35. Tennant
“ Y ou don’t think he’s going to tell us anything new, do you?” Jude asks as we head into the warehouse where the torture room is.
“Not at all. This isn’t an interrogation, it’s pure torture, just because we can. We’re sending a message to him and anyone else who ever decides to fuck with us: It doesn’t matter who they are, or what their profession is, no one is above our laws.”
“How are you going to convey that?”
I smile at Benjamin’s question. “We’re going to give him back when we’re finished. So make sure to wear gloves at all times.”
The guard standing outside our “guest’s” room opens the door for us, and I grab the box of disposable gloves that are sitting on the table right inside the door. “Today you’re both learning something new,” I tell them as we don our gloves before I turn the thermostat in the room down.
Even as the cooling system kicks on, my blood heats with anticipation. It’s been a while since I’ve done this particular torture, Carter was the last person, in fact. I grin just remembering it. I tried so many things out on him back then, the memories are fond—for me, not him. I have a feeling this experience will be much the same.
Our test subject is already strapped to the table, and though he doesn’t make a sound, he does glare at us. We all know there’s no getting out of this; he knows what’s coming, and the bit of bravery he’s putting on in the face of it is nothing but a smokescreen.
“I wonder,” I say softly, with a hint of curiosity in my tone. “How many of our secrets did you give up? How many of your own did you try to conceal? Surely your badge won’t save you from this justice-seeking wanker.”
Silence. Which…is annoying. It’s always so much more fun when I can taunt them. “Jude, get the bag from over there. Benjamin, you can fill up the pitcher.”
It doesn’t take long to have the canvas bag secured over his head. “If you tell us something, anything, maybe we’ll spare you.” It’s bullshit, of course, but a quick death would be kinder than what’s about to occur.
When nothing comes, I gesture for Benjamin to start pouring the water over his covered face. “Slow and steady,” I instruct. “We want this to be continuous, rather than over too quickly.”
The unlucky test subject starts thrashing, and I hold up a hand to get Benjamin to stop with the water. “You know what makes waterboarding so fun,” I say to no one in particular. “No matter how many times you endure it, you never become numb to the sensation. The fear of drowning is too great to override the logical side of your brain that tells you it’ll end eventually.”
I give Benjamin a nod, and he continues to pour the water. “It’s interesting,” I tell my rapt audience. “Because of the support, and angle of the head and neck, while water gets into the lungs, it doesn’t actually fill them up this way. Which means the feeling of drowning occurs over and over, with death nowhere in sight.”
Benjamin runs out of water and he looks at me. “This seems simple enough, too easy for you.”
I grin at him. “Ah, Topolino, you know me so well. You’re right, this isn’t all that we’re doing to him today.”
Heading off to the side, where my favorite toy waits, I grab the cart and push it over to the table. Jude laughs while Benjamin looks on in concern.
“I figured the point of this exercise was to teach us something. How can you do that if you kill him too quickly?”
“Patience, Topolino. It’ll all make sense in a moment. One would think that with all of these questions about my methods, you want to stay here and learn more, rather than go home after this.”
Benjamin doesn’t respond, which is almost telling in itself, but…he is the one who said he needed to go home. Consent is a…very frustrating thing. Part of me wants to keep him here until he’s fully up to my standards, but he’s right; it’s been long enough. Less than a week is hardly enough time to learn what he needs to, but I trust him to return for more lessons. And I can’t wait to teach him everything I can. Besides, he’s mine now, he can’t disappear so easily.
Attaching the clips to the wanker’s big toes, I adjust the dials. “Have you ever unplugged a toaster, and maybe your hands were a little damp?”
“Sure…”
I smile at the uncertainty in Benjamin’s tone. “This will be like that…until we decide otherwise.” I look up and meet two pairs of attentive eyes. “Who wants to go first?”
Jude volunteers, making his way over to me. I kiss him, savoring his taste, eager to get this part over with so I can do something about the tension building in me.
If I didn’t have either of them to take care of, I would have worked the guy over and killed him already. As well as I’m pretending to hold it together, that is far from the truth. I’ve spent years hiding what lurks underneath the surface, and this situation is no different, though it’s taking much more of my concentration. For each day that passes without Cristian, is a day the chain of control loosens…
“Take the bag off, Benjamin,” I order. “I want him to see what’s coming.”
As he does that, I hook the poor bastard up to a heart rate monitor, both to make sure we don’t kill him, and to help teach them how much they’re able to give a person safely.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I tell all three of them. “You two are going to take turns experimenting with various currents. I don’t want you to kill him, so you’ll have to be very careful.”
