Sean forced himself to take deep breaths. He needed to keep his wits. He would worry when the bike stopped. Scooting to the bars, he took in the layout of the land. He'd never been in Red Cyclone territory. The more he recalled, the easier escape would be. Unlike the Toxic Glow Skull gang, these guys were far more alert. They had at least six guys that were armed up with smoke grenades, masks, bats, brass knuckles, and more. They only moved to let the bikes through and down into a cement tunnel. Sean's heart skipped. They lived in the underground? The walls of the tunnel were covered in graffiti from so many different gangs that it was hard to tell who owned the territory. The place was dimly lit, but still more than enough to see everything in a yellowish hue. The bikes came to a stop and more armored men approached them to chat with Bradley. They were too far away to hear over the roaring engines. All he understood was when Bradley pointed to his cage and somewhere else.

The men hefted what looked like chains as they headed toward him, causing Sean to mumble out to himself nervously. "Oh shit..." Struggling against the tight zip ties on his wrists and ankles, he winced. Even with his thin wrists, the ties were right across the bones. He would have to improvise. Two of the men opened the cage and Sean pushed himself as far back as he could go. If they wanted him. They'd have to come in and get him! One guy reached in to grab Sean's tied ankles. Sean let him grab them, then leaned back to kick the man under his jaw to bang his head up against the ceiling. Even with the man's helmet, it still jarred him enough that when Sean kicked out at him again, it shoved him out of the cage. Sean quickly adjusted back into a defensive position, listening to the man groan out. "Son of a bitch!" His partner chuckled, then question him through more loud chuckles. "Did you really let that scrawny thing kick your ass?" The first man gestured to the cage, snapping out. "Be my guest, asshole!" The partner kneeled to reach in to grab Sean's thigh. Sean smirked. He wasn't wearing a helmet. Tightening his thighs, Sean jerked forward and headbutted the man in the face.

The partner made the mistake of falling in the cage, allowing Sean to repeatedly kick him in the face with his heels until the guy retreated. The first guy laughed now, telling him smugly. "HA! Not so easy is it, Motherfucker." The partner held his bleeding nose, cursing. The first guy reached in to try to grab his neck. His mistake. Sean raised his legs to trap the man's arm between his knees and bit the hands hand. The man screamed, but Sean refused to release him. His teeth pierced the man's skin, causing Sean to bite harder to make the fucker bleed. When he finally let him go, people around them laughed harder. Even Bradley laughed, before gesturing two other people to step in. Sean spit blood that wasn't his and glared at the new men. These men were holding rods with a claw at the end. The claws opened and both men kneeled to insert them into the cage. Sean did his best to kick them away and thrashed in the cage to avoid them clamping them around his neck.

He was doing good, until the guy on the bike reached in to grab his head. Sean twisted to try and bite the guy, but the other two managed to collar him with both clamps in his struggle. Once he was collared, the guy let him go quickly. They began to pull him out of the cage, forcing him out onto the cold cement. Another set of men moved in while he was pinned to the floor. Kneeling on him to keep him still, they cut his ties... but not before slipping on leather shackles in their place. Someone yelled 'Clear!' and the men rushed away from him. The men with the rods moved to get control over him as he launched to his feet and yelled out at them aggressively. "FUCKING COWARDS! GET ME OUT OF THIS! I'LL KILL YOU!" Bradley bravely moved up within a safe distance, chuckling out. "Not much incentive for me to let you go then. Even naked... You're an animal... So that is how I'm going to treat you." Sean bared his teeth; hissing throw them bitterly. "You better take me down, Bradley... because if you don't... I'm going to come for you. And I'll take my time tearing you apart for every one of my friends!"

