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Cal fought, but it was two against one, and they easily overpowered him, even once the handcuffs were unlocked.

He was dragged over to the setup Titus had been working on in the center of the room.

His bound wrists were forced up and attached to one of the chains that dangled from the ceiling, and he struggled, despite knowing there wasn’t a chance he was going to get out of this.

Until Aodhan stepped behind him and Calix felt something bulbous rub between his cheeks.

He went still.

“You can keep fighting,” Titus told him. He was positioned in front of him and captured his chin between two fingers, tilting his face up so their eyes could meet. There was a sparkle in his emerald eyes that hadn’t been there before, an excitement that knocked the air right out of Cal’s lungs.

He knew that look. He’d seen it on the faces of some of the worst criminals he’d ever dealt with.

“It might make you feel better,” the director kept talking, as though unaware just how much he was suddenly spooking Calix. “Or are you giving in, little monster? Have you decided to hear us out?”

He nodded his head without really meaning to, instincts screaming about the danger loud enough to overshadow his need for resistance. “Yes.”

Aodhan chuckled behind him, still trailing the tip of whatever he was holding up and down Cal’s crack teasingly.

Whatever it was, it was too cold to be the man’s cock.

Too wide as well. He pressed it a little closer, but didn’t try to insert it.

“Is that right, Detective? Are you giving in already?”

“Why are you doing this?” he meant the question for the doctor, since asking Titus had gotten him nowhere, but quickly learned it didn’t make a difference.

“Because I want you, baby. Haven’t you picked up on that by now?”

“You’re lying. All of this, pretending to like me—”

“I didn’t pretend,” Aodan disagreed firmly. “You’re insulting us both by saying that. Are you listening to us or not?”

Calix pursed his lips and frowned. It was easier to tap into that anger and fight when it was the doctor doing the talking.

“That’s a no,” Titus answered for him, since Aodhan couldn’t see his face.

“There’s no need to pout.” He ran the pad of his thumb over Cal’s full bottom lip, quirking a brow when some of his good sense returned and Calix tried to jerk his head away.

“I’m getting bored with your hot and cold act though. Fair warning.”

“Detective.” Aodhan’s arms came around his waist, pulling him back against his chest. He nuzzled the top of Cal’s head. “Let’s think of this rationally. You remember how good it feels, being with me, don’t you? Now times that by two. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

He kept his eyes on Titus as he gave a slight shake of his head.

“No. No, being used by the two of you does not sound like fun, actually. I’m not some toy you can toss into the mix to bolster your relationship.

And,” he pulled away from Aodhan as much as he could, getting into Titus’s space to sneer, “I don’t fuck murderers. ”

“Hate to break it to you, baby,” Aodhan let out a low whistle, “but that’s what you’ve been doing this entire time.” His shifting backwards was the only warning he gave before suddenly, the object from before was thrust forward.

Calix gasped and then cursed as the thick, rounded end of something metal was forced into his entrance.

Instinctively, he moved away in a misguided attempt to escape it, but Titus was there to shove him back into place.

The object scraped against his insides, curving before coming to a stop fully seated within him.

“Relax. This is the anal hook I promised I’d use on you. It’s safe, can’t you tell?” the doctor asked.

“Get it the fuck out of me!”

“You shouldn’t curse.” Aodhan gave the object a little shake, causing Cal to hiss. “Mercy doesn’t like it.”

“What. The. Hell?” Cal growled, ignoring him.

The doctor tutted, but that was all the reaction he was given time for before Titus made his displeasure known.

The director’s left hand shot out, pinching Calix’s right nipple and twisting hard enough to wring another howl out of him.

Without letting up, he spoke, voice still calm and collected despite the way Cal was writhing and panting.

“I wouldn’t bother taking the time to train you if you were a mere plaything. That isn’t your purpose.”

He gritted his jaw, gathered his courage, and glared at Titus. “Kind of hard to believe that with a thing shoved up my ass and the two of you prodding me with your hard-ons.”

“At least mine is still in my pants,” he leaned in and whispered, a second before the sound of a zipper coming undone came from behind Cal. “You were ready to listen earlier, have you decided to be obedient?”

