3 comments/ 25274 views/ 16 favorites Claiming Evyn Ch. 01 By: Domina_Jen Note to readers: This story contains nonconsensual sex between men. If nonconsent or reluctance isn't your thing, feel free to move on. Otherwise, enjoy. ***** Evyn slumped down against his door, holding his head in his hands and quivering all over. He knew it was coming tonight. He'd just seen Jeremy in the hall, he'd seen that hungry look in the man's eyes, and that vicious smile spreading across his lips. For the ten millionth time since it started, he considered calling the police. He knew where the men lived, he knew their first names, and he knew what they looked like. He knew that John, the bigger of the two, had a long, jagged scar on the outside of his thigh. He knew that both of them were circumcised. Another shudder went through him at the thought, and he shut his eyes tightly, trying to push that image out of his mind. His muscles involuntarily tensed as he remembered the last time they'd been in his apartment. He could call the police. He should call the police. Any normal, sane person would. So why couldn't he bring himself to do it? What the hell was wrong with him? He knew that this would continue for as long as he lived in the apartment, and there was no guarantee it would stop if he moved somewhere else. No, the only way to ensure it would stop forever was to call the police, and ask for help. They'd protect him, and put the men responsible behind bars for a very long time. Wouldn't they? He'd heard of plenty of others like them getting released almost immediately, or only serving short sentences. What would happen if they were released? What would they do to him after they tracked him down? Would he even survive that? Not very likely. So he sighed, lowering his head even further, and blinking back tears. By now, he knew the routine. The two brothers, John and Jeremy, would enter his apartment using the spare key they'd taken during one of their early visits. They'd grab him, carry him to his bed, and remove his clothes. For the next forty-five minutes or so, they'd torture and rape him, violating him in the worst imaginable ways, and leave him exhausted and sobbing. But then, she would come. Evyn never learned her name. Every time he asked, she'd simply smile and kiss his forehead gently. And he never knew who she was. Was she with the men? How did she always know to come into the apartment just as they were putting their clothes back on? It certainly didn't seem like she liked them very much. She was always abrupt and sharp with them, and ordered them to leave. But if she wasn't with them, who was she? How did she know what they did to him? How did she know when they attacked him? And why did she only come after they were finished? Why didn't she come earlier, and save him from them? So many questions, and she never answered any of them. But she was gentle with him, and kind, and loving. She held him close, she cleaned him up, and she stayed with him until the next morning, so he wouldn't be alone. He was completely, irrevocably in love with her. Was that part of the reason why he didn't call the police? Because it would mean he'd never see her again? Oh God, how pathetic was that? What kind of person would allow himself to be raped over and over again, just for a few hours with a woman he knew nothing about? He wished he was different. He wished he was big enough and strong enough to fight them off. Despite being an average height of 5'11, he'd always been skinny. Weak. Most people thought he looked much younger than his 19 years. Short black hair framed a boyish face with blue eyes and pale skin. Some people called him a "pretty boy," whatever that meant. Apparently, it meant that rapists found him appealing. Groaning, Evyn willed himself to rise to his feet, willed his trembling body to obey him. He wasn't going to call the police. There was nothing he could do but wait, the fear and anticipation making his heart pound in his chest. He didn't have to wait long. Less than an hour later, he heard a key in the lock, and his heart rate tripled as the door opened. "Wait," he murmured, rising from where he sat on the couch. The two men entered the room, closing the door behind them, and slowly approached him, dark lust in their eyes. "No, wait. Please." Now, he regretted not having called the police. Dread overwhelmed him to the point that it was difficult to breathe, and tears stung his eyes. The men didn't answer. They never really said much to him, aside from the occasional order or command. No, they simply used him, took their pleasure from his pain, and then left. Evyn's eyes were wide with fear as he backed away. His back hit the wall, and his heart pounded as the men neared him. He couldn't stop the tears now. "Please," he begged, wrapping his arms around himself as he felt that old familiar hole shredding through his chest. "Please, don't." But, just like every other time, they didn't respond. They reached him, grabbed him by his arms, and half pushed, half carried him to the bed. At least they weren't unnecessarily cruel. They never beat him, or used any painful devices on him, or anything like that. Well, except for once. After one of their early visits, shortly after they took his spare key, he'd tried installing one of those chain door locks, hoping that it would be enough to deter them. He'd been wrong. John, the larger and stronger of the two, had easily broken through the lock, tearing it off of the doorframe. And Evyn had paid dearly for his mistake. They'd used him, just as they always did, but when they were done, John held him down on his stomach while Jeremy left the apartment. After a few minutes, he'd returned, with a terrifying piece of steel in one hand, and a smaller, equally terrifying piece of steel in the other. He explained that the first was a locking butt plug, and the second was a locking prince's wand. They spent some time showing him exactly what each item was, how each of them worked. They showed him exactly what they were going to do to him. They inserted the butt plug first, and Evyn tensed with the feeling. They'd already fucked him, so his ass was already stretched out. It didn't hurt, not really, but it was cold and unbelievably uncomfortable. Then, he felt it plug spread wide inside him, making it impossible to remove. Jeremy quickly locked the plug in place with a small padlock, and then they turned him over. Evyn had never seen a prince's wand before, but after the brothers told him what it was, he struggled hard against them. Of course, just like always, his struggles were for nothing. They easily held him down, fitted the cock ring on him, and then began the process of sliding the lubed wand inside his dick. God, he'd never screamed that loud in his life. A small steel bracket connected the wand to the cock ring, and once they'd fully inserted it, Jeremy placed another padlock in the hole designed for it, and locked it closed with a horrid click. Then, they took the two keys and left, saying that they'd be back when they felt he was truly sorry for trying to lock them out. She never came to save him. Not that time. They left him unbound, completely free to do as he wished, but there was nothing he could do to remove either of the devices they'd left on him. The prince's wand was hollow, allowing him to urinate, but the butt plug completely removed any possibility of using the bathroom. So, hoping to avoid making his horrific situation even worse, Evyn made sure not to eat anything for the rest of the night. By the time the brothers came back, in the early afternoon of the next day, Evyn was so overwhelmed with pain, he couldn't even think straight. They'd asked him some questions, but he was completely incapable of answering them, or even processing what they were saying. Finally, they'd removed the devices, leaving him gasping and panting on his bed, with the promise that, if he ever tried to keep them away again, he'd be kept in the devices for a week. They did, however, replace the prince's wand with something else. A chastity device, also made of steel, completely encasing his dick and preventing him from touching it or getting hard. And that stayed on all day, every day. Unless they were there. They always removed it when