Just a little warning: This chapter is particularly brutal, read at your own risk. ;)

And a very big shout-out to the wonderful Rambling Robin for loving this story as much as I do and helping me stay inspired. Love you, GSSM!

I did as I was told and followed Sir through his homemade dungeon, feeling nervous about what was about to happen to me. But I was secretly glad the man had left Blythe behind; he couldn't hurt the boy if he was locked away safe in the sleeping room.

Sir led me to the hallway across the large room, the one that led to the stairs. I stopped in my tracks when I followed Sir around the corner and saw the concrete steps at the end of the hall. I stared at the heavy metal door at the top of the stairs, the one that led to our freedom. Just like Sir had said it was locked with a key pad; the only way out was with the code. I just had to convince Blythe to tell me what it was and then we could-

"I can just see the gears turning in your little head, coming up with some elaborate plan to get you and Pet out of here," Sir's voice made me jump. He was standing in an open doorway on my left that I hadn't noticed, leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his arms crossed over his chest. "It's really cute that you think you can get out of here," he said with a cruel smirk.

I glared at him, not so afraid of what he would do when Blythe wasn't around.

"We will get out of here," I snarled, my fists clenched at my sides.

Sir laughed at me as he straightened.

"You're fucking adorable when you get mad, kid," he taunted me.

"Fuck you," I growled out, prepared for the slap that I expected to follow.

But he just laughed louder and suddenly reached for me, grabbing my upper arm in a tight, bruising grip.

"Come here, you little shit," he chuckled as he pulled me into the dark room he had been standing in.

He flipped a light switch on the wall and slammed the door closed behind us. As my eyes adjusted I looked around the room, suddenly feeling sick.

The room was the size of a small office, filled with VHS cassettes and DVD's, lining shelves that covered the walls. Against the back wall was a big TV and next to it a dual VHS/DVD player, with a simple, wooden chair in front of the setup. Shit, this was bad.

"What is this?" I whispered as Sir pulled me further into the room.

"You know what this is," he said simply, dragging me over to the chair.

He forced me to sit down, roughly pushing me into the seat. He leaned in close to my face to look me in the eye, bracing his hands on either side of my shoulders against the back of the chair.

"Since you're so interested to learn more about Pet I thought it would be nice of me to show you what he was like when he first came home with me," Sir explained. He watched me for a few seconds before straightening. "He hasn't changed much, really. He didn't even fight me when I snatched him off the street," he told me, leaning his shoulder against a shelf with his arms crossed over his chest. "It was like he wanted me to kidnap him. Those big, doe eyes just begging me to take him in and take care of him..."

"Take care of him!?" I practically yelled. "What the fuck-"

Sir's hand cut my words off, snapping out to catch my cheek in a hard slap.

"Shut up," he ordered, glaring at me.

I held my burning face and glared back at him, but I stayed quiet. He watched me again and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

"I had him for three days before I finally decided to use his ass," Sir said nonchalantly. "He had to learn his name and how to listen to me first. It didn't take long for him to learn though. Pet is such a smart boy."

I stared up at the man in disbelief, unable to comprehend his delusional thoughts. He was seriously psychotic.

"I think my favorite part about fucking him for the first time was the noises he made. He has the sweetest voice, don't you think, Layne?" Sir pushed away from the shelf and walked over to the TV to turn it on.

A gasp left my mouth and my eyes widened when it abruptly became obvious which video Sir planned on showing me.

"N-no, wait. Please don't make me watch this..." I whispered desperately, gripping my fingers on the sides of the chair hard enough to make my arms shake.

Sir smirked at me, beginning to mess with the VCR. He turned and scanned his stockpile of video tapes, obviously looking for one in particular. Once he found it he shoved it in and the TV came to life.

The picture on the screen was blurry at first, but it slowly came into focus. A small, naked, blond boy sat on a large bed, his hands clasped in his lap and his head down. Obviously it was Blythe, but I would have recognized it was him even if I hadn't known the video was about him. He didn't look very different, his hair was shorter and he was smaller, but other than that he looked the same: pretty and innocent in an almost heartbreaking way.

