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His legs pumped, his lungs burned. Something sharp was poking him in the stomach, a lack of air. He had never felt more alive. Never felt more joy, more belonging than now.
This was what it was all leading up to.
Roier shrieked with an unrestrained laugh as he chased his prey through the woods, hearing the other loudly curse in response.
“You can’t run forever, Gatinho!”
They both knew it to be true. Even with the head start, Cellbit was clumsy, slow, oafish, barreling the best he could through the trees and underbrush yet somehow catching every exposed root, every naked branch, every rut in the ground.
It was only a matter of time before Roier spotted his silhouette nearly tumbling through the treeline.
“I’m right here, Gatinho! Better run faster!”
A desperate glance behind him, face etched with delicious distress, before Cellbit kicked it up a notch.
Another laugh. Roier honed in.
The two burst through the treeline into a wide open field, tall grass and weeds waving in the moonlight.
“Nowhere to hide!”
The grass really slowed Cellbit down, as he had to put in effort to push his way through the thick grass.
One last lunge forward, and Roier jumped onto Cellbit, knocking him to the ground.
Cellbit yelped and tried to wriggle free, but Roier was quick to lock Cellbit’s legs with his own and hold him down with his body weight, rolling him over onto his back.
“Stay still!”
It would only take a second; All of this, leading up to now. He couldn’t mess this up.
“Fuck you!” Cellbit spat, as he headbutted Roier, missed, and pulled one arm free, clocking Roier in the side of the head.
“I said, ‘Stay still!’” Roier brought his legs up to pin Cellbit’s arms down instead, shifting his weight to sit directly on Cellbit’s stomach.
It was difficult wrangling the man beneath him while also grabbing the potion, but he managed to pull it out without shattering it.
Roier leaned down and pressed his hand on Cellbit’s throat, pinching his jaw with his thumb. “Hold still.”
As Roier brought the potion over, Cellbit’s eyes grew wide, and his lips clamped shut, shaking his head over and over, still trying to push Roier off him.
“You will drink this whether you want to or not.”
Roier moved his hand to Cellbit’s nose, pinching and pulling up, forcing Cellbit to follow him.
“Bébela.”
Cellbit held on a little bit longer, face growing a darker red, before he lost and gasped for air.
“Bueno.”
Roier dumped the potion into Cellbit’s mouth, not caring if he choked, not caring that Cellbit abruptly shut his mouth once he realized, forcing some of the potion to spill down his face and neck, holding onto Cellbit’s nose until he was sure Cellbit had swallowed most of what ended up in his mouth.
“There, buen chico.” Roier finally let go and gently patted his cheek.
Cellbit instantly tilted his head, coughing and hacking, as his chest swelled beneath him.
“Oh,” Roier cooed, “but you missed some.” He drug his fingers through the blue tracks staining Cellbit’s neck and collar. “We might have to drink another one.” He plunged his sticky fingers into Cellbit’s mouth, feeling his tongue lap at the drops of potion left behind. For good measure, he forced his fingers down Cellbit’s throat, reveling in the way his throat seized around them before pulling them back out.
“Fuck you!” Cellbit wheezed, chest heaving. “I hate you!” He scowled. “I hate you!”
But the potion’s effects were already underway. Cellbit’s eyes grew distant, and his body held less fight, growing slack under Roier’s weight.
“You don’t really mean that.” Roier chuckled, as he stood up, no longer worried that Cellbit would run off.
There, in the trampled grass, lay Cellbit, arms outstretched like he was on the cross, venom burning his face as he glared at Roier.
Beautiful in the moonlight.
“I do. I hate you. I hate that I trusted you, that you tricked me. I want you dead. You’re not my husband, and you’ll never be.”
And yet, even though Cellbit hadn’t finished the entire potion, his eyelids were drooping, his chest slowed down, and even his glower softened into a lolling yawn.
“And I wanted to do this ever since you stepped foot on this island.”
Doied smirked at the body laid out before him. Roier had no idea just how good he had it, what others on the island would kill over, confessing to the night air as if they were alone, muttering under their breath, unaware that their every desire was caught on camera.
And it was all his.
Doied bent down and dragged an unconscious Cellbit up before tossing him into a bridal carry, an echo of what happened when the two bodies got married months ago.
“We’ll have so much fun together.” Doied pressed a kiss to Cellbit’s hair. “One day, you will be screaming my name.”
~~~
Doied had known ever since he saw Cellbit emerge from that cargo ship, saw him mindlessly walking the halls in the Federation under strict order after betraying everyone he cared about, that Cellbit would be his. Even when he saw him get married and then have sex with his brother, saw him at his lowest, when all the children disappeared off the island. He knew.
Cellbit would be his.