they came, and always replaced it before they left. And Evyn hated them for that. So Evyn never tried locking them out again. He simply cowered on his bed, in a corner of his apartment, or like tonight, on his couch. John tossed him on the bed and held him down while Jeremy removed his pants. Evyn desperately tried to kick as the reality of what was about to happen set in, but as always, his attempts were futile. Within seconds, his pants and underwear had been removed. Next, they grabbed his shirt. He tried to grab their wrists, pushing them away, but they were far too strong for him. With ease, they pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor, with the rest of his clothes. And he was completely naked, except for his chastity cage. For a moment, they simply stood on either side of the bed, not touching him. Just watching him. Evyn's heart pounded as he looked up at his attackers. John was rubbing his dick through his jeans, looking down at him with hunger in his eyes. "Please," he begged, trying to squirm closer to the head of the bed. Trying to squirm away. But there was nowhere he could go, and all three of them knew it. After a moment, the brothers reached down and grabbed him. After roughly unlocking and removing the cage, they quickly rolled him onto his stomach, and John held him down while Jeremy removed his clothes. Then, they switched, and John removed his as well. Once they were both naked, they dragged Evyn up to the head of the bed, so his head was resting on his pillow. John knelt down at his head, while Jeremy knelt down on the other side of him, near his waist. With both of them firmly holding his wrists, and with Jeremy using his body to keep Evyn from trying to use his legs to get away, there was nothing he could do to stop them. John reached down and grabbed Evyn by his hair, forcing him up to his hard, waiting dick. As always, Evyn tried to keep his mouth closed, tried to turn his head, tried to do anything he could to avoid that dick going into his mouth. But John used his other hand to grab Evyn's jaw, pressing his fingers into Evyn's cheeks until his lips were forced open. And then, his mouth was suddenly filled with the salty thickness of John's dick. As he struggled, the brothers turned him on his side, with his right arm pinned underneath John's knees and his left wrenched tightly behind his back by Jeremy. He thrashed his legs wildly, trying to get away from them, but John released his hold on Evyn's jaw and instead grabbed his left arm from his brother, holding his arm even higher behind his back. Evyn winced with pain and quieted a bit. He had no doubt that these men would break his arm if they were so inclined. Then, Jeremy turned his attention lower. Pulling Evyn's left leg high up, and using his right arm and right shoulder to keep it there, he pressed a rough finger against his entrance. "No," Evyn cried, his voice muffled as he tried to speak around the dick in his mouth. He renewed his struggle, trying to use his legs to push Jeremy away. But Jeremy, although he was slightly smaller than his brother, was still too much for Evyn. He easily held Evyn's legs in place, keeping his finger against Evyn's hairless ass. Evyn never grew much pubic hair in the first place, and when his first girlfriend told him she'd only have sex with him if he was hairless, he got into the habit of getting the area waxed. After she broke up with him a couple years later, he just continued the practice. Jeremy seemed to love the fact that he was hairless, and loved exploring his ass. He suddenly felt something cold and wet against his entrance, and knew that Jeremy was lubing him up. He never knew where the lube came from, or where Jeremy kept it. His face was always impaled by John's dick, and he could never see what Jeremy was doing. He gasped and tensed as Jeremy slid a slick finger inside him. "No! Please!" he cried, tears blurring his vision. By now, John had released his left arm, holding his head with both hands as he pumped into him. Evyn clenched his fist in the sheets, panting as he was penetrated on both ends. He could feel Jeremy's finger, slick and wet, sliding around inside him, rubbing against his inner ring and easing it open. He guessed he should be grateful that Jeremy did him this small service, but the sensation made him sick to his stomach. Then, Jeremy slid a second finger in alongside the first, and Evyn gasped with the twinge of pain and the fullness he felt. Oh, but he knew he would feel much fuller by the time they were done with him. Jeremy went back to work on his ring, gently, gradually stretching it further. But when he slid a third finger inside, Evyn gasped with the pain and desperately grabbed Jeremy's arm with his free hand, trying to reach down to remove the fingers. Jeremy chuckled. "Oh, that's right," he said, backing the third finger out of him. "You like two, not three." For another moment, he continued fingering Evyn's ass, sliding his fingers slowly into him, as deep as they could go. But then, he heard the words he dreaded more than anything. "Turn him," Jeremy said to his brother. "Get him on his knees." John immediately pulled out of Evyn's mouth, and they worked together to position him the way Jeremy wanted him. John pushed his head down, wrenching his right arm painfully behind his back while Jeremy adjusted his knees, putting him right where he wanted him. "God, stop!" Evyn begged desperately as he felt Jeremy's head pushing against his entrance. "Please! Stop!" But, as always, his cries went unanswered. In the next moment, Jeremy roughly shoved his dick inside Evyn, and the pain was unimaginable. John was physically bigger, but as far as their dicks went, Jeremy was the larger of the two, and his girth made sex indescribably painful. Evyn hated that first moment. He thought that, as often as they used him, he'd eventually get used to it. But there was no getting used to Jeremy. Not when they only fucked him once every few weeks. Jeremy pushed his dick all the way inside, eliciting a loud scream from Evyn. Evyn arched his back and clenched his hands into fists, burying his face in the blankets and trying to remember how to breathe. Then, Jeremy pulled out once, repositioning himself. "Please," Evyn sobbed quietly. His sobs went unanswered. Jeremy adjusted his position and quickly shoved his dick back inside. Evyn screamed again, desperately trying to reach back with his free hand, trying the only thing he could think of to make the pain stop. But Jeremy grabbed his wrist and held it behind his back, along with the hand John held there. The first time the brothers had used him, Jeremy had been slow with the first penetration, giving Evyn a few seconds to at least try to get used to it. This time, he was given no such courtesy. Immediately, Jeremy began pumping into him. John took hold of both his arms, keeping them firmly pinned behind his back, and John grabbed Evyn's hips, holding him still as he roughly took him. John held both his wrists with one hand, and with the other, he covered Evyn's mouth, muffling his screams. God, he felt like he was being torn in half. How was it that the pain never got any less? How could it hurt this badly, every single time? Why couldn't he get just a little relief from the pain? Just a little? For a few minutes, John simply held him down for his brother. Evyn was thankful for that. The sensation of being penetrated was overwhelming enough. He really didn't want to have to deal with John's dick in his mouth, as well. Although he knew this was just a temporary reprieve. In a few moments, they'd lift him up on all fours, and John would force his face down on his cock, and he'd be ruthlessly fucked from both ends. But for the moment, it was just one. But it was enough. He could feel Jeremy slam into him, his hips slapping against his butt, his balls swinging forward to tap against his. And this was why the chastity cage was particularly cruel. For the last few weeks, he'd been completely unable to touch his own dick, save for sliding his pinky in between the bars of the cage in a pitiful attempt to wash it in the shower. It was impossible, and painful, to get hard, and the frustration of not being able to cum was excruciating. So when John and Jeremy came, and