Calix should take the out being offered. Should nod again like he had before when asked if he’d hear them out. If nothing else, keeping them talking would buy him time.

But time for what?

Troya would already be halfway off the planet by now, and the only other person who may have checked in on him would have been Bruce.

Even though he’d missed his ship off planet, he imagined he couldn’t have been unconscious for too long.

Which meant even if his commanding officer did try to get in touch with him, no one would worry for at least another twenty-four hours.

Even though he’d been a high-standing agent, he’d also just wrapped up his final case and put in his resignation…

Why bother stalling if there was no one left who’d care enough to rescue him anyway?

“Go to hell.” He braced for the worst when Titus grinned.

“Poor little monster,” the director cooed. “That was the wrong answer.”

Calix couldn’t hold in his surprise when instead of moving for him, the director turned on Aodhan, yanking him around Cal so he could touch him.

He had Aodhan stripped down to nothing, his clothes flung about the room, and positioned with a knee on the seat of the chair in under two minutes. The sound of his palm whacking against one of the doctor’s round ass cheeks had Cal jumping just as much as the doctor.

“We had a plan for a reason. You’re always so impatient,” Titus scolded.

“It’s not my fault,” Aodhan disagreed. “He was going to leave.”

“He’s being punished for that already. Now it’s your turn. Bend over and brace yourself with the chairback.”

Calix swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away as he watched the doctor scramble to do as he was told. He’d always enjoyed looking at Aodhan’s naked form, at how long his legs and his torso were, how broad his shoulders…

His cock hung heavy between his thighs, full and dripping, but Cal had never seen him from this angle before. Had certainly never seen his cheeks spread or the way his hole looked.

Titus licked his pointer finger and then drove it into Aodhan’s body without any sort of warning aside from his grip on the man’s ass.

His expression never altered, even when Aodhan cried out in pleasure.

He finger fucked him for a bit, first with one digit, then two, then three, seemingly lost in the task for a while.

Calix refused to feel jilted. How ridiculous would he have to be to feel that way? Just because they’d made it seem like they wanted him… Clearly he was nothing more than a plaything, otherwise, why string him up like this?

Not that Titus was being particularly loving or soft to Aodhan at the moment…

The director undid his fly with his free hand and pulled himself out, ignoring the gasp that Cal made at the sight of the massive cock in his hold. He stroked himself a couple of times, slicking his shaft with precome before tugging his fingers free and lining himself up with Aodhan’s entrance.

Calix’s hole fluttered as he watched what had to be nine or ten inches push its way into Aodhan’s body. The doctor hissed, and that only had Cal reacting more.

Back at the orphanage, he’d once walked in on two of the other teens getting it on in the bathroom. The sounds had ignited something in him, the dirty words spoken between them…the way the girl had resisted.

Later, he’d found out she’d been playing along, and his journey down the rabbit hole that was consensual non consent and rape fantasy began.

But he’d never actually gotten around to experimenting with it with someone he was attracted to.

Introducing pain to the equation had been simple because he could inflict that on his own.

He’d always been too ashamed to seek out a partner willing to try dark kinks with him.

Especially since, deep down, he’d always known it wouldn’t really be what he was after anyway.

Cal didn’t want pretend.

He wanted to be used and defiled and punished for real. With emphasis on that last one, because it was what he deserved for being such a shitty person.

For being so warped.

But he’d experienced something of the like before, and knew he also wanted to be into the other person. He wanted more than carnal sensation triggered by instinct or misattribution of arousal.

He wanted to want it. Wanted to be able to enjoy it.

The closest he’d come had been the night of the reunion, because even though he hadn’t liked that it was Heathe, he’d still been attracted to the man.

Knowing it’d actually been Aodhan…

Those were dangerous thoughts, hitting too close to a truth he’d long since buried and left for dead.

If he admitted to his twisted desires, then he’d have to admit that a messed-up part of him was thrilled about all of this.

Thrilled about finally getting to experience fantasies he’d only ever been able to concoct in his mind.

Fantasies that had only ever been forced upon him as a form of degradation.

That wasn’t his particular brand of kink. He didn’t want the other person to put him down and make him feel shitty about his lust. He wanted them to understand and take control and make him like it because they liked him.