FREE FALL

There was something thrilling in the way the man’s eyes filled with fear, even as he tried so clearly to seem confident and indifferent. The cocky types were the funnest to break, the ones who thought they already knew how the game was played. “They gave you the script, did they?” Jack asked, getting closer to the bed now. He didn’t touch the man. Not yet. “I guess that’s how it goes in that place, sure,” he agreed. “But I want to get to know you.” To know his screams, what he looked like when he was crying. What he looked like when he wanted desperately to cum. 

“See, you’re going to beg for me to stick my big big cock in you. You taken a lot of dicks, pretty boy? I like to know how used up the toys are I buy. So how many cocks have you let rail your pretty little bottom? Give me a straight answer, and I might even be nice.”

“you sure payed a lot to get to know me.” lucian rolled his eyes very pointedly. every one of his actions was exaggerated, attempting to portray the image of perfect confidence. he’d seen some of the other slaves at the auction house, dead in the eyes and content to go along with anything they were commanded to do. the idea of being turned into that was terrifying. “how about you just save both of us time and just give me your script instead?” at least that way he’d be an aware participant instead of the man’s doll.

The blonde flinched at first when he grabbed her wrists but once she noticed him hooking back on the bracelet she frowned. “Yes, yes.” A smile once again curled onto her lips. “It’s a bunch of college kids, they’d die to get some stuff from you, I I promise.” At least she hoped they were interested. Small hand reached up to the baggie of coke, big eyes while hearing him out. “Why not? What’s that supposed to mean?” Jacky asked with the tilt of her head. “You’re not a bad man, you just act like one because you have a bad ass job.”

It seemed to take Fredrick ages to come to the bedroom. Trevor tried not to squirm, but his mind was racing, and his bare cock on the mattress was making it incredibly difficult not to start humping the sheets while he waited. But he knew his dom wouldn’t like that, knew it was only bound to make his punishment worse. He heard the footsteps and every muscle in his body seemed to contract in anticipation, his cock twitching against his stomach. But Fredrick didn’t approach, not yet, and the disappointment–to be without the man touching him even for another second–made him squirm slightly. When the hands were finally on him, he was as pliant as could be, letting the older man manuever his arms and legs however he saw fit. 

He shivered at the idea: being bound to Fredrick’s bed at all times, a place for him to empty his balls whenever he saw fit. Would he keep him like this? His ass up, head down, like his hole was the only part of him that mattered? Or would he change his position again and again, always keep him guessing, twist and play with his body to shape it however he desired? The sub soaked up the encouragement. Despite his misbehavior, he did love to be called good, to impress. 

The first strike of the whip was like fire against his skin, and Trevor hissed in pain, biting on his bottom lip, his body twisting in the restraints. But of course he couldn’t get away. “No, Sir!” he gasped. 

fredrick didn’t miss the other’s reactions to his words. “would you like that you little whore? being tied to my bed. your only purpose in life being taking my cock. your hole would never be the same but that’s alright, it wouldn’t feel any different for me.” he thoughtlessly accentuated the sentence with another strike. “you only need to ask darling and i’d give it to you.” he lay stripe after stripe with the whip on trevor’s back not giving the boy a second to breath between each strike. after all this wasn’t for play no matter how much he enjoyed it, he was painting the lesson onto the boy’s skin. perhaps he’d send trevor out to the seedy club he’d been so excited about tomorrow, knowing that anyone who touched him would only be pressing into fredrick’s marks. 

Delilah ate the other seeds she had pulled from the fruit, marveling at their slightly tart taste. It was like eating wine and she nodded as he told her the name of the fruit. Pomegranate. There certainly was nothing like this on the surface as far as she knew. She was about to ask him more before he was crowding her suddenly. Thinking it was a misstep, her hands went to his chest to steady him but then her back hit the tree and before she could ask what he was doing, his lips were on hers. Her hands were caught on his chest, her body pressed against his, and she could feel her heart beating rapidly. This suddenness was so unlike the god she’d grown familiar with, the one who gave her space and left her mostly to her own devices. 

When he reminded her that this was her home now too, she averted her eyes down. It might be her home, but she knew nothing about it. She had no idea if there were areas that might be dangerous to her, but he seemed confident that she was free to roam. It made her feel a bit better, knowing she wasn’t confined to any one space. Delilah watched as he took the fruit back and cut it in half, causing the juice to go everywhere. She took the half he offered her, her fingers staining red. The seeds looked like little red gems, and she pulled one out. Sliding the seed into her mouth, she found the taste to be immediately appealing. “It’s very good. What are these?” she asked, pulling a few more seeds from the fruit. 

The slaves’ room was hardly the nicest in the house, but someone who could afford to buy themselves a living sex slave certainly had the money for a large mansion, and Jack was no exception. The room was well furnished: a large bed, a dresser and nigh-stand of expensive wood, and a walk in closet. But it was also designed for the purpose Lucian would be serving: the bed was clearly made for someone to be tied to, and the closet, though Lucian could not know it yet, was filled with objects to use on him, to train him. For Jack had picked him out specifically because the seller had said he was a wild card, said they hadn’t had the chance to break him in yet since they’d picked him up. The seller had tried to direct him to a few other more “docile” slaves, ones who looked dead behind the eyes but were all too willing to serve, said Lucian would need at least a month to be ready. But Jack had always liked to the training himself. 

