44. Chapter 44
Justin
I don’t fall asleep as Cameron holds me, but I close my eyes for a few minutes.
I’m drifting in that pleasant space between sleep and consciousness when I’m torn out of it by a scream.
I shake my head, wishing I could cover my ears, but my arms are still tied.
My shoulders are going to be sore for days after this.
“Ssh.” Cameron hugs me tighter to his chest. “She’s going to pass out soon.”
Like that makes it right. But she does pass out, leaving the bar area oddly quiet with just the murmur of conversations and the music coming from invisible speakers. The group that was tormenting her starts arguing whose fault it is. They slap her, but she doesn’t stir.
I want to go home.
“Not yet, pet.” Did I say it out loud? “We’ll have some more fun,” Cameron says as he pulls me onto my feet.
They’re a little wobbly, and I have to walk bow-legged to avoid rubbing my sore balls, but I follow Cameron without him having to tug on the leash.
I’m grateful for that strip of leather marking me as Cameron’s property.
Everyone who sees it knows who I belong to.
No one is going to steal me away to torture me until I pass out.
Well, no one but Cameron, but he’s allowed to.
I subconsciously inch closer to him as we walk past the people hanging by the bar.
They’re having a beer and chatting, and the normalcy of the sight makes my head spin.
Did I just violently scream during my orgasm and then lick my cum off the floor in the same room where these people stopped by for a pint after work before heading home to their families?
A man smirks at me and the woman next to him turns on her bar chair to smack my ass as we walk by. I jump and huddle as close to Cameron as I can without making him trip.
“Get your own pet, Felicia,” Cameron reprimands the woman, but it sounds friendly.
Her blood-red lips pull back in a grin. “After hearing him scream so nicely, I just might. Or I’ll borrow Sin’s. Unlike you, Madame knows how to share her toys.”
Cameron pauses. “Sin doesn’t keep personal toys.”
“She does now. A nice, big hunk of meat, that one. Still a little cocky, but she’ll beat that out of him in no time. She’s got him in the box tonight. Pay a visit.” She blows Cameron a kiss before turning back to her companion.
The box?
Cameron makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat.
I’m quick to follow when he moves again, leading me toward the back room.
The room where the terrible screams were coming from.
Then again, I also just gave everyone a loud show, so maybe whatever’s happening there isn’t so terrible. Or maybe it’s worse.
I don’t particularly want to find out, but once again, it’s not my choice.
The room is dark. So dark that I have to squint to get my bearings at first. Muted spotlights illuminate certain parts of the room, but the rest of it drowns in darkness.
Anything could be happening in those dark corners.
A lot of things probably are happening there, judging by the moans and whimpers assaulting me from all directions.
The closest lit space draws my attention.
A man is strapped to a frame bristling with rings and hooks.
His arms are over his head, his toes scrambling for purchase on the metal plate set underneath him.
Wires lead to clamps on his nipples and to straps wrapped around his cock and balls.
There’s also a metal rod inside of his cock, with a wire coming out of it.
Jesus Christ, how much did it hurt? My own cock shrivels just from watching it.
The man’s whimpers and cries are muffled by the large ball gag stuffed in his mouth, but they’re still loud enough to rise above the noise in the room.
He jerks, and the cuffs around his wrists dig into flesh as he pulls his knees up from the floor.
He gets tired quickly, but every time his feet graze the floor, he immediately pulls them up again.
“A conductive plate,” Cameron says, jerking his chin toward the metal on the floor. “Every time he touches it, he gets shocked. Electricity is a really interesting thing.”
“Uh-huh.” God, I hope Cameron doesn’t decide to test that out. Electricity sounds too fucking painful to be enjoyable in any way.
A group of men and women seem to be having a good time playing with knobs on the electric source. They laugh at each jerk and muffled cry, commenting on the blood trickling down the man’s arms from where the cuffs had cut into his skin. I look away, once again grateful for Cameron.
He lets me lead the way through the dark room. I hate to admit it, but I’m curious. Some of the acts happening here…
I hate the violence and the fact that none of the victims likely chose to be here, but maybe if Cameron wanted to try some of these things out, I wouldn’t protest too much. I wonder if he has a sex swing at home. That one looked like fun.
We end up watching a scene that makes my jaw drop. A man is strapped to a bench, bent over it, and a woman wearing a tight black corset is in the process of putting her hand inside of him. Like, her entire hand.
What the actual fuck?
