Together Until We Die...

Chapter 15

Patrick Kane stared at the lifeless body of Jonathan Toews in horror. Pronger ripped the tape from the unconscious man's mouth and smacked him on the cheek again. Still he didn't move. The ex-Flyer snickered, overjoyed that he could have some fun with the heart-broken blonde man. He freed the Blackhawk captain from the straps and set him down on the floor, where he lay limp there. He didn't remove the clamps from him, thinking that it wouldn't matter at the moment.

Pronger spun around and faced the terrified Patrick, who was still thrashing about wildly. The ex-Flyer stalked up to him, signaling to Lilah to leave. There was some kind of unspoken communication that occurred too, as the woman smirked. She kicked the limp, lifeless body on the ground and then vanished out the door.

"Kanerboo, what's wrong, sweetie?" Pronger taunted, rounding his prey like a hungry shark.

Patrick sniffled, choking back more tears, as his watery eyes remained on his best friend. He whispered over and over, "Tazer, no!"

Pronger poked him in the side, making him flinch. "Aw, is the innocent little Blackhawk sad, because the big mean ex-Flyer killed his best buddy?"

"Prongs stop, please!" Patrick wailed.

"Nice tiara there Princess!"

The big goon continued to mock, tease, and taunt the younger man, who dangled helplessly. Tears flooded the Blackhawk's blue eyes and he begged the man to stop. But the ex-Flyer continued to mock sympathy and then glowered, grabbing Patrick's cock in his fingers. The younger Blackhawk squeezed his eyes shut, letting out dog-like whimpers. He was about to be torture again by the ex-hockey player, when Pronger was interrupted.

"Leave him alone!" a voice spat.

Patrick gasped. His face brightened up. "Tazer!"

The Chicago leader had recovered from his torture and regained his strength rather quickly. He must have been faking. That, or he was a serious warrior with an inner toughness even a major rival had to respect. Patrick noticed that he had removed the clamps from his chest, but he hadn't bothered to button his shirt back up. That was okay, it wasn't important enough.

Pronger spun around, as Jonathan lifted the only object he could. He brought the chair, he'd been tied to early, across Pronger's head. The object clattered to the ground, with a loud noise, but it barely knocked the villain silly. Instead, it only temporarily bruised him on the forehead. He snapped his head back to Jonathan, who backed up scared.

The man let off an insane series of cackles, narrowing his eyes evilly at the brave Chicago player. He growled at him and stepped threateningly toward him. "Big mistake Blackhawk!" He wiped off a bead of fresh blood from the cut with the back of his hand, sending the crimson liquid to the ground.

Jonathan continued slowly stepping backward, until he finally took off for the door, he bolted into the large empty, slightly demolished room, outside. At the far end, Lilah and Rinaldo stood. Lilah gripped some stick thing in her hand. The Blackhawk skidded to a halt, racing through all his available options quickly, but he was boxed in. Trapped. There was no exit for him.

Pronger jumped him from behind, wrenching his arm up his back. He was spun around and shoved back into the room, struggling in vain. The villain slapped him across the face, not bothering to think about the consequences of the assault on his Glasgow scar. Luckily the permanent, tortuous mark didn't reopen. But a stinging pain seeped into his skin and he winced in agony. Before he knew it, he was stripped of his clothes completely by the trio of villains.

Now both Chicago Blackhawk forwards were exposed and nude.

The goon forced the newly naked man over to his friend. Rinaldo and Lilah grabbed the captive to hold him still, while the lead villain bound the end of the other rope around Jonathan's wrists. Then they let him go, as he dangled down, facing his friend. Both men blushed deeply, feeling totally exposed and utterly emasculated. There was no more hiding their bodies to one another anymore.

Pronger bound the two together, naked with the black tape. He wrapped it around both of their ankles, then at the knees, and then around their waists. Both of their cocks touched one another and they moaned in discomfort. He wrapped a good amount of the adhesive around their wrists, pinning their arms to their sides. And then just above their elbows, smashing their chests together. Finally he smashed their faces together. He gagged them both over the mouth once again and then wrapped the tape around their necks and then around the nape of their hair, forcing them to make a kissing, gay pose, much to their displeasure.

They muffled screams, fearful to move, for fear of the motion it would make. The sensation of feeling one another's cocks, was bad enough. If they grinded against each other it would only be that much worse, if it wasn't already. Patrick still wore his princess tiara, given to him by the villain-in-training, which Jonathan saw.

"Now, I'm going to leave you both like that, as it is that time. Unfortunately the electricity didn't kill you Tazer, but fire will! You will both be burned alive!" Pronger cackled, stepping backward.

Lilah stepped forward with the stick object, which was now a torch and she lit a ring of fire around them, at their dangling feet, snickering like a true villainess. They wailed in unison with one another, as the fire intensified and the temperature skyrocketed upward.

"Time to die! Good bye baby Blackhawks! May your deaths be slow and painful, as you literally go up in flames!" Chris Pronger sneered, before slapping both of the naked forward on their asses.

He stepped back, joining Rinaldo and Lilah. Cackling flooded the air, mixed with the roar of the flames and the stifled cries from the terrified Dynamic Duo. The trio left the room, slamming the door shut and bolted across the lengthy room toward the escape. Just as they hit the other side of the room and hit the other set of stairs, Patrick Sharp emerged from the other stairwell.

The rescuer's eyes finally landed on the door, where the flames snuck under the door, beckoning to him and drawing his attention toward the spot. He dashed across the room to the door. And well you know what he does...