And his brother did such a good job paving the way for Doied to march right in and pick up where they left off.
Doied stroked Cellbit’s hair, combing down a few fly-aways, before tilting his head up to study the still-unconscious man.
He was more beautiful in real life. The camera really didn’t do it justice.
“All mine,” Doied whispered, as he double-checked the bindings and made his way around to the camera set up on a tripod nearby.
Cellbit was all his, but he wasn’t stupid.
Far from it, in fact.
Even though Doied tried his best to match his brother’s zest for life, there were times when he slipped up, and Cellbit had began to suspect something was wrong.
The final straw was when Doied had tried to initiate sex with Cellbit, something he had watched his brother do hundreds of times, but Cellbit had seen right through him, accused him of doing something to his husband, threatened violence if he didn’t tell where Roier was, if he didn’t tell Cellbit who he was.
And Doied had to change that.
Yes, his brother had given him the greatest gift of all.
A man that would be completely his, completely subordinate, and an athletic, sexy body to mask the true identity of the criminal to boot.
It lit a fire in Doied’s stomach that was difficult for him to control.
And even if Cellbit was too smart for his own good, it added to the fun, added to the level of fucked-up-ness that made Doied’s toes curl. Now, he didn’t have to hold back. Now, he could ensure he’d have a slave that heard, nay, enjoyed every word Doied said like they were a feast alone.
And they were going to have some fun.
Cellbit was butt-naked, strapped to a chair somewhere deep in their castle.
Again, Doied had to thank Roier for literally doing everything for him. It was like Roier knew exactly what was going to happen and rolled the red carpet out for him.
The camera focused on Cellbit’s slack face before zooming out to the rest of his body and the setup behind him.
It was perfect; everything that could be set up ahead of time was ready to go. All he had to do was wait for Cellbit to wake up.
Which wasn’t that long, but Doied was impatient.
When Cellbit’s eyes started to flutter, and his fingers started to flex, and he made a noise in between an annoyed grumble and a desperate whine, Doied rolled his eyes. “Fucking finally! Wake up! You’ve been out for too long!”
Cellbit scrunched his face together, as if the lights were too bright, before groaning again. “What happened?” He shifted in the chair before realizing he had been tied down. “What… what is this?”
“For one of the Fed’s best investigators, you sure are slow!” Doied huffed.
“Roier?… Wait,” Cellbit’s eyes grew wide as he remembered what happened and started to struggle. “Wait! Let me go! Let me go!”
“Ahhh, there we are, my sweet boy.” Doied walked up to Cellbit and lightly slapped him on the cheek. “Now that you’re finally awake, we can talk business.” Doied turned to make sure the camera was actually recording.
“Why am I naked?! Who are you?! Where’s Roier?!”
“Quiet!” Doied rubbed his forehead. “At the rate you’re yelling, you’re going to give me a headache.” He stepped back in front of Cellbit, making sure that he was the only thing Cellbit could see.
As it should always be.
“You’re one smart cookie, Gatinho,” Doied drawled, relishing in the way Cellbit’s face scrunched in disgust. “It’s true. I am not your husband.”
“I knew it! You couldn’t even stand here with your own face! You coward!”
“Quiet!” Doied snapped before continuing. “I am not your husband. I can’t confirm he’s safe, but I can confirm he’s alive. For now.”
That shut Cellbit up, making Doied equal parts satisfied and angry. Cellbit shouldn’t care about his stupid husband. He was his husband now. End of story.
“But I can still tell you care about him, pathetic. I can give you information pertaining to your husband, as long as you listen and do as I say.”
Cellbit was silent, watching Doied with wide eyes. How adorable.
With a boost of confidence, Doied started to pace in front of Cellbit like a drill sergeant in front of his recruits. “I have set up a little test of loyalty, just to see if you’ll listen to me. You do everything I say, and I may have information as to how to get your husband back.”
Cellbit’s eyes flicked to the floor, thinking, before he said, “What if I choose not to?”
“Then I’m going to leave you here and do what I want with you anyways,” Doied smiled. “It would be smart to take my offer before it’s too late.”
And Cellbit thought it over, as if he had any choice at all, before resigning himself with a nod. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Bueno,” Doied cooed again, stepping forward to caress Cellbit’s cheek. “Maybe you’re not as dumb of a bitch as I thought you were.”
His grip hardened, tilting Cellbit’s head to make sure he couldn’t look away.
“Let’s go over the rules, shall we? You will always address me as Patrón. You will do exactly what I say, no matter how painful or uncomfortable you get. Your pleasure does not matter. The only thing that matters is how much I enjoy it. If you escape or try to fight back, your husband will die. Understand?”
Cellbit pressed his lips together yet remained silent.
