‘thoughts’

Warnings: Rape, knife play, beating, swearing, character death, voyeurism. Really not pretty!

Welling sipped at his wine as he watched his wife suck off Boreanaz before turning his attention to one of his guards who was fucking one of the kids he’d brought along. He himself was enjoying the mouth of a girl who had been caught stealing some candy and had caught his eye when he had been at the courthouse. He had to admit that he enjoyed having her mouth stretched over his cock and she did make the sweetest little whimpers that only made him harder. He thrust into her mouth a couple of times, smirking as she gagged and sobbed, but it only served to turn him on more. He gripped her hair hard and started thrusting into her mouth, ignoring her muffled cries and whines as he sought his own release. He grunted low in his throat and let his head fall back as he came deep down her throat, not hearing her gagging and choking sounds as his release overflowed and dribbled down her chin and neck.

He relaxed back and took another sip of his wine as he caught his breath, shoving the girl away as he turned his gaze back to the veritable sex pit he had around him. His guards were taking advantage of the various delinquents he had brought along and his wife and personal bodyguard were enjoying each other just as he liked it. He did love her for her beauty and lust for power as well as her cruel nature. His heart though would always be with one man...the most incredible man that he had ever seen.

The one man who had been denied to him.

He scowled at his thoughts and tilted an eyebrow as his wife came over and sat down on his lap. He accepted her kiss and smirked as she caressed his cheek. Marrying her had gotten him the power and money he’d needed and he’d steadily gotten the influence that had landed him the seat of Mayor for New York City. Eventually he planned on running for president, but he had time. He just intended on enjoying his power and the perks while he had it.

He stroked a hand down her back and felt his arousal stir at her purr. They slept around, but the time they spent together was always the fieriest. Such as then as she turned on his lap, straddled it as she lowered herself onto his cock, and leaned back into him as Boreanaz came over and pushed his cock in alongside Welling’s. Welling couldn’t help the groan that came out of him and just balanced his wife as she was fucked by him and his bodyguard. He bit her shoulder hard as they moved and closed his eyes as her climax dragged his own out. He relaxed as she fell back against his chest and he wrapped an arm around her as Boreanaz pulled out of her. He watched lazily as Boreanaz went to one of the cowering kids and yanked one up before bending the kid over the couch and thrusting into his hole. The boy’s cry of pain was muffled as Boreanaz pushed his face into the cushion when he thrust into the boy, tearing him and making him bleed as he took his pleasure.

“Sir, James is on the phone.”

Welling looked over as he stroked a hand along his wife’s front and scowled as he took the cell phone that was handed to him. “Better have a good reason for interrupting my fun, James,” he snapped out before kissing the palm that caressed his cheek.

“I am sorry sir, but I have to give you bad news.”

Welling’s eyes narrowed as his hand tightened on the phone. “What happened?” he growled out as his other hand stilled on his wife’s belly. He felt her head shift to watch him, but he didn’t look at her as he listened to his second.

“Two of the boys you’d left behind attempted to escape. One succeeded and we haven’t brought him back. We think his partner knows where he’s heading, but we’re...not getting anything out of him,” James stated and Welling growled again at the chagrin he heard in his second’s voice.

“That’s not like you, James. Who escaped?” he snapped as he nudged his wife up and pulled his pants up, buttoning them as he walked out of the room with Jaime following him out as she straightened her own clothes after pulling them on. He waved off his bodyguard’s glance as he stepped out.

“That Southern brat, Padalecki. He left his buddy George hanging to save his own skin,” James replied in slight amusement, but seemed to sober as Welling’s loud growl shot out. “We’ve searched everywhere and I’ve had search parties going for the last two days. No luck.”

“Damnit James! I don’t need this news! You know if anyone finds out about what goes on, we’re done! Now find that shit and now or you’ll find out what it means to be one of those brats!” Welling snarled before hanging up. He looked over at his wife as she leaned against the wall and went to her. He kissed her hard, savagely and she returned it, letting him control her as he pinned her against the wall. When he broke the kiss, she gasped and gazed at him knowingly. He smirked back before touching her cheek. “Have to head back. We’re in deep shit if things don’t get controlled now,” he explained huskily.

“Always happens when you let lust cloud your mind, Tommy. Get yourself under control and think clearly or you’ll fuck up again,” she warned him and chuckled as he kissed her again while stroking down her front.

Breaking the kiss once more, Welling stared at her and licked his lips. “David, get the private jet ready and those brats ready to go. We need to get back to New York now,” he ordered, not even looking over his shoulder as his bodyguard started talking on his cell. He ran his hand up his wife’s skirt and stroked her center and tilted an eyebrow as she spread her legs for him. Their mutual lust was still as hot and passionate as when they had first met. He shifted her leg up around his waist as she unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out, then lifted her and thrust hard into her, earning a shout of pleasure from her. He rolled his hips rapidly, just watching her as she clung to him. This woman was his equal, but she seemed to know that she was second. Yet that didn't stop them and he proved it to her as he pushed them both over the edge as he exploded in her.

