Zac
Zac, Hayden and Owen have just arrived at Conor and Brians house who are high ranking members of the slave police. A naked slave has opened the door for them. Owen wants to enlist their help and send them on a mission to capture Tyler and Max and rescue Jordan.
Their house is big, they have three slaves in the living room, two of which are naked on their hands and knees, Conor and Brian are sitting on them using them as furniture. The third slave is Bryce who has being modified into a dog. "Hey guys" Owen says as he enters their living room.
Owen barely even flinches at the sight, far too accustomed to such displays. He strides in, confident and commanding, giving a brief nod to acknowledge the slave’s turned furniture. “Conor, Brian”. He greets them, his voice steady.
“Nice place you've got here.” He gestures to the slaves, his smile coldly amused. “You've been busy.” Owen and Hayden sit on two Lazy boys and Zac sits down on the sofa near Bryce. He looks at Bryce, his hands and feet curled, and his sky dyed to look like fur. Truly a dog now.
"Right Owen, we were just about to get down to some real fun when you burst in." Conor shrugs, eying Owen's group with a lecherous look. "What brings you here then?" he adds. Owen rolls his eyes, smirking. “Don't let me stop you. We've got business to discuss, but it can wait a few minutes.”
He looks around the room, surveying the scene. “Though...I gotta say, that's impressive.” He jerks his chin towards the two slaves being used as furniture. “You've trained them well.” He pulls out the footrest his feet, inches from the slave’s face, making himself comfortable, like he owns the place.
"Trained yes, but they still need motivation." says Brian as he reaches out, grabbing one of the slave's butt cheeks forcefully. "Now where were we?" he asks looking up at Owen. Owen smirks, amused by Brian's actions
“Motivation, huh? I'm sure they appreciate a firm hand. Or, rather, a firm...other parts.” He chuckles darkly. “Anyway, before we dive into whatever twisted games you've got planned, there's something important I need to bring up.” He leans forward slightly, his expression serious.
“My two slaves we stolen and I want them back.” Owen says anger still in his voice. "Oh, did your little toys get away? That's unfortunate, but we'll get them back for you, no charge of course." Conor responds, sounding nonchalant.
“Unfortunate?” Owen scoffs, his eyes flashing with anger. “Unfortunate? It's a goddamn insult. And it wasn't just some random escape. It was planned. Organized.” He leans back, his voice low and dangerous.
“Tylers involved and Max. And I want him and my slaves back”. He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. “You're going to help me.” Tylers name gets Conor’s attention and he starts to take things more seriously. Any mission involving Tyler could really help his career. “What happened?”
"Tyler and Max took my two slaves and have Kidnapped Jordan, they are heading to the Canadian border, we need them back before they enter and get away, they are meeting Liam and Corey, I believe they were your slaves before they escaped across the border, so this may be rewarding for both of us" Owen says smiling
“Liam and Corey, you say?” He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah. Those two were mine, once”. He growls softly, clearly furious about their escape. “They're gonna regret running”. He cracks his knuckles. “I know where they enter and re-enter the country”. His words make Owen smile.
“We will intercept them, I’ll get my slaves back, you get yours, we will rescue Jordan and then capture Tyler and Max. On the journey back we will make sure they suffer. They will be unrecognisable” Conor warns.
"I want Tyler brought to me, don't hurt them too much, Tyler is the face of a growing slave resistance, I'm going to parade him naked through the streets to show what happens to people who rebel" Owen adds smirking. Conor shrugs moving around on the slave.
“Perfect. You parade him around, shame him...break his spirit completely” Conor smiles taking a cigar from his pocket. He takes a long drag from the cigar. A line of ash forms at the tip. Conor clicks his fingers and Bryce crawls over. He opens his mouth and Conor tips the ash into his mouth.
“Meanwhile, Max... Owen grins wickedly, his mind already racing with possibilities. Max will get a taste of true suffering. I'll break him, remould him, make him forget that stupid hero complex of his. By the time I'm done, he'll be begging for an end to the misery” Owen adds.
“I have heard how creative you can be with your humiliation” the way they talk about slaves as objects surprises Zac. He looks as the slaves used as furniture. They don’t even react to the conversation.
"I do like to humiliate and degrade my slaves in the most creative ways possible. But I hear you are very creative yourself. I heard what you did to your former friend. I think I might steal the idea from you guys and turn Max into a toilet" Owen says laughing to what’s in Conor and Brians bathroom.
“We are quite proud of that one.” Conor chuckles, gesturing toward the bathroom. “You approve of our setup?” Brian chuckles too, clearly proud of their creativity. “Yeah, you can say that. They're our personal porcelain thrones”. He grins. “So, you wanna make Max... one of those? For good?”
"Definitely, but first things first, let's bring them back.” Owen brings the conversation back to the now. “Absolutely. We'll bring 'em back, and then we'll show 'em what happens when you mess with us.” Owen nods vigorously, already imagining the satisfaction of reclaiming what's his.
"It’s a while since me and Hayden got to humiliate a slave properly, can we have some fun with these three" he says while motioning to the two slaves working as furniture and Bryce, who is laying on the ground collecting ash from Conor’s cigar.
“Go ahead. Have your fun. It'll be... entertaining, I'm sure. Besides, it'll give me a chance to see exactly how creative you boys can get.” Owen grins, settling back into his seat, clearly intrigued. Hayden looks at Bryce. “What happened to this one” he asks.
He gestures towards the dog-slave, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, we modified him. Was a bit of a wildcard so we decided to break him, make him submissive, make him an animal" Brian explains, staring down at the dog-slave with an air of superiority.
“Modified, huh? That's... impressive. You've truly animalized him. Bet that wasn't easy.” Hayden chuckles cruelly, enjoying Bryce's dehumanized state. “It's beautiful, really. A man-turned-beast. I bet he loves being treated like a dog, huh? Lapping up scraps, wagging his tail.” He adds.
