Kane's POV

Vesper stepped closer again, and attached the heavy, jeweled nipple clamp in his hand to touch my sensitive nipple.

He tugged it lightly, sending shockwaves straight to my cock, and a heavy moan escaped me involuntarily.

I was shocked at myself.

“Listen to those desperate sounds you are making, Kane,” Vesper said with his cold voice.

“Don't you dare say my name,” I lashed, though I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue. He only smiled back at me.

"Big tough alpha, reduced to leaking on our basement floor.” Viktor hinted as he took over my throbbing length.

His stroke was firm and steady, and it pulled me on edge without mercy while Sylas finger-fucked my hole with one more finger, stretching me more and my lower body arched back for more.

“When will you realize that you are at a disadvantaged here?” Viktor asked as he stroked me more, his lukewarm intensity was worse.

It was relentless but not frantic, denying me a release with calculated precision.

“Feel that burn in your veins!” Viktor grinned, alternating his strokes with a light tap of the crop against my hard balls.

I didn't reply to him; I couldn't.

“Cat got your tongue now?” he asked, smirking at my face.

My legs started to shake, and that was the moment I realized I was finally breaking; the fight inside me began to waver.

Sylas slowly removed his finger from my hole, and I instantly felt the emptiness it left behind.

“Beg for forgiveness, mate,” Azael commanded softly. “Tell us how much you want this.” He pushed as he walked behind me.

“Fuck… you,” I spat, sweat dripping as my fingers trembled violently. “I… will… never… beg,” I managed to say between shaky lips.

I was about to come, but Viktor shifted his stroking again, pausing briefly before starting right back up after counting 10 backwards right in front of me.

I was getting more pissed and horny.

Azael took a thick, curved prostate massager and slicked it up with an enormous amount of lube.

“Don't put that inside me—it's huge!” I protested against the straps.

“Say please master,” Sylas replied, and my head snapped toward him.

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” He stepped back, and Azrael slowly slipped the massager inside my hole.

The moment it turned on, my body seized and a loud guttural moan ripped through my throat.

Drool slipped down from my lips as my head dropped.

The massager vibrated on my prostate mercilessly, stopping every ten seconds before starting up again after a ten second pause, all while my prostate kept getting edged and denied.

“Look at how your beautiful body reacts, even when you fight it,” Sylas said as he leaned in, his hands roaming around my backside while his teeth and tongue sucked on my pulse point.

“Don't mark him, Sylas,” Vesper said, interrupting Silas's wicked torture on my body. “Stop resisting the bond, Kane. It won't do you any good.”

Then, I felt a familiar sensation on my balls.

“Such a nice pheromone scent, but it's a sad thing that this big bad Alpha won't let us have a taste of his blood,” Viktor said as he ran an ice cube over my balls.

“I am surprised we are yet to lose control,” he pointed out quietly, before taking one of my balls into his mouth while running the ice cube over the other while that spot kept getting rammed.

The contrast in sensations drove me crazy as I squeezed my eyelids shut.

Vesper spanked my ass hard, making my eyes jolt open. “We will keep you right here, hard, dripping, and desperate until you are ready.”

“Please…” The word slipped out of my mouth.

Vesper’s eyes flashed with triumph while the others continued their delicious torment.

“Please what?” Vesper demanded. “Say what?" His voice was ice-cold and unyielding.

I clamped my jaw shut as pre-cum leaked down my length onto Viktor's hand. It felt incredibly hot, and I couldn't deny it anymore.

“Please… let me come,” I shattered, completely surrendering.