Sir paused the video and moved away from the TV to stand at my side, smiling at the image on the screen.

"Wasn't he cute? So tiny and fragile," he spoke with a longing tone in his voice that made me nauseous. "He was already so obedient and well behaved when I got him, it didn't take me long to break him," Sir continued, glancing down at me before looking up at the TV again. "The first time I fucked him was all it really took to start turning him into my perfect little Pet. He denied it at first, but he loves having things shoved up his ass, he's such a little slut-"

"Stop!" I croaked out, unable to listen to the man talk about Blythe in such a cruel way. "You're so fucking sick! He didn't like it and he doesn't now-"

The back of Sir's big hand snapped my head to the side and almost knocked me out of the chair. His fingers fisted in my hair and he yanked my head back harshly to snarl in my face.

"How many fucking times do I have to warn you about talking to me like that? Huh!?" He demanded, giving my head a rough shake. "Do you want me to punish your precious little Blythe again for something that you did?"

His threat and sudden violence made me gasp and I shook my head the best I could.

"No! Please no! I'm sorry!"

Sir laughed in my face and released me abruptly, shaking his head.

"Fuck you are so weak," he chuckled, patting my cheek roughly.

I flinched from his touch and his words, trying to remind myself that they weren't true. I was not weak. I was strong. I had to be for Blythe, to protect him and keep him safe. Bending to this bastards will to avoid Blythe being hurt because of me was not weak. It was smart.

Sir was watching me again and chuckled darkly, shaking his head. He walked around to the back of my chair and put his hands on my shoulders, making me shudder from the touch.

"I want you to watch every second of this tape, Layne. If you look away, I will punish Blythe in front of you. It's your choice what you do: Look away once and it's punishment time. Watch it like I've instructed you to do and maybe I'll reward Blythe instead. But it's your choice," he said quietly, leaning close to my ear to speak.

I didn't respond, instead I stared at the frozen screen, determined that I wouldn't look away, no matter what I saw or how hard it would be to watch Blythe being raped for the first time. If he had lived through it, the least I could do was watch it and save him from more pain. I would not let Sir win...

Seeming satisfied with my silent answer, Sir pressed a button on the remote and the pause icon changed to a green arrow and the tape began to roll again. I didn't hear any noise at first or see any movement, I thought maybe the scene was still paused, but then a rustling sound came from behind the camera and it shifted slightly. Then a very familiar voice came out of the speakers.

"Look at the camera, Pet, show everyone your pretty face."

Thirteen year old Blythe flinched like he had been hit. He hesitated, but then obediently raised his head up. There were fingerprint bruises on his jaw, he had a black eye, and his lip was split, but not bleeding. His wide eyes didn't meet the camera lens, staying glued to the end of the bed instead. There was something different about Blythe's eyes though, they didn't remind me so much of a beaten puppy's eyes and I realized he had looked like a normal kid when he was thirteen, not like the mindless doll he now was. I hated Sir even more for that, if it was even possible to hate the bastard more than I already did.

"That's a good boy," Sir's voice cooed from behind the camera.

Blythe stayed still and silent, simply staring straight ahead, like he was afraid to do anything that might cause him more pain. Sir said that he'd had Blythe for three days before he first raped him and I wondered what Blythe had went through in those first few days. I shuddered just thinking about the possibilities.

The camera shifted again suddenly and moved to view the side of the bed. It sounded like Sir was adjusting the tripod stand for a few moments, then the camera went still. Blythe hadn't moved an inch, he still sat in the middle of the mattress, but when Sir moved into the screen he looked up, his eyes wide with fear as the naked man crawled onto the bed.

"Are you ready, Pet?" Sir asked in a lust filled voice, pulling the boy closer to the top of the bed so that his head rested on the pillows.

The man had positioned the camera so that it was mainly focused on Blythe. I could see his face perfectly and watched as silent tears slid down the boy's flushed cheeks.

"Please, no..." Blythe's soft voice made my heart clutch in my chest.

"Don't worry, Pet, it will hurt at first, but soon you'll love it," Sir told him sweetly, reaching over to a bedside table for a bottle of lube.