Conor and Brian get up of the two naked slaves and walk over and sit beside Zac, Hayden and Owen, walk over to the two slaves, on their hands and knees.
“Ah, perfect”. Owen crouches down, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He reaches out, running his fingers through the slave's hair, a mockingly gentle gesture. “Look at you two. So obedient.” He chuckles, standing up, towering over them.
“You're just... waiting for orders, aren't you? Pathetic.” He glances over at Hayden, then back at the slaves, clearly enjoying himself. Owen looks to Hayden, "Let’s have some fun, how can we truly degrade these two" Owen asks his sadistic friend, a wide grin come across Hayden’s face.
Hayden taps his chin thoughtfully, considering for a moment before his grin grows wider. “Well, we could make them clean us with their tongues...really drag it out. Or maybe.” He, leans in close to Owen, whispering ideas in his ear that make even Owen's eyebrows rise.
“Yeah, something like that ought to do it. Really reduce them to nothing more than filthy animals.” He pulls back, licking his lips, eager to get started. “What do you think? Too tame or just, right?” Owen asks looking for his friend’s approval. “Just right” Owen responds. Hayden smiles.
Owen and Hayden both kick off their flip flops revealing their bare feet, Owen turns to Conor, "got any of Bryces Dog food handy" he asks. “Yeah, I've got some kibble handy.” Conor smirks, clearly enjoying where this is going. He gets up to retrieve the dog food.
Hayden snickers, rubbing his hands together. “Oh, this is gonna be good”. He eyes the slaves, a cruel glint in his eyes. You boys are about to learn what it means to be lower than dirt. He smirks, flexing his toes. "No not kibble too good for them fetch me two tins of wet dog food" Owen says to Conor.
“Oh, wet dog food, huh?” Conor's face splits into a wicked grin, shaking his head. He leaves the room, chuckling darkly. He returns shortly, holding two tins of wet dog food, the labels clearly visible. He tosses them to Owen, who catches them effortlessly.
Hayden snickers again, shaking his head in disbelief. “You're insane, you know that?” He whispers, clearly thrilled. Owen opens the two cans of dog food, he pours one can on his bare feet and the other over Hayden’s. They both step in it and smear it on the floor with their feet.
"I want both our feet sparkling clean" Owen says to the two naked slaves. “Yeah, clean up this mess. With your mouths”. Hayden orders, watching them with a cold, merciless stare. Hayden chuckles, wiggling his toes, the dog food squelching between them. “Don't keep us waiting, boys.” He mocks.
Owen smirks, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. You heard us. Get licking. And be thorough.
The two slaves start licking the dog food off their captors’ feet, their faces a mix of humiliation and resignation. “Oh, how delightful.” Owen leans back, savouring every moment. He glances at Hayden, who's clearly enjoying himself, too.
He reaches down, grabbing the slave’s hair, holding him firmly in place. “Hey, slow down. Don't miss any spots.” He forces the slave's face closer, his foot wiggling slightly. “You're missing some right there.” He snickers, enjoying his power.
"That's it, use your tongue properly" Hayden adds, his tone commanding yet amused, still wiping his foot off on the slave's back. That’s good. “Make sure to get under the toes, yeah?” Owen chuckles, his foot moving slightly, testing the slave's obedience.
“You're doing a decent job... for now.” He smirks. “Hayden, help them understand how important this is, would ya? Give 'em some encouragement.” Owen winks, knowing exactly what kind of "encouragement" Hayden would provide.
Hayden brings his other foot down hard on the slave's nose while he's busied cleaning Owen's foot. "Don't lose focus now, we don't want to have to remind you again." he warns. He starts slapping the slaves face with his barefoot.
“Perfect.” Owen chuckles, nodding approvingly. “Remind me again why I love having you around, Hayden? Ah, right. It's because you're just as cruel as I am.” He grins, satisfied with the slaves' predicament.
He shifts his weight, pressing his foot slightly harder against the other slave's face. “Good boys, good boys. Keep licking.” His voice drips with condescension. “Or else.” He trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air.
After fifteen minutes of licking their feet clean Owen steps away. "Thanks for that, I missed humiliating slaves, we will leave and let you get to your mission. I suggest if you want to keep this lifestyle you have, you won't disappoint me" Owen warns Conor and Brian.
“Don’t worry. I've got a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other soon”. Conor responds. Owen puts his feet back into his flip flops. He glances around the room, committing every detail to memory. His gaze settles back on Conor, his eyes narrowing.
Oh, and Conor? he calls out, pausing at the door. "Before we go can, we see this toilet you modified your slave into, I want to see what Max's future holds" Owen asks Conor. Ah, yeah! Of course. Conor nods enthusiastically, standing up. Follow me. He grins, leading Owen deeper into the house.
“So, you're really interested in doing this to Max, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased with himself. “I mean, it's not every day you get to do something like that.” Conor adds, impressing the president’s son is definitely good for him and his brothers
They all walk to the bathroom leaving the slaves behind. Zac is at the back of the line, as they enter the bathroom it looks like a normal bathroom, a metal toilet seat is hooked to the wall, Conor points in the direction and Owen, Hayden and Zac peer into the toilet.
It’s is hard to see but looking up from under the seat is a slave, a spider gag keeping his mouth wide open, his eyes look empty. "We modified its body, this switch means when we press it the slave will shit and piss through a hole in the table connected to sewers.
His body is bricked into the wall. Nutrients and drugs keep it alive" Conor boasts, for the first time in years Zac is shocked at what he has seen. He doesn’t know if he is horrified or just purely incredulous. Owen and Hayden though are grinning.
