. He wanted to escape any way he could.
"Who killed Maria's husband?" Val finally asked looking down at his pathetic form limp on the bed. She wasn't even close to done and she would hold off on telling what he said until she was done.
Val didn't understand why Maria felt that she needed to protect Bruno for Andre. Bruno killed Andre. But once Maria got her revenge; Val would kill Bruno. Maria would be upset, but Val knew she'd come around when her mood improved from the revenge she'd get for her husband's death. Val's mood was improving by the minute from the torture she was inflicting.
Bruno wept, shakily staring at the ceiling through blurry eyes. He wouldn't give away Isabela, even if he had to suffer like this a hundred times. "I killed him," he sobbed.
Val sighed in annoyance, she was expecting him to at least name someone else. "Maria doesn't think so. Personally, I think you're to blame for it all. But a deal is a deal, so you're going to tell me who really did it. But take your time. We can do this for as long as it takes. Days and weeks," she giggled to herself
Bruno cried loudly, letting his sobs fill the room. It didn't matter that they were all watching him. He couldn't be any more embarrassed than he already was. And the pain and agony he felt was indescribably worse than being humiliated by their stares and laughter. "Damn Val," Daz said with some concern in his voice. "You made him cry like a little whining child. Very impressive."
"I have talent," she said jokingly. "Bend him over the bed for me guys," she instructed her friends. One of the men grabbed Bruno by his legs pulling and flipping him over the edge of the bed. Bruno let out a high pitched yell as he was settled over the bed with his injured cock squished against it. His bloody nipples smeared red all over the top blanket of the bed.
Another man climbed onto the bed to hold Bruno's shoulders down as Val got close with her knife. Bruno flinched feeling the tip of the knife touch his anus. "Andre put his dick inside of you didn't he? Did it feel good?" She asked. Her blade was smooth and sharp, about the size of a steak knife. She wondered if he could die this way.
"Do you like taking it up the ass?" she asked slipping the very tip inside of him not yet breaking skin.
"No," he cried gripping the bed trying to pull away. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest and he was going to vomit. "Please," he begged. "Please don't. I never wanted to do anything with him. Please believe me."
"You keep claiming that," She said smoothing her unoccupied hand over his butt feeling his surprisingly soft skin. "I guess I'm just having a hard time believing you." He rammed the knife inside of him. The hot burning sharp pain was so intense that he let out the loudest blood curdling scream anyone had ever heard. She didn't let up though, shoving it in and out stabbing his insides several times.
"How does that feel you little shit?!" She yelled completely pulling it out and standing over him listening as he screamed and cried into the mattress. It was music to her ears. His body twitched and tensed unable to settle down as the agony didn't let up for several minutes.
"Daz," She looked to the man silently sitting in Andre's chair. "You want to tap in?"
"Not yet," He said watching Bruno with a curious gaze. "Let your friends have some more fun and I'll take him on after he's healed. I want to start with a clean slate." He hated to admit it about the man that killed Andre; but, Bruno was actually sexually appealing. His small frame and large innocent teary eyes were getting to Daz. The sound of the small man crying and begging made Daz's cock twitch with excitement for someone so submissive and innocent looking.
Val shrugged. "You heard the man. Have some fun."
One of the men flipped Bruno over to lay on his back jostling his ruined body and making him whimper. He kept his eyes tightly shut not wanting to see what they were going to do to him. He could feel the man lift his leg to rest it on the man's shoulder. The man pulled his pants down freeing his already hard cock. He easily pushed it into Bruno's bloody abused hole. The prophet's body trembled from the agony and he cried out, back arching and legs spasming.
Tears gushed from Bruno's closed eyes. Sorrow and hopelessness filled his heart. What had he done to deserve this?
As the man slowly rocked into him, another man settled next to his head and grabbed Bruno by the hair. "Open your mouth fuck toy." He did as he was told, all the fight in him was gone. His head was pulled to the side and a cock entered his mouth, the thickness of is made him open his mouth wide. "Bite me and I'll cut yours off," he heard the man say.
He choked and gagged on the man. Both men rocked into him slowly while groaning and grunting in pleasure making his stomach queasy. The third man grabbed one of Bruno's hands and sliced a cut into his palm. He tried to pull his hand away, but the man held him tight and wrapped it around his own cock. "keep your grip like that," the man told him jerking himself off with Bruno's freshly bleeding hand.