I watched in a daze as Sir lubed his thick cock up. Blythe's innocent eyes stared up at the man in horror, but he stayed silent, not even attempting to try to get away from what was about to happen to him. Sir settled himself between the boy's spread legs and pushed his knees up. Blythe whimpered pitifully and closed his eyes. Then Sir was raping him for the first time.

Blythe's cry of pain as Sir pushed his cock into his virgin body made my heart ache horribly. I desperately wanted to look away from the scene in front of me, but I forced myself to watch for Blythe's sake. I could feel Sir's grip on my shoulders tighten in excitement from the moans and whimpers coming from the TV. It made me sick that he still got enjoyment out of the rape, reliving it over and over when he watched this video. I vowed that as soon as I got Blythe out of here I was going to destroy every video in this goddamn room and burn the whole fucking place to the ground.

The scene lasted for an achingly long time. Blythe's cries of agony and sobbing eventually turned into quiet whines and whimpers. He kept his eyes closed during most of the rape, but when he did open them they were glazed and distant, like he was in shock. His tiny hands stayed at his sides the entire time, his delicate fingers gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. The creaking of the bed and Sir's heavy breathing were loud and all I could hear for a few minutes, but then the man spoke.

"Fuck, you are so perfect. And you're all mine. My perfect little pet..."

Sir groaned in pleasure as he came inside of Blythe's abused body. The boy gasped and let out a choked sob as the man pushed himself inside of him as far as he could. He stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard and holding Blythe close, grinding his hips against the boy's ass. Blythe had his head turned into the pillow, staring vacantly at nothing, until Sir pulled his cock out of his body. He gasped and shuddered, closing his eyes again tight. Then Sir reached up and grabbed Blythe's jaw in his big hand and turned his face up to kiss him.

I was surprised when Blythe's hands suddenly reached up to push at Sir's chest. He whined loudly into the man's mouth and managed to turn his head enough to break the kiss. It was the first time he had shown any kind of resistance during the entire video and I wondered why he fought the man now and not before. What was it about the kiss that bothered him so much...?

"No, don't..." Blythe's voice was hoarse and barely audible, his panting breaths ragged.

Sir leaned up and looked down at Blythe with a curious look, his head tilted to the side, almost as if Blythe had surprised him too. But then he chuckled and backhanded Blythe hard, snapping the boy's head to the side viciously and making him cry out loudly.

"What did I say about fighting me, Pet?" He asked in an oddly calm voice, forcing Blythe to look at him with a hand on his jaw again.

The hit seemed to have taken what little fight Blythe had left in him and turned him limp and unresponsive. Sir smacked the boy's cheek a few times to rouse him, making him moan softly.

Sir leaned down and kissed him again, licking up the blood that coated the boy's pouty lips. This time Blythe didn't respond, lying motionless underneath the man. I cringed when Sir's hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and shook his head hard.

"Open your fucking mouth," he growled out harshly.

Blythe whimpered and closed his eyes, but did as he was told. Sir kissed him for a long time, almost like he was devouring the boy's mouth. When Blythe did anything that the man didn't like he got slapped or punched in the side. After another ten minutes or so Sir finally pulled away to look down at the small body beneath him, a pleased grin on his face.

"Wasn't that fun, Pet?" He purred, stroking the boy's cheek.

Blythe flinched away from Sir's hand and shook his head weakly.

"N-no..." He whimpered.

Sir hit him again, a hard open palmed strike to the side of his face, making him cry out once more.

"Yes it was, Pet," he growled, grabbing Blythe's slim shoulders. "Tell me how much you liked it; tell me how good it felt."

Blythe shook his head again, earning another violent slap.

"Say it!" Sir demanded, giving the boy a rough shake. "Say: 'it felt so good, Sir'."

"N-n-no..." The whispered word was barely audible.

Sir snarled in anger and hit Blythe again, and then again, snapping his head to the right and then the left viciously.

"Fucking say it," he ordered, his fingers wrapping around the boy's pale throat and squeezing just enough to cut off Blythe's air. "Now."

Blythe didn't seem to be able to fight anymore. He laid beneath Sir, limp and motionless. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

"I-it f-felt s-s-so good, S-Sir..."

