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Oh god, really? In front of all these people? I know I’m naked and I’ve already humiliated myself in front of an audience, but actually getting fucked feels different. It’s ridiculous, it’s not like we’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure when the woman in front of us is elbow deep in her slave’s ass, but it still feels so wrong.

Cameron doesn’t care about my hang-ups. He grabs my hips and positions me right over his cock, then slams me down, impaling me in one thrust. I’m stretched from the plug, so it doesn’t hurt much, and there’s enough lube that…

Oh. The burning lube. And Cameron’s not wearing a condom. Sucks to be him, I guess? Except he moans like he’s enjoying the burn.

“Fuck yes. I need to buy more bottles of this lube. It burns quite nicely, wouldn’t you say, pet?”

Damn him. “I’m not sure nice is the word I’d use, Sir.” More like hellish. Who knew Cameron had a secret masochistic streak?

He laughs and settles more comfortably on the chair. As he spreads his legs, mine are forced so wide that my hips ache, and of course, everything is on display. My bruised balls, spent cock valiantly trying to harden again, and my asshole, stretched around Cameron’s cock. So embarrassing.

The woman glances at us from where she’s rearranging her slave’s guts, and grins. Like she’s showing off, she yanks her hand out of her slave’s hole and literally punches her way back in.

A half-groaned “fuck” escapes me as the slave moans. How can he be enjoying that? It has to hurt!

Maybe I’m being hypocritical here. I’ve also enjoyed things that hurt. Didn’t I just come from pain caused by that infernal metal device? I probably shouldn’t judge a guy for getting off on having someone’s arm in his ass.

Another man steps closer and glances at the woman. She shrugs and throws her hand out in a clear “be my guest” gesture. The man unzips his pants and shoves his cock straight into the slave’s mouth. No preamble, no asking for consent.

God, why is that so hot?

“Do you like that?” Cameron whispers into my ear. He must have felt my hole clench around him when the man started fucking the slave’s mouth. “Would you like to be in his place? Strapped down so you couldn’t move, and anyone here could come and just fuck your mouth?”

“N-no.” The lie is unconvincing even to my own ears. Cameron picks up on it immediately and punishes me by squeezing my aching balls. My stupid cock hardens even as pain shoots from them.

“Don’t lie, pet.”

I want to say that I'm not lying, that I really don't want it, but the words won't leave my mouth. What is wrong with me? I want to squirm with embarrassment, but I'm impaled on Cameron's cock, held wide open for anyone to watch.

Why, why, why am I into this?

Chapter 45

Cameron

Justin’s embarrassment is delightful. I’m sure it will pass as he gets used to being taken in public, but right now, it shows how innocent he is. And he’s all mine.

Do I get off on the way he squirms when I suggest I let strangers use his mouth? Definitely.

Would I actually do it?

I pause to think about it. The possessive asshole in me wants to yell hell no, but the rest of me says… maybe? Justin would enjoy it, no matter what he claims, and it would be hot to dangle him in front of everyone, letting them sample the goods they can never have.

I sigh contentedly and pull Justin tighter to my chest. My cock is nice and warm in his tight hole, the burn of the lube adding a little spice to the experience. I could fuck him, but I’m not really in the mood right now. I just want to hold him close, be inside him and around him as the stress from the past weeks slowly drains away from me.

Everything’s going to be okay. Rossi will support me. I’ll get my clients back. Justin won’t turn into a zombie. He’ll stay. Because he wants to, not because he can’t leave.

Could life be any better?

“Enjoying the show?”

“Sin!” I smile at her as she stops in front of me. “I’d hug you, but…” I gesture at Justin on my lap. He lets out a low, embarrassed whine and looks away, like not looking at Sin means she can’t see him either.

Sin’s perfectly styled waves bounce around her face as she laughs. Then she leans in and hugs me, squishing Justin between us and nearly smothering him with her ample bosom. “It’s good to see you, Cam. I’m glad the meeting went well.”

She already knows every word that passed between Rossi and me. Sin takes pride in knowing everything that happens in her club. Small should have gone to her if he wanted a knowledgeable informant, except she’d rather die than work with him.

I hug her back, just to feel Justin squirm some more. “It did. I can’t thank you enough. Seriously, Sin. I owe you big time for doing this for me.”