He shook Cellbit’s head. “Understand?”
“Sí, Patrón.”
“That’s what I thought.” Doied gave a saccharine smile and stepped back, clasping his hands behind his back. “Today we’ll be doing something a little more extreme, but it’s something that I think you will enjoy.”
He flipped Cellbit’s chair around to finally give him a view of what was in store for him.
“You will be laying there, in front of the tub, while I put that hose in you. If you can take everything in the bottle, without releasing your gag and without releasing the contents of the bottle before the timer goes off, I will give you one piece of information about your husband’s whereabouts. If you fail, you will get right back into this chair and we’ll try something else tomorrow.”
Cellbit was shaking, realization finally setting in as to what was his future, panicked eyes raking over the set.
“Oh, and Cellbit,” Doied grabbed Cellbit’s jaw and tilted it to the camera. “You’re being recorded, so try and give us a good show, yeah?”
Slowly, Cellbit closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But he eventually nodded.
Not as eager as Doied hoped, but they would work on that.
“Buen chico.”
Doied carefully unstrapped Cellbit, giving him the grace of stretching his limbs and rubbing feeling back into them. When he finally went to lie down in front of the tub, Doied moved the chair out of the camera’s way.
Despite how terrible Cellbit must have been feeling, his eyes were fiery and firm, fixed on the ceiling high above.
It was cute. That much more rewarding to break him.
Doied knelt down near Cellbit’s legs and motioned for him to spread them.
“Now this,” he said as he took the hose, “does not leave your body, understand?”
When Cellbit didn’t answer, Doied whacked him with the hose, leaving a long red stripe on his thigh.
“Sí, Patrón.”
They would work on that.
Carefully, Doied slid the hose past Cellbit’s cheeks, teasing his hole with it. “Do you think we should use lube?” he purred.
Cellbit nodded, but “Ooh, too late.”
Doied slipped the hose into Cellbit as he hissed and writhed beneath him.
“Don’t worry, that was the worst of it.” Doied giggled and pressed a kiss to Cellbit’s knee.
He climbed over Cellbit to grab the gag and clamps, careful not to upset the apparatus he worked so hard to rig.
“You will bite down on this,” Doied shoved the bar into Cellbit’s mouth without so much as an angry word.
Good, he was learning.
“If you let go, all of the liquid will enter your rectum at once, and your clamps will be pulled off.”
Cellbit’s eyes widened, and he bit down harder on the bar.
He smiled and carefully threaded the clamps to Cellbit’s nipples, making him arch in muffled pain. Those wouldn’t be flying off anytime soon.
As a second thought, he grabbed a spare string and tied it to the clamps before tying the other end around Cellbit’s ballsack like a noose.
Now they really weren’t going anywhere.
Doied politely smiled as he stood up and over Cellbit. “Are we ready to start?”
Cellbit nodded, wincing as he accidentally tugged at the carton tied high above him.
“Bueno.”
Doied turned on the faucet, starting the shower, and stepped back, taking a seat in Cellbit’s vacant chair.
The shower sprayed into the tub, catching the side of a metal bucket and slowly filling it. As the bucket was filled with water, it got heavier, descending down into the tub. A milk carton, emptied and replaced with some stuff Doied had found lying around Cellbit’s kitchen, was connected to the bucket so that as the bucket lowered, the milk carton was raised, tipping the bottom to empty its contents into the hose which was now connected to Cellbit.
And if Cellbit so much as coughed, moaned, tried to move, he’d let go of the bar, the only thing keeping the milk carton at arm’s reach and his clamps firmly on his nipples and scrotum.
It felt good watching Cellbit slowly became aware of his predicament just as the first of the milk carton’s liquid reached the bottom of the hose.
Cellbit arched his back, a low wanton moan, managing to slip past the gag.
Yes, this was perfect. Doied pulled out his dick, lazily stroking, already achingly hard at the show in front of him.
The bucket, ever dutiful, started to drop lower and lower, tantalizingly forcing more and more liquid into Cellbit.
At some point, Cellbit splayed his legs apart, desperately kicking at a threat that wasn’t there, keening at the mess he found himself in.
“Oh, you can take it. I’ve seen you take so much more,” Doied jeered from the sidelines.
He swore he saw Cellbit’s stomach swell with the amount of liquid being pumped in, it had to have been getting painful.
And yet the carton continued to tip.
A few seconds later, the hose slipped out, spilling both some of the carton’s and Cellbit’s contents onto the floor. Doied sprang up, ready to call the session a failure, but by the time he had sat up, Cellbit had flailed his arms around, found the tube, and shoved it back into his hole with a strangled cry.
The sudden obedience threw Doied off so much that he was willing to forego the punishment.
Almost.