His quiet, stammered out response made my chest ache, knowing that was the beginning of his total submission to the man. He would do whatever it took to avoid the pain Sir caused him, whatever it took to make Sir happy.

"Good boy," Sir praised him, an overly satisfied smile on his face as he released the boy's throat. "See how much better things are when you obey me, Pet?"

Blythe didn't respond, but Sir didn't seem to care. The big man finally got off of the bed and walked out of view, leaving Blythe alone.

My heart ached at the pitiful sight of the small boy, a bruised, bloody mess on the huge bed that seemed to swallow him up. He was curled on his side facing the camera, his eyes glossy and vacant, and he stayed like that until Sir came back into the scene and scooped him up to leave the room, no doubt taking him back to the basement.

Behind me, Sir hit a button on the remote and the screen went black. I glanced up at him as he walked around me to look at my face. The evil grin that was on his lips made me shiver in fear, but I forced myself to maintain eye contact.

"Wasn't he cute? Trying to make me not kiss him?" Sir commented with a soft chuckle. "The only time he ever really tried fighting me was when I kissed him. He seemed to hate that more than being fucked. Isn't that funny?" He asked, going over to the VCR to eject the video.

He put that one back in its place and moved to another shelf to find the next video he wanted me to watch. After he put that tape in he came to stand behind me once again before hitting play.

This video started in a similar way, focused on a younger Blythe, but this time I could recognize the room he was in. It was the "play room" as Sir liked to call it, in the same corner I had been forced to fuck Blythe in. The boy was kneeling on the padded mat, a blank stare on his face that made me feel cold. He looked horrible. Every inch of his body was bruised, from his head to his feet. Blood was dripping from his mouth in a steady stream to spatter his bare chest, which was bruised so badly I knew he had to have multiple broken ribs.

Sir chuckled from behind me, leaning on my chair.

"I had to beat the fucking shit out of him right before this video. He obeyed me most of the time, but sometimes he was stubborn. Doesn't he look beautiful covered in bruises and blood?"

I didn't respond to his disgusting statement, knowing he was just trying to push me to say something I would regret.

Sir's image moved onto the screen, making Blythe's terrified eyes flick up to look at him.

"Did you learn your lesson, Pet?" Sir asked him softly, tilting his chin up to examine his bruised face.

Blythe nodded quickly, keeping his eyes downcast. Sir suddenly slapped him hard, making him cry out.

"How are you supposed to answer me?" He snarled.

"Y-yes, S-Sir," Blythe mumbled, causing more blood to pour from his mouth.

"Good boy," Sir praised him, petting his hair.

Blythe flinched from the man's hand and cringed, making me feel better in knowing that he hadn't always enjoyed Sir's touch. Sir ignored his cringing and continued to pet him, but then moved his hand to the boy's jaw. He leaned down as he tilted Blythe's head up again and he kissed him hard, grinding his lips against Blythe's hurt mouth.

Blythe jerked out of his grip suddenly, shaking his head and beginning to cry.

"Pl-please, don't! I don't want it!" He sobbed pitifully, staring up at Sir pleadingly.

Sir glared down at Blythe for a few seconds before smacking him hard across the face again. He grabbed the back of the boy's head and punched him in the stomach, making Blythe double over and retch loudly. Sir snatched him back into his kneeling position with a fistful of his tangled hair and snarled in his face.

"Fine, if you don't want to kiss me I'll just use this pretty little mouth for something else."

Sir unzipped his pants quickly and pulled his already hard cock out. He lined Blythe's mouth up to it with the grip he still had in his hair.

"Open. Now!" He ordered, popping Blythe's mouth with his free hand.

Blythe resisted momentarily, but then did as he was told, continuing to sob as Sir shoved his cock down his throat. Sir thrusted hard into Blythe's mouth, using his hair to force him down. Blythe gagged and choked, reaching up to push at Sir's thighs in vain.

Soon Sir was fucking Blythe's throat, both of his hands on the back of the boy's head. At some point Blythe went limp and his hands dropped to his sides; I wondered if he was even still conscious. Sir finally came with a loud groan, holding Blythe down on his cock. When he released him Blythe fell forward, landing on his face. His eyes were closed and he wasn't responsive, but Sir didn't care. He reached down and jerked Blythe up by his hair again and shook him like a rag doll until Blythe's eyes finally fluttered open.