removed the cage, his dick immediately sprang up, excited and relieved to be released from its prison. He couldn't control his erection, and he hated that the contact between him and these men made his dick jump to life. He exhaled slowly as the initial pain gradually went from overwhelming to simply unbearable. Evyn knew how this went. By now, he knew the routine his attackers liked. He figured he might as well do whatever he could to move it along. Sure enough, as John noticed his body relaxing, he lifted him up, allowing his arms to go free in order to support his weight, and grabbed him once again by his hair. "Open," he grunted, barely giving Evyn time to obey before shoving his dick in his mouth. Oh God, he was oozing precum. Evyn's back arched as he tried not to vomit, and was quickly rewarded with a sharp slap on his ass. "Hold still," Jeremy barked, still holding him by his hips as he slammed into him. Evyn took a deep, shaky breath, closed his eyes, and tried to imagine he was somewhere else. Anywhere else. Anywhere but on all fours between these two men. His body reacted mechanically, obediently sucking John's dick while Jeremy took him roughly from behind. It would be over soon. This wouldn't last forever. Suddenly, he felt Jeremy pull out of him and push him over, onto his back, with his head hanging off the side of the bed. And he groaned softly as the man lifted him up by his hips, shoving his pillows under his butt. "No," Evyn whispered as John held his arms above his head. He knew what was coming. Once Jeremy made sure he was in the right position, he knelt between his legs, pushing his dick back inside him. At least now, it didn't hurt so much. John resumed his position as well, pumping furiously into Evyn's mouth. He knew what was coming. His heart raced with dread. It would only be another few minutes, now. His dick, which seemed to have a mind of its own, knew what was coming, as well. In an act of utter betrayal, it bulged and throbbed, waiting. Jeremy chuckled when he saw how rock hard Evyn was. "A little horny?" he asked. Evyn could only moan softly. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?" Evyn tensed, shaking his head as much as he could, his legs flexing as he tried to squirm away. But he knew by now that there was no squirming away from these two. Tears once again pricked the backs of his eyes as he felt that warm hand around him. "No," he whimpered, trying to break his hands free of John's grip. Jeremy adjusted the angle of his pelvis, and suddenly, he was hitting something deep inside Evyn with every thrust. Something that made his dick drip precum. Jeremy timed the thrusts of his dick to match the pace of his stroking. Evyn closed his eyes, trying his best to fight the warmth that began spreading through him. It had been so long since he'd been touched. He began moaning softly as his body took control, completely disregarding the wishes of his mind. He couldn't fight it. It had been too long, and his body was too desperate for the release. Claiming Evyn Ch. 01 God, and he had no idea what Jeremy was doing inside him, but it made his dick twitch with every thrust. When John finally released his hands, he didn't even consider trying to remove Jeremy's hand from his dick. It felt too good. Suddenly, John pulled out of his mouth and stood back, making Evyn's eyes open in shock. He'd never done that before. Why was he pulling out? What was he doing? He craned his neck to try and look at John, but a soft flick of his balls made him gasp, and his attention turned back to Jeremy. "Look at it," Jeremy ordered. And Evyn did. In the past, he'd always been distracted by John's dick in his mouth, and had never actually seen what Jeremy did to him. But now, there were no distractions. There was just the two of them. Evyn, with his legs up in the air, his ass thoroughly violated, his dick unbelievably hard, and Jeremy, kneeling between his legs, grunting softly as he pounded Evyn's ass, his hand firmly and expertly holding on to Evyn's cock. "That's it," he said, meeting Evyn's eyes. "Take a good, long look." Evyn looked up at the man, for the first time, watching him fuck him. His eyes were dark with lust, with a predatory gleam. Evyn imagined his own eyes looked rather like a frightened kitten's. He lowered his gaze from the man's eyes to his sculpted chest, his hard, toned abs, until they disappeared from view. He watched the way the man's muscles contracted with every thrust, the way his body moved as he fucked him. And for a reason he couldn't explain, the sight of it did something to him. Watching his rapist fuck him, seeing the act itself, and seeing the man's hand around his aching dick made that familiar warmth radiate through his chest. "That's a good boy," Jeremy said. "Do you like what you see?" Evyn couldn't speak. His body's desires overwhelmed his ability to speak, or even to think. He couldn't fight against Jeremy, even if he wanted to. His hands clenched into fists, gripping the blankets on either side of him, gasping and moaning as the pleasure began to override the pain. He was humiliated and defeated, and there was nothing he could do about it. At this point, even if he could do something, he wasn't sure he wanted to. It didn't even occur to him at first that he was thrusting his hips, writhing under Jeremy's intense gaze, hard dick, and firm hand. "Do you want to cum, little boy?" Jeremy asked. Evyn moaned, squirming as the pleasure began to overtake him. The sensation of Jeremy's dick inside him now stopped hurting, and instead he felt intense, warm pressure. And the feel of the hard dick against his prostate was more than he could handle. As the feeling began to intensify, and he knew he was close to the edge, his body tensed, awaiting the release. But suddenly, Jeremy took his hand away. Evyn whimpered, looking questioningly back up at his attacker. "I asked you a question," Jeremy murmured. "Do you want to cum?" "Yes." A cruel smile spread across the man's face. "Beg for it." "Please," Evyn whispered, his heart leaping as his cheeks burned with humiliation. God, he was actually begging his rapist to touch him. He really was pathetic. "You're going to need to do better than that," Jeremy told him sternly. "Please, let me cum," Evyn whimpered. "Please, touch me." That cruel smile widened, and then, Jeremy's hand was back on his dick. Evyn gasped as his thrusts quickened, bringing him once more to the edge. Suddenly, the tension in his belly exploded, and he cried out with the force of his orgasm. Without even realizing it, he grabbed on to Jeremy's wrist, holding it against his body as he shuddered. Jeremy never paused his thrusting, and never stopped hitting Evyn's prostate. It seemed to prolong the orgasm, prolong Evyn's oblivious bliss. But then, just as he started coming down from the orgasm, he felt rough fingers dipping into the mess now covering his chest and stomach. He opened his eyes, and immediately regretted that decision as he watched John smear the cum all over his dick. "God, no," Evyn murmured, realizing what was going to happen next. He tried to squirm away as John smeared even more cum on his dick, but he was far too weak, far too exhausted to make much difference. Then men kneeling over him hardly even seemed to notice his struggling. Evyn's heart raced as John resumed his place at his head. He didn't speak, but put a finger firmly on Evyn's mouth. God, what choice did he have? There was no way to stop this, no way to get out of this, and he was still too exhausted from his orgasm. The only thing he could think of to do was give them exactly what they wanted, hoping they'd cum sooner and he could get this over with. So he obeyed, fighting the nausea building in his stomach, and watched with dread as John pushed his dick inside. Evyn gagged. It wasn't the first time he'd ever tasted cum, but it was the first time he'd tasted his own. And for some reason he couldn't explain, his own cum was much harder to handle that John's was. "That's a good boy," John grunted, pressing the head of his dick against Evyn's unwilling tongue. "Lick it clean. Very good." God, Evyn hated them! And the fact that he felt so much pleasure from them made him hate them even more. He hated what they did to him. He hated