56. Chapter 56
Justin
I do my best to stretch, but the cage doesn’t offer much space. It’s smaller than the one in Cameron’s basement, barely large enough for me to lie curled on my side. Not very comfortable, and Sin didn’t specify how long I was supposed to be here. Or if she’d let me out at all.
I’m still in the club, just not on the main floor. There’s a bunch of luxurious private rooms above the club, each furnished with various bondage equipment and torture instruments. I became quite well acquainted with them after Sin made me help with cleaning the entire floor.
Her “toy” was there too, along with a few regular employees. At least I’m guessing they were employees and not slaves. They were wearing clothes.
It was weird to work naked next to completely clothed people, but at least I wasn’t alone in that position, and the others were really paying us no extra attention.
Aside from giving instructions, no one talked to us, and we couldn’t talk to each other because Sin’s slave was once again wearing a muzzle.
This one was made of leather and covered the entire lower half of his face.
I gently probed to find out if he was with Sin willingly, but he brushed me off.
Even without words, his message was clear. Leave me alone. So I did.
Once the rooms were deemed clean enough, one of the bouncers brought me to a bathroom and gruffly instructed me to clean myself.
Thoroughly. The reason for a “thorough” cleaning was obvious, and it left my stomach in knots.
Enough so that when he later brought me food, I wasn’t able to eat anything.
Did Sin send someone to help Cameron like she promised, or did she leave him in Small’s clutches? What is she going to do with me?
Maybe I should have fought harder when the bouncer herded me into this cage, but how do you fight someone three times your weight? I didn’t want to earn myself a spanking on top of being locked up, so I complied.
I yawn and wince as I try to find a more comfortable position.
Sin let me sleep in a tiny room in the back area of the club before putting me to work, but I spent most of that time tossing and turning, too worried about Cameron to fall asleep.
By the looks of things, I won’t be sleeping tonight either, if for different reasons.
I hate the waiting. It reminds me too much of those endless stretches of time I spent waiting for Cameron, slowly losing my mind as I held conversations with the fridge and the AC. Mentally strong, I am not.
Voices sound from the hallway. I tense, half hoping something will finally start happening, half dreading who’s going to walk through that door. No one does. The voices peter out and I’m left in silence again.
Sighing, I shift onto my knees. They used to ache when I knelt for a longer stretch of time, but now I barely notice it.
I stare down at my cock. Sin demanded I put on a cock cage almost as soon as I arrived.
She said she might be just fostering me, but her rules still apply.
Once again, I obliged without protest, too scared of what she’d do to me if I disobeyed her.
It was hard not to start laughing when she said she was fostering me, though. Like I’m a puppy whose owner went on vacation, so now she has to feed and walk me together with her own dog. Honestly, the analogy wasn’t that far off. I just hope she won’t put me up for adoption.
Footsteps.
The door handle clicks.
I take a deep breath and straighten up on my knees as best I can. Whoever is coming, I need to make a good impression. Especially if it’s someone waiting for the slightest reason to punish me.
Oh, who am I kidding. Like they need a reason to hurt me.
God, I hope it’s not one of those sick fuckers I saw the other night. I don’t want to get tortured.
I want Cameron.
I clench my jaw to stop myself from sniffling out loud. A few rapid blinks help with the tears gathering in my eyes. There. From the outside, I look like the perfect slave. What does it matter that on the inside, I’m wailing in fear and begging for mercy?
When the person enters, my heart skips a beat, then starts racing.
My first thought is that old sweatpants, baggy hoodie, and cheap slippers seem like a weird choice of attire for Sin’s club. Then my eyes drift up his big body. Cautiously, in case he takes offense with me looking at him.
Wide shoulders. Thick neck. Dark skin. Two or three days’ worth of stubble. Frantic eyes.
Those eyes.
So familiar, yet so different now that they’re filled with overwhelming relief.
“Cameron.”
The moment his name slips out of my mouth, I break out of my stupor. It’s him. He’s here. I grab the bars of the cage and yank at them, irrationally angry that they stand between us. I need to go to him. I need to touch him, to make sure he’s real.
Oh my god, what if he’s a hallucination? It’s quite possible the stress from the past day made me finally lose my mind. If that’s the case, I never want this hallucination to end.
“Justin.” Cameron’s shoulders slump in relief. He takes a tentative step toward me.
I yank on the bars again. I want to run to him. “Are you real?”
“Are you?”
“Huh?” I force myself to think about it. Am I real? I feel real, but would I know it if I wasn’t real? Damn. These are too deep thoughts for my current mental state. “I think I’m real. Can you let me out? Please?” I reach for him, but my elbow is too big to pass between the bars.