"Do you want me to kiss you now?" He asked the boy, his voice a terrifying growl.

Blythe nodded weakly, his bloodshot eyes glossy and spilling over with silent tears.

"Y-yes, S-Sir," his voice sounded painfully hoarse.

"That's what I thought," Sir said before leaning down to press his mouth against Blythe's again.

The kiss was violent and demanding. Blythe didn't respond at first, but Sir's sudden slap to his already bruised cheek made him open his mouth and kiss the man timidly. I could see how much Blythe hated the kiss and I wondered how long it had taken him to get to the point he was at now, where he seemed to actually enjoy Sir's kisses.

The rough kiss lasted a horribly long time. Sir made sure Blythe continued to actively kiss him back with soft threats and hard slaps that made the boy sob pitifully. When the man finally pulled away, blood was smeared around Blythe's mouth and his lips were bruised and swollen.

"Say it," Sir spoke in a low whisper, his lips hovering over Blythe's abused mouth. "Say it and I'll let you have a nice warm bath upstairs tonight," he bribed the boy.

Blythe's glazed eyes widened slightly as he registered what Sir said. He hesitated, lowering his eyes to the mat.

"Th-thank you... I-I lo-love your... Your kisses, Sir," the boy finished softly, avoiding eye contact with the man.

Sir chuckled darkly, reaching up to pet Blythe's hair in a sweet manner.

"That's my good boy," he praised Blythe softly.

Blythe let out a shuddering breath, keeping his eyes downcast as the man stroked him. After a few seconds I saw Blythe slowly lean into the gentle touch and I could see how torn he felt by the look in his eyes. He didn't want to gain comfort from Sir's hand, that was clear, but he was obviously in so much pain that the tender caressing was making him feel a little better.

I suddenly felt like such an ass for wondering why Blythe enjoyed Sir's touch now. He couldn't help it. It had been beaten into his head that when Sir touched him gently he had to enjoy it while he could; it was the only source of comfort he could get in a life filled with so much pain...

Sir forced me to watch three more videos of him torturing Blythe. Each one was different, but they all had one thing in common: Sir forced Blythe to kiss him in every scene, and the boy fought it each time, begging the man to stop. I couldn't figure out why a kiss seemed to be so much more violating to Blythe than anything else the man did to him; I would have to ask him when I had another chance to talk to him.

When Sir finally clicked the TV off and turned to look at me I felt oddly numb. Watching Blythe get hurt so much left me feeling empty with a deep ache in my chest. All I wanted to do right then was hurry back to the sleeping room and hold him close and tell him how sorry I was for all of the mean things I had said to him before. I wanted to take all of his pain away and bear it for him. Fuck, he didn't deserve it.

"I'm surprised you watched everything," Sir commented, moving to stand in front of me.

I glared up at him, but then lowered my eyes.

"I didn't really have a choice," I muttered.

Sir chuckled at my words, but seemed to ignore them.

"He's something else, isn't he?" Sir said thoughtfully as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't know what it was about me kissing him, but he hated it more than anything."

I didn't respond, trying my hardest not to say something that I knew would get me in trouble. Sir's gaze was filled with cruel curiosity as he watched me, his trademark smirk pulling at his lips.

"You should feel honored that he kissed you so willingly last night..."

Sir's words made my head snap up and I glared at him.

"He couldn't help it, you drugged him," I hissed.

Sir chuckled softly.

"Such a smart boy you are, Layne," he teased. "He's cute when he's all needy and desperate to be fucked, isn't he? Did you have fun making him feel better? He's got such a cute little cock, and makes the prettiest noises when he comes, doesn't he?"

"Fuck you," I growled, willing myself to stay in my seat and not jump up to punch the man in his ugly face. "You overdosed him. You could have killed him! You let him eat the treat that was supposed to be for me-"

"I didn't offer him your treat, Layne. You did," Sir pointed out matter-of-factly. "Technically it was your fault that he got such a high dose."