the way they made his body react to them. They took control from him by using him against his will, which was bad enough. But then, they took even his self-control away. His body reacted to them in a way that disgusted him. They could touch him, attack him, rape him, and all it took was one touch of his dick to turn him into their willing bitch. They didn't bother restraining him anymore. They knew him well enough to know that he'd be far too weak after his orgasm, his own willpower shattered beyond recognition, to put up a fight. So they simply held him, grunting like animals as they used him. The tears came again, but this time, they were tears of anger. He hated them, and he hated himself for giving in to them. Jeremy reached the edge first, his thrusts coming quicker and harder as he pounded into Evyn's sore, stretched ass. Evyn shuddered with disgust at Jeremy's moans. He hated being the one to give them their pleasure. He hated listening to them spill their seed into him. And he hated that warm, throbbing feeling deep inside him as Jeremy came. After Jeremy finished, he pulled away from Evyn with a long, satisfied sigh. Fucking bastard, Evyn thought, disgusted with the knowledge that he was the cause of that sigh. A moment later, Jeremy slid the cock ring back onto Evyn, then shoved his soft, spent dick back into the cage, quickly locking it closed. Sealing Evyn's fate, and confirming the grim future he had to look forward to. But then, Evyn's thoughts fled as his mouth was suddenly filled with hot, sticky, salty cum. He gagged in surprise, struggling for a moment, until Jeremy grabbed his wrists and held them down. That was the worst part. There was never any warning that John was about to cum. There was no way for Evyn to prepare himself for what he had to do. But he knew what they wanted. And he knew better than to try and disobey them. So, despite the bile that rose in his throat, he forced himself to swallow, dry-heaving once. John left his dick in his mouth for another moment, forcing Evyn to continue swallowing the last few drops that oozed out. And then, he pulled away. The two men turned from him, ignoring him completely as they went for their clothes. Evyn couldn't help himself. Exhausted, humiliated, and still shivering from his own powerful orgasm, he clutched his pillow to himself, curling up into a fetal position and began sobbing. He felt that familiar, dark growing in his stomach, and he felt that if he didn't keep his arms wrapped around himself, he'd fall apart. He hadn't even realized she had arrived, and kicked the men out, until he felt her delicate fingers running through his hair. "It's alright," she murmured, sitting on the bed beside him. "It's over." Evyn crawled weakly toward her, and she pulled him into her lap, holding him tightly as he cried. Usually, the boy's torment was done at this point. But the young woman looked down at the poor, broken boy in her lap, and a slow smile spread across her face. She'd already laid the foundation. For months, she'd come after the brothers were finished, and offered deliberate comfort to the boy they had claimed. For months, she'd taught those ignorant, arrogant boys how to own a boy's mind, as well as his body. And in those months, she knew that this boy had fallen completely and madly in love with her. A boy like this, vulnerable, trusting, and weak-willed, was exactly what she wanted. She would still stay for the night, and still offer her special brand of comfort. But she'd given enough to him, now. It was time for him to give something back. And for his own sake, she hoped he wouldn't resist. Because Evyn already knew how bad those brutish, silly brothers could be. What he didn't yet know was that she was far, far worse. Claiming Evyn Ch. 02 Note to Readers: This story contains nonconsensual sex between men. If this isn't something that interests you, please move on. Otherwise, enjoy. ***** John and Jeremy knew exactly what kind of men they were. They'd never really tried to deny it, and never really felt a need to change. Being fraternal twins, they had a lot in common, and while they weren't identical, they did look enough like each other that many people assumed they were. Both had short brown hair, both had piercing brown eyes, and both had a crooked smile that often charmed others enough to get them out of whatever trouble they'd found themselves in. But they had their differences. John, the older of the two, was taller, broader, and his features were just a little sharper. He always had some kind of facial hair, and although the goatee was his favorite, he did often change styles. Jeremy was long and lean, and impeccably well-groomed. Clean-shaven and neat, he would probably be considered the more attractive of the two. He was also more cunning and sadistic than his older brother, and was more or less the "brains" behind the pair. His dick was also bigger than his brother's, and quite a bit thicker. It definitely came in handy when they were playing with some of their targets. While they both worked out, and were quite strong, John had always been the more physically able of the two, and was more than glad to hold an unwilling victim down while Jeremy pushed that thick dick inside, the screams sending chills straight to his groin. They had been like this for as long as either of them could remember. It started as teenagers, when they would gang up on their younger brother. They'd been 19, and Chris had been 18, that first time. Their parents hadn't been home, so there had been no need to worry about Chris making too much noise. For Jeremy, it was the sweetest high, and he was immediately addicted. That was the beginning of the end for both of them. While they were both mostly straight, and thoroughly enjoyed women, they quickly found that forcing women just didn't hold the same attraction as forcing men. So they abandoned their short-lived quest to force themselves on women, and turned their attention back to the men they adored. Their brother was always the easy choice. He was always there, always available, and always too ashamed and too shy to tell anyone what was going on. They all shared a room in their small house, and as the three boys went on, the sex had become a common nighttime ritual. After a few months, after Chris had resigned himself to his fate and had stopped struggling completely, John and Jeremy found themselves a bit disappointed. While they thoroughly enjoyed the obedience of their brother, and still used him regularly, they realized it was the struggle that they loved. They needed someone else. At first, it was a very inaccurate science. They knew they needed to find someone they could physically overpower, but after a few mistakes, they realized that the physical characteristics weren't enough. They needed a specific personality type. Someone quiet, someone reserved, perhaps a little shy. Someone who preferred not to be in crowds, who preferred staying home on the weekends, rather than go to parties. Introverts. And they quickly realized that the younger their target was, the better. Younger men were always a bit more innocent, a bit more naïve. While they had certainly had their share of fun with thirty-somethings, and sometimes older than that, they realized that teens and young adults didn't fight back as much. Because that was another thing they looked for. They needed someone passive, who would struggle, but wouldn't try to throw punches or use weapons. John carried a rough-looking scar on the outside of his left thigh from one such mistake. But as time went on, they learned more and more about the kind of person they needed, and what signs to look for. By the time they hit 23, they were experts at it, and almost never made mistakes. Sure, they dabbled in the occasional woman, when the need struck them, and had even had the odd girlfriend or two. But they'd never really paid the women much attention. They never really respected them, and saw no desire to tolerate a relationship simply for the physical pleasure they received from it. Most of their efforts were spent looking for the next victim. And at least every couple of weeks or so, they struck gold. They spent a lot of time in travelers' bars, gay bars, hotel bars, anywhere they could find a