Bradley smirked, cooing back lovingly. "Then I'll be sure to leave you a broken sniveling mess. When I'm done with you... You'll be crying at my boots and begging me to stop." Sean glared into Bradley's eyes, growling out defiantly. "Better men than you have tried to break me... I dare you to try! First chance I get... You're dead!" Sean spit in Bradley's face, causing Bradley to curse. This time it had hit him in the eye. Recovering quickly, Bradley rushed in close to grab Sean's cock in a tight grip, hissing into his face. "I've heard about these cock rings... I've delivered a few to Valhalla. I should yank this off your hard cock!" Bradley pulled on it, until Sean screamed and whined out desperately. "STOP...!" Bradley stopped but the blades were still VERY active around his sensitive cock. Bradley leaned closer, hissing back. "I'm beginning to see why those Noble pricks us them... You're so calm now." Bradley brushed his lips over Sean's, causing Sean to curl his lips as he cringed with disgust. With a grin, Bradley purred into his ear commandingly. "You will obey EVERY command I give like the good little kitten you are... Or I'll remove it. Understood?"

Sean gave him one swift nod with a scowl. Bradley brushed his lips over his cheek, ordering him playfully. "Kiss me." Sean's eyes turned to lock with Bradley's with an icy expression. Sean wanted to bite him so badly. Bradley moved his lips over Sean's, forcing Sean to barely kiss him. Sean hated himself but couldn't step back as Bradley leaned in to sloppily kiss him. Bradley was kissing him badly on purpose! Prying his lips away, Bradley chuckled to his men. "Nothing like the feeling of having a wild animal on a chain. It's a powerful feeling... I could get used to it. Muzzle them." Bradley kept his hand on him, until after another man came up from behind him to drape a leather muzzle around his nose and mouth. There were small holes on the sides for him to breathe, but opening his mouth was impossible now. When Bradley finally let him go, Sean sighed in relief. For a split second, he saw Nate in the same getup that he was. They locked worried eyes with each other, before being escorted to the stairs leading farther down. Based on the old signs he saw; it was an old abandoned subway station. Bradley led the way like a victorious hero. People cheered for Bradley and booed them as Bradley boasted out to everyone. "LOOK WHAT I FOUND BOYS!"

They stepped off the steps into a massive underground platform. All around people were eating, drinking and chatting in the well-lit tunnel. Sean could see more stairs leading down to at least four rows of stationary trains. It looked like they had converted the train cars into bedrooms. Bradley gestured for them to be brought to the center of a slightly raised platform, where a set of four Pillory stockades were bolted to the floor. As men unlocked and unbuckled two of the stands, Bradley addressed his gang with boosting pride. "Behold, my friends! The last of the Green Dragons! Hiding like cowards under the colors of another! But a dragon can never change their scales... It's time to show these fuckers what happens when they fuck with us!" The crowd roared to life with cheers and Bradley started unbuckling his pants as he turned to tell Sean smugly. "I was hoping to be your first after what Karl told me... but your buddy clearly beat me to it. So, I'll settle for sloppy seconds." Sean resisted being turned around to glare at Bradley.

Bradley moved closer to listen as Sean muffled out darkly through his thick leather muzzle. "So, you won't be offended when I can't feel you...?" Sean smirked devilishly behind the muzzle. The color drained from Bradley's face and he punched him into the equipment. Sean groaned as pain shot up his side from hitting the thick wooden pillory. The men tugged and shoved both him and Nate over the pillory like cattle. Bent over the wood, Sean groaned and fought against the men unshackling his arms to lay them over the grooved slots. Once his neck and arms where in place, they dropped the top to lock it down. It was only after the top was locked that they released him and moved to his legs. Shackling his ankles to the floor bolts, Sean tested the strength of everything. The pillory made it impossible to see anything going on behind him, while his legs were spread so far apart that nothing was left to the imagination. Beside him, Nate panted heavily from exhaustion. They had both been fighting so hard... but none of that would matter now.