Owen's grin stretches from ear to ear, his eyes shining with sadistic fascination. “Jesus Christ. That's... genius.” He murmurs, almost reverently. Hayden's laugh is low and dark. “Oh, man. That's actually... really impressive. How long has he been... like that?”
Zac remains silent, his face pale, his stomach churning. He tries to process what he's seeing, but it's too much. "Modified its body," huh? Owen repeats, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. “I bet that wasn't easy.”
"He has been there about 4 months now" Conor answers. "Is this what you have planned for Max" Brian asks. “Four months?” Owen repeats, impressed. He crouches down, peering closer, ignoring Brian's question entirely.
The slave's empty eyes seem to bore into him, but Owen's grin only widens. He taps his chin, considering. “Yeah, I can definitely see the appeal.” He stands back up, his expression unreadable. He nods slowly, his gaze flicking towards Zac, who's clearly struggling.
“Hey, Zac, you alright?” He tilts his head, feigning concern. Hayden shoots him a knowing look, aware that Owen's only interest lies in Zac's reaction, not his well-being. Owen leans against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for Zac's response.
Zac smiles and nods. Owen seems satisfied with his answer. “Ok, let’s go, I expect to see my slaves soon” Owen says as he leaves the bathroom, Hayden and Zac follow him.
Felix
Felix is lying naked in a dirty cell, he is wearing a collar that is chained to the wall. He didn't sleep very well the night before. He hears the cell door opening and Tanner walks in. A shitting eating grin painted on his face.
"Two years, I have been chasing you. Now it’s time for me to finally have my fun with you" Tanner says while brushing a hair from Felix's eyes.
He spits at Tanner's feet, a futile act of defiance. "Fun?" he repeats bitterly, his voice rough from screaming, crying, and lack of sleep. "You call this fun? You're monstrous."
Despite his exhaustion, his fury fuels him, giving him enough strength to glare at Tanner with pure, unadulterated hatred. The collar around his neck feels like a noose, tightening with every passing moment.
"Your anger only makes this more entertaining," Tanner chuckles darkly. "But don't you worry, I haven't forgotten all the plans I have in store. You're going to entertain me for quite some time. Félix seethes, his anger simmering just below the surface.
He's trapped, and Tanner knows exactly how to push his buttons. "It's not entertainment," he spits, his teeth clenched so hard they ache. "It's torture. And one day, you'll regret it." His words are laced with venom.
He tugs uselessly at the collar, feeling the chain rattle against the stone wall. There's no escape, not yet. But Felix refuses to give up. Not completely. Not while there's still breath in his lungs. He'll find a way. He has to.
"You’re so beautiful Felix, I have wanted you for years even when we studied together. I still want you, now I have you to humiliate, dominate and please me" Tanner taunts.
Felix's face twists in revulsion, his mind reeling back to those carefree days of studying together. How could he have been so blind? So naive? Tanner's words cut deep, poisoning the memories he once held dear. He swallows hard, trying to push down the rising wave of nausea.
"Shut up," Felix snarls, his fingers curling into fists. "You're sick. You're not even human." He's desperate to hurt Tanner, to make him stop talking, stop touching him. But his words are weak, pathetic, and they both know it.
Tanner runs his hand down Felix's chest reaching his dick, he cups his balls and gives it a soft tug. I am going to enjoy today Felix so much I have looked forwarded to taking you for so long. Felix gasps, his body involuntarily tensing under Tanner's touch.
"You're a nightmare," he hisses, his voice trembling with rage. "You're nothing but a cruel, heartless bastard." Felix's chest heaves as he struggles to regain control, his pride battered and bruised. The longer this goes on, the harder it becomes to cling to his dignity.
Tanner walks behind Felix, his hands firmly grasping Felix's hips as he speaks close to his ear, "You are so responsive... I'm going to play with you all night." He starts groping Felix roughly.
"Get off me!" he bellows, thrashing against Tanner's grip, but it's pointless. His movements are restricted, feeble. Helplessness suffocates him.
"You can't escape this, you humiliated me with your rebellion, now it’s time for your punishment, your humiliation and my pleasure" Tanner threatens
Felix's lips curl back in a silent snarl, his eyes blazing with rebellion though the fire burns low, flickering like a dying flame. He knows he's lost, cornered, and helpless. But he won't surrender, not entirely. Not yet.
"You think this is punishment?" he hisses, his voice strained, barely holding back the sobs. "You're wrong. This is your victory, yes. But it's also your downfall. The beginning of it."
Felix’s word anger Tanner he can’t believe the naked prince is speaking to him this way. He kicks his shoes off, he is now barefoot, he looks down at Felix. "Kiss my feet and say you are sorry for rebelling." Tanner orders his old friend.
The command hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. Felix's gaze drops, fixed on Tanner's bare feet. His stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. How could it have come to this? The boy he once called friend, now his tormentor. “No” Felix says spitting on Tanners barefoot.
"Then so be it." Tanner says coldly. With a swift motion, Tanner yanks Felix's hair, pulling his face up towards him. "Open”. Pain lances through Felix's scalp, forcing a strangled cry from his lips. His eyes water, blurring his vision, but he sees Tanner's cruel smirk. His heart races, panic setting in.
"No" Felix stammers, trying to resist, but Tanner's grip is unrelenting. His jaw clenches, refusing to budge, even as tears stream down his face. He'd sooner bite off his own tongue than comply. Tanner shoves Felix's head forward, forcing his mouth onto Tanner's foot. "Taste your punishment."
Felix chokes, gagging on the sheer injustice of it all. The rough skin of Tanner’s foot presses against his lips, the smell overwhelming—dust, sweat, and something acridly bitter. He wants to vomit, wants to scream until his lungs give out.
Despite being grossed out, Felix opens his mouth wider and drags his tongue along the bottom of Tanner's foot, his pride shattered but still holding onto the smallest thread of defiance as he does exactly what Tanner wants.
