Black Dom and the Torture of the Masked Model

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Black Dom and the Torture of the Masked Model

 Written By Gregory Hanes  

    Gregory Hanes, better known to the world as "The Masked Model" awakes after a prolonged period of darkness to find himself in a dimly-lit dungeon chained to a wall. In a panicked frenzy, Gregory struggles against the chains in an attempt to free himself. His mind races as he tries to recall exactly how he got here, but all he can remember is being out all last night partying at his favorite strip club. Suddenly a voice calls out from the darkness,

"There's no point in fighting, Mask! I've got you right where I want you."

    A very tall muscular black man emerges from the shadows. He is dressed from head to toe in dark leather fetish. He wears black leather slacks, big black boots, a leather harness with spiked metal studs, and fingerless gloves on both of his hands. His face is obscured behind a black rubber mask which covers the top half of his face; small "horns" stick out from the top giving him a truly devilish appearance. His sizable bulge protrudes prominently from within his zip-up leather thong; just the mere sight of it catapults the Masked Model into a messy mix of panic and arousal. With fear in his voice, Gregory speaks the dark man's name,

"BLACK DOM!!"

Black Dom begins drawing closer to the helpless masked twink with a demented smirk stretched across his face.

"I've been waiting a long time to get you in my dungeon, boy. Too long!" Black Dom says as he starts to kiss Gregory up and down his neck.

"Stop It! Don't you fuckin' touch me, you bitch!" Gregory shouts furiously; a defiant act which earns him a backhand across the face.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! You're The Only Bitch Here, Punk!" Black Dom roars.

"Now be a good lil slut and take it like a man!" Black Dom says stomp-kicking Gregory in his nuts.

Black Dom repeatedly smacks Gregory across the face several times more as he says with a sinister smile, "I know you like it rough, little man..." Black Dom starts to rip off all of Gregory's clothes; starting with his navy-blue tank top, then his leather pants, and finally his blood-red thong, "...and that's the only why I know how to do it, BITCH!"

    Another slap across the face leaves Gregory feeling dizzy, after which Black Dom grasps the top of his head; playfully squeezing his balls as he licks the side of his face. Even though Gregory clearly tries to resists the fiend's advances, the assault has left him completely rock-hard. Black Dom leans in close to whisper in Greg's ear,

"I don't know why you're struggling, boy. Your mouth and eyes may say no, but your dick is telling me all I need to know."

Black Dom gently caresses Greg's massive cockhead before slowly trying to force his finger into his piss-slit. Precum oozes out all over them both. It Drips Everywhere! Black Dom licks his lips as the sight sends him even further into a lustful frenzy.

"GAARRHH! No, Dom! Please Stop!" Gregory shamefully whimpers.

"You don't want to play along? That's alright..." Black Dom says pointing his finger at Greg with a crooked smile. "I know a couple of gentlemen who might make you a little more receptive to me."

Black Dom slowly steps back from Gregory and gestures to a couple of hot young Asian men who emerge from the shadows. They are dressed in contrasting red and blue rubber thongs, both brandishing high-voltage taser sticks in their hands. Immediately recognizing the most feared renegades from the Asian porn industry, Gregory calls out their names in terror,

"THE PINOY TWINS!"

    The Pinoy Twins leer fiendishly with cruel smiles as they slowly approach the helpless Masked Model. Naked and chained, Gregory is completely exposed and vulnerable. Sparks fly from the tips of their taser sticks as the twins jestfully wave them around in front of Gregory's face; mere inches away from his quivering nude body. The twins take their tasers and lightly touch them to both of Greg's soft supple nipples. The arching sparks from the tasers light up the room as the Masked Model cries out. Sparks dance wildly through the air, but despite the immense pain Greg feels surging throughout his body, the Pinoy Twins just throw their heads back; laughing at his misery.
    The Pinoy Twins, Arnaldo and Ramon individually, both smile sadistically to one another as they continue to torture the Masked Model without mercy. After tasering poor Gregory's nipples for nearly ten minutes straight, they take both of their stun sticks and touch them to both of Greg's sweet tender balls. Greg screams pitifully as electricity shoots out through the urethra of his now fully erect penis. Arnaldo and Ramon again laugh at Gregory's pain, for the sight of his agonizing humiliation is not but the sweetest form of ecstasy to them.
    Nearly half an hour passes, before the Pinoy Twins tire of tormenting the Masked Model with tasers. They unchain him from the wall and drag him to the middle of the dungeon floor. Moving him is a combined effort as Gregory has trouble standing on his own after the brutal torture of his testes. Once they force him to kneel down they restrain his ankles with chains bound to the floor, and bind his wrists using more chains hanging from the ceiling. Gregory is then forced to stand. With his arms and legs bound, he is defenseless as the Pinoy Twins viciously whip his taut sensitive ass with their nine-tails. Only two minutes into the beating Greg breaks down and begs in tears,

"PLEASE! Please, Stop, You Fuckers!!"

