47. Chapter 47
Justin
My jaw drops. “My turn? What do you mean, my turn?” I look at him, then at the box, then at Cameron again. He can’t possibly mean…
Oh god, he does, doesn’t he? “You want me to…”
I can’t even say it. There’s no way I could do this. It’s rape, plain and simple. It’s one thing when Cameron does it, he’s a bad guy after all, but me? I couldn’t.
“Yes, pet. You’re getting your cock sucked.”
I shake my head. “No, please. Can’t you—”
Cameron grabs my throat and squeezes, cutting off both my protest and my air. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. “I don’t remember asking you a question, pet.”
Fuck. I overstepped. Everything was going so well, so of course I had to go and muck it up.
My lungs burn and my eyes water from lack of air.
I put my hands on Cameron’s forearm. Not to claw at him to try and free myself, but simply to hold onto him, to show him my submission.
He won’t kill me. I keep that in mind even as my vision grows blurry and black spots start to dance around the edges.
He releases me long before I lose consciousness, and I suck in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, Sir.” My throat aches a little. “I didn’t mean to sound pushy. It’s just… I can’t r-rape someone.” My voice breaks at that terrible word.
“It’s not rape, Justin,” Cameron says, his softness in direct contrast to the way he choked me only seconds earlier.
“It’s training. If you really think about it, it’s charity.
But you’re not going to think about it because I ordered you to do it, which means you don’t have to worry whether it’s right or wrong.
You simply do it. I make the choices. You follow. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Defeated, I slump against him. He’s right. I’ll do anything he wants. Not because I’m scared of punishment but because I want to please him. I want to be good for him. Whatever he makes me do is on his conscience, not mine.
He pulls me into his arms. “Good boy. Remember, you’re doing this for me. I want you to, and it pleases me when you obey. I want nothing more than to praise you for being a good little pet.”
I groan, my cock twitching between our bodies. Dangling praise in front of me is so goddamn unfair. He knows I’d do anything to hear those words.
Despite my moral dilemma, my traitorous cock hasn’t softened in the slightest. My erection doesn’t waver even when Cameron has to get the stool for me because I’m so damn short my cock doesn’t reach the hole without it.
And here I thought licking my cum off the floor was the height embarrassment for tonight.
Standing behind me, Cameron grabs my hips and forces me forward. “Make him choke,” he whispers as he kisses down my neck.
“I…” Whatever I was going to say gets lost in a moan as wet heat envelops me. My mind feels scrambled, my singular functioning brain cell chanting “yes yes yes” on repeat. Other than that, my brain is dead, all of my blood migrating south.
“Fuck.” My fingers scramble for purchase on the edge of the box, nails digging into the wood. The man sucking me chokes and coughs, which only makes his mouth squeeze around me tighter.
Cameron isn’t helping things by nibbling at my neck and whispering filthy stuff in my ears as he gently rocks my hips back and forth.
“There you go. Push into his throat. Do you feel how tight it is? Isn’t it amazing?
” His hand moves forward to gently caress my oversensitive balls.
They still burn a little, and I realize that while my cock hasn’t been in anyone’s ass, Cameron heavily slathered it with that damn lube.
It’s no wonder Sin’s toy is choking. God, it must feel terrible, and yet, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop even if Cameron wasn’t making me do this.
I’m a terrible fucking person, but I’m a terrible person who’s about to come.
“Are you close, pet?” Cameron’s fingers find my hole and rub around it.
I choke out a moan and lean harder against the cage as my knees buckle.
“When he’s up for Open Hole, I’ll make you take his ass too.
He’ll be strapped down and ready to be fucked by anyone who walks by, and you’ll sink your cock into him like a good boy.
And then I’ll take you. I’ll fuck you while you fuck him. How does that sound, pet?”
Horrible. Amazing. Wrong. Hot. “I can’t…”
Cameron squeezes my throat again, adding a few more bruises to the ones already there.
He makes me thrust faster, harder, and reaches for the red button.
The moment he presses it, the slave’s tight throat squeezes my cock in a death grip.
The scream trying to escape him vibrates against my cockhead.
Cold sweat washes over me as tension builds up at the base of my spine.