Slowly, mechanically, he drags his tongue along the sole of Tanner's foot, each movement feeling like a betrayal. The sound that leaves him is a strangled whimper, half-choked by the lump in his throat.
His jaw aches from the strain, his tongue numb, but he continues, forcing himself to endure every wretched second. Tanner pulls Felix away, his foot dripping with spit. "Good boy," he says in a mocking tone, wiping his foot on Felix's face before stepping back. "You've pleased me for now.”
He's disgusted, but not surprised he knew Tanner would revel in his misery. "Pleasing you is a fate worse than death," Felix murmurs, barely audible, his voice cracked and defeated. But he won't let his silence be mistaken for surrender.
"Oh, you haven't seen the worst of it yet, fag." Tanner chuckles, a cruel glint in his eyes as he starts to unbuckle his belt. He looks ready to tear Felix apart.
Felix's blood runs cold. His breath catches, stuck in his chest. There's something fundamentally terrifying about Tanner's laughter, about the way his eyes gleam with malice. It's as if the very devil himself stood before Felix, relishing in his terror.
"No," Felix whispers, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes wide with terror. He tugs uselessly at the chains again, desperation clawing at his insides. "No, please."
Tanner finishes unbuckling his belt and lets it fall to the ground with a heavy thud. He unzips his pants and leans down, his face now level with Felix's.
Fear paralyzes Felix, rooting him to the spot. His eyes lock onto Tanner's, searching for any shred of humanity – but there's nothing. Only emptiness, void of empathy. The air thickens, thick with menace, and Felix feels like he's drowning.
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly. His whole-body trembles, anticipating the worst. The proximity is suffocating; Felix can sense Tanner's breath on his skin, making his skin crawl.
"Please...don't," he begs, his voice cracking. The words taste bitter, humiliating. But what choice does he have? He can't fight back, can't escape.
"Now be a good boy and show me exactly how sorry you are." Tanner growls as he grabs Felix's hair again, forcing his head up as he lines himself up with Felix's mouth.
Felix flinches, his entire body recoiling from the impending violation. His heart pounds wildly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He closes his eyes, nausea washing over him, but Tanner's grip is unyielding. A whimper escapes his clenched teeth, a pathetic sound that fills him with self-loathing.
"Please...don't make me—" His pleas fall short, cut off by the harsh reality. There's no mercy here. Only Tanner's twisted desire.
He opens his eyes, meeting Tanner's cold stare, searching for any glimmer of mercy—anything—that might spare him this horror. But there's nothing. Just cruelty. And power.
Slowly, reluctantly, Felix parts his lips, his lips trembling like leaves. His mind screams at him to resist, but his body betrays him, preparing itself for the worst. He's trapped, forced to choose between preserving whatever dignity he has left—or surviving.
Tanner thrusts inside Felix's mouth, his pace brutal. He groans low, revelling in Felix's pain and humiliation.
Felix gags, his airway constricted. Tears stream down his face, burning trails down his cheeks. He tries to breathe, but Tanner's relentless pace leaves him gasping for air. His stomach convulses, threatening to empty itself. The sensation is invasive, degrading, stealing away every last shred of dignity.
He can feel Tanner's triumph, his joy at reducing him to this state. It's like being suffocated, drowned in Tanner's cruelty. Felix's mind blanks, focusing solely on the struggle to survive each brutal thrust. His pride lies shattered, crushed beneath Tanner's boot.
Through watery eyes, Felix catches sight of Tanner looking down at him, eyes wild with lust and dominance.
Felix feels like he's staring into the abyss. Tanner's wild, crazed expression—it's like nothing he's seen before. It solidifies the truth. There's no escape. Not now. Not like this. There will be a time when there is now, he just has to endure this.
Felix squeezes his eyes shut again, unable to bear the weight of that gaze. But even with his eyes closed, he can't escape the feeling of Tanner's dominance, suffocating him, crushing him.
Tanner puts a finger in Felix’s mouth and forces it open. His dick is rock hard. He pushes it into Felix’s mouth and starts to thrust. Felix starts to gag as Tanner begins to moan loudly. His thrusts become faster. He is getting closer and closer to coming.
Tanner's final thrust leaves Felix breathless, gasping. His lungs burn, and his throat aches, raw and sore. He hangs limp, defeated, his body shaking uncontrollably. He can't think, can't feel anything except the burning shame that consumes him whole.
“There was something I didn't tell you.” Tanner walks over to the large mirror on the wall he presses a button and it goes from being a mirror into a window, on the other side stands President Hicks, he is stood besides, a man naked, hanging from a cross, watching everything, it is the king, Felix's father.
Felix's vision blurs, his vision narrowing to a pinprick. No. No, no, no. This can't be happening. His father...hanging there, exposed, helpless. Just like him. A strangled noise echoes in his chest, refusing to emerge.
He shakes his head, denying the truth, but it's right there, staring back at him. His father, humiliated, degraded, and he's powerless to stop it.
Tanner's laughter echoes in his ears, a cold, mirthless sound. He feels sick, like he's drowning in a nightmare. How many people have seen him like this? Reduced to nothing. His family...his people...what have they done to them?
“Making your father watch your torment is the greatest torture we could give to him Felix, it was the presidents idea, isn’t he a smart president?” Tanner is beyond smug.
This is beyond cruelty. Beyond anything he could have imagined. The president's cleverness only adds salt to the wound. He wants to scream, to curse them both, but his voice barely rises above a whisper.
"Please Tanner, take him down, I’ll do what you want." Felix crawls forward kissing Tanners bare feet. He trails off, his mouth dry, his thoughts shattered. How could they be so cruel? How could they use his father like this? The once-mighty king, reduced to a spectator to his own son's misery.