I stared at him in disbelief, trying to push away the feelings of guilt he was making me feel.

"N-no. I didn't know. You wanted to fuck with him and see how it would make him act. You knew he would want me to fuck him. You just wanted to watch, you're so fucking sick. It's your fault-"

Sir stepped forward suddenly and grabbed my throat in his big hand, squeezing tightly. I began to panic and struggled in his grasp, knocking the chair over that I had been sitting in. Black dots began to dance in my vision and I had the brief thought that this was it, he was going to kill me, but then he suddenly released me, letting me fall to the floor heavily.

I coughed and choked, holding my tender neck as I warily looked up at Sir's towering form. I flinched when he reached for me again, his fingers quickly fisting in my hair. He jerked me up to my knees and glared down at me.

"Watch your fucking mouth, boy," he warned darkly. "Just because Pet isn't around right this second doesn't mean I won't punish him for something you said when I'm through with you. You're going to learn once and for all that I will always get what I want, no matter what that takes. If I want to drug both of you so you can put on a little show for me, then it will happen. And nothing you say or do will stop me. Understand?" He snarled.

I stared up at him, suddenly feeling defeated. I wasn't sure if it was his dominating tone or if it was because I was so weak from hunger, but right then I felt like giving up. I knew he was right. He would always win as long as we were his prisoners. No matter what I did or how hard I fought, Sir would get his way because we were in his world. He had total control with his strength and his threats of hurting Blythe to make me bend to his will. I went limp in his hold and couldn't stop the tears that suddenly started pouring from my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I croaked out pathetically. "I know. I know... D-don't- don't hurt Blythe because of what I said. Please... I'll do anything..." I begged.

Sir stared down at me for a few tense moments and a devilish grin slowly spread across his face as he started to chuckle.

"Anything, hmm?" He asked.

I hesitated, but then nodded the best I could with his fingers still gripping my bangs.

"Just- just don't hurt him tonight... He needs to rest," I whispered, feeling foolish from my request.

Sir finally released me, making me fall on my ass again. He loomed over me, bringing his hand up to stroke his chin in thought.

"I suppose I do owe Pet a reward since you watched the videos like I told you to do. I am a man of my word after all," he said with another chuckle. He stared down at me for a long time, seeming to be thinking. "Alright, Layne. I won't hurt Pet tonight. But only if you agree to my demands," he told me.

I hesitated, gazing up at his tall form.

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" I asked.

Sir grinned an evil grin that made me shiver.

"Well, since I didn't get the show I wanted yesterday, you'll just have to put one on for me tonight," he told me.

I stared up at him, not even realizing I had started shaking my head until words blurted out of my mouth.

"N-no. I can't! I-I can't do that to him," I whispered.

Sir frowned.

"Hmm, that's too bad. I guess I'll just have to pull out some old toys and play with Pet myself then," he said, straightening and turning to look at his rows of torture videos.

"N-no, wait," I said weakly, but Sir ignored me.

"Let's see..." He hummed. "Ah, we haven't played with this toy in a while. It got a little boring using it on him after I had broken him completely. But I'm sure it would be plenty of fun now."

Sir took the tape over to the VCR and popped it in. Before I could protest more the screen came to life and anything I was going to say completely left my mind because of the agonizing scream that suddenly came from the TV.

Blythe was curled up on the floor of the playroom, holding his abdomen tightly as his scream slowly died on his lips. He whimpered pitifully, dragging in fast, gasping breaths through his bleeding mouth. Sir loomed over him on the screen, a twisted grin on his face. A loud buzzing noise began to emanate from the speakers and Blythe's tear filled eyes widened.

"N-n-no! No, please! Not again!" He begged hoarsely.

Sir only laughed at him as he moved closer to his prone form.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't like my magic wand?" He asked teasingly.

I stared at the screen in horror as Sir brought the item in his hand up and tapped Blythe's exposed side. Blythe shrieked in agony and jerked as his body started twitching uncontrollably. The torture continued for several painful minutes. As soon as the electricity left Blythe's body and his muscles relaxed, Sir tapped the electrode stick against another part of his body, making the boy scream over and over again.

