Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 2 Discovered by Marita A. Hansen

since
Jagger will be indisposed.”
    Marco laughed. “ S ì ,
Gabriel won’t be up to much.”
    Alb erto frowned. “I hope that’s not a
joke about his cock, because if it is—”
    “ Don’t worry; his cock will stay
attached, because my young uncle likes men not eunuchs.” Marco’s
eyes sparkled. “You do know that Gabriel wasn’t lying about what my
uncle did to him.”
    “ I know, but the Padre was just using
Jagger for what he was born for: a whore made for men,” he looked
at me, “not women.” He unlocked my chain and grabbed my arm,
tugging me forward. “Now, let’s go see why Jagger is
screaming.”
    Alberto dragged me out of the
lounge, almost making me trip a few times, then yanked me down the
staircase, not caring as my head connected with one of the walls. I
yelled out in pain, getting a harder yank in response, along with a
growl to be quiet. As we cleared the steps, my eyes went to
Federico and three other men, who were facing the wall with their
hands placed against it. Two Donatelli were pointing their guns at
them while two others looked on. My heart jolted as a shot rang
out, one of the men falling, blood going everywhere. Federico
flinched, looking like he thought he was next. Three other men were
slumped on the floor, all Russians, each of them shot in the back
of the head.
    “ Not that one!” Alberto hollered
as a gun was raised to Federico’s head. “Take him to where Frano is
being held. Also spare the blond one called Sasha, he might be
useful.”
    Federico and an uncooperative Sasha, who
was trying to get back to the other Russian, were pushed towards
the cell I had been staying in. Frano’s voice came from it, the man
yelling out to be set free, his tone beyond angry.
    One of the Donatelli goons raised his
gun, and shot the remaining Russian in the back of the head, the
man dying within inches of me. Sasha screamed and lunged for the
fallen man, but Federico grabbed him, shielding him from the
Donatelli as well as holding him back. Sasha started wailing in
Russian, crying for his dead brother, my heart breaking for him, my
tears mirroring his.
    A scream snapped my attention
to Honey’s old ce ll. Alberto dragged me inside, my eyes widening at the
sight before me. Jagger was stripped naked and tied to the bed. But
it was what was hanging off his nether regions that had my eyes
popping. His cock and balls were tied up, the rope wrapped around
the abused genitalia being held by the priest.
    “ Pietà di — ” Jagger’s words were cut off as the priest tugged on the
rope, an agonized scream replacing them.
    “ You didn’t give me mercy,” the
priest   said, “so you shall receive none in
return.”
    “ You hurt me, you hurt
me...” Jagger babbled, his words changing into Italian, pain speaking for
him.
    “ Obviously not enough, and
I’ m more
than happy to right that wrong.”
    The priest pulled on the rope, ripping out
another scream from Jagger’s lungs. He loosened his grip, then gave
it another tug. Looking frantic, Jagger stretched his body and
yanked on the ties holding his wrists, but they held strong,
tethering him to pain. His body started shaking as his hips rose
off the mattress, every one of his muscles straining to break
free. The
priest let the rope slide through his hand a little, giving Jagger
a moment’s rest. Lowering his ass to the mattress, Jagger screwed
up his eyes and panted out the pain, which was carved deep into his
features.
    “ Padre ,” Alberto said. “I don’t want you damaging
him.”
    The priest turned to Alberto. “He’ll
keep his parts; he just needs to atone for his
sins.”
    “ Wouldn’t you rather teach
him in a more enjoyable manner?”
    The priest smiled. “You speak
the Devil’s words, godson. You were always the wicked one, and I
would teach you the errors of your ways if you were
p rettier.”
He let go of the rope and went to the head of the bed, his gaze
fixed on Jagger’s face. “You have the face of an angel,