Antonio's heart pounded in his chest as he was roughly shoved into the waiting helicopter by two menacing figures, who were once his men. The deafening roar of the helicopter's engines filled the air as he was forced into a seat and his hands were bound tightly behind his back. “This is for the years of torture, you don't know how much I hated your guts. I have always dreamt of killing you with my own hands. Fuck Montero's world!” One of them with a scar running down his cheek by the name of Xavier, leaned in close and whispered into Antonio's ear. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigars. Antonio said nothing or made any attempt to fight. He knew better not to act smart; besides his hands being bound, he was as helpless as a handicapped child. Also, the cold metal of a gun pressed into his side was a stark reminder of the danger he would get himself into if he acted in any way that didn't sit well with these men. The night was fast approaching, and Antonio had no idea what else to do to escape this. Negotiate? He broke the silence after about an hour of battling within himself. “You all know Damon is not the heir; I am. I can pay double the amount he bargained with you all.” The two men beside him and even the pilot exchanged glances. Then they burst into laughter. “What was that you said? Are you scared of death, Jackass? You want to play a game? Sadly, we are into this for more than money, a revenge.” The second man by the name of Van hollered into his ears. “I …I ... .am wrong for treating you like rag dolls for my fists. I won't do that again.” They burst into laughter again. “Is that how scared you are? You sound pathetic!” Van replied. “You look so helpless, without us, you are nothing but just average; you may have the looks but they can't save you, can they?” Xavier said with a smirk playing on his lips. “Thinking about that, he has a pretty face. I don't mind giving him a chance to try and save himself with a good service.” Van replied and leaned closer to Antonio's ear to whisper the rest of the words. “Hey young master, have I told you how many times I jerked off to your image in my head? Seeing you fuck those blondes mercilessly. I had imagined having you submissive to my dick and singing with my microphone.” He added and licked Antonio's ear. Antonio lowered his head, trying to force down the rage building up in him. Xavier smiled at that reaction. “Maybe you are right, Van. We can't waste such a pretty face without knowing what he tastes like, huh? I bet he can moan so deeply like his voice.” Antonio raised his head, his fists shaking visibly as he was controlling himself. “Listen, you assholes. I don't care what happens to me anymore, all I am asking is to meet Angela again. You must know where she is… the video was recorded with Damon right in his hideout. You guys must know something. Where is Angela and is she safe?” He looked up at their stunned faces. The two men were dumbfounded by his reply. It was the least they expected. He wasn't threatened by their fantasies and willing to trade? “You are willing to suck us off if we let you know where she is?” Van asked in an unbelievable tone. Xavier smirked at him. “I told you he will always go to both sides, bitch is all wet and ready. This will be legendary! Having Antonio Montero on his knees sucking us off? Hey Leonardo, are you in for this?” He asked the pilot. “Unfortunately I am straight.” Leonardo replied. The two others made disappointed sounds. “I am straight too but who will think straight when thinking about this pretty face here?” Van replied and held Antonio's chin up, making his face closer to his. “How will it feel to be the whore, and be treated exactly the same way you treat those bitches?” Antonio moved his face from his and a slap landed on his cheek. “We can go rough, you love it that way don't you, bitch boy?” “We are here!” Leonardo announced. “Good! I can't wait to fuck some good pretty ass.” Xavier replied. As the helicopter descended onto the desolate island, the tension in the air was palpable. For the first time, Antonio's heart raced in his chest as he braced himself for whatever fate awaited him on the ground. His first experience of sex flashed into his head. Three bastards with hairy balls towering over him, traumatized and innocent at such a young age. “We are not going to hurt you, your relative is here with us after all.” He could still hear their voices. “This is normal and you will love it.” “I am acting as the father, you fools don't scare him, I am the only father he knows.” “What was that old woman thinking, leaving such a cute boy under the care of a pedophile?” Antonio's brows arched tightly. Now he will be raped by his own men before they send him to hell. The deafening roar of the helicopter's blades echoed in his ears, drowning out all thoughts. As the helicopter touched down on the sandy shore, the men wasted no time in dragging Antonio out onto the unforgiving terrain. The moon cast an eerie glow over the scene, illuminating the dark figures and casting long shadows across the sand. Antonio's breath quickened as he noticed Van unbuttoning his shirt. “You haven't told me where she is?” “Does it matter, you won't see her again.” Van replied with a smirk, his bulge very visible and erect. “And you have no right to give us orders and conditions, you are going to be our bitch tonight, all night long then we will dispose of you as Lord Damon had ordered.” Xavier added pointing a gun at him to remind him of his condition. “Yeah you heard him, be a good boy bitch and follow instructions, this isn't your first time, enjoy the moment.” Van replied and dropped his pants. His erection jolted up.