Chapter 1 #2
I wiggle slightly and his free hand presses roughly against my lower back, shoving my cock into the mattress, the metal of the cage digging into my skin and making me moan. That, coupled with the prick of the tattoo gun, has me positively aching.
It’s really not my fault that I come. It’s when he’s almost finished, the pain spreading through both of my ass cheeks, his hand on my lower back, the bite of the cock cage.
It’s all too much. My soft dick drips its release, my body shaking as a stream of cum pours out of me.
It’s long and drawn out, but even so, Georgiy doesn’t stop what he’s doing, just tsks at me as I finally come down from it.
“Oh, Bane. You know better than to disobey,” he murmurs, the gun shutting off. I feel him sit back as if admiring his work, and then he huffs. “Mm. Perfection.”
He shuffles around in that bag and takes the time to cover it with plastic Saniderm bandages before going completely quiet.
I try to look over my shoulder to see him, but he reaches out and holds my neck down.
“Keep still.”
I roll my eyes, and he growls in annoyance. But even through his grumbling, I hear it. The flick of a lid, the squirt of something. Then two gloved fingers push into me, making my eyes shut and my breathing pick up. Yes. Yes.
He’s going to fuck me. Finally.
He’s going to ruin my ass.
“How many men have you been with since I last touched you?” he asks, and I groan as he massages my prostate, making my tired cock perk up and try to harden, only to be reminded that it’s caged. That there’s no use in fighting, that he’s punishing me.
Fucking hell, yes.
Torture me. I want to hurt.
“Tell me, Bane,” he murmurs, and I hold up fingers on my right hand.
“Hmm. Four. And have you been tested since?”
I shake my head, and he sighs, his fingers slipping from me.
I hear him change gloves, and a moment later, I feel my arm twisted and a cool swab brush against the crease of my elbow.
A band is placed around the top of my arm, and I watch as a syringe needle pierces my skin.
He pulls blood from my vein with the precision of a skilled phlebotomist, and I feel my cock twitch once more.
Yes. More blood, please. I hope he takes a lot. I hope he draws this out.
But he only takes two vials and then pulls the band from my arm with a snap, moving away from me for a short time and sorting his tools before returning.
His fingers trail up my ass crack and he swirls them around my rim.
“Shame I cannot fuck you without a condom. Perhaps I shouldn’t fuck you at all.”
I grunt my displeasure, but I know this is what I get for being bad.
I shouldn’t have let anyone else inside me, but I’m horny and I have needs.
He’s pleasured me several times but he’s never actually fucked me.
He’s never so much as opened his pants and shown me his dick, and I’m ravenous for it.
Overwhelmed with frustration and need. I need him to fuck me like I need air.
He pushes two fingers back into me, working me open, dribbling more lube into my hole until my cock is once more drooling with the need to come again.
Oh, fuck a duck.
The squelch of him inside me intensifies, his fingertips teasing me, making me writhe as much as I can with the restraints. I want more. I want his big cock inside me. I want to be split open. I want to feel it for days. It hasn’t happened yet, but a boy can dream.
But then suddenly he stops, and my eyelids flick open.
“No. You don’t deserve it,” he says and pulls his fingers from me, leaving my hole gaping and upset. Really, he doesn’t need to go this far.
The bed shifts as he moves, and I hear him stand up. The gloves come off, and his bag is zipped closed before I hear his jacket being put on.
I try to tug on my restraints, but they’re too well done. Is he going to leave me like this? He probably will. The thought makes my dick harder, and I shift on the mattress, feeling my hole flex as I move.
Really, this is just unfair.
He can’t just do this to me.
This just makes me want him more, and it stings.
“I’ll have someone let you go in a few hours. For now, Bane,” his hand comes down and slaps my ass cheek, making me groan as pain moves through me, “for now, think about what you did.”
And then a moment later, the trailer door opens and shuts, leaving me tied to the bed, ass on fire, cock still trying to get hard.
Oh dear.
Must be time for a nap.
The screech of the door swinging ajar has my eyelids flicking open.
