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Vance died first.

With a room full of acolytes and death by my side, it went flawlessly.

“Swap him with Noah,” I said, returning the wicked grin Cali had given me.

This was half her idea, half mine. She deserved this as much as I did.

Without questioning our reasoning, Grimm unshackled Vance, leading him by the metal ring around his neck to the table Noah was shackled on.

Romero turned a lever in a circular motion, and the large metal panels resting against the top of Noah’s head and jaw loosened.

“It’s a vise,” Grimm explained.

Romero dragged Noah off the table, and the man began to pray as soon as he his knees hit the ground.

“Not this shit again,” he sighed.

Grimm shoved Vance down on the table in his place. He didn’t make a sound, didn’t even try to fight back as his arms were stretched above his head and secured in the ropes. Where was the fun in that?

Grimm spun the vise back shut, securing Vance’s head in place.

I circled around to stand in front of him as Cali had Romero lift Noah off the floor.

“You’re an ass man, right Vance?” I asked, stroking the hair on top of his head.

“Well, we know Noah is,” Cali said, coming to stand by me.

We’d decided it would be best not to take unnecessary risks, and placed her where she couldn’t possibly be hurt.

She held the position by Vance’s head, and just like we wanted, Romero and Grimm easily lifted Noah up onto the table behind him.

Each held an arm as he struggled, and I dragged his boxers down, exposing his ugly blob of a dick. I ignored his cries, doing the same to Vance so his ass was exposed.

“You know what to do,” Grimm said, dragging Noah’s cock closer to Vance’s ass.

“Please, show mercy,” Noah mumbled, choking on a cry.

I started to laugh. Was he for real?

“This fucking pussy is not related to me,” Romero snapped.

“Spread his ass,” Grimm demanded, unabashedly grabbing Noah’s cock, pulling on it like a rope.

Romero let his arm go and gripped Vance’s cheeks, pulling them apart.

I moved out of the way, adjustin my grip on the prod Grimm had handed to me before we began.

“You hear that Brat? He asked for mercy.” He smiled at me; force feeding Noah’s cock into Vance’s hole.

I smiled and lifted the prod, tappin the zapper once, twice.

The acolytes were shiftin about by this point in excited anticipation. As soon as Noah’s tip touched center, Vance reacted, yellin out all kinds of obscenities. “Here honey, you’re going to want to bite down.”

I looked at Noah’s face, how the tears leaked off it, the slobber as he begged like a fuckin coward. I was disgusted. I saw myself in his place, pleading for it all to stop and he did nothin but watch.

He hurt me, and he’d hurt my family countless times in the past.

I wanted him to beg for mercy, and then I’d give him death.