The woman of the four giggled wrapping her hand around his cut up bloody cock trying to get him hard so she could use him. His body quivered from the pain of it and he whined and cried through the man in his mouth. Bruno's free hand tried to push her away. She grabbed his wrist holding it down while she continued to stroke him painfully. But he couldn't get hard to her frustration; it hurt too much.
The pain inside his ass was the worst of it. It burned and sharp spikes of pain made his body jerk and twitch involuntarily. As the man inside him increased his speed, pumping into him fast and hard, it became too much and Bruno's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out.
.-.
Dolores, Maria, and her sons could hear muffled talking and screaming through the door. One particular scream made them all flinch while Dolores covered her ears as the sound caused her pain and emotional anguish. She cried as she desperately tried to block out her Tio's screaming.
Marco was worried for Dolores, he could see that she was horribly distressed. He wasn't very good at being bad; he worried for the well being of most people. He wouldn't say it to his family, but he worried for Bruno too. The small man seemed so meek; he wouldn't have the heart to hurt someone like that. He didn't care that his father was dead. He always hated all the criminal activity and preferred to help people.
Rico could see his brother's worries plain on his face, and was in secret agreement. But as the tougher brother and new man of the house, he had a duty to stick to the plan and avenge his father. In all honestly, his father was so busy with his crimes and social life, that they weren't terribly close. Rico didn't really like his father, he was kind of a joke and had no sympathy for others.
Rico wouldn't admit it, but he was a little worried about Bruno. Whatever was being done in that room sounded horrendous, and he could barely stomach the screams. The same thing was on Maria's mind. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.
The loss of her husband hurt deep in her heart, but this hurt too. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that everything was just huge mess. Andre spun a web of lies and Dante went along with it because he had something to gain. She knew what he was like. It was perhaps, justifiable that he was killed. All is fair in love and war.
Maria knocked on the door. She needed to see if they made any progress. If not, she was considering stopping the torture.
When Valentina opened the door, Maria peered into the room to see what they were doing and it shook her to her core. "Stop!" She pushed past the smaller woman. "Get off of him!" Val's friends laughed as Val grabbed her and held her back.
The man pumping his cock in Bruno's mouth came in that moment, moaning and spurting into his victim. Bruno lay limply not reacting at all and he was let go. His head lulled to the side letting the cum leak out of his mouth and onto the bed. As the man moved away to pull his pants back on. Maria felt queasy. The woman on the bed with him turned to look as her and smiled licking the blood on her hand drawing attention to Bruno's mutilated penis.
"This is sick," She uttered in shock. The other two men moaned finishing off. One let his cum coat Bruno's insides and the other spurted onto Bruno's stomach. When they were done, they pushed him to lay fully on the bed. Bruno lay limply covered in blood and cum as they got up and moved away from him. She could tell he wasn't even awake.
"This is what he deserves," Val growled. "He let Andre be chewed to death by rats. This is nothing compared to be eaten alive. Who knows what he did to your husband."
"This is wrong," Maria insisted. "Andre and Dante died because of their own decisions. It doesn't matter how they died. They provoked the wrong people and were killed for it." She jerked her arm away from the shorter woman and pulled a knife. "Bruno didn't do anything. He made no decisions besides protecting his family. I can't let this go on, I can't let you do this."
Daz got up pushing Val out of the way and grabbed Maria's wrist quickly. She punched him in the stomach in retaliation but it didn't do much. He pulled the knife from her hand, grabbed her by the hair, and smashed her head into the wall knocking her unconscious.
Rico entered the room in time to see it and jumped on to the man's back wrapping his arms around his neck. "Marco!" He yelled at his brother. "Time to move to plan B!" Marco got up grabbing Dolores' hand and ran toward the door. Bruno's rat came out of hiding quickly grabbing onto Marco's pants.
Marco managed to get the door open and started to pull Dolores out, but Val grabbed her other hand pulling her back. "Go to the Madrigal house and get help!" Dolores ordered him pulling her hand away so he would go. They couldn't risk all of them getting caught and she knew he had no choice but to get help from her family.
Marco ran as fast as he could toward town hearing Val shout after him. "If you don't get your ass back here I'm going to kill your family." He ignored her. If he went back they were all as good as dead.
"Fuck!" Val yelled in anger pulling Dolores with her back into the house. She took her to the bedroom and forced her to sit on the chair in the corner.
