The morning after the ritual, Liam woke up unable to move properly. His body was a wreck — ass still gaping and leaking dried c*m from all three men, throat raw, face crusty with semen. He had been f****d senseless for hours until he passed out with all three c***s inside him at once.
Victor stood over the bed like a conquering king.
“Today is the final step,” he announced. “No more training. Today we brand you as permanent Kane property. All of us. No limits.”
Damien and Marcus dragged Liam into the specially prepared basement playroom — a soundproof dungeon of depravity. Chains hung from the ceiling. A breeding bench was centered under harsh lights. Mirrors surrounded every angle so Liam would be forced to watch his own destruction.
They chained his wrists above his head, forcing him