Stepping back, I make sure Benjamin does the same, before giving Jude the nod to turn the dial. Watching someone be electrocuted will never get old. The choked off scream, the way the human body convulses under the current. Even at the lowest wattage the machine can go, the wanker’s body twitches in his bonds as Jude turns the electricity on and off, experimenting with different lengths of time.
When they switch places, and Benjamin takes over manning the machine, I direct their attention to the still-twitching body on the table. “Next time we do this, there will be no heart monitor, so pay close attention. This has to be on instinct, watch the way he twitches, the pattern of his breathing. Listen to what his body is telling you. Torture is about more than just giving your subject pain, but knowing how to make that pain the most effective.”
Picking up another set of clips and connecting them to the machine, I wait until he stops twitching, keeping an eye on his heart rate. When it’s elevated, but not too much, I attach the clips to his sides, right under his ribs.
“Go ahead and start slow, Benjamin. I want to see what you’ve learned from observing, so keep it going as long or as short as you think he can handle, but don’t kill him yet.”
Off and on, Benjamin works the machine, proving he’s a quick study by varying the length of time he electrocutes the wanker. When I give the okay, he clicks the dial up another notch.
I watch carefully to make sure he doesn’t accidentally go too far, especially with how close the clips are to his heart.
Raising my hand as the heart monitor begins to scream at us, I stop the torture, happy to smell the burning flesh from where the clips are. “Very good, Topolino. Jude, get some more water.” I look at Benjamin. “Turn the machine all the way up, please.”
“This is not where I thought the day was going.”
“No?” I tilt my head. “Were you expecting more bloodshed? I have to admit, while I love that part too, sometimes you have to vary it. Monotony is boring, and it can make you sloppy once things become predictable. Having a good variety of different skills isn’t a bad thing. Different people need different things, so you need as many options as you can have at your disposal, in order to get the desired results. Especially when you’re torturing for information. Plus,” I grin, “it’s fun.”
Benjamin seems to absorb my words, but when I say the last part, he scoffs. I fight back the urge to push him. Soon enough, he’ll let the darkest parts of himself have more free rein. I don’t have time right now to coax it out of him, though.
When Jude returns with the pitcher of water, I nod to the test subject. “Go ahead and drench him.”
Still conscious, kind of, our toy shakes his head and tries to protest, but can’t quite get the words out, his brain too scrambled from the electric shocks.
Jude holds the pitcher over his body and tips it, letting the water spill down the length of him. Once finished, I motion for him. “Best to keep clear now, Agnellino. We don’t want you to accidentally get electrocuted. You too, Benjamin. Back up with the cart until you’re further away from the water on the floor.”
Once we’re all an acceptable distance away, I give Benjamin the signal to turn the machine on.
It’s a beautiful sight, with the lights flickering above us. We watch as our subject jolts on the table, the restraints the only thing holding him in place. The heart monitor goes crazy, alarms ringing out until finally…they stop. Benjamin quickly turns the machine off and the body continues to twitch, the current still running through it.
“Beautiful,” I say, before I grab Jude and kiss him deeply.
My cock is hard as pride swirls through me; both of them did well, and I want to reward them. Pulling away from Jude’s mouth, I ask, “What do you want, Agnellino?”
He sucks in a deep breath and says, “I want to watch you fuck him… And then I want you to suck me off.”
I groan. “You’re turning into a voyeur, Little Lamb.”
Jude kisses me, hard and deep. “Only because watching you is so much fun… I like seeing you take what you want.” He grabs me by the jacket and pulls me in, his pale green eyes watching me very carefully as he releases my suit and slides his hands down to mine. “I know who you belong to… Watching you claim someone else is…hot.” He places one of my hands over his growing erection. “Let me see… Make him scream loud enough for me to hear.”
“Fuck, Little Lamb. Are you trying to kill me?”
He smirks. “Not today.”
I huff out a laugh, kiss him one more time, and then turn to where Benjamin is standing, watching us with rapt attention, cheeks already flushed, and body practically pulsing with need.
Crossing over to him, I pull him to me, kissing him roughly. I enjoy the way his mouth gives, even as he tries to keep up with me, his tongue tangling with mine.
He clutches at me, shoving aside my jacket and gripping my shirt tight enough that I’m concerned about the potential rippage.
Pushing him against one of the tables around the perimeter of the room, I scramble to undo his shirt and pants. We strip off our gloves so we’re touching skin, and the feel of him lights me on fire. “Jude wants to hear you, Topolino. It’d be remiss to disappoint him, so make sure you scream loud enough for his hearing aids to pick it up.”
Benjamin shudders. “So sure of your skills?”