man, alone and vulnerable. They didn't really care about the sexuality of their victims. John, who always preferred using a man's mouth, tended to gravitate more toward gay men, while Jeremy, who thoroughly enjoyed the screams that came from shoving his dick inside a virgin ass, preferred them straight. But they weren't picky. It took days to find a decent target, so they took what they could get. Occasionally, they got unbelievably lucky and found a target they could use more than once. That look of recognition, dread, and fear that flashed across a boy's face when he saw them again, and knew why they had come back, was something that never failed to kick their lust up a notch. And, in the end, it had turned out to benefit them. One of their repeat targets was skilled with computers, including the fine art of hacking into email and social media accounts. This target, Sam, also happened to enjoy being used slightly more than he wanted to admit. Sure, he would always fight them at first, would always cry and scream in that first moment of penetration, and would always gag at the first taste of cock in his mouth, but by the time John and Jeff were about to cum, his dick was rock-hard, he didn't need to be held down, and he eagerly pushed back against Jeremy while enthusiastically sucking John's cock. And afterward, he was completely obedient and compliant, even nuzzling their crotches as they put their clothes back on. And Sam's skills with hacking were invaluable. Using his talents, they could easily threaten to blackmail other repeat targets into silence. So life was good. They moved into an apartment together and hunted together at least twice a week. It went on for three more years. Now, they were twenty-six, in top physical condition, and perpetually horny. And sure, they found the occasional female slut to bang once in awhile. That's how they met Velocity, actually. Jeremy had found her in a bar when he was 24 and approached her. But, for the first time in his life, his advances had been rejected. And that bothered the hell out of him. He was damn good-looking, impeccably groomed with a perfect body. Women always noticed him. And he was just as careful selecting his women as he was selecting his men. Someone scantily-clad, in her late teens or early twenties, with hair and makeup far too over-done, and alone. These were the kinds of women who were at the bar for one thing, and one thing only. They never respected themselves, and often had significant problems with self-esteem, and were very easily manipulated into spreading their legs for him. And she fit that description perfectly. So the fact that she so nonchalantly dismissed him piqued his interest. It had been years since he'd considered forcing himself on a woman, but the thought went through his head, then. He decided to wait until she left the bar and follow her home. But then, he slowly started to realize that there was something very off about this particular barely-dressed slut. The more he studied her, the more he saw a deep, predator's gleam in her eyes. When she looked around the room, her gaze wasn't unfocused and casual. It was a searching gaze, and it lingered on each man for just a moment too long before moving on. She wasn't simply looking at the men around her. She was determined. Focused. She was looking for something very specific. Jeremy noticed with a shock that she was hunting for her own target, and the clothes, hair, makeup, and gaudy jewelry were nothing more than a disguise to lure her prey. But what could she have been hunting for? Did she enjoy forcing herself on men? How was that even possible, unless she carried Viagra in her purse? He was immediately intrigued, and scrawled a quick note on a napkin and walked by her table, quickly setting the napkin down in front of her. She didn't seem to react at all as she casually picked up the napkin and read the hastily-written message. But when he walked past her once more, to return to his seat at the bar, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Jeremy had to fight to control himself, then. He wasn't used to someone touching him so cavalierly. So disrespectfully. The way he had so often grabbed the women he selected. "You wrote this?" she asked simply. "I did." "So what do you want?" "I want to know what you're looking for." "Why?" "Because I've never met another hunter before." To his surprise, she released him and sat back in her seat, chuckling darkly. "That's what you like to call yourself, is it?" she asked. "Okay, you're right. You're not the only 'hunter' here, and I'm just as observant as you like to think you are. You're not looking for women, and you're not at a gay bar. So what, pray tell, are you 'hunting' for this fine evening?" Her tone and the knowing, sinister look in her eyes, along with the amused, vicious smile playing across her lips, made it very clear that she already knew the answer to her question. For the first time in his life, he felt fear clutch at his throat. Good God, she knew. And to see it acknowledged in her eyes, to see that stark understanding there, was the first time he'd ever felt some of his confidence fall away. As it turned out, she would bring about a lot of "firsts" in both his and John's lives. But he'd been right about her. She was a hunter, and she was there that night looking for a very specific kind of man, not too unlike the type of men John and Jeremy targeted. While her victims were almost always willing, at least to a point, she searched for timid, shy men with weak wills, men that she could easily manipulate and control for her own pleasure. Men she could pressure into obeying her, into allowing her to torture them. John and Jeremy quickly discovered that she could be just as sadistic and cruel as they could be, often even more so. And yet, quite a few of the men she'd tormented and tortured came back, begging to be abused and violated again. Men spent an evening with her, crying and screaming just as much as John and Jeremy's victims did, violated just as deeply as their victims were. But then, when they went back to their regular lives, when the married ones went back to their normal, loving wives, they found that something had been switched inside them. While they had before never even considered being treated the way Vel treated them, or participating in the depraved acts she forced on them, now they found themselves craving it, sometimes unable to even get aroused without it. She could reach into a man's mind and change who he was. It was a skill Jeremy immediately coveted. He befriended her relatively quickly, and found, much to his relief, that when she wasn't in disguise while out "hunting," she was quite attractive. Long, thick blonde hair hung down almost to her waist, often pulled up into a tight ponytail. Her makeup was minimal, accenting her innocent-looking eyes. Her features were delicate, her body lithe and graceful. She dressed well, but always with class. Hers was a look of understated elegance. To anyone who didn't know her, she looked like a sophisticated young debutante. It was obvious that she came from money, and her tastes and demeanor reflected that. She knew what she wanted, and she never hesitated in going for it. And she commanded respect everywhere she went. The first time they asked her to participate in their hunt, they had been surprised when she said she would participate, but only at the very end, after they were finished with their target. She said she would walk in just as they finished, order them to leave, and comfort the man they'd left broken and bloody. At first, neither of them understood her request. But then, as time went on, they began to. She liked seeing men broken. She liked seeing them brought down lower than they'd ever been before. And it was a new and novel experience for her, to be able to see that effect on a man without having been the one to cause it. It was a drug for her, the same way the sex was a drug for them. And, as it turned out, it enabled them to have quite a few more repeat victims. While they all still fought, and the sex was still forced, they didn't threaten calling the cops when she came afterward. They didn't install new deadbolts or, in cases where John and Jeremy had stolen spare keys, attempt to change