"Oh, what's this?"

Ben:

The pulsating heat thumped through the darkness, groaning out against the stiffness that signaled my kneeling pose with my head slumped forward. Hissing against the burning sting that sliced through my wrists, ankles, and neck trying to shift out of this uncomfortable stance.

Grinding my teeth against the coppery bar gag strapped tightly around my head pressing the metal rivets tightly into my jaw as the rough leather agitated the clenching flesh with a burning sting. The air swirled with a foulness that brought back nightmarish images as the moldy, pissy metallic air sucked in through my nostrils, filling my lungs with the putrid stench as my nose sensed something else.

The faint aroma of warm spice and fresh rain ruptured the dam of numbness into a swirling tidal wave of heated electrical sparks. Snapping my eyes open, panting wildly against the gag as my vision adjusted to the low lighting of the dingy cell, side glancing to my left as my brothers mirrored my shackled kneeling pose.

Looking back out through the shadowy darkness, scanning the hollowed room as the outline of a petite, curvy silhouette formed before my eyes. Snarling out against the metal gag as her arms stretched out above her head, chained to the metal rings that hung from the stone ceiling as her tangled locks hung down over her lurched torso. The slight sway signaled she was still breathing as her legs jerked against the clinking metal clasps that secured them to a fucking wooden sawhorse.

It wasn’t any normal wooden sawhorse. It was designed for sexual punishment with its peaked center, almost resembling the shape of a child’s drawing of a house, square base with a triangular cap resting between her pussy. Her suspended arms allowed for gravity to work against her struggling legs clamped to the sides with enough space to allow her to lift up but not without great struggle.

Butterfly! Shouting out in out link, met with a heavy fogginess as the grunting groans and clinking metal restraints brought my attention back to my brothers. One-by-one they came too, snarling, thrashing against their restraints as the solid clank of a heavy door echoed through the hollowed shadows. Flinching back as the lights roared to life in a blinding curse of growling grunts, snapping our restrained limbs against the stinging burn of the iron-silver laced shackles.

“Rise and Shine my dear boys. It’s time to play.” Titan chuckled darkly as he unlocked the barred door with a heavy clanking of the iron skeleton keys.

Glimpsing back at the silhouette draped heavily in a hazy halo of blinding light and shadows as the dirt floor exposed two black lines and a wooden bench table lined with various whips. Gulping back the dread that lurched into my throat as Titan entered into the dirt lined cell, lifting the shadowy head of the silhouette as my brothers snarled out in foamy curses, yanking violently against their restraints as Titan turned his amused smirk in our direction.

“This brings back such fond memories. Doesn’t it boys?” He lifted his hands up, looking around the cell as the heavy door clanked closed in the corridor. Myles and Bain stepped into the cell, dressed in dark sweats exposing their muscular torsos of glistening water droplets and dripping locks as their bare feet thudded softly against the dirt flooring.

“It’s been, what, twelve years since your first time in the training facility, specifically the ‘breaking cell’.” I could hear my brothers heartbeats speed up rapidity against their snarling curses as Titan stepped forward, trailing his fingers along the wooden bench table, slipping a braided whip from the table with a sinister smirk.

“BWUTTURFIY!” Roaring out against my gag as the whip sliced through the air, cracking violently against her torso as a screaming cry rasped from her shaking body, thrashing against her chains as her legs jerked and slapped against the wooden sides of the sawhorse. Smelling the sweet aroma of her essence as she struggled to keep her ass lifted from the pointed peak.

Another slicing crack had us lunging forward, violently yanking against our restraints, ignoring the stinging burn that cut through our flesh. Snarling, panting wildly as foamy saliva dripped from ouR gagged mouths.

“FWUCK OU!” Her snarling voice rasped out around the gag as her arms tighten against the chains, lifting her torso up enough to keep a small gap between her and the sawhorse.

