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Being broken in was a good thing… right?
At least, that was what I kept telling myself. The possibility of getting into Club Oxygen was what had me agreeing to whatever these men and women wanted to do to me. That was where I wanted to be. I wanted to be under those Tops. Wishful thinking.
As my ass was beaten to a pulp, I got lost in my thoughts about everything going on. Before tonight, I thought I wanted to feel physical pain, but while my ass was tormented, I was seriously second-guessing that. I’d enjoyed the physical pain and humiliation from Tops in the club I went to, but this was so very different. The other Tops had talked to me about things. They knew my safe word and seemed to respect it. And maybe I felt a sense of security with that practice.
The thing that bothered me the most about tonight was that the waiver did not state what I was agreeing to. But I knew there was something unspoken here. Being compliant at the party could be the gateway for me to get to access to a higher level and better club. The worst feeling that I had right now was the worry of what would happen if I asked them to stop and they didn’t.
Stuart leaned in and pulled my head close to his mouth.
“We’re going to turn you into a little cum slut, boy. There’re some nice thick cocks that are ready to feel your tight hole.” As he wrapped his hand around my throat, I felt a man press his dick against the crack of my ass. “Word of warning, though, the more you resist, the more it encourages them. The more you cry out, the more turned on it makes them. I assume you like it rough, so feel free to make your noises.”
I quickly shook my head. No, not rough. Stuart was smiling at me, which gave me a sinking feeling. I needed out of here. As I opened my mouth to ask him what to do if I needed to stop, a sharp pain in my leg tore my thoughts away from being broken in, to what the fuck was that? One of the men had some sort of stick that made me feel like I’d been zapped or stung. It didn’t hurt terribly, but I was definitely curious about it.
“Remember, you know where the front door is. But if you ever want to step foot in one of those nice, cushy clubs, you just keep yourself still.”
“Stuart, if you don’t mind, before you and your friends have your fun, I’d like a turn with the new bottom,” a man said from behind me.
He walked around the cross to stand in front of me, and I noticed right away that this man was different from the others. For one, he was completely dressed, whereas most of the other Tops were shirtless. His mannerisms were also calmer. He looked me in the eye, and I quickly looked down.
The woman who had been feeding me her pussy juice had stepped out of his way. I could hear the other men behind me grumbling before it sounded like they were walking away. I looked over my shoulder to see if they were actually leaving or if my mind was playing crazy tricks on me. No, they were walking toward the kitchen and hallway. Who was this guy and how afraid of him should I be? All that remained in front of me was this man and Stuart.
“Of course, James. Have at him. He’s a cock-sucking novice for sure, but he’s got a real tight hole.” Stuart reached out and slapped my face a few times before he roughly gripped my jaw. “I’d guess it was a virgin hole. Am I right?” Stuart asked.
I nodded as best as I could and then quickly added, “Yes, Sir.”
The man he called James cleared his throat, and Stuart let go of my face. He took a step back and gestured toward me as if offering me up to this other guy.
“I’ll be around,” Stuart said before he walked away.
Now all that remained was this James guy. My heart pounded hard in my chest. I could hear it thumping in my ears. I lowered my eyes and stared at the floor. I prayed this guy wasn’t going to be as bad as the others were. He took a step toward me and spoke up.
“No. Please don’t do that.”
Fuck, what? What did I do to piss this guy off?
Wait… Did he say please?
“Sir?” I asked for clarification without looking at him.
“Don’t avert your eyes,” he said.
Was he kidding me? Or was this a test to see if I knew my place?
His laugh was gentle and only loud enough for me to hear it. It didn’t sound like he was angry or unhappy, so I took a chance and spoke up.
“Aren’t I supposed to keep my eyes down in the presence of a Top or Dom?” I cautiously asked. I was… wasn’t I?
“Look up, please.” I looked at him as ordered, and he smiled at me. “I prefer to see the eyes of the person who places their trust in my hands. When I play with a bottom, I need to see their eyes because it helps me meet their needs.”
The bottom’s needs? My needs? James’ eyes moved slightly as he looked into mine. Then another smile spread across his face.
“And maybe some of their wants. Eyes will tell me things a bottom might not feel comfortable vocalizing,” James said as his eyes looked upward at my hands that dangled from the metal restraints.
“Have I thoroughly confused you?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s see if I can clear some of this up for you. What’s your name?” His eyes moved to mine.