"Tio Bruno," Dolores cried seeing what they had done to him. His body twitched and his eyes opened regaining consciousness. He coughed and gagged spitting up the cum still lingering in his mouth. He was pale and his body felt cold with his heart fluttering in his chest.
"Tie them up," Val ordered her friends pointing to and now unconscious Rico and his mother. She turned to Daz. "That kid doesn't know the encanto or the Madrigals so it'll be a while before he can get help. But we should finish up before he does."
She pulled her knife and got on the bed placing it on Bruno's throat. "I was going to peel your skin off until you died, but you got lucky." The small man looked back at her, and he strangely felt relief.
"Wait," Daz said stopping her. "Let me have some fun with him first. Then we can bring him back to my place and you can kill him as slowly as you want." She retracted her knife.
"I wasn't sure you were into this," She responded.
"Andre was a dear friend and the best sex I've ever had," he admitted. "I'm willing to make trouble with the Madrigals over this. Not that I think there will be much trouble, Bruno is useless and causes too much trouble for everyone, His family will get over it as quickly as they did when he left." He chuckled, "Besides, he makes the most unique sounds. I haven't been this captivated since Andre."
"Leave him alone," Dolores demanded angrily. "My family will not let you get away with this."
"Shut up," Val said annoyed. "I'm very close to slitting your throat. You're becoming a nuisance." She then had two of her friends keep an eye on Maria and Rico until she decided what to do with them. The other two men stood by Dolores to keep her in check, while Val watched in anticipation for Daz to torture their victim.
Daz took out a bit of Julieta's food from the bag, climbed onto the bed, and forced it into Bruno's mouth. The small man did not want to eat it. He wished they would just let him die. "Eat it or I'm just going to play with your niece instead," the large man cooed mockingly. Bruno chewed and swallowed reluctantly.
"Let her go," Bruno spoke weakly once he was healed. "She has nothing to do with this. She's innocent."
"I know," Daz said sympathetically pulling the small man to sit up onto his knees. "But I don't care about you or her. I care about Andre. I put a lot of time and effort into him. I taught him everything he knows, and you reaped the benefits of it then killed him." The large man wrapped his arm around Bruno's lower back and brought their chests together. He grabbed Bruno's hair roughly forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"You need to understand," Daz explained as Bruno weakly pushed his hands against the man's chest. "I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm doing this because I have to. You made me do this. Do you understand?" Tears dripped from Bruno's face and he move his eyes too look away.
Daze gripped his hair harder. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me this is all your fault. You ruined Andre's life, our lives, and your family's lives. Poor Dolores will never be the same after this. If you would have just accepted a good thing when you got it, then none of this would have happened."
"Andre was a monster," Bruno said with a shaky voice, looking back at the horrible man. "This is not my fault. I don't control anything you bastards do."
Daz brought their lips together kissing Bruno unexpectedly. The smaller man tried to pull away as the larger man's scruffy beard rubbed against his skin roughly. A tongue probed at Bruno's closed lips, but he refused to open his mouth. In retaliation, the larger man took Bruno's lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard drawing blood. Bruno yelped opening his mouth and the tongue reached in moving up to lick the roof of his mouth before receding.
"Andre may have put up with your smart mouth, but I will not tolerate it," Daz said
"Please stop," Dolores squeaked.
"Keep your mouth shut or I will shut it for you," he directed at her. He was too old to be dealing with this bullshit. He redirected to the small man that he held close. "Who's fault is this Bruno? Who's fault is it that Val and I have to get revenge? We were perfectly happy before before you, so surely it can't be our fault. So who's fault is it? And remember, you're very pretty vulnerable niece is listening. Set a good example."
"It's my fault," Bruno confessed reluctantly.
"What's your fault?" Daz asked caressing the younger man's face soothingly.
"I ruined everyone's lives. It's my fault," Bruno responded. It hurt to say it, because sometimes he thought about it. Sometimes it felt true.
"Apologize," Daz coerced.
"I'm sorry," Bruno said sniffling through tears.
Daz smiled and reassured the smaller man, "It's okay. You just need a firm hand to teach you better. I taught Andre all about that. Perhaps he was too loving with you. Love can cloud the mind and make people forget how to control their lesser partners." Bruno gave him a fearful look. "Now turn around and offer me your ass to show how sorry you really are."
