More sex this chapter, not very descriptive though. This is from Dave's POV and it'll get more descriptive when he's involved, which will happen in later chapters. Your reviews are coming in strong guys, thank a lot for all the effort. Wish I had enough time to reply personally.

Dave's concussion last chapter wasn't actually a concussion, I try to put some of his dry sense of humour in the story. These are Dave's thoughts after all. The way I see it, he's pretty much fixed up after Horvath's done with him. After three chapters I'm coming to the conclusion I don't really enjoy writing in first person. The advantage is you guys have no idea what's going on in Horvath's head, which is the way I want it. But it can get boring sometimes, I feel like I'm living in Dave's head.

Becky! My Becky! Here...Not here...not her...

I look at Horvath, begging him with my eyes not to do this. He doesn't seem to notice. He walks over to her and turns her over. She has a smile on her face, she seems oblivious to what's going on. He circles her left nipple with his finger and then taps it, she goes into spasms. From the sounds she's making, she seems to be enjoying them. Oh God! What has he done to her?

I can see her clearly now. She just as beautiful as ever. She's on a table, her hands hold on to opposite walls of the cage. Her legs touch the floor and this position I can see her...all of her. Her nipples are hard, a shade of pink that send old pangs of desires through me. She's wet and it sickens me. I fantasized about her, dreamt about seeing her without clothes...but not like this...never like this. I run over to Horvath and grab his arm, he turns to me with a smile and gives me a nod, "What's have you done to her?" I blurt out

Horvath sighs and unbuttons his vest, "Well, her memory's gone for one..."

"Gone?"

"Not all of it. Just the last few months, I moved some things around, she's still a bit groggy" he says removing his vest, "You're definitely gone though. She doesn't even know your name"

He continues undressing and I just stand there. So that's it? We didn't have a lot together...but we had something. Now it's gone...?

I look at Horvath, whose taking off his pants. I know what's coming next and I don't care. All I can think about is getiting to see Horvath up close, naked, for the first time. He's not athletic, but he's not really fat either. Most of his bulk is solid mass, his body looks like it used be muscular long ago but gave way to beer and fine French cooking. He has hair on his chest, his legs, even a bit on shoulders. But he's strong and he looks it.

He casually slips off his boxers and his cock springs out. Oh, it's big all as my wrist and easily five inches...and it's still limp. But it's so thick even now and I can see the giant brown cockhead curved to the left side. The cock springs straight (and a little to the left) from a bush of hair that seems small in comparison to the rod and the giant set balls that hang below it. It'd thick and veiny, and for some reason I had the urge to put it in my mouth. Fuck that dick was going to hurt.

He curves on the left and I'm wondering which side of my anal canal would get scrapped when Horvath sees me staring at his dick and his cock gives a twitch, "Want a taste?"

I nearly jump out of my skin. Why can't I concentrate on Becky? I look down, "I thought you said I wasn't ready"

"It's just a taste" he says moving forward, until he's right next to me, "Help get me ready for her"

I don't know what to say. I look down. I feel his hand on my shoulder, he pushes me to my knees. He grabs my hair, and pulls my head up. His cock is inches away from my face. I can smell his groin, his balls, his pre-cum. I take a whiff and then I attack his groin. I'm licking his balls, trying to fit them in my mouth, I'm kissing them, I'm nibbling them. Like a dog, I stick my face in his groin, just taking him in. My lips find his semi-erect cock and I slip it in my mouth, I try to anyway. It's growing and my mouth doesn't really fit it anymore. Horvath pops it out of my mouth and I see the full size of his cock. Engorged, I can't even get one hand around it and it's big. I try not to guess a number, it might scare me.