So Jack chuckled as he entered the room to see the man yelling at the ceiling. He was going to be fun to break. “Well, that saves us the introductions on your role here, now doesn’t it?” he said. He really was a pretty one: all stretched out and waiting for him, that handsome face and all that pale skin just begging to be marked up. 

lucian’s every muscle tensed at the sound of the man’s voice. his neck strained in turning to look towards the man, hoping his wide eyes didn’t betray the panic he felt in his stomach. he’d assumed that the only buyers of sex slaves were men with too much money and an unfortunate face. but the man who’d bought him could easily pick up anyone he wished at a bar, hell lucian would’ve probably hit on him had they met. he didn’t want to think about what the man wanted from him that he couldn’t get from someone other than a slave.

Trevor knew he needed to stop pushing the older man, but Fredrick’s anger was always so intoxicating. He loved his praise, loved the pleasure Fredrick could give his body, but he also craved this: the larger man in his face, the growl of his voice when he took control. Trevor’s head snapped to the side, his skin instantly turning a bright red in the shape of Fredrick’s hand. He reached up to touch it, the skin burning now. That one just might bruise. He almost hoped it would. He loved wearing Fredrick’s marks. He imagined the threat: Fredrick beating him unconscious and fucking his unresponsive body, and his cock twitched.  “Yes, Sir,” he said, biting at his bottom lip, his hands dropping back to his side. He wished the kiss had lasted longer, but he knew he didn’t deserve it, that kisses and pleasure were for boys that behaved. He had earned only pain.

So he climbed the stairs and went to look at all of their toys, picking up a few dildos before he decided on two roughly the size of Fredrick’s cock. If both were going to fuck him, it was going to make for an intense stretch, but it was better than the plugs that were nearly as large as a fist and he knew anything smaller was likely to get him in trouble. Next, he grabbed a riding crop. But no. It wouldn’t be enough. Fredrick had said whip. The pressure was always at its highest when his dom made him choose his own punishments. Finally, he decided on a single-tail whip–painful, but maybe it would appease Fredrick. The gag was easier to decide on: he chose a spider gag because it kept him quiet but also left his mouth open for Fredrick to fuck should he decide he wanted to. Once it was all laid out on the bed, the sub stripped completely and laid on his stomach across the bed. Fredrick hadn’t specified how he wanted him spread out, so he hoped this was good enough.

fredrick took his time getting a glass of scotch, adjusting himself in his pants outside the view of his sub. though the night's plans were far more favourable than allowing trevor to go clubbing with his friends, the punishment was necessary to turn his boy pliant even if the disobedience provided a great opportunity. letting him pick the implements and fester alone for a few minutes was all a part of it.

lucian’s eyes fluttered open in an unfamiliar location, confusion and panic clouding his mind for a second before it all came back to him. the auction he’d been sent to in return for his debts, the buyer he’d hated on principle but was thankful for the looks of, and finally the pill he’d been given to knock him out and make for easy transport. the room itself was beautiful and in no way betrayed the possibly sinister intentions of its owner. as he tried to shake off the last of the grogginess, he came to realize how every limb had been incapacitated by being tied down in a spread eagle. rather unwisely he trashed against the bonds, only seeming to tire himself and chafe his wrists before giving up. of course, this was nowhere near the first time lucian had been tied down and under any other circumstance he’d beg a man to do this to him. but this was a matter of principle, or so he told himself.

Delilah was slightly startled to see him behind her, but she supposed he had been so kind to her since she arrived that she might as well be polite. Besides, if she was to be queen, she would have to adjust anyways. She blushed, nowhere to go as he reached over her head and handed her the fruit, which sat heavily in her hands. “I, um…. I was worried I wasn’t allowed to be in here,” she said, stumbling over her words even as he’d now left her space. “But it was just so beautiful here, I couldn’t stop myself.” She turned the fruit over in her hands, unsure how to even begin eating it. “I’ve never had one before. Is it like an apple?” The outside of the fruit felt tough and not at all edible, but she saw no other way to eat it. 

“you hated him?” oh, that made this even more exciting. he could tap into this one’s emotions–figure out his vessel’s motives for all the things he did. and as far as he could discern, the vessel had strong emotions towards this girl. hatred? annoyance? attraction? he couldn’t tell.

“that’s awfully selfish. you mean you wouldn’t try to save him?” he smiled. she was a cute little thing. much cuter than most of the humans he’d cornered in his short time on this earth. in a flash, he was able to appear behind her, a devilish smile playing on his features. “in that case–you won’t be inconvenienced by hating him a little bit more.”

“no, whatever he did to end up like this... it’s none of my business.” perhaps it didn’t speak highly of her character but her own survival meant more than doing the right thing. there was something about the man that set her fight or flight instincts on fire, begging her to find a way out.

“but you got me this yourself” Ruby spoke showing off her legs a little a more in the dress as she came down the step.

“it would be a shame not to show it off, I want to make my friends jealous” she explained humming softly as she slowly approached him.

The idea of that particular punishment clearly caught Trevor’s attention; in the tight tight pants he was wearing, there really was no hiding the way his cock began to fill with interest. “I don’t want to change,” he said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest. He told him about his plans: to meet up with a friend at a nearby night club, known for its shady backroom sexcapades and beautiful patrons. “The boys there like when I show a little skin.” All he really wanted, however, was to make his dom jealous. He could be a brat on the best of days, but it got him what he wanted: completely at Fredrick’s mercy.