“Don’t think I didn’t see that. You were good for trying to fix it, but you still spilled some of the liquid.” Doied tugged on the string connecting to Cellbit’s ballsack, tightening the noose and making him lift his pelvis off the ground. “Don’t make me come over here again.”
Cellbit nodded, eyes squeezed shut as his hole desperately clenched around the hose.
The new angle gave Doied quite a view. He was a genius for that last-minute modification. Doied moaned at the thought, starting a new rhythm now that the bucket had almost hit the tub’s floor.
When it did, Doied heard the thunk but waited a few seconds longer, just to see what Cellbit would do.
Dutifully, Cellbit laid there, waiting, even though there wasn’t any more liquid being delivered.
Good.
Slowly, Doied got up and turned the water off, taking his time as he stroked his dick. Up close, he could see the desperation in Cellbit’s eyes as he tried to keep everything in.
Doied smiled smugly. “Bueno chico, but you’re not done yet. There’s still some left in here.” He tipped the milk carton with his hand, causing whatever was left to surge down the hose into Cellbit. “There. Now it’s empty.”
With a cry, Cellbit let go of the mouth gag, putting the entire weight of the empty carton on his nipples and ballsack. “Patrón! I’m done! I did it!”
Doied snickered. “Not quite.”
He knelt down near Cellbit’s legs again, tugging a few times on his nipple clamps for good measure, before prepping a butt plug. “Remember, you have to hold it until the timer goes off.”
A quick switch from the hose to the plug, making Cellbit hiss in pain again.
“Oh, you must be so full,” Doied teased, running his hand over Cellbit’s stomach. “Wouldn’t it be so nice to just let it all out?”
“Yes, yes it would be! Let me go!”
Doied climbed over the man and sat on his chest, resting his cock on Cellbit’s chin. “You spill any of it, you can kiss your husband goodbye.”
Cellbit panted, eyes rolling in the back of his head in pain. “How long?” he sputtered.
“Hmm? What was that?” Doied trailed a finger down Cellbit’s face.
“How long? How long’s the timer?”
“Oooh, I thought you’d never ask,” Doied jeered. He forcefully slid his cock into Cellbit’s mouth. “However fast you can make me cum.”
Cellbit snapped to life, sucking and licking like his life was on the line. His tongue fluttered around his cock head before wrapping down the sides. Even though he was lying down, he still tried to move his head, even attempting to sit up despite the full stomach, and Doied snapped his hips forward as a reward.
He was lucky Doied was so close already.
The island whore, on his back for Doied. The cabrónes in the breakroom would kill themselves when they finally found out that he had gotten Cellbit beneath him, when they watched the tape back to see him writhing in pain, taking anything up his ass for the mere chance to save his stupid pathetic husband.
He would be praised a hero for finally reigning the monster in, reducing him down to absolute nothing. They would sing his name, give him a promotion, underlings, anything he wanted.
He would be considered a god.
And he was just getting started.
It wasn’t long before Doied pushed Cellbit’s forehead down onto the concrete, thrust into him one last time, and then pulled out to paint his face with his husband’s cum.
Doied moaned in true ecstasy, savoring how good Cellbit was, how beautiful he was painted in gooey white, how delicious Cellbit’s pained look was as he winced at the cum in his eyes, before leaning back, purposefully pressing on Cellbit’s stomach again, to pull out the plug.
Cellbit let out a long, drawn out moan, and instantly, the floor flooded with Cellbit’s contents, staining the concrete a dark muddy grey.
He laid there, panting, dick half hard, face flushed and sweaty, limbs splayed like a starfish, as Doied stood up and tucked himself away again.
“Buen chico, buen chico. You have earned your piece of information. I’ll give it to you tomorrow morning when you’re more…” Doied’s eyes looked Cellbit up and down, “presentable. Clean up what you can.” Doied kicked Cellbit in the ribs, making him grunt.
As he turned to leave, Cellbit gave a gravelly cough.
“Obrigado, Patrón.”
More of a whisper than a proper thank you, but Doied would accept it. It was their first time, after all. Cellbit had lots to learn, but he did shockingly well. But Cellbit’s ego did not need to hear that.
He strode over to the camera, stopped the recording, and pulled it off the tripod. “I’ll see you in the morning. Buenos noches.”
Despite Cellbit having never done something like that before, at least, not on the island, not with Roier, he did very well. He was just full of secrets, wasn’t he. Roier was one lucky man.
And Doied was even luckier.
With Cellbit as his bitch, he’d soon be just as powerful as Cucurucho, maybe even more.
And he got to fuck Cellbit on the side.
He grinned as he climbed the staircase, head already swimming with what he wanted to do next.
And of course Cellbit was going to say yes.