"Look at him, all broken and begging." Tanner gestures towards Felix. "Doesn't the sight please you, your majesty?" The president replies with an amused chuckle, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
He can almost hear his father's pain, his silent anguish. It's too much, knowing he's causing his dad distress, that he's too weak to protect either of them. He swallows hard, trying to find his voice, but it cracks under the weight of his emotions.
"I'm...sorry," he whispers, unsure who he's apologizing to. His father, himself, or some higher power that's abandoned them both. That won't help you, there some more humiliation for you to endure and your father to endure, also look in the corner, this all being live streamed”
Live...streamed? Felix's gaze slowly drifts toward the corner, his mind reeling. He feels like he's been punched in the chest again, again, again. The world spins around him, threatening to collapse entirely.
He wants to vomit. He wants to crawl away and hide. But he can't. Not with his father watching. Not with thousands of tens of thousands of strangers witnessing his degradation. "Please...just stop," he murmurs, though he knows it won't make a difference.
Tanner shakes his head, cruelly grinning. "I promised you more, didn't I?" He removes the chains from the wall, then wraps them around his waist, forcing him to his knees. Felix flinches at the sudden movement, dread curling tighter in his stomach.
He steels himself, bracing for whatever comes next. His knees dig into the cold floor, a painful reminder of his helplessness. His fingers clutch at the chains, as if he might somehow break free, but they're unyielding.
Tanner yanks Felix by the hair and roughly shoves him onto the floor, straddling him. "Beg for it." He growls as he looks down at Felix, his eyes dark and glinting. “Beg for it or I will ensure your father suffers more than you can imagine” Tanner warns.
Pain explodes across Felix's scalp, forcing a cry from his lips. He lands hard on the floor, disoriented, trapped beneath Tanner's imposing figure. The darkness in those eyes sends shivers down his spine. “Beg.”
The word echoes, echoing the desperation in his chest. Beg. Like a dog. Like a slave. Like someone who's lost all dignity. Felix's throat constricts, refusing to cooperate. His pride wars with self-preservation, leaving him paralyzed. But the longer he hesitates, the worse it'll be. He knows it.
"P-please..." A tiny, broken sound. Not enough. Not nearly enough. He tries again, forcing the words past his lips. "Please...don't...do anything else." His voice cracks, barely audible. But it's not enough. He can sense Tanner's displeasure. With a surge of panic, Felix adds.
"Please...I'll...I'll do whatever you want. Just...don't." Tanner’s grin is wider than the Chesire Cat. "Well, that wasn't too hard now, was it?" Tanner mockingly praises, his expression twisted with satisfaction.
Felix feels his cheeks burn, shame burning brighter than the ache in his scalp. The mock praise is a slap in the face, reminding him that he's given in, even if only slightly. He lowers his head, unable to meet Tanner's gaze, his eyes burning with rage and helplessness.
"Shut up," he hisses, barely audible, his defiance a pathetic, feeble thing. But he can't let Tanner think he's completely broken, no matter how much it hurts. His pride won't allow it. "It’s time for the ultimate humiliation Felix, in front of the entire world and your father" Tanner taunts
Felix's blood runs cold. The ultimate humiliation? What could be worse than this? He swallows hard, his heart racing. He glances nervously at the corner, remembering the livestream, his father watching. He's trapped, utterly defenceless. He realises what Tanner means.
He shakes his head wildly, pleading silently. No, please, no, anything but that. But his pleading falls on deaf ears. Tanner's enjoying every second of this. He's going to do whatever he wants, and Felix can't stop him.
"Say it, tell me I own you." Tanner demands, his fingers digging into Felix's jaw, forcing him to meet those cruel eyes.
Felix's breath hitches, his chest seizing up. Those words three simple words would be the ultimate surrender. His soul rebels, screaming at him to resist, to fight, but Tanner's grip makes his head spin.
He hesitates, lips trembling, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The thought of admitting defeat, of surrendering his very identity, makes him want to disappear. But the alternative...he can't bear to think about it.
"I...I..." His voice breaks, barely audible. Tanner's grip tightens, his grip crushing. "Say it." Felix closes his eyes, the words burning his tongue. A tiny, defeated whisper escapes. "You own me." With a crazed laugh, Tanner releases Felix, standing up and stepping back.
He reaches down to pull Felix up by his hair. "Good boy. Felix's relief is short-lived, replaced by a fresh wave of agony as Tanner yanks him up by his hair. Good boy. Those words cut deeper than any whip or fist. He grits his teeth, refusing to let out another sound, even as tears prickle his eyelashes.
His vision blurs, his hair pulling painfully, but he forces himself upright, his hands instinctively reaching for his head. He's shaking, his entire body screaming in silent protest. Good boy. It's a label meant to strip him of everything, to reduce him to nothing more than an object.
Tanner roughly throws Felix on a table spreading his legs. Felix lands hard on the table, his limbs flailing wildly. He tries to close his legs, to protect himself, but Tanner's grip is relentless. A strangled gasp escapes him, his face burning with shame.
Spread out like this, vulnerable and exposed...he feels like an insect pinned to a board. He's completely at Tanner's mercy, and there's nothing he can do about it.
He glances around frantically, searching for some escape, some reprieve, but there's none. His father must be watching, witnessing his utter humiliation. The thought makes him sick. With a smirk Tanner picks up a bottle of lubricant from the table and chuckles darkly. "Ready for the final act?”
Felix goes numb. His mind goes blank, refusing to process what's happening. No, no, no... this isn’t real. But the cold, hard reality of the situation crashes down on him like a tidal wave. The lubricant. The table. The way Tanner looks at him, like a predator savouring its prey.