They panted for air and trembled and he held her close, just enjoying being inside of her. He wanted to stay there and even considered it as she rolled her hips a bit, teasing him a bit more. But he pulled from her and straightened his clothes as he headed for their room to pack. He’d leave it to his servants to get things taken care of with the brats and their supplies. He just needed to focus on what they needed to do.

Ten minutes later found them heading for the airport and the private jet waiting for them. They were in the air half an hour later and landing in New York City seven hours later, of which most of that time was spent with him getting his frustrations out on either the kids or with his wife before they landed. He had a political smile on his face and his wife on his arm as they went through the media to the limos waiting for them, but it dropped as soon as they were in the car and heading for the mansion. His face was set in stone the entire drive and as they went into the house. He ignored James as he went straight to the play room, already knowing that that would be where George was. He was right.

George was strapped over a table naked, his body already whipped and showing signs of multiple rapes. He was gagged, but still glared at him with unbroken spirit, which only served to arouse and anger the mayor. Welling locked the door behind him as he kept his gaze on the redhead and then loosened his tie and took it off with his jacket before throwing them to the side in a sloppy heap. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt as he came to the side of the table, his eyes traveling slowly over the rigid pale freckled skin. “So, George...I hear you and Jared made a break for it. Too bad the Southern brat decided you were worth dropping to save his own skin,” he commented and chuckled as George snarled at him through the gag. Casually, the mayor went over to the side dresser that was nearby and opened the top drawer. He clicked open the bottom of the drawer and took out a small white box. “Well since you don’t seem to want to talk, looks like I’ll be resorting to...other methods,” he remarked as he opened the box.

He reached in carefully and brought out the hypodermic needle and one of the small jars. He tipped the jar upside down and pressed the needle in after uncapping it, then drew out some of the liquid. After placing the empty jar down, he went over to the table and made a show of tapping the needle before squeezing out some of the fluid, clearing the tip. He roughly grabbed George’s arm and pinned it down as the boy struggled before jabbing the needle in and plunging the drug into the kid’s system. He smirked as he straightened and pulled the needle out before going over and putting it back into the box. His smirk grew as he heard the moan from the kid and pulled out a special dagger. It was laced with a slow poison that brought burning pain and unquenchable arousal. Any victim of the poison either died from the poison itself or from being fucked to death.

He went back to the table and removed the gag from George’s mouth, watching the redhead’s head loll as dazed eyes tried to focus on him. The drug he had given was a hallucinogen that worked to be a good truth serum. “Now...I think you have something to tell me about Padalecki,” he purred as he took the dagger and sliced a thin line along George’s chest, grinning evilly as the boy writhed and whimpered. It was a delicious sound, reminding him of the other two that he had disposed of from that family. “Where is Padalecki?” he asked darkly and licked his lips as he began slicing in various spots across the writhing body.

“I-I don’t....know...” George whimpered as his head tossed. His cock was already red and leaking hard as it curled against his blood laced stomach. He gasped as Welling dug the dagger in deeper, slicing through his chest to leak out an oozing line of dark red blood. “I-I swear! W-We were just...g-gonna run!” he cried out as he fought against his bonds, thrusting his cock desperately into the air as he whined. He arched as the dagger sliced a thin line along his cock and screamed in agony as he jerked in both pain and release as his cock spurted white fluid onto his chest and stomach, mingling with the blood that was streaming out.

Scowling, Welling flipped the dagger and stabbed it into George’s chest between two ribs as he snarled in rage. He undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock before going between the choking and gasping boy’s thighs and plunging into his hole. He started thrusting hard and fast as he punched the boy repeatedly as he demanded answers from the yelling boy before taking the dagger and stabbing the jerking body under him multiple times, not even seeing or hearing when the boy stilled under him as he lost himself to his rage filled lust. He cried out angrily as he climaxed, filling up the dead body with his seed before pulling out and grimacing. He went over to the dresser and grabbed some antiseptic wipes to clean up his body before fixing his clothes. After tossing the wipes onto the mutilated body, he went to the door and opened it. “Get rid of the body and keep up the searches. I want all available officers searching high and low for that brat. Get that lazy ass commissioner Kane on it too. And James...” He waited until the blond was looking at him. “If that boy gets out, you won’t live to see another day. Got it?” he growled out softly and strode away as the blond nodded tersely.

He went to his office and slouched into his chair before looking out the window. ‘They better the hell find that brat...dead or alive,’ he thought angrily and an evil smirk slid across his lips as he watched the dead leaves blow across the gardens. Oh yes, he’d make that shit pay.

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