Page 17 of Dominion

“Please,” Dylan cried out. “Please let me come.”

“Look at him, Asher.” Judah came to me as they started moving Dylan toward the bench. “Don’t you want him to stop suffering?”

“You’re a monster,” I snarled. “That’s your son.”

“Ah, but I’m an innovative monster, don’t you think?”

“Fuck you!”

“And you, my boy, need to be a little bit more innovative with that language of yours.”

“No, no, no,” Dylan screamed. I turned my head to see them strapping him to the bench, putting the chains on his wrists, then his ankles. His feet were up in the air, his backside completely exposed and open for all of us to see.

The lube shone, spread over the back of his thighs, mixed with the blood previously spilled. He had been violated by his own father. I knew if we both survived this that he would have scars that couldn’t be seen on his body, but felt only on his soul.

His dick was hard, almost purple from all the strain, while the head looked angrily red.

The giant approached him, dripping lube over his dick, stroking himself up and down as he threw the bottle down.

“No, stop this,” I argued and looked at Judah. “He didn’t do anything!”

“He betrayed me. You could stop this if you tell me where Skylar is.”

“I don’t know where she is! Just leave her be. Let her go.”

“I can’t. Skylar knows too much. She knows more than most of the people I surround myself with. If she isn’t next to me, well, she’s as good as dead.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Dylan chanted crazily, and I saw why.

One of the men who held him before had a vibrator in their hand, pressing it to the head of his dick.

“Give it to him, Riley,” Judah ordered, and the giant entered Dylan in one stroke.

Dylan’s mouth opened but the scream never came out. His eyes weren’t searching for me anymore and I could only imagine what he felt. It was hard enough keeping my composure with the dark-haired man sucking me slowly. This, what they were doing to him—it was wrong.

The bench started shaking as the man, Riley, pummeled into Dylan. Grunts and moans echoed around us along with the sound of the vibrator.

“Stop!” Judah yelled out, and Riley detached himself from Dylan, leaving him panting, moaning, and writhing on the bench. Dylan’s back was pressed against the wall and I could see the tears streaming down his face.

“Why?” Dylan screamed. “Please, Father. Please! I’m begging you.”

Judah came to him, dragging his forefinger from Dylan’s foot, over his leg toward his opening, entering him with one finger. Dylan whimpered, trying to push his hips toward the finger, but the chains rattling around him forbade him from doing so.

“Tell me!” Judah roared and removed his finger.

“I don’t know,” Dylan cried. “I don’t fucking know. Please. I need it, Father. I need it.”

“Look at you.” Judah entered him with two fingers and Dylan bit down on his lower lip, whimpering as Judah pushedin and pulled out. “Like an addict needing his next fix. But it is addicting, isn’t it?”

“Yeessss,” Dylan moaned. “Please, I need?—”

“I know, my boy. I know the feeling.” He snickered and stepped away.

“Goddammit!” Dylan cursed, bucking on the bench. “I need to come!”

“Is this what you want, Asher?” Judah asked me. “Do you want to see him like this every day, every couple of hours?”

“Go to hell, Judah.”