Sean closed his eyes, trying to detach himself from reality. Behind him, he felt a hand slid down his spine to his ass. Then someone pushed the back of his knees to force him to bend a bit. Clenching his fists, he inhaled sharply as a cold liquid ran down his spine to the crack of his ass. A few guys giggled, before tongues started licking his flesh. Two of the tongues lingered by his asshole, teasing him as liquid drizzled down to drip off his balls. Other tongues slid over his back, before lips sucked at his body lovingly. He heard a few talk about how his pale skin turned red so easily from the lightest bit of attention. Sean kept breathing steadily. He could handle this. It wouldn't break him. As embarrassed as he felt, he would not allow himself to break. Beside him, Nate grunted loudly, his shoulders slamming into the pillory as a loud slap rang out. Sean swallowed hard. His mind quickly drifting over to concern for Nate. He didn't care what happened to himself... but Nate didn't deserve this! Nate composed himself, bracing himself as men laughed and asked for more.

Sean's eyes watered, watching Nate let out muffled moans of pleasure. Sean could see the large man toying with Nate. Clearly fingering him for the crowd to get their rocks off too. He must have been good, because despite Nate trying to resist... Nate's eyes were rolling, and his muffled moans were coming out heavy. The guy fingering Nate moved to stand between them, his free hand smacking Sean's ass so hard that Sean yelped and tried to lift his foot off the ground. The men tonguing him stopped to laugh. Sean gritted his teeth; he stomped his foot in place and braced himself with a scowl. The man behind him, traced his large fingers down his spine to wedge between his cheeks. Sean felt two fingers enter and winced. The guy's fingers were big, and he was still sore from Nate. The crowd laughed as the man belted out. "A mighty picture, is it not boys?!" Bradley chuckled, telling the man with a smile. "Powerful feeling, am I right?" Sean felt Bradley's hand reach under him to stroke his hard cock, teasing out to him. "Is it true that you can't cum with this on?" Sean didn't answer.

Bradley flashed him a wicked grin, then leaned under to suck his cock. Sean's eyes rolled back from the feeling. He was already too sensitive and horny from his time with Nate. All this attention was making it worse! Nate began to belt out loud moans as two men seemed to be ganging up on Nate's cock. The man's burly fingers went in deep to where the pleasure spot was, and he abused the hell out of it! Bradley didn't share his cock with others, but he let them suck his nipples which was almost worse. Moans tore from Sean's throat. His skin was tingling to every touch and sensing of body heat. He felt like a piece of meat that everyone wanted a taste of... and it was overwhelming him. Then when his eyes were glazed with lust and his legs were quivering from the effort of standing... The next wave hit. Two men made their way to the front, dropping their pants to reveal their hard cocks. The men unbuckled their muzzles, stepping closer to coax them into putting their mouths on them.

Nate and Sean bit them at almost the same time and got punched for it. The more they refused, the more they were hit, until they were too sore to fight back. Sean took the man's cock, gagging badly as the man thrusted deep. Nate's man thrusted deep enough that Nate vomited, causing the guy to jump back and switched out with a different guy. Sean's man pushed in and unloaded himself. Sean tried hard not to vomit, waiting for the man to pull out before spitting it back at him. Behind him, the men were getting bolder. Before too long, Bradley moved in behind him, announcing to the crowd. "Tonight! I make this dragon my bitch!" The crowd thundered with cheers and laughter. Nate tugged on his restraints, ordering him seriously. "Sean! Look at me!" Sean didn't realize how scared he was, until he looked at Nate. Nate stared at him with blood dripping from his nose and ear, telling him firmly. "Block him out. Think of me, Sean." Sean felt a tear run down his cheek, before Bradley thrusted into him brutally. The scream that burst from Sean seemed to silence some of the crowd.

Beside him, Nate called his name to try and calm him from his whimpering. When everything seemed too quiet, Sean collected himself to hear Bradley ask with concern. "What the fuck?" Both Sean and Nate shared worried looks. They couldn't see anything, but the guys in front of them looked spooked. Metal clanked to a marching beat as Valkyries began to state in repeated unison. "Down on the ground! Or we will use force!" A few people began to defiantly yell and raised weapons to try to fight. At least, until the first six were shot down with white balls that electrocuted the men into unconsciousness. Bradley pulled out of Sean as a man came running through the crowd, screaming out in terror. "ELITE!" Sean perked up in shock. Was it Mark? Bradley fled like a coward with a few other members of his gang. Screams broke out as the Elite was seen by the gang. Nate and Sean could only look at each other and wait. A hand touched Sean's back and he cringed, until a soothing voice asked him. "Sean? Are you ok?" Sean's body relaxed at the mere sound of Mark's voice.