"Please," Bruno begged. "I don't want to do this anymore." He was done, he just couldn't. His body quivered and he couldn't find the energy to move. He would fall if Daz didn't hold him up.
"At what point did you think any of this was a choice?" The large man asked.
"Please," Bruno sobbed. The crying was incredibly endearing and Daz found himself getting lost in those big weeping eyes. His cock twitched to life.
"Fuck," Daz's heart skipped a beat and his face felt warm. "Andre had good taste." He leaned down taking the small man's nipple into his mouth and sucking it greedily. Bruno whimpered at the feeling. It felt good, and he hated it. He didn't want to feel anything.
Bruno was healed but still covered in blood and cum. Somehow it urged Daz on, and he laid the prophet down on the bed lapping at his budding nipple. He palmed his own cock through his pants feeling rock hard.
Bruno averted his gaze staring at the ceiling. He could hear Dolores quietly crying in the corner of the room. He couldn't let her witness something like this again. "Daz," he said quietly making the man above him freeze. His name on Bruno's lips make his cock twitch. How could the bringer of back luck have such an effect? How had he never seen him in this way before?
"What?" the larger man grunted spreading the small man's legs and reaching his finger to caress the cleft of his bottom.
"Can you please take her out of the room?" Bruno asked. He suddenly regretted asking. If they knew it was worse for Dolores to be here, then they would make sure she watched.
"Kiss me properly and I'll let her leave the room," Daz said surprising everyone.
Bruno didn't hesitate in case the man changed his mind. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and let Daz bring their lips together. The prophet allowed the man to stick his tongue in his mouth. Daz explored his mouth swirling his tongue with Bruno's and tickling his palate. It went on for a long few minutes. Bruno tried not to think about it too hard. Kissing Andre always made him gag, and kissing this man was no different. The taste and the thought of their saliva mixing made him ill.
When the kiss was broken Bruno wiped his mouth and tried to keep himself from gagging. Daz saw this and backhanded him across the face making him yelp and quiver. "No manners," the large man commented. "Take her out of the room," he told Val's friends. They did so leaving the room with her.
"What are you doing?" Valentina asked. He was not hurting Bruno as much as she would like. He was conversing and making out with the guy instead. "I want to see terror on his stupid ugly face! I want to hear screaming!"
"Grow up Val," Daz growled. "Torture isn't just physical pain. Watch."
Daz sat back on the bed and pulled Bruno to sit on his lap with his legs spread. "Jerk yourself off." The bigger man ordered gripping the other man's waist and rubbing circles into his soft skin. The smaller man shook his head no. He had no energy to do anything. He couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand to lay against this terrible man. "A no from you is a yes for your niece. You're so forgetful, I wonder how Andre put up with you."
Bruno let out a stuttering whine and put his hand on his own crotch, stroking his cock. "Look at Val," Daz commanded. Bruno did as he was told and looked at a curious Val. "Tell her how you feel. Don't lie, I'll be able to tell." Fat wet tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I'm scared," Bruno admitted. Daz reached a hand down using one finger to prod and push into the small man's tight hole. He knew exactly where to touch and rubbed against Bruno's prostate making his cock grow hard.
"What are you scared of?" Daz asked. Bruno didn't know what the larger man was fishing for, and feared he'd say the wrong thing. He didn't want to be tortured by Val and her friends again, but he at least knew that was not what they were talking about.
He tried to think, but the blood was rushing to his cock and his balls were building up and growing tight. He began to cry knowing he was doing this to himself, even if it was at Daz's command. The worst part was it felt good to touch himself, rather than someone else doing it and hurting him.
It was so much better than the torture he had just gone through. He hated that he preferred this. Without the pain, he felt pleasure. He didn't want to get off on this, because then it would mean that he liked it. He liked jerking himself off while Daz fucked him with his fingers. He was hard and about to cum, so it meant he liked it.
"I'm scared that this feels good" he finally sobbed. "I'm scared I like it." while he weakly kept masturbating. It was incredibly humiliating. Val was shocked by the confession but had to give Daz credit for this different kind of torture.
"Of course you like it," Daz chuckled massage Bruno's prostate with his fingers. "I know how to treat a man." Bruno threw his head back against Daz's muscular chest letting out a high pitched groan as he came. When he was spent, the larger man kept stimulating him and it began to hurt. "I also know how to make it painful. But I'll let you choose what you want. You get to decide."