He tries to scramble backward, but it's useless. Nowhere to run. He's cornered, trapped, about to suffer the ultimate violation. His breaths come in quick, shallow gasps, panic rising like a stormy sea.
"N-no... please...don't," he whimpers, his voice barely audible, his pleas weaker than whispers. His eyes dart wildly, searching for any sign of mercy, but there's none. His naked body is pinned down by Tanner.
Tanner forces Felix's legs even further apart and slicks up his own fingers with the lube before leaning in close to his ear "Beg for it." He growls low and hot against Felix's skin. This is something he must endure. The night is always darkest before the dawn.
Felix shudders, his mind racing. Beg. Again. Please, no, anything but that. But Tanner's closeness, his cruel, intimate tone, makes Felix's stomach twist. He feels like he's drowning, suffocating under the weight of his own humiliation.
He squeezes his eyes shut, tears leaking out despite his efforts. He can't believe he's being reduced to this, stripped of everything, forced to debase himself. But what choice does he have? He can't fight back. He's powerless. For now.
A tiny, wretched sound escapes him, almost a whine. "P-please...d-don't make me..." His voice cracks, barely holding on. Tanner's waiting, breathing against his skin. Waiting for Felix's complete surrender. He swallows hard, his throat dry.
"Please...I... I’m begging you. Don't..." He trails off, unable to finish. Tanner looks pissed that he won’t beg. He shakes his head and looks down at the naked Felix and then to the president. The president nods his approval and Tanner thrusts into Felix’s ass.
A desperate cry tears from his throat, mingling with the sound of Tanner’s rough movements. He arches his back, attempting to resist, to escape, but it’s futile. Every fibre of his being screams in protest, but there’s nowhere to go, no way to stop this.
Tears stream down his face, hot and bitter. His body tenses, rejecting every invasive touch. He feels himself shattering, piece by piece. He wants to scream until his voice gives out. He wants to disappear. He wants this nightmare to end. But it won’t. Not until Tanner decides it will.
He looks over at his father whose head is bowed refusing to watch. President Hicks is smiling and laughing. The president, Owens father and Tanner’s uncle. He has created these two monsters. He is the architect of the world’s misery and his.
Tanner Plows into Felix. Pain erupts, radiating from deep within. Felix gasps, his back arching sharply, his nails digging into the wooden surface beneath him. Every fibre of his being screams in pain, in violation. He can't breathe, can't think. Only react.
In the background, he hears his father struggling, the muffled sounds echoing through the chaos in his mind. He thought they would show his father some mercy at least for political reasons. He knew he would lose his Kingdom but never expected this.
Felix trembles, sweat trickling down his skin, mingling with his tears. His breaths come in ragged sobs, each thrust punctuated by a strangled noise, something between a groan and a sob. He feels dirty, broken, and utterly defeated.
His world narrows down to this moment, this agony, and the knowledge that his father is watching him suffer. After ten minutes Tanner finishes inside of Felix, he leans on him before catching his breath.
He stands up looking down at the helpless Felix, he picks up a pad and turns off the live stream. He leans over Felix. He runs a finger through his hair. He leans in and kisses Felix on the cheek then stands does up his pants and leaves the room.
Felix lies motionless, shattered and numb. His body feels heavy, used, and violated. The ache within him is unbearable, both physical and emotional. He can't bring himself to look up, to acknowledge Tanner's exit, or the fact that the livestream his father's torture has ended.
He just lies there, trying not to move, trying not to feel. Tears continue to fall, silent and relentless, dripping onto the table beneath him. His chest heaves, struggling to regain control over his ragged breathing.
This better be worth it he thinks. This act he is playing of the victim. This mirage he trying to convey. This illusion. He knows the time for change is coming. He knows he must be patient that soon the world will change again. He knows, he hopes, he doubts.
Tyler
Tyler is driving a Van with Jordan and Max sitting in the passenger seats. They have the slaves they liberated in the back. They are going to a wooded area using back roads to meet Liam and Corey who are also escaped Slaves.
They are going to transport them to a compound in Canada with other freed slaves. They are fearful the slave police will catch them before they get across the border to safety. News of Troyes arrest has spread causing tension with the group.
"How do you guys feel now that we are so close" Tyler says to Max and Jordan as he drives the van. Neither of them answers at first. They are both thinking of Troye and the danger he is. Max tries to shake the thoughts from his head.
"I feel like we are so close but so much can go wrong" Max says while nervously looking in the rear-view mirror for any sign of pursuit.
Tyler nods, his jaw tight. "I know, man. It's a risk. But we've come too far to turn back now. We just have to stay sharp." He adjusts the rearview mirror, his eyes scanning the road behind them. "We can't let our guard down, not even for a second."
Jordan leans forward to see the road ahead "Agreed. But let's try to relax a bit too. The tension isn't helping. Tyler exhales sharply, his grip on the wheel loosening slightly. "Yeah, you're right. It's just... we've seen some messed up stuff. Can't help but worry."
He leans back, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Some of them in the back... they're barely holding on. It's like they've given up." He shakes his head, his eyes flashing with anger. "We're almost there. Almost free."
“You bet we are. Once we're there, we can make things right. Just hang in there.” Jordan gives Tyler a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Tyler smiles slightly, feeling a sense of comfort from Jordan's words. "Thanks, man. I needed that."
He focuses back on the road, the trees whizzing by in a blur. "We'll get there. We'll make sure everyone's safe. And then... then we can start rebuilding, ya know?" There's a fire in his voice, a determination that won't let anything stand in his way. "No one's gonna hurt them again."
In the distance they see a school bus and two men standing out in front of it. "Let’s hope this Corey and Liam" Tyler says nervously. Tyler slows down, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah, it’s gotta be them. But we can’t be too careful.” He glances at Max and Jordan, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Stay alert, guys. If anything feels off, we’re out of here. No questions asked.” He pulls the van to a stop a few feet away from the bus, his eyes locked on the two men.