Mark grabbed the lock on the pillory and yanked it off like the metal lock was made of glass. Flipping the wooden top off, Mark kneeled to break the chains on his ankles. Sean straightened up too fast and fell from how weak he felt. Mark managed to catch him, lifting him off the ground easily. As Mark turned to leave, Sean thrashed and told him. "NO! Wait! Nate!" Mark shook his head, telling him as he walked. "I'm here for you. Not him." Sean grabbed Mark's jacket, pleading with him desperately. "Mark, please?! They'll kill him!" Mark glared over his shoulder at him, growling back. "It's no more than he deserves for taking you from me!" Sean rolled out of Mark's arms, staggering to stay upright. Grabbing Mark's arms, Sean fell to his knees and begged him with tears rolling down his face. "Mark... I'll never ask for anything again... You can take everything from me... But don't let him die for me!" Mark stared down at him emotionlessly, asking him curiously. "How much is his life worth to you exactly? Keep in mind. I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR IT."

Sean stared up into Mark's eyes and without flinching, told him honestly. "Save him... and you can take away my freedom. I'll never run again... I give you my word." Mark slowly glanced back at Nate, letting out a deep sigh. Raising a hand, he flagged down a Valkyrie and shouted aloud. "Take him! Put him in the trunk!" The Valkyrie nodded and went to retrieve Nate. Mark then grabbed Sean's arms in a tight grip, lifting him up onto his feet as he discreetly told him in a stern tone. "I hope he was worth it." Sean stared into Mark's guarded eyes with his fragile ones, answering openly. "He's my best friend... I'd die for him." Mark hefted him over his shoulder, causing Sean to yelp in pain. His body was in agony. A ballsy Cyclone tried to swing a bat wrapped in razor wire at Mark. However, as the blow came, Mark grabbed the bat without flinching. Blood leaked down Mark's hand as his grip tightened. The second the bat burst into splinters, the Cyclone ran and was shot in the back by a Valkyrie. Sean was awestruck. 

How strong was Mark? Did he even feel pain? The Valkyrie carrying an exhausted looking Nate, followed them back out of the tunnel with his spear at the ready to shoot more balls of energy. Sean had never seen weapons like that. He was told that guns were destroyed at the turn of the last century... Or was that just for the Slums? Dawn was starting to come over the horizon. They had been up all night. Parked outside the tunnel was a long white vehicle that was being guarded by more Valkyries. All over the ground were the unconscious bodies of the Red Cyclone guards. The car door opened and Mark gently coaxed Sean inside. However, Sean didn't go in until he saw Nate get put into the trunk. Glancing at Mark, he asked him weakly. "Can't he ride with us? He did nothing wrong..." Mark prodded him into the car, answering seriously. "I am not going to have a wild animal that I can't control in my company car. Be thankful that he's even coming along." Sean slid into the car and Mark commanded that they leave at once. 

Briefly they sat in silence. It was only after the car started moving, that Mark became softer. Sitting alone in the tinted windowed car, Mark reached out to touch Sean's bleeding and beaten cheek, asking him with concern. "Are you ok?" Sean flinched, scooting as far from Mark as he could. Curling up on the seat, Sean mumbled out. "I'm ok... I'm sorry... I just... I don't want to be touched right now..." Mark lowered his hand, leaning on his knees as he said more softly. "I'll take you home and clean you up. After that... I'll give you your space for the rest of the day. But we will talk about what has happened." Sean nodded, hugging his knees to his chest. His hard on was making it hard to focus, but he didn't want to ask Mark to loosen the ring... At least not until he knew what he'd do to Nate. Nate's life was in his hands... and that all rested on the fragile bond between Mark and himself. The less favors he asked for right now, the better. To Be Continued...