He whimpers and his fingers dig into the bench padding, but he doesn’t seem terribly distressed. His ass and the woman’s entire forearm glisten with lube, and she adds even more when she pulls back, clearly careful not to hurt her slave too much.
When the woman’s knuckles finally slip past his rim and his ass swallows her hand up to her wrist, the slave moans.
Not screams in pain as I would have expected if someone forced a fist into my ass, but moans like it’s the best night of his life.
Another moan is torn from him as his Mistress pulls back, then sinks back in even deeper than before.
Now the lube on her forearm makes sense.
“Jesus…”
I’m so absorbed in the sight that I jump when Cameron wraps his arm around me. “Like what you see, pet?”
I imagine myself in the slave’s place, and a wave of red-hot arousal makes me clench my sore ass.
Then I imagine Cameron behind me and his hand, probably twice the size of the woman’s, and my excitement quickly drops.
“It’s interesting,” I admit, because I don’t want to be punished for lying.
Not in this place. “But I think your hands are a little too large for that, Sir.”
Cameron chuckles into my hair. “I’d make it fit. Let’s grab a seat and watch.”
Like in the bar area, there are small clusters of seats here too, positioned around both the lit “stations” and in the dark corners.
Cameron takes a seat just a few feet away from a man getting his cock sucked by a young woman.
Her hands are tied behind her back like mine and her long blonde hair is wrapped around the man’s fist. He’s using it to control the blowjob, forcing her to take him deeper than she normally would, judging by her occasional gagging.
Tears are streaming down her face, streaking her makeup, but she doesn’t struggle.
Is she secretly enjoying herself like I would, or has she simply given up like the girl in the bar?
I’m not sure I want to know.
I step between Cameron’s spread legs and wonder if he wants me to suck him off too.
I wouldn’t be able to watch the fisting show, but maybe that’s for the best. I was getting way too interested in it.
Cameron, however, makes me sit on his lap with my back to his chest. When my bound hands get in the way, he unclips the cuffs and gently massages my shoulders.
Then he reaches between us and frees his cock.
“Come on, pet. Sit on me. I need a nice hole to keep my cock warm.”
Oh god, really? In front of all these people?
I know I’m naked and I’ve already humiliated myself in front of an audience, but actually getting fucked feels different.
It’s ridiculous, it’s not like we’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure when the woman in front of us is elbow deep in her slave’s ass, but it still feels so wrong.
Cameron doesn’t care about my hang-ups. He grabs my hips and positions me right over his cock, then slams me down, impaling me in one thrust. I’m stretched from the plug, so it doesn’t hurt much, and there’s enough lube that…
Oh. The burning lube. And Cameron’s not wearing a condom. Sucks to be him, I guess? Except he moans like he’s enjoying the burn.
“Fuck yes. I need to buy more bottles of this lube. It burns quite nicely, wouldn’t you say, pet?”
Damn him. “I’m not sure nice is the word I’d use, Sir.” More like hellish. Who knew Cameron had a secret masochistic streak?
He laughs and settles more comfortably on the chair. As he spreads his legs, mine are forced so wide that my hips ache, and of course, everything is on display. My bruised balls, spent cock valiantly trying to harden again, and my asshole, stretched around Cameron’s cock. So embarrassing.
The woman glances at us from where she’s rearranging her slave’s guts, and grins. Like she’s showing off, she yanks her hand out of her slave’s hole and literally punches her way back in.
A half-groaned “fuck” escapes me as the slave moans. How can he be enjoying that? It has to hurt!
Maybe I’m being hypocritical here. I’ve also enjoyed things that hurt. Didn’t I just come from pain caused by that infernal metal device? I probably shouldn’t judge a guy for getting off on having someone’s arm in his ass.
Another man steps closer and glances at the woman. She shrugs and throws her hand out in a clear “be my guest” gesture. The man unzips his pants and shoves his cock straight into the slave’s mouth. No preamble, no asking for consent.
God, why is that so hot?
“Do you like that?” Cameron whispers into my ear. He must have felt my hole clench around him when the man started fucking the slave’s mouth. “Would you like to be in his place? Strapped down so you couldn’t move, and anyone here could come and just fuck your mouth?”
“N-no.” The lie is unconvincing even to my own ears. Cameron picks up on it immediately and punishes me by squeezing my aching balls. My stupid cock hardens even as pain shoots from them.
“Don’t lie, pet.”
I want to say that I'm not lying, that I really don't want it, but the words won't leave my mouth. What is wrong with me? I want to squirm with embarrassment, but I'm impaled on Cameron's cock, held wide open for anyone to watch.
Why, why, why am I into this?