    The whipping lasts for another half hour before the Pinoy Twins drag Gregory over to a cold metallic table and slam him down like he was an old book. Still weak from the tasing and the whipping, Gregory has little strength to fight back as Arnaldo pins him down with his head hanging back over the edge of the table. While his brother holds Greg down, Ramon takes his engorged Filipino cock and shoves it deep down the Masked Model's throat. Helpless to resist, Gregory violently chokes on Ramon's dick. This causes him to struggle and flail like a hooked trout in order to try and free himself, but it is fruitless. Greg continues to gag on the Asian cock as drool pours all out of his mouth and into his nose.
    As the Masked Model chokes, groans, and whimpers beneath them; overwhelmed by the big Filipino dick oozing precum down his esophagus, the two Pinoy Twins start to make out whilst straddling their masked captive. After a lengthy period of incestuous kissing, the Twins turn their attention back to the Masked Model; almost unconscious due to the lack of oxygen and preseminal fluid in his lungs. The twins trade places; Ramon straddles Gregory holding him down by clutching his throat with both hands, strangling him without mercy while Arnaldo goes around and begins to slowly force his fist and forearm up inside Greg's rectum. Arnaldo shoves his arm up inside Gregory's trembling body all the way to his elbow. Greg wails in absolute agony. His tortured screams are still deafening, despite being choked by Ramon.
    Black Dom laughs a devil's laugh as he watches from the shadows, and then suddenly with a malicious smirk he says to the Twins,

"Fuck Him From Both Ends!"

The Pinoy Twins heave Gregory off of the table and force him down on his hands and knees. Immediately, before Greg can say anything or even think, Arnaldo and Ramon pluge their stiff meat-poles deep inside his moist holes; Ramon takes the front door while Arnaldo rams in and out of the back. The famed Masked Model is being violently fucked doggy-style like he was a man-sized penis-trap!
    Too weak to fight back, Gregory begrudgingly submits to this brutal onslaught. Both twins prove to have amazing stamina and continue to slam Gregory for the next 25 minutes before finally both Arnaldo and Ramon cum at the same time inside of Greg; spurting their piping-hot man-juices deep inside his eager wet holes. They cum and they cum HARD! There is so much cum until it squirts out from the sides of Gregory's lips and ass; dripping down off his chin and creaming down along the sides of his sweat-drenched thighs.
    Exhausted and defiled, Greg collapses onto the floor. His body; especially his ass and throat are aching sore, but the dreadful Pinoy Twins aren't done with him yet. Without warning, Arnaldo and Ramon start sadistically tickling Gregory.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! NO!! Fuck You, You Pricks! Ha! Ha!" Greg shouts in-between spastic laughter.

For ten minutes straight the Twins force Greg to endure their childish tickle torture before finally, still tired and weak from all the other forms of torment, Gregory succumbs to exhaustion and passes out. He slips in and out of consciousness just long enough to see the Pinoy Twins walk over to Black Dom and shamelessly start to make out with him. They stroke his abs and playfully paw at his big bulge, and in response Black Dom gives them both kinky slaps on their tight twink asses. Black Dom draws them close in an embrace and says,

"You boys did a great job. Now let me show you both some love while the bitch is sleeping."

That was all Gregory could see and hear before the lights went out again. Many hours pass, but eventually Greg finally comes to and finds himself still naked; sprawled out on the floor of Black Dom's dungeon.
    Gregory stands to his feet only to realize he’s completely dripping wet and very sticky. His body also reeks of a strong pungent odor.

“What the fuck is this shit?!” Greg asks trying in vain to wipe himself clean.

Gregory looks over to see Black Dom standing several feet away smiling the same demented smile as before. Black Dom is now completely naked as well (except for his mask). Very slowly he starts walking toward Greg stroking his big rock-hard cock, and in a coy tone he says,

“Hope you don’t mind, Mask! You looked so good laying there. I just couldn’t help myself, and you were so worn out I thought you could use a little water too."