the locks. Even the ones who Jeremy had misjudged, and fought harder than he expected, seemed to calm after she spent time with them. The next time they visited, those victims still fought, but no punches or kicks were thrown. Jeremy had no idea what Velocity did with the men, or what she said to them to keep them quiet. He asked her many times, but she never answered. The curiosity drove him nuts, but the benefits were real. It was nice, having more options. They never visited a target more than once every few weeks, and having more repeat victims enabled them to get their fix without having to spend days searching for the right type of man. Sometimes, the thrill of the hunt still made them seek out new meat, but as long as Vel was with them, it wasn't always necessary. So when they discovered that a perfect victim lived in the same apartment building, just a few doors down, they were ecstatic. Jeremy immediately called Velocity over, and they began plotting. Thankfully, the boy was agonizingly predictable. He always shopped for groceries on Thursday evening, he always came home from work between 5:45 and 6:00, Monday through Friday, and he always did laundry on Sunday afternoon. His schedule made it easy. They all knew it was a big risk. The boy knew who they were and where they lived. The chances of getting caught were much higher, and usually, John and Jeremy wouldn't consider making someone like that a target. But Velocity was positive that the risk was minimal. This boy wouldn't report anything, wouldn't go to the police, and wouldn't retaliate. He was far too quiet, timid, and weak-willed to do that. So the plan went on. They'd grabbed him just as he had finished unlocking his door one evening after he got home from work, shoving him inside and closing the door behind them. As always, Jeremy looked to make sure that the door was still unlocked, and Vel could get in. They pulled him to the corner of the small studio apartment that served as his bedroom, where John held him down on the bed while Jeremy pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialed Velocity's number, then set the phone on the boy's bedside table. That way, she always knew when to walk in and do whatever it is that she did with the boys. After Jeremy made sure that the phone was on, and Velocity could hear them, he turned to their new captive, a slow, sadistic smile spreading across his face. The boy was skinny, young, and weak. He tried to fight against John, but the older, stronger man held him down with hardly any effort. This was going to be so easy. "Alright," Jeremy said, looking into the wide, fearful eyes of his victim. "How about we take a look at that ass of yours, huh?" He hadn't thought it was possible, but the boy's eyes widened even more, and he renewed his struggle. John easily held him down, on his stomach, with one hand on the back of his neck, and the other holding the waist of his jeans tightly, keeping him from being able to roll away. John loved holding the smaller boys like this. It allowed them the full use of their arms and legs, but they couldn't get up or roll away. He loved watching them thrash about as the first pangs of panic started to take hold. And this boy's reaction was everything he wanted it to be. His dick swelled against his jeans as he watched the boy writhe underneath him. Jeremy nodded to his brother, and the two men easily flipped the boy onto his back. John held his arms above his head, and Jeremy quickly straddled his thighs, keeping him from being able to kick. "Wait," the boy pleaded, his voice tight with fear. "Wait, wait, wait." But Jeremy didn't wait. He unbuttoned the boy's fly, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles. With quick, practiced movements, he pulled the boy's shoes off, took the pants and underwear completely off, and tossed them to the floor. When he looked back up to the boy's crotch, he couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously?" he asked, grinning. The young boy was completely hairless. He shaved or waxed all his pubes off. John grinned, pulling his pants down around his hips and resting his dick on the boy's face. The boy groaned tried to squirm away, but John held his wrists together with one hand, and held his face still with the other. "No, sit still," he said as he held the boy down. "Get nice and acquainted with it. You're going to become intimately familiar with it soon." Jeremy grinned at his older brother, then turned his attention back to the skinny, squirming boy. He was currently distracted by what John was doing, and not paying any attention to Jeremy. So Jeremy took the opportunity to remove his clothes, setting them on the floor near the end of the bed, and taking the small bottle of lube out of his pants pocket. He never needed much. He liked having it just a little rough, just a tad on the dry side. The friction made the victims' reactions even more fun. And he could already tell that this boy's reactions would be priceless. Stripped down to nothing but his socks, he crawled up the length of the boy's body until he was straddling his waist. He leaned forward, grabbing the boy's wrists from his brother and pinning them down on either side of his head. "Are you ready to have some fun?" he asked, looking down at the wide-eyed, panicked man below him. "Please, just let me go," the boy whispered shakily. "I won't say a word to anyone. Just let me go." But Jeremy just chuckled, his dick swelling at the sight of terror in the boy's eyes. "Oh, come on now," he said. "Where's the fun in that?" He looked up, saw that John had removed his clothes, and immediately rose up to his feet. They quickly pulled the boy's shirt up over his head, stood on either side of the bed, looking down at the quivering, trembling, naked boy lying between them. He looked up at his two attackers, sweet fear coloring his face. He tried to cover himself, but Jeremy could see in his eyes that he knew there was nothing he could do to stop the next events from happening. John and Jeremy stood there for a moment, letting the boy squirm between them for a little bit. Then, John grabbed him, wrenching one of his arms painfully behind his back with one hand and holding him by his hair with the other. "Open your mouth," he grunted, pressing the tip of his dick against the boy's firmly-closed lips. He shook his head, using his free hand to try to push John away. John replied by wrenching his arm even further and tightening his grip on his hair. "You're not going to like your life very much if you don't do it," he warned. "Do yourself a favor and open your mouth." "Please, no," he begged. John pressed the tip of his dick against his lips again, waiting for the boy to open his mouth. He knew how this worked. And by this point, he knew what kind of boy he was dealing with. He wouldn't have to use a lot of force to get what he wanted. A firm hand, firm warning, and a bit of patient persistence, and the boy would cave in. Claiming Evyn Ch. 02 And sure enough, he felt the tight line of the boy's lips soften, and then reluctantly part. Tears filled the boy's eyes as he opened his mouth, and a quiet sob escaped him. This moment was John's favorite, and when it was with a boy like this, he liked to take his time. He liked to do it slowly, gently, savoring every minute detail of the next few seconds. As this innocent, naïve young man waited there, with his lips parted and tears streaming down his face, John slowly eased his head into that reluctant mouth. For a few seconds, he stayed there, pressing his head against a warm, unwilling tongue. Yes, this was the best moment. Feeling that slick tongue moving against his head, trying unsuccessfully not to taste him, was what he lived for. This was the moment he waited for, the moment he looked forward to the most. This was his paradise. And then, as he slid his cock deeper, touching the back of the boy's throat, and seeing him gag, that slick, warm wetness sent shivers straight to his dick. Jeremy always knew to wait, to let John have this moment, that he could only get for a handful of seconds, with a handful of boys. So he stood back, waiting for his brother to start pumping in earnest. Once that happened, he moved onto the bed, positioning himself between the boy's