The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1051 - 1031: Tortured Until Their Butts Turned Red!

Chapter 1051: Chapter 1031: Tortured Until Their Butts Turned Red!

This time, it had to be ruthless, evil even, a thorough exorcism to cease all future troubles once and for all!

"Let’s get started, everyone, don’t worry, your faces won’t be captured, so just enjoy yourselves to the fullest!"

"Thanks, Young Master Thompson, we’re not afraid of being filmed. Sometimes, we even record ourselves!"

One of the beefy men raised his hand. Acts like this were like daily meals for them, they simply didn’t care, and sometimes they even made some money from the views, what a wonderful thing!

When Adrian Watkins heard this, he nearly passed out on the spot!

"Then please, help yourselves!"

After he finished speaking, Roy Thompson left the hanging phone behind and walked out, instructing someone to watch over the situation and to remember to return the phone to him afterward. He wasn’t interested in such perverse scenes; they were too eye-polluting.

As soon as Roy Thompson left, the tough guys instantly revealed their true colors. Looking at the man on the ground, they exchanged glances then pounced on him...

"I’m first!"

"I’m first!"

"Rock paper scissors, winner goes first. This guy is the handsomest and most dashing man in the entertainment industry, it’s a jackpot to sleep with him!"

"Then I’m second!"

"I’m third!"

"I’m fourth!"

"Control your time nicely, I’ll take the last turn, then I can go for as long as I want!"

Being last naturally meant they could control the duration at will, so the last spot also became an object of eager contention, but to Adrian Watkins, this was a death sentence. With so many men, it wasn’t just about losing face—his life was at stake, his ass!

"Don’t, please, I beg you, name your price, I have lots and lots of money!"

"NO, NO, NO, we don’t want money, we’re not short on cash!" They could earn money just by selling their muscles. "We’re just short on men, on a beautiful man like you!"

Beautiful?

The word he often used to flirt with women now sounded utterly horrifying to him.

"Don’t, please don’t..."

"You’ll start to like us!"

Before Adrian Watkins could finish speaking, the first muscular man pounced on him, fiercely tearing at Camden Bailey who was bound to his body, with crudeness reminiscent of flesh-eating monsters devouring their prey.

"Ahh!"

A scream of hysterical despair burst from his throat as Adrian Watkins yelled towards the door, "Roy Thompson, please let me go, I promise I’ll avoid Mrs. Thompson for the rest of my life, I admit my mistake, I promise never to touch another woman again!"

"Stop calling out, Mr. Thompson said the best way to punish a playboy who plagues society is to make sure he can’t get it up for life, gets soft at the sight of a woman, but hard at the thought of a man!"

"Yeah, that’s it, we’ll make you love it!"

"Come on, Young Master will be even more careful with you, you’ll fall in love with me!"

Their twisted faces enlarged before his eyes, their grotesque expressions filled with drooling glances, as if ready to devour him alive. Vivid, unspeakable scenes from the movies involuntarily filled Adrian’s mind, too horrific to face directly, but today he learned what true fear was.

If only he knew this would happen, no matter how attractive and charming Bella Gordon was, he would have never entertained the thought!

Fear peaked instantly!

"Please no!!!!"

After a heart-wrenching cry, Adrian Watkins’s head lolled to one side, and he completely passed out. The first man to undo his trousers hadn’t even exposed himself when this happened, and his movements froze.

"He passed out already? I haven’t even started yet? What a letdown, even women are better than this!"

How can a grown man be so fragile!

"So, do we do it like this?"

The first-up looked at his companions with some disappointment, consulting those with experience, "Or should we wake him up first?"

If they were going to do it, they were certainly going to, but what would it feel like with such a handsome man?

"What’s the difference between doing it with someone who’s passed out and a dead body? Better to wake him up first!"

One of them quickly spoke up, suggesting that such a rare beauty should be appreciated while he’s awake.

"No, no, I think it’s better to do it like this. Our specialty is making people pass out, we’ve never made someone wake up with it. We should challenge ourselves, see who can revive him; that will be the real stud, otherwise, the title is wasted!"

"Makes sense, let’s have a competition, ten minutes each, whoever manages to wake him wins!"

"That’s not fair, obviously, whoever’s last will win!"

Were the efforts of those in the front just laying the groundwork for those in the back?

"How about one hit each, whoever wakes him with just one hit is the true stud!"

After considering this, the group replied seriously, "That could work, let’s try it!"

"Whoever wakes him with the first hit gets to sleep with him first, that’s the real stud!"

"Alright!"

Finally reaching an agreement, the first man got himself ready, then with one strong tug, he ripped the man’s trousers and stripped him...

"Ahhhh!!!!"

"Stud, stud, stud..."

This cheering completely snapped Adrian Watkins back to consciousness, and turning his head, he saw a man lying on his bare bottom, and there was a man inside him!

God, was he just done by a man?

The pain had barely subsided when a roar sounded next to his ear, followed by his insides feeling like they were being ripped apart. Pain, nothing but pain, and the instinct to fight back was useless; even before his hand could fully extend, it was already caught by the man.

Adrian Watkins’s life had hit rock bottom, where cries for help were unheeded by heaven and earth. After seven grueling hours and more than twenty men, when it all ended, he was completely ruined!