Black Dom starts to laugh as he continues to leer at the Masked Model. A furious outrage shoots through Greg and he charges at Black Dom shouting,

“FUCKER!! I’ll break your goddamn dick off!”

However Black Dom just slides out of the way; dodging Greg's tackling dive, and as if to pile on the humility Dom gives the masked boy a playful smack on the ass as he flies on past collapsing to the floor with a THUMP!

“Too Slow, Boy!” Black Dom taunts.

As Gregory tries to get up off the floor he looks up to see Black Dom looming over him grinding his fist into his palm. With a venomous laugh and a malicious smirk Black Dom says,

“Looks like Daddy’s going to have to teach you some manners!”

    Once Greg is back on his feet, Black Dom immediately grabs him into a bear hug from behind and begins to squeeze him mercilessly. More and more Black Dom tightens his embrace around Gregory's slender abdomen making the boy cry out like a salty bitch.

“What’s the matter, Mask? I only want to give you a hug!” Black Dom laughs.

Gregory squirms and struggles trying to break free, but Black Dom's mighty arms grip him tight as steel chains. The strain of such close contact cause both men's massive cocks to enlarge exponentially as the sweat flies and the adrenaline pumps.

"Fuck Me! I Think My Ribs Are Gonna Crack!" Gregory whimpers with a near breathless squeal.

"Well, we can't have that. I'm just getting started with you!" Black Dom says.

Black Dom throws Gregory onto the floor. Finally able to catch a full breath, Greg lays on the floor coughing as he tries to catch his second wind, but this brief pause is only too brief; for soon Black Dom descends upon the slender-bodied twink pinning him to the floor. Black Dom straddles Gregory and begins slapping the fuck out of him. He slaps Greg repeatedly across the face several times before shoving his dazed young mug deep into his balls to add insult on top of injury.

“Quit squirming, Boy! I know this is the type of shit you love!” Black Dom jeers.

Struggle though he may, Greg is powerless as his face is smothered by his assailant's massive sweat-covered balls. The scent of musty man-stank is all that Greg smells while sweat, pubic hair, and a wrinkled scrotum is all he can taste. Still sitting atop Gregory's chest pinning him firmly to the floor, Dom grasps Greg's neck and proceeds to choke him so he opens his mouth. Black Dom then spits out a long stream of drool straight down into Gregory's gaping mouth. Still gasping for breath under Black Dom's grip, the masked twink has no choice but to swallow his foe’s bubbly mucus-riddled saliva.
    Black Dom leaps up off of Gregory laughing like a schoolyard bully. Greg turns over and begins violently spitting and gagging trying to get the taste out of his mouth, but slimy saliva was not to be the worst thing in poor Greg's mouth this night. Firmly gripping the back of Gregory's head, Black Dom bends over slightly, far enough to expose his thick full ass, and forcefully shoves Greg’s face up into his booty crack.

“Eat My Ass, You Lil Fucker!" Black Dom mocks. "That’s right stick out that tongue or I’ll stomp you in the balls again!”

Overwhelmed, the Masked Model gives in and reluctantly begins lapping Black Dom's hole; sticking his tongue further and further up into his anus. The taste of sweaty ass saturates Gregory's tongue and from his tongue the flavor travels down into his throat. Greg gags several times before Black Dom releases him; throwing him back down onto the floor.

"Fuck You, You Filthy Bitch!" Gregory curses as he lies on the floor gasping for air.

    Angrily, Black Dom pounces on top of the Model and starts slapping him again. Several devastating strikes rake across Greg's face as Black Dom growls,

"I told you about callin' me bitch, BITCH! Fuck Me?! You're the only one getting fucked here tonight! Open your mouth!!"

Black Dom sits on top of Gregory's chest and begins force-feeding him his long thick hard cock. Black Dom laughs as he watches Greg choke, unable to handle his immense girth. Looking down at the Masked Model and seeing his eyes turn red from the spasmic contractions of his obstructed trachea brings Dom a great sinister joy.

“Yeah, that’s a real man’s cock, Punk! Now take every inch of it like a good slut!”

Greg can feel Black Dom's precum start to ooze down his throat. His eyes roll back into his head, because even though he struggles to resist he secretly savors the sweet taste of another man's sex-juice. However his begrudging bliss is short-lived, for Black Dom soon hauls him up and takes him over his knee. Black Dom again laughs like a playground bully as he viciously spanks Gregory's soft tender ass as if he were a small child.