“I aim to please, and I always deliver…”
Shoving his pants down, I lift him and set him on the edge of the table. He kicks his shoes off and I pull his pants all the way down and off, shrugging out of my jacket next. I don’t bother undressing any further, or getting Benjamin out of any more of his clothes, I simply open my pants, pulling out my hard cock. This is going to be quick and dirty, something to tide us over while he goes back to smooth over the feathers at the Martellis’, proving we can keep our word and they had nothing to worry about.
Kissing him again, I moan at the taste and feel of him. The soft, vulnerable parts of him that are so easy to see, and hide the real strength of him.
“You’ve impressed me,” I tell him, slipping a hand between us and gripping his inner thigh, shoving it outwards as far as possible. “You deserve a reward for how well you’ve done.”
He groans, wrapping one leg around me as he scoots closer to the edge of the table, leaving his ass wide open for me.
“I’ll give you the choice just this once, Baby Mouse… How much lube do you want?”
Benjamin looks up at me from behind his glasses, his eyes full of need, lips swollen red. “None. Make me feel it.”
My cock throbs at the want and slight desperation in his voice. “You want me to fuck you raw? Make it so you can’t sit for days?”
He hisses and nods. “Unless you don’t have it in you?”
Moving my hand from his leg to his hole, I push a finger in, working through his tight heat as he shakes and gasps in my arms. “Do I need to teach you a lesson on taunting me, Topolino?” Leaning in, I whisper, “Here’s a hint: you won’t win.”
He digs his fingers into my arms, hard enough that I’m sure I’m going to have bruises once the shirt comes off. “Prove it.”
Pulling my finger out of him, I back up enough to spit in my hand a few times, coating my cock with it. Despite what we’ve both said, I refuse to leave permanent damage; I’m an asshole, but not that kind.
Gripping one ass cheek in hand, I spread him open further as I press the tip of my hard and leaking cock against his hole. “Remember…make sure Jude can hear you.”
When I push in, Benjamin cries out, his voice a sweet melody in my ear as his nails dig into my skin through my shirt. His hole spasms and tries to deny me entry, but it doesn’t last long. Benjamin wants this as much as I do…maybe even more, if the way he tugs me closer with his arms and legs is any indication.
Pulling out almost all of the way, I spit again before slamming into him, beginning a brutal pace that has us both moaning and grunting with each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re a perfect fit for me, Topolino,” I groan. “Made for my cock, like so few are.”
“Who knew you were a…secret softie,” he says between gasps of air.
“I’m everything my partner wants me to be,” I say, just loud enough for him to hear me. “That includes you now.”
The look he gives me is wide eyed, but I ignore the astonishment in his gaze as I fuck him harder, making the torture tools fall off the table and onto the floor.
“I’m going to send you back to your fiancé with my cum deep inside you,” I tell him, shoving in deep and grinding into him.
“D–don’t,” he protests, even as he throws his head back in pleasure.
Gripping his hair with one hand, as I dig the fingers of my other into his ass cheek, I expose his throat to me. “I’ll stop when I believe you actually hate it.”
Before he can say anything further, I bite him, right over the bruise that's already around his throat from where I choked him during our first time. Benjamin screams, his voice echoing off the cement walls of the room as I break the skin, his blood filling my mouth as I shove my cock into him a few more times before I come, flooding his ass.
I hold him still for a long moment, as he shakes and my dick pulses inside him. Biting deeper—not as deep as when I bit Hollis in the same place, but close—I make sure to leave my mark on him for all to see.
When I pull out, I meet his hazy, wide eyes. Smiling gently, I place a bloody kiss on his lips. “You can get yourself off by watching me suck my Lamb’s cock.”
Looking around for Jude, I find him in the lone chair I had brought in especially for him. He’s watching Benjamin and me with eyes full of desire, and his hard cock in hand. I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees in front of him, swallowing him down the moment I hit the floor.
“Fuck,” he moans, tangling a hand in my hair.
The sound of both Jude and Benjamin getting off brings me pleasure, my insides warming in a way they only do when I’m with my lovers.
Keeping my hands firmly on Jude’s thighs, I pull out all the stops, licking and sucking, taking him deep into my throat, wanting to make him come. It doesn’t take long. His fingers grip my hair achingly tight as I pull up, tonguing the head as I move one hand to his cock, and begin jerking him off roughly.
When he comes, I swallow most of it, letting the last burst sit on my tongue, even as I kiss the head of his dick, making sure to get every last drop.
Standing, I kiss him, sharing some of his taste before moving back to Benjamin, happy to see he's got his cock in hand, cum running down his wrist. Grabbing him roughly by the hair, I kiss him too, shoving the rest of Jude’s cum into his mouth. He gasps and shudders, but doesn’t make a move to pull away.
Breaking the kiss, I grin at him. “You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you, Topolino?”
At first, I don’t think he’s going to answer, but then he nods and says, “Yes.”