Sir finally stopped when's Blythe's screams weren't as loud and his body wasn't twitching as violently as it was in the beginning when the electricity filled rod made contact with his skin. Sir knelt down beside the trembling boy, running his hand over the red marks that littered Blythe's body.

"Fuck, you have the prettiest screams," Sir murmured, his eyes alight with demented lust. "I could listen to them all night," he sighed, moving his hands over more of Blythe's exposed skin.

Blythe whimpered and tried to move away from Sir's violating touch, but his muscles were still twitching slightly, making his body uncooperative. Sir frowned and suddenly grabbed the back of Blythe's head, jerking him up closer to his face.

"Don't pull away from me!" He snarled, his eyes bright with rage. "You are going to fucking learn to enjoy my touch, no matter what I have to do!" He yelled, making Blythe cringe.

There was something different about Sir in the video that I couldn't place. He seemed more violent and angry, like he had no control over himself. I watched his eyes as they moved over Blythe and settled back on the electrode rod lying at his feet. I could almost see the idea that formed in his brain as a scary grin broke across his face, and that's when I realized what was wrong with him: He was drunk.

"Since you don't like my touch, maybe you need something a bit more hard and cold. Something a bit more electrifying," he purred, picking up the sparking stick. "What do you think my magic wand will feel like when I shove it up that little ass?" Sir hissed close to Blythe's ear.

The boy's eyes widened and he shook his head hard.

"N-no! No, please, Sir!" He begged pitifully. "I-I love your t-touch. Pl-please! Please fuck me with your cock. I want your cock!" Blythe cried out, surprising me with his bold words, but apparently he knew what he was doing.

Sir chuckled darkly, turning Blythe's head to look at his face.

"Oh really?" He murmured, his mouth hovering over Blythe's pouty lips. "You need my cock inside of you? You want me to fuck that little boy pussy raw?"

Blythe nodded quickly, breathing hard.

"Pl-please?" He whispered. "I-I need it. I need... You, S-Sir..."

Sir smiled cruelly, thankfully seeming to forget about the electric rod and abandoning it on the floor as he stood, scooping Blythe into his arms.

"You know I can't resist you when you beg for my cock," I heard him say as his image moved off the screen.

A few seconds later the TV went black. I turned my gaze up to Sir who was standing by silently, watching my face. I stared at him in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend how evil he could truly be.

"Y-you fucked him with that thing...?" I whispered, feeling sick to my stomach.

Sir smirked, pushing away from the wall he was leaning against.

"I've only done it once," he said, moving to take the tape out of the VCR. "Fuck, he screamed so loud. Unfortunately I didn't get it on video though... But, maybe I can tonight..."

"NO!" My loud voice surprised me, making Sir look over at me with raised eyebrows. "No. I-I'll do it. I'll fuck him like you want me to. Just please... Fuck, please don't hurt him with that fucking thing," I begged desperately.

Sir chuckled softly as he put the tape back where it belonged.

"I thought you didn't want to hurt him?" Sir asked teasingly.

I flinched from his words, but forced myself to hold his challenging gaze.

"I'd rather hurt him myself than see you hurt him," I struggled to whisper.

Sir watched me for a few seconds, then shrugged.

"If you insist," he said nonchalantly, his cruel grin not matching his uncaring tone. "But you have to actually hurt Pet, Layne. I don't want a sweet little soft core porno. I want you to fuck him hard and make him cry. And if you can't do that, then I'll do it for you. Understand?"

I bit my lip and nodded slowly, but my brain was struggling to keep up with what I was agreeing to do. I couldn't hurt Blythe even if I wanted to. He was too sweet and innocent. How the hell was I going to pull this off...?

"Good boy," Sir said, reaching out to jerk me to my feet. "Let's not keep Pet waiting any longer then. I'm sure he's very lonely and missing his new friend," he said teasingly, dragging me out of the room. "And if you do manage to put on a good show for me, maybe I'll reward you boys with a good meal in the morning," he said as he dragged me back to the sleeping room.

I took deep, calming breaths as I staggered after Sir, trying to gather my thoughts and form a plan. I could do this. I could fucking do this.

Fuck, how was I going to do this...?

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