“This ass is mine now, Boy! You are MY toy! I fuckin’ OWN you, Bitch!”

Utterly helpless, Greg tearfully pleads,

“Dom, No! Please Stop! Please STOP!!”

Hearing Greg's pitiful squealing pleas just make Dom laugh more as he continues spanking Gregory harder and harder out of gleeful spite. With every strike the Masked Model screams and yelps louder and louder. If his skin was white his ass would be red as an apple right now, but his caramel skin tone just grows to be a dark shade of purple.
    Several long grueling minutes of this pass before Black Dom throws Greg over back onto the floor. Greg doesn't even try to move this time. He just lies there panting and whimpering. He doesn't even try to fight back when Black Dom kicks him over onto his stomach. Black Dom slowly begins circling the masked young man. He spits into his hand and begins stroking his monstrous throbbing cock. With every stroke more and more precum seeps from his winking piss-slit and drips onto the floor like a rabid wolf hungry for its next kill. The Masked Model knows what's coming next, and he is terrified! He tries to plea in a submissive voice,

"No, Dom! Please!"

"You're going to call me daddy tonight, boy. I'm your new daddy, and I'm gonna make you scream it!" Is Black Dom's only reply.

Greg tries to crawl away, but Black Dom grabs hold of his hips and pulls him back. He lifts Greg's ass up into the air and without any further hesitation or warning thrusts his pulsing hot man-pipe balls-deep into Gregory's tight little anus. The Masked Model wails in agony for he can feel his anal cavity stretching and tearing from the mass of Black Dom's titanous erection and the force and friction behind his every pelvic thrust.
    On the floor of the dungeon, Black Dom aggressively pounds the Masked Model's hot nubile ass doggie-style. Gregory whines and cries like a little bitch as Black Dom just continues drilling him up the ass harder and faster. About five minutes into this carnal hell Black Dom yells,

“Call Me Daddy, Bitch! CALL ME FUCKIN' DADDY!!”

At first Gregory refuses, shouting "FUCK YOU!!" in defiance, but this only makes Black Dom begin thrusting with even greater force and repetition. The sound of his flesh thumping against Greg's tender ass, coupled with the masked boy's emasculating screams, reverberates off all the walls filling the air with a deafening din. Before too long this all quickly wears poor Gregory down and soon, with tears of painful shame in his eyes, the Masked Model finally submits and cries loudly,

“DADDY!!!”

A wicked look of triumph consumes Black Dom's face and with a devious smile he  laughs,

“YES!!! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Almost twenty more minutes of anal torture pass before Black Dom dramatically blows his copious load up inside the Masked Model's quivering anus. The intensity of his orgasm causes him to roar like a savage gorilla. Sweat rains down from his glistening body as he shakes and twitches with every orgasmic convulsion. Gregory shutters as he feels the hot warm splooge fill the inside of his wet hungry rectum. Black Dom pulls out, causing Greg to whimper some more from the pain. Dom gives Greg a firm couple of taps on his trembling ass which makes a little of the milky white cum filling his anal cavity leak out; gliding down off his balls and onto the dungeon floor. Smiling Black Dom then says,

"That's a good little cum-whore, but Daddy's not done with you yet, Boy."

Black Dom gets up and kicks Gregory back over onto his back. Still smiling Black Dom says,

"Now I want to see you cum. You're going to cum or I'll crush you're fuckin' skull!" Black Dom says stomping his foot down onto Gregory's head.

    With his foot planted firmly upon Greg’s head, Black Dom begins applying more and more pressure; crushing the masked boy's skull with the force as he commands him to jerk-it for his viewing pleasure.

“Stroke that fuckin’ cock, Bitch! I wanna see you cum or I’ll squash your faggot head like a goddamn melon!”

The crushing pain of Black Dom's foot pressing down on his cranium both hinders and aids Gregory's self-stimulation. The profuse sweat covering his body from his previous torment acts as the perfect lubrication as he glides his hand up and down his raging hard penis.

"Do it faster, boy! I want to see you shoot it!" Black Dom demands applying more pressure to Gregory's head.

Faster Gregory beats his meat, the force and friction of his hand on his cock strain his member to the point of aching. Greg grits his teeth in pain. His breathing intensifies as he grows closer to climax. Greg grunts and groans like a wild animal as he's about to pop his cork, but before he does Black Dom reaches down with his hand and forcefully clamps down on Greg's cockhead, pinching his urethra shut so that his semen cannot shoot out.