Cameron sinks to his knees next to the cage. He does something, there’s a beep, and the door inches open. A second passes as we stare at each other, each of us worried that the other one isn’t really there.
I don’t know who moves first. It’s possible we both spring into motion at the same time, at some unconscious signal our bodies share.
I throw myself at Cameron just as he reaches for me, and we collide in a messy tangle of limbs on the floor.
Neither of us cares. Cameron’s arms wrap around me like steel bands, crushing me against his chest. My fingers dig into his skin through his clothes as I desperately cling to him.
He grunts like he’s in pain, but doesn’t push me away.
Our mouths meet in a desperate kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but it’s the best kiss I’ve ever gotten.
Cameron’s grunt of pain is a little more pronounced this time. When I pull back, I notice his lip is split and a huge bruise blooms around the cut.
Before I can ask him what happened, he murmurs, “Don’t stop.
” He rolls us over so that I’m under him and slants his mouth against mine again.
His body is all around me, pinning me down in the best way possible.
Even if I wanted to escape, I couldn’t. But why would I want to? I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
Cameron thrusts his tongue into my mouth, forcing his way through my non-existent defenses. I love the feeling of having him inside me, but I’d love it much more if he were in a slightly different part of me.
“Cameron,” I mumble against his lips. “Fuck me.”
He kisses down my neck and bites on the sensitive spot where it meets the shoulder. I moan and grind against him, my cock throbbing in the cage.
“Cameron. Please.”
I fumble with his sweatshirt, but he swats my hands away and pulls it over his head himself. I catch a glimpse of more bruised skin before he’s back on me, his skin hot against mine. “You’re hurt,” I try to say, but it’s pretty difficult when Cameron’s tongue keeps invading my mouth.
“Cameron…”
He ignores my attempts at communication. His teeth find my neck again and he bites down, just shy enough of breaking skin. I cry out, then moan as the pain slowly tapers off into pleasure.
Cameron hikes my knee up around his waist and shoves his pants down.
His cock nudges my taint, hard and ready.
There’s no prep. No lube, just some spit hastily spread over his cock.
No slow thrusts that would allow me to adjust. There’s just a rough need that has Cameron driving home in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt in me.
It burns. Hurts like I’m being split open. I might scream.
I don’t ask him to stop. I don’t want him to, and he wouldn’t. We both need this.
I relax as much as I can and embrace the pain.
Cameron sucks on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitized skin. His hand is in my hair, pulling so tight flashes of pain erupt from my scalp.
It feels amazing.
It doesn’t take him long to come. His frantic thrusts stutter, his rhythm falters. He nips at my ear, kisses his way down the side of my jaw. Licks off my tears, then captures my mouth again, like he wants to swallow all the noises I make.
His cock glides against my prostate, making my shaft throb harder as blood tries to rush in but has nowhere to go. I won’t be able to come, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t about an orgasm. This is about Cameron being here. About the world being set right.
Cameron comes with a roar. His cock jerks inside of me as he fills me up. “Fuck, Justin.” He’s breathing hard like he just ran a marathon. His longer-than-usual stubble tickles my neck as he rests his head beside mine. “Jesus fucking Christ. I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Yeah. When Small threatened you…” I swallow around the lump forming in my throat. I can’t even finish that thought, let alone the sentence. “Sin really helped you. When she locked me up here, I was worried.”
Cameron’s body relaxes. His weight is close to crushing me, and I can’t quite breathe, but I wouldn’t move for the world.
“She likes to play games and watch people squirm, but she’s solid.
” He kisses up my neck and nips at my earlobe.
Then he suppresses a yawn. “Damn, I’m exhausted.
We should really get off the floor. God only knows what kind of filth is on it. ”
“Excuse me? I just scrubbed it clean two hours ago! You could eat off it.” When Cameron’s eyes flash, I realize I’ve set a trap for myself and walked right into it. “I’m not saying you should,” I backtrack. “Just that you could. But you shouldn’t.”
He laughs. “Oh, I won’t be. But you look hot licking stuff off the floor.”
I groan, the memory of licking my own cum off the floor in front of an audience making me squirm with embarrassment. “You’re a jerk. Sir,” I add to be on the safe side. “And to think I actually missed you.”
Cameron laughs again, this time sweetly. “I missed you too.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. After all, I still have to make you come.”
I want to protest that I won't be able to come with the cage on, but then Cameron's fingers replace his cock in my ass.
Everything is loose and slippery now, a little sore, but that only gives things the right edge.
As his fingers brush over my prostate, I gasp and correct my statement.
I might be able to come with the cage after all, and there's no doubt Cameron will keep trying until I do.
I’m unsure whether I should bemoan my fate or consider myself lucky.
Then Cameron curls around me, warm and solid and alive.
Lucky, definitely.