He slides the tip back into my mouth, then takes it out, smacking me on the face with it. I grab his cock and start licking his shaft. Slow, consistent licks that quieten him down. For the first time since I've met him, I feel something other than hate or indifference coming from him. I feel the muscles in his leg shift as he makes more room for me, I move in deeper, still caressing his thick shaft with my tongue. I can tell he's looking directly at me. It sends butterflies flying through my stomach. I dare not look back. I keep my focus on his cock. It tastes so fucking good. The taste of his groin sweat and cum burns on my tongue. My tongue works its way to the cock head, and I brush it against my lips. It's really thick...no way I can fit all of him but I go for it. I open my mouth as much as I can and start slipping him inside.

My jaws start hurting from being stretched so much. He's barely a third through before he hits my throat. I get my first taste of cum and I go crazy. I don't know why I'm trying so hard and I don't even know exactly how to do it but I'm trying to force his cock in further. As a result I'm soon gagging, but I can't stop from trying. His thick rod fills my mouth, pushes it apart, forces its way in. I need him inside me, all of him. One of his hands brushes my hair, his finger caress my earlobe and I realize it's the first time Horvath has ever touched me like this. His cock throbs in my mouth and I manage to get another inch or so in. It's not anger, it's not hate, it's not indifference...I actually feet...wanted.

Suddenly the warm feeling's gone. Horvath pushes me away. He goes straight to the table. His fingers find Becky's clit and then they move lower. Few more second and he enters her in one smooth motion, she lets out a moan of pure pleasure.

I don't even look at them at first. Did I just enjoy that? His cock ravaging my mouth? No...It must be the spells or the nightmares...it must be. I look up and see that Horvath is pounding away at Becky. His thrusts are hard but slow, consistent. He's not putting all of his cock in, I can see he stops when a third or maybe quarter still remains, when he pushes in a bit more Becky groans in protest and he pulls back.

Becky uses the sides of the cage to try and stable herself as her body is racked back and forth. Her tits are swinging around, as if being pulled by the motions of her body, that is until Horvath's hands clamps down on her breasts. He's now using her breasts to move her body across the table as he slams into her each time. She's completely at his mercy, moaning, grunting, urging him to go on.

Horvath pulls his cock out, it's glistening wet. I see pre-cum oozing out and my mouth waters. Horvath walks over to the other side of the cage, grabs Becky by the hair and raises her face. He lifts her eyes lids, she seems responsive enough. He pries open her mouth with his fingers, then lowers it so he can slip his cock inside. He has one hand on her throat and he's slowly pushing in her mouth. When she gags, he stops for a few moments then starts pushing in again.

I feel anger and jealousy surge through me. I had no idea who I was jealous of though. Seeing Becky being destroyed like this sickened me...but I've had an erection ever since Horvath disrobed so...yeah bit confused here. I decide to focus back on the show. I know Horvath's going to go for the ass soon. He loves fucking ass. He once told me he'd take ass over pussy any day, he said he just loves the feel of it. The idea of others' pain for his pleasure. Doing something they're not suppose to be doing. I've seen him pound so many boys bloody before throwing them out but he always practices some self control with the girls. Old fashioned gentlemen, I guess. He's already staring hungrily at her ass moving around in the air as Becky sucks him off. I know he wants it.

Sure enough he soon pulls his cock out of Becky's mouth, it slides out of her lips with spit and saliva still clinging on it. He doesn't even want to walk over to the other side. He just reaches over, grabs her thigh, his hand easily encircling all of it and flips her around. She quickly opens her legs up, her pussy wet and pulsating, waiting for his giant cock. But Horvath has other plans. He rubs his cock against her butt cheeks, harder and harder until she opens her legs even further getting the message. She whimpers as his cock head explores her opening, probing it, stroking it until it's big enough for Horvath to try and slip inside. Becky's spit still clings on his cock, and it acts as somewhat a lubricant as Horvath starts pushing into Becky and she tries to push him away. Not that it's ever stopped him before.

He's still gentle with her though. Pausing ever few inches to give her time to shift around, expand and get used to his massive girth. Three quarters in, he pauses and shifts his weight around on his feet, stretching his legs and getting in better position. Then he thrusts once, burying his cock deep in her ass. She screams as Horvath shakes his hip, still balls deep in her. It might seem brutal but it's nothing compared to what he was doing to Drake, what I've seen him do to others. He's being careful with Becky. Still seeing her pale, soft body being slammed so ruthlessly by Horvath's bulk and giant cock is disturbing. Her screams are short and loud but they start decreasing in number with more thrusts.