"Let Me Go! Let Go, You Fuck!!" Greg cries out.

Smiling his same devious smile, Black Dom says,

"Who's the master of your dick, Bitch? Who does this belong to?" Dom says tightening his grip; pratically crushing Greg's cockhead in the process.

"You're my master! You're the master of my cock, Dom! I'm your bitch! Just please, PLEASE Let Me Cum!!" Gregory whines on the border of sobbing.

Black Dom chuckles and finally releases Gregory's swollen cock; the veins visibly protruding from under the skin. Greg cums even more intensely than Black Dom did. His semen shoots everywhere spraying all over the floor and all over him and Black Dom. Gregory climaxes with such immense force that spots of his splooge even splatter against Black Dom's neck and chin. Gregory screams like a slutty whore as he violently convulses on the floor as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

"Ha! Ha! What a little slut!" Black Dom laughs removing his foot from Greg's aching head.

    As the Masked Model lies shamed and humiliated at his feet, Black Dom looks down and laughs at him. Once a proud and prized sex icon was he, but now the famed Masked Model was not more than a pathetic fuck-toy almost completely wore down to nothing. He was defeated; the bitch-boi had little to no fight left in him, and this made Black Dom smile all the way down to his core. Out of spite, Black Dom gives the Model a sharp kick to his side which makes Greg curl up into a ball cradling his chest.

"You're pathetic piece of shit, Mask." Black Dom says circling around him. "You thought you could come in and steal the spotlight from me? I'm the only masked sex god around here! I'm The Real Black Dom, Bitch!"

Impassioned by the heat of his rant, Black Dom reaches down and snatches Gregory up from the floor by his balls bellowing in a thunderous tone,

“WHO'S YOUR DADDY, BITCH?!!”

A shot of pain streaks through his body and the pain in his groin nearly evacuates all breath from his lungs. The Masked Model is left so breathless until he barely has air enough to scream,

“AAUUGGHH!! No, Dom! No!! Not My Balls!! AAUUGGHH!!

"Ha! Ha! Your precious little twink balls!" Black Dom boasts.

Black Dom hoists Gregory up by his balls while Greg continues to wail and flail in agony before dropping him back down onto the floor. Black Dom walks around Gregory smiling and chuckling at the pathetic sight he sees before him. Greg only lays there grasping his crotch as he moans in pain.

"You're Pathetic!" Black Dom shouts giving Greg another kick in the gut.

Gregory rolls over onto his back grasping his stomach. That's when Black Dom goes in for another low blow; planting his foot down on poor Gregory's nuts.
    The Masked Model lies there on the floor as Black Dom stands over him with his foot fixed down atop his balls. Fear takes over Gregory's face as he looks up at Black Dom. The dom's mouth curves up into a cruel grin and he says,

"You know I don’t think you deserve to have any balls, Mask. Only men need balls, and you’re not a man..." Black Dom drives his heel hard into Gregory's testicles and continues, “You’re Just My Bitch!”

Spit flies out from Gregory's mouth as he springs up from the floor crying out with a terrible wail. The Masked Model cradles his aching balls as Black Dom continues to gloat,

“Your sole purpose on Earth now is to take my cum, boy! You don’t need any balls to do that, so I’m gonna stomp on your nuts till they’re nothing but mush!!”

    Black Dom raises his foot to stomp on Greg's balls again, but a sudden look of fury washes over the young model's face. Before Black Dom can strike, the Masked Model kicks up his leg and strikes him in HIS nuts. Pain shoots through Black Dom as Gregory stands up. The pain sends the vicious dom down to his knees cradling his crotch.

“Payback’s A Bitch, Bitch!” Greg proclaims with a dominant tone.

Greg kicks Black Dom in the head sending him falling to his side. As Dom lies upon the floor, Gregory stoops down and begins slapping his bare black ass shouting,

“Who’s who’s bitch now, huh?! Who’s Who’s Bitch Now?!!”

The brutal spanking causes Black Dom to scream a scream of utter humility. This sudden vindictive retaliation sends a rush of adrenaline through Greg's slender body filling him with fight and stiffening his cock. He grabs Black Dom by his head and lifts him up off the ground. The Masked Model shoves his big black cock deep inside Black Dom’s mouth, and soon after a spray of water starts to pour out from between Dom's lips. Greg cockily boasts,

“Yeah!! You Thirsty, Bitch?! How Do You Like It?!!! How’s my golden juicy-juice taste?!”