The three of them get out of the van, the area is foggy, Tyler can see his breath in the chilly weather. The lights of his car shine on the two men in front of them. "Corey, Liam" Tyler says nervously.
Tyler's hand instinctively goes to his pocket, he runs fingers over the taser. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but his senses are on high alert. He sizes up Corey and Liam, his eyes darting between them, searching for any sign of deception.
The fog swirls around them, making it harder to read their faces. He swallows hard, trying to push down the lump in his throat. "Yeah, that's us," one of the men replies, taking a step forward. Tyler doesn't relax his stance, his muscles coiled tight.
Tyler breathes a sigh of relieve, thank God he mutters under his breath. He steps forward to the two of them. "It's good to finally meet you in person" he says offering his hand to Corey. He is flanked by Max and Jordan. Max analysing the situation carefully.
Corey shakes his hand firmly, a small smile spreading across his face. "Likewise, Tyler. We've heard a lot about you guys, obviously" Tyler releases a quiet breath, his anxiety easing slightly. He glances at Liam, who nods in greeting.
“Growing up it’s not exactly how I wanted to become famous. First man to be paraded naked through the street” he says smiling. The five of them laugh. Tyler smiles back, his relief evident. "So, everything's set? The compound's ready?" He asks, getting straight to business.
"Yes, we have over 250 rescued and escaped slaves living there, the Canadian government supports us and gives us aid. But I must warn you before we get there. Some of them are broken badly, it might shock you when you see some of them" Corey says to Tyler.
That word hits hard. He knows what it means. he’s seen it before. He swallows back the rage burning inside him. "I understand. We've seen our share of horrors too. But two fifty. That's incredible. You're doing God's work, Corey."
He runs a hand through his hair, bracing himself for what's ahead. "Let's get going. We've got more people to bring to safety." Tyler walks back and leans into the van, "It's safe to come out" the back doors of the Van open. Brandon, Kyle, Toni, Finn and Robin emerge from the rear of the vehicle.
They are carrying bags with medicine and devices for reversing some of the procedures done on slaves. Tlyer helps and it takes them two trips to fill the bus with supplies. Liam and Corey exchange happy looks watching the bus being loaded.
"These are the members of the Civic Experiment the first enslaved under the new laws. These Two are Finn and Toni. They have medical experience in reversing some of the modifications and conditioning that was done to slaves. They can help your group" Tyler says.
Corey's eyes widen, impressed. "Medical professionals? That's a blessing. We've had some complications with the deprogramming process. Your friends will be invaluable." Liam nods, his gaze scanning the group. "We appreciate you bringing them along. It'll make all the difference."
Tyler gestures proudly. "Anything to help. They're strong, reliable they've been through hell, but they're fighters." He pauses, his voice dropping. "So are the ones in your care, I'm sure." Finn and looks at the other the former slaves.
"We will follow in the van no point abandoning it" Max says, holding Jordans hand. "We will be right behind you" Jordan adds. Kyle turns and looks at Max. “Why did you let us carry all that gear to the bus if you’re taking the van” he asks.
Max laughs “I’m sorry, I was wondering why you were doing that. Yeah, I probably should have said something” he says smiling. Kyle shakes his head and returns the smile. “You know if you didn’t rescue me from being shit and pissed on, I might be annoyed” Kyle says as everyone laughs.
Tyler nods, his eyes softening slightly. He knows how important it is for Max and Jordan to stick together, especially after everything they've been through. Hearing the former slaves laugh is the greatest sound he has ever heard. "Alright, we'll lead the way. Stay close."
He turns to Corey and Liam, his voice low. "Let's get moving. I'm ready to see this safe haven you've set up." He gestures towards the school bus, his mind racing with thoughts of the people waiting for them. He glances back at the van, ensuring Max and Jordan are right behind, and follows Corey and Liam onto the winding path ahead.
Tyler sits beside Liam just behind Corey who is driving the old school bus, the slaves from the Civic sit at the back talking amongst themselves. “Dr Phillips tells me you set up the compound uniting all the escaped slave" he says half as a question and half as a statement.
"That's right." Liam nods, his eyes locked on the road ahead. "Dr. Phillips was instrumental in helping us establish the compound. He's been a lifesaver for so many." He glances over his shoulder at the rescued slaves, his expression sombre.
"It wasn't easy, but we've created a community here. People helping each other heal, rebuilding lives...it's not perfect, but it's something." A hint of pride creeps into his voice. "We've even started getting some basic services going again food, medical care, education for the kids..."
Tyler listens intently, his imagination filling in the gaps. He can't wait to see this place for himself. "Dr Phillips says the two of you regularly come back across the border to liberate slaves. That must be scary each time" Tyler questions. Liam shifts uncomfortably, his jaw tightening.
"It's...not exactly a walk in the park. But we've gotten good at avoiding the patrols. Still, every time we cross back over, my hearts in my throat." He rubs his temples, tired lines etched on his face. "It's worth it, though. Every single time. If we can save just one more, it's worth the risk."
"The system is broken, we need to fix it, not just for us but for the future generations." Tyler says firmly, his voice echoing the conviction in his words. Liam's eyes flash with intensity, mirroring Tyler's determination.
"Damn right, it's broken. And we're not just fighting for ourselves, we're fighting for humanity. For the right to live free, without chains or collars." He leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees. "We're not just rebels, Tyler. We're revolutionaries. And we're not stopping till this nightmare ends."
Corey chimes in from the front seat, his voice steady. "It's a long road ahead, but we're not alone. Having you guys here, with your skills...it's a big boost. We're stronger together." Tyler nods. "We'll get the bastards who started this mess" Tyler's voice is hard, full of defiance.