I’m about to come, and there’s nothing in the world that could stop it now.
I can’t breathe, so I can’t scream, and somehow the lack of air makes everything sharper. The warm wood of the box. Cameron’s scent and furnace-like heat enveloping me. The impossible tightness pressing down on my poor cock.
I explode. It’s not just my cock jerking but my entire body as I flood the man’s mouth with cum.
His throat undulates around me as he swallows, which sets off additional aftershocks.
More and more waves crest. Each time I think I’m done, I shudder again and give a few more drops.
By the time I’m done, Cameron is fully holding me up. My legs have given out completely.
A tongue laps at my shaft, circles my cockhead, and gently prods at slit. Cleaning me up so thoroughly that another full-body shudder racks my frame. “Fuck.” I can’t remember any other words. Do they even exist?
“Such a good boy,” Cameron murmurs. “You came so hard for me.”
Oh god. I groan as his words hit me with the force of a freight train, filling my exhausted body with searing warmth. I was a good boy, wasn’t I? I came for Cameron, even if it was in someone else’s mouth. And it was fucking amazing.
Cameron chuckles. “Yes, you were amazing. Come on.”
He half walks, half carries me to the nearest cluster of seats. Someone else takes our place at the box, snorting as he kicks the stool away. I try to scowl, even if my eyebrows feel like they belong to someone else. It’s not my fault I’m short, though. People shouldn’t mock me for it.
Pulling me into his lap, Cameron kisses my forehead. “Relax, pet. I’ve got you.”
There’s a blanket and a sweet soda I sip through a straw. I don’t know where they came from. Maybe I dozed off and someone brought them over. Maybe Cameron’s a wizard and he conjured them out of thin air. Who knows?
I burrow into Cameron’s chest as sounds from the real world start drifting into my consciousness.
A blood-curdling scream from one of the dark corners.
A rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Moaning, groaning, whimpering, whining.
Sobbing. Spanking tools hitting flesh. Rattles of chains.
A distant whir of a vibrator. Gag-muffled cries.
Someone repeating “oh fuck yes” in time with the slapping of skin against skin.
It’s like a scene from actual Hell. Our family pastor would probably say I belong here with the rest of the sinners.
“What’s so funny, pet?”
Have I been chuckling out loud? Damn, I’m really losing my mind.
“I just imagined my family knowing about… well, all this.” I vaguely gesture at the depravity surrounding us.
“My father would probably have a heart attack.” If he didn’t have one first when he found out I like both boys and girls.
“Our pastor would be convinced he’s in Hell. ”
Cameron snorts. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Those godly people are often the most fucked up in the worst ways possible.”
Another scream. I can’t tell if it’s one of pleasure or pain. Maybe both.
I sigh. “I want to go home.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Cameron’s body grows rigid. His arms, which offered a safe harbor before, are now crushing me to his chest like iron bands. “You’re never going back home, Justin,” he all but growls. “I told you, I’m not letting you go.”
It takes my fuzzy mind a few seconds to understand what he’s saying. When I do, I actually laugh, and isn’t that insane? “I didn’t mean back to my family. I meant into your house.” Or is it our house now that I essentially live with him?
“You…” His arms relax a fraction, only enough for him to look into my face. He studies my expression intently, searching for the lie that’s nowhere to be found. It clearly confuses him. “You mean that?”
The hint of vulnerability in his voice shatters me.
I scramble to straddle him and cup his face in my hands.
“Yes, Cameron, I mean that. I told you I wanted to stay, and that hasn’t changed.
Yes, there are things I would like to change, and I’ll be happy if you’re open to discussing them at some point in the future, but leaving you isn’t one of them. ”
His eyes flutter shut, but not before I notice how watery they suddenly are. “I thought…”
I interrupt him with a kiss. “I know what you thought. I know this is an objectively insane decision. But I reached it, and I’m sticking to it. I… I like you very much, Cameron.” It’s not quite what I was going to say, but the other L-word got stuck in my throat.
Too soon. Too crazy. Too wrong. Too everything.
And yet…
Cameron opens his eyes. This time it’s me kissing a tear off his cheek. It tastes like everything I ever wanted.
“Let’s go home.”