legs, keeping them spread and his ass exposed. They'd had hairless men before. It wasn't common, but they'd seen it. Particularly with their gay targets, but once with a straight one, too. Jeremy loved that look. He loved the smooth skin, the clean ass. It made the boys look all the more innocent. Oh, and he loved taking that innocence from them. This boy would be no different. He dabbed a small amount of lube on his finger, then rubbed it against the boy's entrance. As soon as the boy felt that area of his body being touched, he immediately clenched and tried to roll away. But with John holding his hair and one arm behind his back, he couldn't go far. Slowly, he eased a single finger inside. The boy's moans were music to his ears. Of course, the boy renewed his struggle at the sensation of being penetrated. They always did, and the brothers had long ago learned to combat the renewed desire to fight. John wrenched his arm even more, and Jeremy grabbed his other arm, keeping that pinned behind his back, too. With his arms restrained, his hair caught in a death grip, his legs forced open, and a finger in his ass, there really wasn't anything he could do. So John and Jeremy waited patiently, waited for the struggle to die down, before continuing their work. Slowly, Jeremy fingered the boy, his dick throbbing with the promise of diving into that unbelievably tight, warm ass. Oh, and he was so tight! His brother may have preferred gay men, but as far as Jeremy was concerned, there was nothing better than a virgin ass. Nothing. For a moment, he fingered the boy with long, slow movements, pushing his finger in deep, and then bringing it out almost all the way before sliding it back in. It was so tight. This boy was going to scream so beautifully when Jeremy put his dick inside him. But he wasn't completely merciless. He would loosen the boy up a bit, first. Not much, though. Not enough to keep him from screaming with pain and humiliation once he began fucking him. But he'd loosen him up a little. So after a few moments of one finger, Jeremy slid another one in beside it, eliciting a frightened moan from the boy. Jeremy knew that John loved the moans. So when they found one that moaned a lot, Jeremy knew to push the boy enough to get him to moan, but not enough to scream. No, the screaming would come later. He'd let John have these first moments, and then John would let him have the rest. It was a system they'd perfected over the years. So now, with two fingers sliding slowly in and out, the boy's moans came more often. Jeremy knew that sound. It was a sound he always loved to hear. The sound of discomfort, of humiliation, of degradation and maybe even a hint of reluctant pleasure. The boy continued sobbing as John thrust deeply into his mouth, his cheeks still trying to clench, trying to push the fingers out of him. But soon, the clenching became less frequent. Jeremy knew exactly why, and it was part of the reason why he always liked to finger the boys first. As the boy became familiar with the sensations of being penetrated, he would learn that clenching his muscles would cause more pain, and would cause his sphincter to tighten around the fingers, making the sensation more intense. By the time Jeremy penetrated him with his dick, the boy would know better than to fight it, and the whole process would go more smoothly. So Jeremy was patient. He waited until that clenching subsided. Once it did, he slid a third finger inside, gently easing that tight ring open further. But three fingers seemed to cause the boy more pain than discomfort. His hands clenched into fists and he cried out, renewing his struggle once again. "Alright, alright," Jeremy said, sliding the third finger back out. "You prefer two. Fair enough." For another few moments, he continued fingering the boy, getting him used to a very mild version of what he was about to experience. Jeremy wasn't much longer than average, but he was thick, and he loved his girth. Watching a boy's ass open wide, seeing that pain on his face, hearing those screams, was amazing. He was so thankful that he had the girth to achieve that. Finally, the moment was right. "Let's do this," he said to his brother, who immediately pulled out of the boy's mouth and pushed his head down on the bed as Jeremy reached underneath him, pulling him up to his knees. John still held that one arm behind the boy's back, but Jeremy let the other arm go free. A little bit of writhing and helpless struggling was fun to watch. So the boy lied there, on his knees, with his face pushed down and his ass high and exposed. Jeremy positioned himself behind the boy, lubed up his dick just enough, and pressed his tip against the boy's tight entrance. Just as John liked to savor those first moments of entering a boy's mouth, Jeremy liked to savor the first moments of entering a boy's ass. He knew how to prolong the pain, and the reaction that would make his dick throb with excitement. "Are you ready for this?" he asked the boy, pressing his head hard against his ass. "Please," the boy sobbed, begging for a mercy that wouldn't come. "Please don't." "Relax. It won't hurt as much if you relax." The words were empty, and Jeremy knew it. His dick was big enough to hurt regardless, and the virgins were never able to keep themselves relaxed. Slowly, so slowly, he increased the pressure against the boy's entrance, until it finally opened and allowed him inside. But he didn't enter all the way. No, not that. Not yet. For a moment, he stayed there, with just the head inside, listening with pleasure and lust to the moans that escaped the boy, and feeling his muscles clench helplessly around him. When he went this slowly, he could always feel where that ring was. Right now, with just his head in, the sensation his victim felt was uncomfortable, but it wouldn't become truly painful until he forced his way passed that ring. This was the part he loved. This was what he looked forward to, the moment that he truly treasured. He slid quickly passed the boy's ring, and the scream that came was beautiful to his ears. But then, he immediately pulled back out, giving the boy a moment to rest and cry. A loud, desperate sob escaped him, and his free arm flailed madly behind him. Jeremy roughly pushed his hand away and once more pressed his head inside, stopping just short of that ring. He watched as the boy's hand clenched his blanket, trying his best to handle the pain. Oh, but the pain was just beginning. Once more, he slid quickly passed the ring, waited just long enough for the pain to truly register and the boy to let out that delicious scream, and then pulled back out. The boy was sobbing openly now, his voice only slightly muffled by the blanket he was pressed into. Jeremy could've kept it going for far longer, and sometimes, he did. But today, he really wanted to bury his cock deep into this tight, virgin ass, feeling those muscles clench desperately around him. So he brutally forced his cock inside, all the way to the hilt. Oh God, the scream was incredible. Loud and hopeless and despairing. John continued holding him down for a moment, giving the boy time to adjust to the fact that he was being fucked, then pulled his face up and roughly shoved his dick back in his mouth. "Do a good job," he murmured. "Things aren't going to go well for you if you don't." He released the boy's arm. There was no real point in holding it anymore. This boy was already broken. He might still struggle now and then, but the fight had left him. And that was the point that John loved. Now, the boy would still be unwilling to suck his dick, but wouldn't try to fight it. He would close his lips around his cock while he thrust into him. "Look at that," he murmured, holding the boy by his hair with both hands, brutally and mercilessly fucking his mouth, while his brother brutally and mercilessly fucked his ass. "Turn him," Jeremy said suddenly, and they easily flipped him over onto his back, with his head hanging off the bed and his knees up by his ears. John once more started on his mouth, using his fingers to roughly force it open, while Jeremy plunged deep into the boy's ass again. For a few minutes, they stayed like that, thoroughly enjoying the boy's tight holes, thoroughly enjoying their shared