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“Hm,” he replies, his stare locked on mine, scooping up every emotion that must flicker in my eyes. He curls a smaller hand around mine and whispers, “You like ropes, stranger?”
I open my mouth but close it shut when a small entourage of men slip their way through the door. A waft of incense hits my nostrils, eagerly making its way inside my system. Apart from soft whispers, my ears focus on the gentle notes of the piano while I watch the blond-haired man from last night bow to the crowd, then greet us with a smile on his beautiful face.
“MyCaptain,” flirty boy sighs and for once, I’m lost for words. The blondCaptaingracefully gestures to the unmasked man to appear from the shadows, his trophy leashed by his collar and stumbling forward.
“He’s now going to make us all feel relaxed,” flirty boy mumbles.
“You mean, hypnosis?”
He turns his head and eyes me with a glint of amusement. “Yeah, but not like last night. That was pretty intense for you, wasn’t it? Don’t worry,” he adds when I snort, feeling frankly too annoyed that this little shit had to see me like that. What had I been like anyway?
“Tonight gives you only a light whirl. You see?” I feel a light pat on my shoulder and when I look up, theCaptaingives me a soft smile before moving on and repeating his gesture to all clients. “It’s already started. Your body recognizes his touch because he did it last night when you were under hypnosis. How are you feeling?”
“Good.” My feet tingle a little, but it’s a nice feeling. My mind is humming with a pleasant fog, though my eyes are searching for something—Ineedsomething.
“Yes, that’s it. Feast your eyes, your mind needs it.”
The masked trophy is lying on the bed, and through tunnel vision, I watch how two otherTrésorsare stripping him of his clothes. He kneels on the bed, back straight. Although he’s facing us, his gaze is far away, his light eyes locked on something far,faraway.
A tall, raven-haired man approaches the bed, wearing only a loose pair of silk pants below a naked, glimmering torso. He slowly climbs up on the bed and kneels behind the trophy, making me reposition my growing cock. My stomach is fluttering with desire and my eyes are locked on the show in front of me.
“That’s ourMaster,” flirty boy whispers in awe. “He tests newfamilymembers in bed and performs their inauguration once they’re admitted. He also executes our punishments.”
I hum, the sound vibrating loudly between my ears, not sure whether it left my mouth.
TheMasterrubs Trophy’s arms, neck, and cheeks, before moving his hands to lift the mask. There’s a plaintive cry and an attempt to stop hisMasterfrom revealing him, to no avail. A sobbing surrender, then the audience gasps as the features of the young man are exposed—large, bright eyes in a pale face.
“He’s so young,” I whisper.So innocent.
The guy’s eyes are heavy with panic as they dart around the room, looking for some sort of support.
“Hm, yeah, he’s cute. And not suggestible to hypnosis apparently, poor boy.” Flirty boy’s voice floats in my ear like silk, heating my skin.
TheMastercontinues to brush the boy’s body lightly. Then he gives Trophy’s head a light pat, before standing on the bed and reaching for a large, metal block that has different tools sticking out.
“What’s that?” I hear myself ask, but only when he replies, do I know that the words actually left my mouth. “A toolbox.” His grin is unmistakable. “You see that?”
TheMastertakes out a thick rope and deftly shapes it into multiple loops that he places around Trophy’s wrists and ankles until the ends of his limbs are completely bound. Seemingly satisfied with his result, theMasterdrops another kiss on Trophy’s cheek. His lingering hand rubs his shoulders, then they give the man a slight push that causes him to tumble forward onto the bed, making the ropes tighten up around his entangled joints. Trophy lets out an alarming sigh and his eyes widen once more in panic.
“Fuck, yeah.” My cock stirs at the sight. “So beautiful.”
“It’s fascinating what the triggers implanted in your mind can make you feel, right?” Flirty boy chuckles. “The sound of the piano, the touch on your arm, even the association that your brain makes with our clothes. You’ve all seen that before and know it’s there to arouse you, to make you feel horny.”
As if on cue, the piano picks up and my nostrils flare when they inhale the herbal fragrance, rooting me to the spot, electrified and painfully aroused.
TheMasterpulls the far end of the rope, hoisting up Trophy’s arms, fully outstretching them, before he lifts the guy’s head and upper body. When he lazily traces his fingers over the smaller man’s crack, down to the front to cup his balls, he jerks at the ropes. Though still hanging on his knees, his hardening cock is bare and visible for us all to see. The crowd giggles at his squirms and hisses, his attempts to avoid theMaster’s touch, and even his snarl at a guest who attempts to touch him.
TheMastersmiles fondly at that and he gives him a few more strokes and kisses. His dark eyes meet the audience and when he forcefully pulls him all the way back by his hair, I hear people moaning. I’m vaguely aware offamilymembers walking around as they start servicing their clients, but my eyes are glued to the young man, who grunts and shivers, completely immobilized and at the mercy of a man who leisurely drops a finger over his jugular while watching someone in the audience.
“You like that?” Someone whispers, and I find myself nodding without my consent.
TheMasterconnects their lips and they remain like this for a moment, before he releases his Trophy and pushes him suddenly, making him tumble back into the web of ropes.
While theMasterclimbs off the bed, he allows some of the clients to grope him like some sex god, and greedy hands cherish this moment, touching his silky skin before he makes his way toward the back, where he lowers his pants slowly to reveal smooth hips and the curves of a firm, round ass. Then he halts and the mouth of the Trophy moves rapidly.
“What’s he doing?”
“He’s begging,” flirty-boy whispers.