"This world will be free again.” Tyler says for the first time starting to believe it. Liam grins fiercely, clapping Tyler on the back. "Now that's the spirit! We'll bring those monsters crashing down, I swear to the God, I don’t believe in."
The bus hits a bump, jostling them. Liam rights himself with a chuckle. "Easy does it. But you're absolutely right freedom will come again. And we'll be the ones to deliver it." The atmosphere in the cramped bus grows heavier with purpose as the men share a knowing look.
This is no longer just survival it's war. And Tyler is ready to fight. The bump worries Tyler and he walks to the back of the bus to make sure Max and Jordan are following safely behind, then he sees it an SVU, crashing into the side of the van sending it spinning.
Max and Jordan fallout from the van walking around disorientated. Out of the SVU emerges Conor and Brian two members of the slave police. They approach Max and Jordan.
Tyler's heart races as he sees the chaos unfold in front of him. The sight of the SVU crashing into the van makes his blood boil. He rushes back to the front, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Shit! We gotta go back” but Corey keeps driving.
He glances at Liam and Corey, urgency in his voice. "We can’t let them take Max and Jordan"
Without waiting for a response, Tyler springs into action, rushing towards the back of the bus to grab whatever he can use for protection. He shouts out to Max and Jordan, trying to rally them. "Get to the bus. We can't let them separate us"
His eyes lock on Conor and Brian, fury igniting within him. "You want a fight? You got one!"
Liam turns to Tyler "we have to go we don't know how many more police there are, Tyler your more important than you know, you are the first person enslaved we can't risk going back for them now. But we will soon, we have to get over the border or we will all be taken" he says putting a hand on Tylers shoulder.
As Tyler is about to protest seven more SVU's pull up behind Conor and Brians. Time slows down. Tyler's world narrows to a pinpoint, his vision tunnelling. He shakes his head, refusing to accept what Liam's saying. His friends. His family. Left behind. Again.
He shakes off Liam's hand, his mind racing. Seven police vehicles. Too many. He knows it. He's not stupid. But...but...Max. Jordan. They're right there. He can't accept it. "Tyler, listen to me," Liam hisses, grabbing his arm. His grip is tight, desperate. "We'll come back. We'll get them. Just...just trust me."
“Why aren’t the police following us” Tyler asks. Liams lip curls slightly. “We set up an ambush once along these parts. We took some of their men. They are in a prison in Canada. They followed us this close to the border since” Tyler runs his hand through his hair.
“Have you any one now, that could help us” he asks. “No” Liam responds. Tyler nods, looking back through the window. Max who had fallen looks groggy and swings for Conor as he approaches, Jordan tries to tackle Brian.
Tyler watches, frozen, as Max swings blindly and Jordan tries to take down Brian. His fingernails dig into the seat in front of him, knuckles white. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." he whispers, his heart splintering. He wants to run out there, to fight alongside them, to protect them.
But he knows he can't. Not with seven cop cars surrounding them. Jordan takes Brian of his feet and Max's second swing seems to hit Conor square on the nose but it doesn't look like there was much force behind it.
Tyler's breath catches, a mix of horror and pride. They're putting up a hell of a fight, but...it won't be enough. He's terrified that one wrong move will get them killed.
He clenches his teeth, feeling trapped. He's torn between his loyalty to Max, Jordan, and the others, and the harsh reality of their situation. He glances at Liam, pleading silently. Please, please, please, don't leave them behind.
"Please...please tell me we're not just...just leaving them," he stammers, his voice barely audible. "We are outnumbered Tyler" Liam says. As the bus is driving away Tyler watches the fight. His heart beating faster than it ever has before.
Tyler watches, helpless, as the distance grows between him and his friends. They're putting up such a good fight, but it's clear they're outmatched. Every second feels like an eternity. He feels Liam's words like a punch to the gut.
"Dammit," he mutters under his breath, his fists clenched so tightly if he could he would pummel Conor and Brian. He presses his forehead against the cool glass of the window, as if it might somehow bring him closer. "This can't be happening again. Not like this."
As Max comes forward again Conor hits him with a stun gun and he slumps to the ground, Brian overpowers Jordan. As the bus rounds a bend and onto a straight run. Corey increases the speed. Tyler puts his hands in his head and slumps down on a seat.
He doesn't notice the time passing his mind is spiralling. He feels Liam putting a hand on his shoulder. "We crossed the border 30 minutes ago, we have arrived at the compound. We are safe, you are a free man Tyler" Liam says
The words barely register. Safe. Free. What did they even mean when his friends weren’t? His hands remain clenched, his entire body rigid with tension. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t react, just stares blankly ahead, the image of Max and Jordan on the ground replaying in his head.
Free? How could he be free when they weren’t? Corey pulls up in front of a walled compound, the gate opens as they pull in. It's a small community full of people. children, elders, all types. Liam opens the door for Tyler.
Tyler steps out, numb. He barely notices the walls, the people, the bustle. He's stuck in a nightmare, reliving the moment they drove away. He feels like he's abandoned them. Like he's left pieces of himself behind.
He doesn't register Liam's gentle gesture, his focus still fixed on the distance, on the road behind them. He swallows hard, his throat dry. Free. Safe. Those words feel hollow.
The former slaves walk towards Tyler and start to hug him, one an old man with a missing arm looks Tyler in eyes "Tyler, you give us hope, that the world can change" he says hugging Tyler a tear in his eye
The old man's words pierce through the haze in Tyler's mind, his eyes locking onto the man's tear-filled gaze. For the first time since the escape, his emotions threaten to overwhelm him. He returns the hug, tightly, fighting back his own tears.
Hope. That's what they see in him. But what about Max and Jordan? "They shouldn't have had to say goodbye like that," Tyler murmurs, his voice cracking. "I should've...I should've done something."
