Page 63 of Beautiful Beasts

W e wanted to do a million things to Gus, but none of them seemed to get the revenge we wanted for our Beauty, and then it clicked. We found the best way to get our point across and to make sure that he suffers for what he has done to Bella. The best way to help him understand what he has done is by going through what he put her through.

It is fucking perfect.

Our men came down earlier and pulled Gus out of the room of sound and light torture. They hosed him off, and he was rolled back out into the main torture room. I have laid out several different medieval torture devices we have collected, just in case. He’s seen us torture men before, and he thinks he knows all our tricks, but we dug deep for these. We have come up with ways to do to him everything he tried to do to Bella, only worse. He wanted to break her spirit, break her mind, and then leave her bloody and broken. We have accomplished the first two, but now it’s time to make him pay. By the time we are done with him, there will be nothing left but bloody, broken pieces.

Gus is trussed up again. His arms and legs are spread wide, and his wrists, ankles, head, chest, and waist are locked down with chains. He’s not moving and will be at our mercy until he takes his last breath.

We walk into the room and stop a few feet away from Gus. He is breathing hard and looks from me to Harley and then to the man standing next to me. It wasn’t hard to find a male whore who was willing to do what we were wanting.

I have learned that everyone has a price, and all you have to do is find a person’s price and offer them more; then, you know they will do whatever the fuck you want them to do without question. And people say money can’t buy happiness. I think they are fucking wrong because this whore is the best investment my brother and I have ever made. Spending a million dollars to make sure Gus experiences the pain he put our Beauty through is worth every last penny.

“Do as we ask, and you will get another million after it is done,” I offer.

“Honey, I get it,” he says calmly as he removes his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers on. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

This man is known as “Donkey Dick” or DD, and from the monster bulge in his boxers, it’s not difficult to figure out why.

DD wastes no time as he approaches Gus and nods at Harley to move the cross into position. Once Gus is in position, DD stops in front of him and lowers his boxers, kicking them off to the side. I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest as the man grabs his very large dick and begins stroking himself. His nickname more than fits the description. He walks into Gus and pulls back on his hair.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Gus snaps, spit flying from his mouth, making me chuckle.

It is fucking funny he thinks he has a choice. He fucking doesn’t.

“Be a good whore and open your fucking mouth,” DD snaps.

Gus doesn’t say anything, and I can see him clench his jaw closed.

“Good whores know how to suck cock. Whores don’t get to choose who they fuck,” DD says in a low voice as he slaps Gus across the face with his dick. The resounding smack mixes with Gus’ muted whine.

His words cause my chest to tighten. Bella told us what Bruce and Gus said to her, and we made sure DD knew what he needed to say. It’s a little different, but it still makes my stomach twist.

DD steps back so my men can step in. One comes up behind Gus and grabs his face, squeezing until he is forced to open his mouth. An adjustable o-ring gag is shoved into his mouth and strapped around his head while another of our guys starts to twist the knob, forcing Gus’ mouth to open. He continues until his mouth is open wider than he could do naturally. My man looks at me, and I nod, telling him to keep going.

The sound of bones snapping and Gus’ ear-piercing screams echo through the space. I give the signal, and my men step out of the way. At some point, Gus passed out, but we were prepared for that. He is not going to get out of this that easy. Harley grabs the enhanced nipple clamps. They have wires attached to them, and they run to a battery pack or some shit—another one of Harley’s gadgets he uses. I don’t ask questions; I just want results.

Harley attaches the clamps to Gus’ nipples, steps back, and pushes a button. Gus’ body comes alive, and in less than twenty seconds, he is conscious again and is drooling blood from his dislocated jaw. DD steps back into place and shoves his hard dick into Gus’ mouth. Gus tries to fight the intrusion, but he’s at our mercy. DD starts to aggressively fuck his face, and his gags and screams fill the room. I don’t need to see his face to know that he is crying like a little bitch.

Good, now he understands a little of what our Beauty felt.

DD continues to fuck Gus’ throat until he passes out again. I’m not sure if it was from the pain or if DD choked him unconscious, but either way, Harley steps up and zaps his ass again, bringing him back around.

The gag is removed, and Gus is repositioned to where he is facing the floor with his ass in the air. Blood drips from his mouth onto the floor beneath him. He’s screaming unintelligible things, but nothing is going to stop what we have planned next.

DD grabs something from his bag, and as he walks from Gus’ head, he runs his fingers along his body, which seems to piss Gus off more.

“How’s it fucking feel to be touched in ways that you doubt want, Fucker!” I’m barely holding my Beast back.

DD chuckles as he steps between Gus’ legs. It’s at this moment that I see what DD grabbed from his bag, and I have to run my hand over my face to keep from laughing. DD has a paddle of sorts in his hand. The best way to describe it is a rectangular board that has holes bored through it with a handle, and when DD swings it down, the whistling sound can be heard through the room right before it lands across Gus’ ass with a loud smack.

Gus howls out in pain as DD beats the shit out of his ass and thighs until he’s broken skin. Blood drips from split skin, and welts are covering Gus’ lower back, ass, and thighs. DD has barely broken a sweat as he throws the paddle to the side and runs his hand through the blood coming off Gus. He strokes his bloody cock a few times before spreading Gus’ ass cheeks. He lines himself up and shoves his hard cock straight into Gus’ tight ass.

No lube, no warning, just literally ripped him a new ass. Gus’ screams fill the room as DD grabs Gus’ hair and violently starts to fuck his bloody ass. I don’t know how long DD pounded into Gus, but at some point, DD pulled out of Gus. He walks to Gus’ face as Harley adjusts the cross. He strokes his cock a few times and shoots cum all over Gus’ face and in his gaping mouth. DD steps away from Gus, leaving him sobbing and sputtering with blood dripping out of his mouth and ass.

Harley moves the contraption again and lifts Gus back into the upright position. Gus has cum, blood, snot, and slobber running down his face. A smile forms across my lips as I watch him closely.

DD gathered his things and stopped at my side. “You have my number if you are ever in need of my services,” he smiles and heads toward the door with one of my guys.

“You were worth every penny. You’ll have a nice bonus in your account when we are done here.” And with that, DD walks out the door with a pep in his step.

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