Black Dom chokes and coughs as Gregory's piss rushes down his throat and windpipe and into his lungs. He tries to pull away, but Greg holds his head down on his cock until the very last drop of golden urine trickles down the back of his throat. Once he's finished relieving himself, Gregory throws Black Dom to the floor shamed and disgusted, but the humiliation is not through yet. The Masked Model sits down over Black Dom’s face forcing the perverse fiend's lips and tongue deep into the crack of his ass.

“Time for you to eat my ass now, Punk! Savor the taste!”

Black Dom is surprised and overwhelmed. For all of his boastful strutting, it becomes painful apparent that Black Dom is nothing more than a showboating pussy. Gregory lifts up Dom's leg and starts smacking his ass until he turns over. Greg then heaves Dom up by his hips until his ass is pointing up in the air, fully exposed. In retaliation for before, Greg starts fiercely ramming his cock in and out of Black Dom's surprisingly loose hole.

“I Own YOU Now, Ho! Now I’m The Daddy!”

Greg pulls out of Black Dom and kicks him over onto his back. Black Dom just whimpers and whines like a bitch. The tables have turned and the big man is no longer feeling quite so tough. Black Dom lays on his back now as Greg shoves his piping hot meat pistol back inside his hungry hole. Greg resumes viciously slamming his cock up inside Black Dom's ass. In addition to this anal assault, Gregory also grips Dom’s cock in one hand as he vigorously fingers his piss-hole with his thumb.

"No! Stop!" Black Dom moans pleading for mercy, but the Masked Model will hear none of it.

Black Dom kicks Gregory away with his foot and tries to crawl away still begging for mercy.

“Please, Mask! I’m Sorry! I Give Up!”

The Masked Model responds to Dom's pitiful plea with a swift hard kick; belting the fiend in his nuts once more. Another shot of pain shoots through Dom making everything on him quiver from his thighs to his lips. Spit flies from Dom's mouth as he cries out. His entire body is coated with salty sweat making the sight of him even more arousing as his trembling body glistens in the dim dungeon light. Dom buckles from the pain engrossing his nether regions. It's then that the Masked Model grabs him into vicious headlock from behind.
    Black Dom tries to struggle to free himself from Gregory's choking grip, but he is in pain, he is exhausted, and he is losing oxygen fast.

"It won't be long, big man." Gregory taunts giving Dom a kiss on the cheek. "Not such a badass now, are ya BITCH?!"

Dom gradually grows weaker and struggles less as his consciousness starts to slip. Greg's tightening embrace around his neck causes him to frantically pant and wheeze until it slows to a more steady passive breath. Just before Dom slips into slumber however, Gregory decides to perform one more act to add insult to injury. While still holding his foe firmly in a headlock, Greg tears off Black Dom’s mask letting out a triumphant manly roar. Finally, exhausted and overwhelmed, Black Dom collapses to the floor unconscious leaving the Masked Model looming over him proudly standing tall.
    Of course Greg isn't quite done with his unworthy foe yet; there is still the final coup de grace to deliver. The Masked Model straddles Dom's limp body jerking his raging sperm cannon until finally he cums all over Black Dom’s face covering it with copious globs of his milky white baby-juice. This is the final humiliating disgrace to his pompous captor.
    Confident in his victory, the Masked Model struts away toward the door of the dungeon; looking back just long enough to glare at Black Dom's unconscious body and say,

“I’m the real Black Dom, Motherfucker!”

Greg spits in Dom's general direction as a final show of disrespect and walks out through the door. Greg soon sees that he was being held in an abandon warehouse on the outskirts of town. After a short bit, he soon finds a way out of the complex and makes his way toward the bright lights of the nearby city.
    Much later, almost an hour after Greg escaped from Black Dom's dungeon, police cars converge on the warehouse to apprehend Black Dom for kidnapping, torture, and rape. The Masked Model returns to the scene with the police; having insisted on being there to personally see the cuffs slapped on his assailant. Gregory leans against the side of one of the patrol cars. As he's standing there trying to collect his thoughts, Greg is approached by his old friend and former lover, Detective Simon Cruise. Handing him a cup of coffee, Cruise tries to consul Greg by telling him confidently,

"Don't worry, M. We got him, and with your testimony and all the forensic evidence we've collected from inside, this psycho will be going away for a long time."

But as Gregory watched Black Dom being hauled into the back of the prison van something told him he would be seeing Dom again very soon. He could feel it in his gut.