Page 46 of Whirlwind

Master Eric stilled his hands, though he kept Micah nestled closely to him. “Do you still want to do this, boy?”

Micah nodded eagerly, which elicited a chuckle from Master Eric and one of the other Doms. Oh, god. Did he look stupid?

“So eager,” Master Eric cooed in his ear. “I like seeing your responses. Don’t try to hide them. But I’m going to need to hear you say yes.”

“Yes, Sir,” Micah breathed.

“And now you’re going to take everything they give you. Up, boy.”

Micah stood as if in a dream. Master Eric looped Micah’s arm over his shoulder, both supporting him as he walked and deliciously guiding him with a hand wrapped around his waist. He leaned on the crutch with his other arm, but Master Eric gave no indication that he was concerned with his slow, uneven steps.

If anything, the Dom was making it harder by whispering dirty things in his ear. Whispering about how good he would make Micah feel, how much Micah would please him.

He had no idea where they were going, or even really how they got there. His only goal was to stay as close to Master Eric as possible, and not come before they even got started.

When his knee brushed against something soft, it took him a minute to realize that they’d arrived at their destination. The bizarre piece of furniture offered a number of padded surfaces at different levels, but his arousal and poor spatial sense kept him from making sense of them.

Master Eric guided him into the middle of the contraption, and then pressed along his back until his chest lay on the highest platform. Micah went willingly. His forearms settled onto two padded planes that had clearly been made for just this position.

“What are your safe words, boy?” Master Eric’s voice was loud, making sure everyone could hear them.

“Red and yellow, Sir.”

“Use them if you need them. Especially yellow—we can stop and check in whenever you need it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Want to give me a hand, Master Ben?”

Micah felt another pair of hands on him, then the distinctive feel of a strap sliding around his wrist. A shiver raced through him.

His head faced the other direction, so he couldn’t see who was binding him. He was quickly approaching the point, though, where the idea was more thrilling than disturbing. It could be any one of them. Any of them could just take him whenever they wanted him…

Master Eric would be keeping him safe the whole time.

His left hand was now securely fastened, and someone moved into his field of vision. It was the black man in the well-cut suit, and Micah realized suddenly that the bench had positioned him at exactly the height of his groin. He began working on Micah’s other wrist.

Micah wasn’t sure if he should keep his eyes open, staring at the enticing bulge in the man’s pants, or close his eyes and let things happen.

Then, a warm heat pressed along his whole body, from the back of his heels, along his ass, and over his back. He forgot everything else.

Master Eric’s erection pressed against him through his jeans, and his deep voice rumbled in his ear. “You’re doing such a good job, boy. I’m going to take off these shorts and then I’m going to strap down your legs. Do you still want me to take everything off?”

Micah nodded. He was a little scared, but he’d never been more ready in his life. “Yes, Sir.”

Master Eric drew away, and then he felt strong, confident hands drawing his shorts down over his ass, taking the packer in its special pouch down with them. Two hands guided his left leg onto another padded platform, and then his right.

The platforms were surprisingly comfortable, and just the right height so that he could relax his body completely.

Another touch added to the first two, as an anonymous pair of hands began constraining his left ankle, and then just below his left knee. Somehow, he knew that it was Master Eric doing the same on his right.

He felt exposed and vulnerable, aware that not only was he sexually available to them in every way, but also that those parts of his body that he was less comfortable with were in full view. Anyone who walked by would know that he wasn’t born a biological male.

Yet the strong hands at his ankles and wrists had gone quietly about their work, even after his body was revealed. He hadn’t heard any gasps or sneers.

Someone caressed his foot before stepping away from his leg, an oddly calming feeling amidst so many frightening and exhilarating sensations.

Master Eric secured the last strap, then ran a hand up his leg to massage his ass. He caressed it softly, then dug his fingers in for a tighter grip, before tracing along Micah’s crack.