I dozed quite nicely despite being a horny mess. I was just happy Georgiy kidnapped me. Relieved really. What a fucking treasure that man is, in his suit and tie, that perfect dark hair, those thick black eyelashes. Sex on two legs.
“Ah crap,” a voice says, and I wiggle on the bed, feeling my balls stick to the mattress in the mess I made.
I hear the sound of footsteps and try to crane my head back, but I can’t quite manage.
“Shit,” a muffled voice says, and then a laugh. “Knew it would be kinky.” He clears his throat and then says more seriously, “I mean, I am here to perform a very important service.”
A body appears over me, and the tape is ripped from my mouth. My lips are sticky and dry, and I smack them as I try to wet my mouth.
“Hello,” I rasp, and the man grins at me.
“Hey. I’m here on behalf of Mr. Sokolov.”
He pulls out a knife, flicking it open and cutting the restraints on my arms and legs. I feel the tingle in them as blood starts to flow through my limbs once more, and I turn over, the dried cum on my dick and cock cage making me wince.
“Sokolov, such a sexy last name, isn’t it?” I ask, and the young man bobs his head before straightening his shoulders slightly, almost as if he’s trying to stay professional. Really, there’s no need. He can be as weird as he likes when he’s with me.
His eyes flick down to my groin, and he pulls out a key. “This was taped to the door. I assume it’s for this.”
“Yep,” I reply, letting him hand it to me. I unlock the cage, pulling it off, and my cock sighs in relief.
And then gets hard.
He watches it grow, and I lick my lips.
“Don’t suppose you’ll fuck me, right? Since Georgiy left me hanging?”
His eyes grow wide. “You shouldn’t ask me that. I don’t want to die. Take it back.”
I grin and wiggle a little, making my cock flop this way and that. “Okay, I take it back.”
He runs a hand through his unruly hair, some of it falling onto his forehead. “Thank fuck. I don’t know if he has this place wiretapped. And even if he didn’t, I wouldn’t. You’re not my type.”
I grin at that and then hold out my hand. “Oh, how intriguing. Not your type? I’m everyone’s type, eventually. I’m Bane. What’s your name?”
He reaches out and shakes it roughly. “Mr. Erikson.”
“Mister? Wow, that’s formal.”
“I’m a professional.”
I snort, and his lips twitch. “Fine, I’m mostly professional. Name’s Kit.”
“Oh, well, hello there,” I say and then wiggle my fingers.
“Hello. Nice ass. I mean…tattoo? Anyway, forget I said that. Let’s get you out of here.”
I scoot down the bed and touch my sore dick.
“So, Kit—can I call you Kitty Kat?—what is your type?”
He sighs and looks around the space, taking in the ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling. “Uh. Not men. At least mostly. Depends on the state of the moon, I guess. And I’d rather not be called Kitty Kat.”
I bob my head and stand up, stretching wide, my back cracking as I do. “I mean, that doesn’t make sense, but Jax, one of the guards I work with, is the same way.”
Kit perks up slightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s fucked me once or twice. Was pretty good.” I waggle my eyebrows. “But he’s adamant he’s not gay or into men. Was just horny, and I was a nice hole. Which is quite true. My hole is very nice and tight.”
All those ass exercises really keep everything in ship-shape.
“Uh, yeah, I get that. That’s cool.” Kit shifts on his feet and brushes his mess of red hair back, and it just flops right back down. I like his hair color. It’s nice. He also has nice limbs—long and gangly.
He’s cute. Would make a nice lamp if I ever lopped part of him off. He just screams decorative.
“Is that hair color natural?” I ask, reaching out and touching a strand of auburn.
“Yeah. Sadly.”
“Oh, why is it sad? I like it. It’s nice. It would go nicely in my bouquet.”
Kit eyes me for a long moment and then shrugs. “You could take some if you want. I’m down. Never had my hair be a flower before.”
“Oh, I knew I liked you. No one ever gives me anything willingly. How about a finger, hm?” I eye his phalanges, and he quickly tucks them into his pockets.