Soon enough her legs are wrapped around his waist as he fucks her raw. I feel something resembling hate burn through me, hate for her. I stagger back from the cage, unwilling to watch any more of this spectacle. I bump into something and I turn around. It's a giant, rectangular crate resting on the ground. I take a deep breath and sit down, my back against the crate. I pull out a cigarette and light it up. I've picked up quite a few habits from my days at Casa Horvath, smoking one of them. I inhale the nicotine and shut my eyes but I can't block the sounds. Her moaning, her urges for him to go on, her scream when he does. Horvath doesn't speak much during sex, he'll say only what he has to. Don't do it fast enough and you're liable to hurt. But I can still hear his heavy breathing, his grunts as he thrusts away. I hear the sound of his balls smacking her body, the greasy, wet pop when he pulls his cock out of her ass just to ram it into her again.

I'm a coward. I don't do anything about. Actually...I don't want to do anything about it. Unless I can kick Becky off that cage and take her place. Dammit! My brain is a mess, I can't think. What would Balthazar do? I missed him so much, his stupid duster, even his old-man shoes. I wish he was here right now. The room feels so cold. Even the crate feels cold against my back.

"Usually you like a front-row seat to my fuck-session" I hear Horvath call out. Oh, I can speak now, can I? I choose not to. Let him do what he wants, he won't have the satisfaction of me slobbering all over his cock as he defiles the only girl I ever...I just work on my ciggy...

Quarter of an hour later, he lets out a roar, filling her up. I hear the wet gurgle as he pulls out. He turns around, searching me out for the first time since he pushed me off his cock. He spots me in the corner.

"So? What did you think?" he asks, walking over. He wants a reaction, I don't give it.

"Come on, you must have something to say about this, imp..." he looks down at me with pity, "You want a turn? She's all lubed up"

I don't respond. He's having none of that. He grabs my hair and pulls me up until my face is facing his wet, semi-hard cock.

"Clean it"

I look up at him, stunned.

"Clean it" he says matter-of-factly.

I look back at his cock. It's wet, there's cum and...blood...I think. I think about it but I can't...its Becky...Oh God...its Becky...I try to move away, but he grabs me again and slams me against the wall.

"Clean it, you little shit or I'll break her neck" he says in the same tone.

And probably mine next. I get on my knees and start sucking. I take him in and suck him off, I taste cum, blood, sweat. I taste him, I taste her. I close my eyes...he feels so nice in my mouth. He starts getting hard in my mouth again. I quickly back away from him. He's smiling down at me, "See that wasn't too bad, was it?"

"I saw it" I say quietly.

"Saw what?"

"Before you started on her, you felt something for me...I saw it, It wasn't indifference, it was something..."

He tries to cut me off but I keep going, "You didn't want to hurt me, you didn't want to torture me, that moment you just..."

"You don't know what you're talking about, slaveboy. You're just a means to an end"

I stand up and face him directly, shouting, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you really hate me. Tell me you don't care if I die. Tell me if you hadn't walked away then, we wouldn't be together right now, we wouldn't be..."

He picks me up and throws me into the air. It happens so fast my words just die in my throat. I can't think. I crash into the crate I'd been sitting against earlier. I crash through it actually. I land on the floor, on the other side. The crate falls around me, shattering into a million pieces.

Wait. Crates don't shatter.

"You're wrong" I hear Horvath say.

What was in the crate shattered.

I open my eyes. I'm lying among broken pieces, hundreds of them. All belonging to a very familiar bathroom mirror.

Becky's moaning.

Horvath is laughing.

I throw up.

Ha! Character death there, in case you missed it. And you thought it was going to be Becky, didn't you? Not a fan of Nic Cage, what can I say? Next chapter, get ready for some ch-ch-changes.