“Feisty Little thing.” Bain chuckled darkly, walking behind her as he slid up behind her, draping his muscular legs over her quivering thighs as his hands gripped the sawhorse like a gymnast, pressing his weight down on her trembling legs. Pushing her down into the sawhorse as her whimpering gasp snapped something demonic inside our bodies.

“That got their attentions.” Myles chuckled darkly, stepping up next his brother as his fingers slipped a braided flogger from the table.

Not sure who growled wilder as we lunged forward at the same time, snapping our chains to their fullest length as the braided tendrils sliced against her chest in a snapping crack. Realizing the line in the dirt indicated where our chains stopped our thrashing approach as the other line ran directly under her sitting pose.

Strike zones. Shit. Shit. Shit!

“Someone is beginning to remember.” Titan walked slowly along the table, halting his steps as his cold chocolate ambers stared at me with a sickening grin laced across his darkened features.

Rage surged through my body as the memories flooded back to the first time our ‘father’ introduced us to the ‘breaking cell’. The poor girl was maybe twelve, secured the same way as my Butterfly, but we were just innocent boys, learning to fight for survival with the help of Max as our trainer up to that day. Gulping back the bile that crept up my throat as her crying screams haunted the memories vivid depiction of our father breaking her mental resolve.

“What happens when you defy an order?” Those swirling chocolate orbs pierced through my memories as the girl’s whimpering groans triggered a saddened fear in us, standing numbly as he offered the whip handle to us.

Motioning with his head to take a crack at the girl, shaking our heads at his silent command only making him angrier as he stalked behind her. Looking over her shaking shoulder as her tear-stricken eyes glimmered up at us with a fearful hue of green. Without hesitation, he slipped his goliath hands along her face, thrusting his muscular arms and palms as her head snapped violently to the side and her body flopped limply against the restraints.

The worst part of the whole situation was he unshackled her lifeless body, kicked her to the dirt floor and motioned for one of his men to bring in the next whimpering girl. Shackling her up the same way.

“Each one of you will take a turn breaking her, and if you refuse.” His haunting voice timbered through the room as he mockingly thumbed over his shoulder to the lifeless body of the girl as her glassy green orbs stared back at us with nothing but emptiness.

That was the day we shut down completely. The day we knew that no matter the blood relation to this man, we would end up just like that helpless girl if we didn’t fight to survive. I hated every second spent in that cell, the mental torture, the rage felt for a man that was supposed to be our father but instead the heartless monster that cared only about his greed and torture.

“Pick your poison?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest with a satisfied smirk, looking over at my brothers as their swirling hazel-ambers dulled with each panting breath. My Butterfly whimpered and cursed against her gag, thrashing against Bain’s legs as he applied more pressure to her trembling thighs with a sinister smirk as he leaned back onto his perched hands.

Elias reached his hand out, snarling against his gag as her swirling blue eyes misted over watching Myles and Titan share a triumphant smile. They stepped back behind the line, smiling evilly at her snarling gaze, tossing the braided whip over to Elias’ feet as he hesitated to pick it up. Our eyes locked on to her frightened blue orbs, signaling to her we were ‘sorry’, but we knew what would happen if we refused his command.

Elias gripped the braided handle in his trembling palm as his eyes turned glassy staring at the tool we had used countless of times to inflict pain and pleasure, looking up to Elicia as her misted eyes closed shut with a gasping whimper. The sawhorse soaked in her essence as her trembling thighs chafed against the wooden surface.

“I think they need a little more reminding of the consequences.” Myles chuckled darkly to an amused Titan as he motioned to Bain in a silent command.

“I always wanted to do this.” Our eyes grew wild with rage as Bain reached around her sweat coated stomach, trailing his fingers down over her naval as her blue orbs snapped open in a snarling pant, thrashing her head violently as our bodies went rigid with the snarling growls that ripped from our chest.

“Oh, what’s this?” Bain chuckled darkly over her shoulder as he lifted his fingers, smearing her glistening essence around with a snarling moan as he traced his fingers over his lips, sucking slowly along each digit as Elicia snarled violently.