“Can’t do that, Bane. I need them for work.”
“Of course. Of course. I was mostly kidding.” He doesn’t believe me, but lets it go. “And what do you do for work?”
“Just do whatever Mr. Sokolov needs. I’m on-call for different, last-minute jobs. Kind of a Do-It-All Dan.”
“Oh,” I say, and then my eyes narrow as I grow suspicious. “Have you let him fuck you?”
His cheeks redden, and he shakes his head. “What? No, of course not. No one goes near my ass.”
I let my eyes rove over him and place my hands on my bare hips.
“Good. Better stay that way, too, Mr. Kitty. If I have to be monogamous, so does he. If not, I’ll cut off both your dicks.”
Kit’s face pales, and he shakes his head again. “I like my dick.”
“I’m sure I would, too. Can I see it? I bet it’s nice and pink, just like you. Does it have freckles?”
Kit sighs and glances around. “Do you think there are cameras in here?”
I look around and then lean forward. “Best if you show me later.”
“Good idea, and listen, I need to get you back home. He didn’t want me to dally.”
“He’s worried you’ll fuck me.” I stick my ass out and wiggle it. “It’s because I have such a nice peach and I’m already prepped.”
I can feel Kit’s eyes on it. “Yeah, it is nice.”
“You can snap a picture if you want and use it later. But really, I’d love to see what he tattooed on my butt.”
I peel off the bandages as Kit pulls out his phone. “Right. Go on then. Bend over. Let me get a good angle.”
I lean forward, hands on the mattress, and hear the click of the shutter before I move to look at the screen in his hands. I have an idea of what my Georgiy etched into my skin, but fuck, when my eyes actually comprehend it, it’s even better than I expected.
Property of Georgiy Sokolov ?
Oh. Oh, I like that. I am his property. To be used by him.
Exclusively.
I should give him one right back. Make sure everyone knows who that cock belongs to.
A brand perhaps? Right near his dick.
“Come on, I was told to deliver you by sunset,” Kit says, helping me reapply the bandage on my ass, making sure my tattoo is nice and safe. “I’m serious. I don’t want to get in trouble. I may cry if I do.”
“Oh, I hate when I cry,” I say, and then look around for my clothes when I realize Georgiy sliced them from me. A shiver spreads through me as I recall it, and my dick perks up further.
“Better go in a toga,” Kit says, pulling a sheet from a cabinet and handing it to me. It’s a bit dusty and smells a little weird, but what can you do? I don’t have any other options.
“Can I borrow your belt?” I ask.
He pulls it off and hands it to me as I tug the sheet around me, wrapping it like a tunic and securing it at the waist.
“How do I look? Delicious?” I ask.
“Yeah, you look fucking nice,” he replies, and I bob my head.
“I am very nice-looking. Even better now with that tattoo on my ass.”
“It’s gonna hurt on the way home,” he says, and I grin widely.
“Oh, I can’t wait. I do love me some pain.”
Kit laughs and then pulls the door to the trailer open with a screech. “Come on, Bane. Let me get you home before Mr. Sokolov cuts me apart. I really don’t like pain.”
“Oh yes, we wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t. I also quite like my job at the moment.”
“How did you get started working with him?” I ask as we make our way to his car. My feet hit the stones, and pain slides up my calves. But I don’t mind it. I was born for this. To feel it, to repress it, and then use it when I want it.
And I want all the pain from Georgiy.
He can give it to me anytime.
“Answered an ad on Craigslist a few years back for a random hookup, and now here I am.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, we didn’t sleep together. It was a cover.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to murder you.”
“Pfft. Not unless I murder you first,” Kit says and holds up a gun.
I waggle my eyebrows at that and clamber into the front seat, my ass aching as I sit and buckle in.
“I don’t think we need to murder each other. I think we can be friends instead, Craig.”
“Craig,” Kit snorts. “Yeah, that’s better than Kitty Kat. And sure. We can be friends. Ready to head home?” Kit asks as he turns the car on and meets my stare.
“Hell yes, I am.”