conquest. Jeremy leaned forward, grabbing a pillow and roughly shoving it under the boy's ass, lifting him to a new angle. He shifted his pelvis so he would hit that delicate sweet spot with every thrust. His hand went to the boy's limp, pathetic dick. He didn't particularly like touching dicks, but this was a handy trick that Velocity had taught them, the sadistic bitch that she was. She showed them how to reach a boy's prostate, how to recognize where it was and what it felt like, and how to angle their thrusts so that they hit it. They'd used Sam, their younger brother, and a couple of her loyal boys as guinea pigs. She'd tied them down on their backs, with their legs spread wide and forced high in the air, so their asses were fully exposed. Then, she'd stick a finger in them, showing Jeremy how to find the prostate. She'd have him slide his finger in alongside hers, so he could feel for himself exactly where the prostate was. She taught them how to tease it, how to play with it, how to make the most of it, and how to reach it while fucking. She taught them how to time it perfectly. It needed to happen after the initial pain of penetration had worn off, but soon enough that there would be no danger of Jeremy coming before he could finish. She taught him how to coax an unwilling dick to full mast, and how to alternate thrusts against a boy's prostate with strokes on the boy's dick. It never took more than a few minutes before the boys came, and she loved the mindfuck that brought about. She loved the idea of a boy taking pleasure, reaching climax, while he was being violated so brutally. She loved starting that insane mental and emotional war within them. She said that war caused so much more damage than any physical damage done by the attack, itself. Sadistic, incredible, fucking bitch. So he did that now, reaching down and playing with the boy's dick while his own dick worked the prostate. And before long, it was rock hard. The boy, who had previously fallen to silence, started moaning once again, his hands clenched into fists, gripping the blankets on either side of him. But he didn't try to move Jeremy's hand away. With deliberate, practiced movements, Jeremy stroked the boy's dick. And the boy was gasping and panting, moaning into John's stiff cock. This was really too easy. "That's a good boy," Jeremy grunted. "You like that, huh? You like being treated like this?" The only answer the boy could manage was an undiscernible moan. It didn't take long at all. Jeremy guessed that this boy really didn't get a whole lot of practice, other than some internet porn and his own hand. The boy's chest heaved as he neared his climax, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his entire body tense as the tension built inside him. And then, he arched his back, pushing back against Jeremy, and let out a soft cry of pleasure and disgust as his seed shot enthusiastically from his dick. Jeremy laughed. The goosebumps rising on the boy's chest, arms, and stomach proved that he had thoroughly enjoyed that, even if he didn't want to admit it. "Yeah, the little bitch likes it." Now spent and exhausted, the boy simply lied limp, allowing them to play with him without any kind of fight. Oh, he had been so easy to break! That was a good sign. It meant that they were looking at a potential repeat victim. "Let's switch," John said after a moment. "I want his ass before I cum." Jeremy shrugged and pulled out, pushing the boy's legs to the side. "How do you want him?" he asked. "Just like this." So the boy stayed on his back as the two switched places. John roughly shoved the boy's legs up while Jeremy positioned himself above the boy's head. "No, please," the boy sobbed, trying to push him away. Jeremy grabbed both of his wrists, and looked down at the panicked victim. "Open your mouth," he ordered. The boy hesitated, then he slowly parted his lips, sobbing uncontrollably. Jeremy thrust his dick deep into the boy's mouth, watching with satisfaction as the boy gagged on the taste. "What's the matter?" he asked. "You don't like the taste of your own ass? You don't like having it fed to you?" A long, pitiful sob was the only answer he got. For a long few minutes, the brothers fucked him in tandem, each working on his own hole, each taking their pleasure from the broken boy between them. Finally, as John felt himself getting close to that edge, he pulled out. "Switch again," he said. "I want to cum in his mouth." "Sure. But put him back up on his knees." Once more, the brothers switched positions, and once more, the boy was forced to taste himself on another cock. They both quickened their strokes as they neared the edge. Jeremy pounded ruthlessly into the boy, slamming his hips against his ass with reckless abandon as the tension mounted in his stomach. Finally, he exploded, holding the boy tightly against him as he pumped his ass full of cum. He stayed there for a moment, as he always did, his dick throbbing inside that tight, wet sheath. Moments later, John tightened his grip on the boy's hair and quickened his own strokes, not bothering himself to care that the boy was gagging on his dick. He moaned loudly with his release, holding the struggling boy against him, keeping his dick deep in his mouth as his cum shot out. The boy dry-heaved at the taste and tried to spit it out, but John kept his dick in place. "Swallow it," he demanded. "Or we'll fuck you again." Another sob escaped him as he did as he was told. Sighing with contentment, the brothers pushed the boy down onto the bed and turned to put their clothes back on. Jeremy chuckled as he watched the boy curl up in a fetal position, covering his head with his arms and sobbing hysterically, his entire body shaking. He nudged John and gestured to the boy's dick, barely discernable from his position. But it was hard. Again. Just as she always did, Velocity walked into the little studio apartment just as they were putting their shoes on. "Get out," she barked, just as she always did, and Jeremy put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Alright, we're leaving," he told her. "Now." "We're leaving, we're leaving." They walked to the door, obeying her. Jeremy had no idea what the anger in her voice was for, or why she always acted like she was mad at them for what they'd done. He figured it was a show for the victims, to give them the impression that she was on their side. What was that thing, Stockholm Syndrome? He figured that's what she was doing. She was giving the boys a friend to bond with, a shoulder to cry on. Whatever it was, it sure as hell worked. She worked her magic with these boys, changed something in them the same way she did with her own conquests, and made them much easier and much more fun to play with. The next time they came to see this one, he wouldn't fight nearly as hard, or as long. He'd probably just whimper and cry and do whatever they told him to do. And all because of Vel. Because of whatever comfort or pleasure or manipulation or whatever-the-fuck she did. Maybe she made them cum with the taste of cum still in their mouths, with semen still leaking out of their asses. Maybe she taught them how to take pleasure from John and Jeremy, the same way she taught her own boys how to take pleasure from her violent use of them. God, that bitch was amazing! If Jeremy were capable of love, he would probably love her and only her, for the rest of his life. The things she could do to a person's head were worthy of global praise and adoration. The power she exuded, the respect she commanded, the way she could tie a man down, beat him bloody and rape his virgin ass with a dildo the size of a fist, and make him come back begging desperately for more, made her a Goddess in Jeremy's eyes. She was incredible. Indescribable. Vel was his hero. Jeremy looked over to her one last time as he reached the door. He saw her gently reach down and touch the boy's shoulder. He cried out, startled by the touch, and looked up to her with fear and panic in his eyes. "It's alright," she cooed softly. "It's over." Jeremy chuckled. Yeah, it was over. For the moment. There were huge grins on the brothers' faces as they left the apartment, closing the door behind them. Yes, they would definitely be seeing that boy again.