46. Chapter 46
Justin
The box Sin and Cameron talked about is an actual box. I don’t know why I expected something different.
It’s a simple wooden box, about waist high. If there’s truly a person inside, they must be pretty cramped. Is there really someone inside? Sin’s “toy” as she called him? Some desperate man, torn from his life like I was, tortured and abused?
Sin said I was too skinny to survive a punishment from her. What the hell does she do to people? Whips them until they pass out? Until they die?
This place is terrible. People suffer and die here and no one does anything to help them. Cameron does nothing to help them, and I still like him. What does that say about me? What does my stiff cock say about my conscience? My morality?
I prefer not to think about it.
There’s a hole in the side of the box, at just the right height for a moderately tall man to stick his cock through. I suppress a slightly hysterical chuckle when I notice a small plastic step tucked out of the way next to the box. For the shorter patrons, I presume.
No sounds come from inside the box. No crying or begging for help, and the room is too noisy to hear a person breathing. Is the person inside even alive?
Cameron pulls me into his chest and I tilt my head back for a kiss. It’s an automatic movement, as natural as breathing. I need him. He’s a bad person, but he’s my bad person, and I need him.
His mouth brushes against mine, his stubble scratching me.
I’m cleanly shaved because the ability to grow a beard apparently isn’t a part of my DNA and those few hairs that do grow on my chin look utterly ridiculous, but of course Cameron’s stubble is as perfect as Cameron himself.
It’s really unfair. Fortunately, he likes me even with my shortcomings.
“You’re thinking awfully hard, pet,” he murmurs against my lips.
I sigh and let my head fall into the crook of his neck. We fit perfectly, like we’ve been made for each other. It scares me as much as it exhilarates me.
“It’s overwhelming.” I haven’t even begun processing the fact that he made me lick my cum off the floor in a crowded bar, let alone how he casually talked to his friend while cock*deep inside me. And now there’s this box, and god knows who or what is inside, and it’s just too much.
Like he senses me spiraling, Cameron tightly wraps his arms around me and just holds me. “Ssh. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.”
To my embarrassment, my eyes burn with tears. I’m sure plenty of people cry here, but they do it while being hurt or raped, not when they’re being comforted. This is peak embarrassment, much worse than people complimenting me on screaming nicely during an orgasm.
I’m not going to cry, for fuck’s sake!
I blink the stupid tears away, and if some escape, it’s because of the dust in the air. Yeah, definitely dust.
“Silly little pet. You’re safe with me.” Cameron licks along the wet paths on my cheeks, then nips at my nose. “Come on. Let’s do our part in giving Sin’s toy a lesson he won’t forget. Then we can go home.”
Home. When did it start meaning Cameron’s house? What did it even mean before?
“It sounds great, Sir.”
“I’m glad you agree, even if your consent isn’t required,” Cameron teases, then grabs my hips.
I yelp when he suddenly lifts me and sets me down on the crate. As I scramble for balance, my hand slips on something on the side of the box. A button? I accidentally press it, and a low groan comes from the box.
“Oh, fuck.” I quickly pull my hand away.
The button is red. Sin mentioned something about a red button, didn’t she? Oh my god, did I hit the punishment button?
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
He probably doesn’t hear my apology because I’m too scared to raise my voice. The last thing I want is to attract attention. Cameron would protect me from anything too terrible, but what if he made me suck someone’s cock like he threatened before? I don’t want that.
I don’t, and my stupid cock can shut up. Being used by strangers against my will is not hot, dammit.
Cameron chuckles and presses my hand back on the button.
I struggle against him, but it’s no use.
He makes me hold it until the groans from inside the box turn into whimpers and small cries.
There’s also the clinking of chains, some shuffling, and a dull thud that sounds like a forehead hitting wood.
“I’m sorry,” I repeat, hating that Cameron is making me do this. I hate other people getting hurt, let alone being the one causing the pain.
“It’s for his own good, pet. Slaves need to learn quickly, and Sin is an especially unforgiving Mistress.
He needs to understand that there’s no word for no in his vocabulary, not when it comes to Sin’s commands,” he says loudly, the words meant as much for me as for the man in the box.
The explanation makes a twisted sense, and I hate that it does.
Cameron settles me on the edge of the box and steps between my spread legs.
In this position, he’s the one who has to tilt his head up to kiss me, and I don’t hate it.
As his tongue slips between my lips in a claiming kiss, he pulls his cock out and lines it up with the hole in the box.
My own cock rubs against his stomach as he pushes forward.
I hear coughing and a rattle of chains, as if someone’s yanking on them. Like the person inside is trying to pull away from Cameron’s cock, but the chains hold him in place.
Cameron stops kissing me to yell, “Deeper. Take me deeper, you stupid asshole.” He smashes the button and holds it for the longest time. There’s some groaning and gagging, and then Cameron finally lets go of the button. The man must have done what Cameron wanted.
Cameron holds me close as he thrusts into the hole and moans against my mouth. “Fuck. Your mouth feels better, pet, but fuck…” My cock is leaking all over his stomach as he rubs against me, shamelessly chasing his orgasm.
I wonder if I should be jealous. If I’m his, he’s mine, which should mean his cock is all mine. But he said I was better. He’s using the other man like a toy, literally as a nameless, impersonal hole he can stick his cock in while he kisses me.
Yet another thing that shouldn’t be so fucking hot.
A twinge in my hole reminds me where Cameron’s cock was just minutes ago.
In my ass, lubed by that stuff from hell.
And now he’s forcing that same cock into someone’s mouth.
I don’t even know how to feel about it. I should feel sympathy for the poor victim Cameron’s raping, but my cock is getting squeezed between us in the best way possible, I’m really horny, and…
Didn’t I decide that since Cameron is in control, I wouldn’t worry about anything?
Cameron’s arms tighten around me, and his hips stutter. He’s close.
I run my fingers through his hair and push against him like I’m trying to take control of the kiss.
“Come for me, Sir,” I dare to say, the words foreign but strangely right on my tongue.
They have an effect. Cameron’s grip turns bruising and he moans.
“For me,” I repeat. “Not for that guy sucking you off, but for your pet.”
“Fuck.” Cameron slams forward so hard the box rattles.
The man inside might make a sound, but I can’t hear it over Cameron’s low groan.
“Justin.” His body grows taut, and it’s strange to feel him come like this, shattering with my name on his lip, without actually feeling his cock anywhere.
Without his hot cum flowing into my ass or my mouth or splattering on my skin.
Strange, but in a good way, like I’m more than the others.
He used someone else to come, but it’s me he came for, my name he cried out.
It’s a powerful feeling only slightly tinged by guilt for the man currently choking as he swallows Cameron’s cum.
“Fuck, pet.” Cameron rests his head against my shoulder, his forehead damp with sweat. “You’re so damn amazing.” He kisses me, then pounds on the box. “Clean me up properly, you lazy fuck,” he calls out.
A satisfied groan rumbles from him as he gets serviced. I pull him in for another kiss to catch all those little sounds. They’re mine. Everything about him is mine.
Finally, he sighs and tucks his cock away. I expect him to say we’re going home now, and my cock is a little disappointed about that, but I already came once today. I shouldn’t be greedy. Cameron, however, throws me for a loop.
“Damn, I needed that. Now it’s your turn.”