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No. He would not be taking Ewan to Mr White’s. If he couldn’t show Channon off, he’d rather skip it entirely. He’d have to find some other way of ‘taking care’ of Nate’s brat.
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Predicament bondage was one of those things that made Channon feel very weird. A hot and sexy kind of weird, but the kind that he didn’t quite know what to do with. Seeing someone else in a predicament sparked a low-grade anxiety in him—he winced when they were put into restraints and forced to do something or else something worse would happen. But then again, the idea of it happening to him…
Channon shuddered and leaned into Jack’s arm as the woman on the stage squealed. She’d been restrained with her arms behind her back, bent over, standing on her tiptoes. There were clamps on her nipples, tied off to long threads leading behind her to a pillar with a rough-bristled brush set up between her legs. Her panties were too thin to provide any protection, and it was obvious that the brush was torturing her intimately. But if she pulled away from it, the clamps tugged painfully at her nipples, and so she was stuck.
Her Dom had just pulled out a feather and was beginning to tickle her with it. Channon squirmed in discomfort. She looked so distressed. And yet, all he could think was, If that was me…
He tried not to picture it, but the image came too easily. Channon pressed his legs together, but that didn’t help, because tonight Jack had run rope between his thighs, and squeezing just made the rope squeeze his balls. He could feel the knot Jack had tied right between his cheeks, rubbing him through his slacks. Sitting on it didn’t help. It just reminded him that he was wearing lace panties, and that later…later Jack was going to take them off him.
Oh, no, this wasn’t helping at all.
It got worse. Then the Dom brought a man out onto the stage and proceeded to restrain him too. Channon watched, transfixed, as the man and the woman were restrained together, so that if he moved, it would push the brush harder between her legs. At the same time, his balls were leashed so that if she pulled away from the brush, not only would it tug on her nipple clamps, but yank on his balls too.
And then the Dom stroked the male sub’s back, very tenderly, and began to flog him.
Channon watched with a mouth gone dry, his breathing short and shallow. He couldn’t bear this, watching this delicate, drawn-out torture. The rope around his junk constricted him mercilessly, his pants now too tight. He couldn’t look away.
If that was me…
God, if it were, he didn’t know if he could stand it.
But then he imagined Jack’s hands on him, and Jack’s voice saying, You can do this, sweetheart. I know you can, and he knew what would happen.
When the scene was over—both subs released and wrapped up in blankets—there was an intermission. Channon hunched over, thinking about what he’d seen, the vision of it replaying in his head like a looping gif.
“Having fun, sweetheart?” Jack asked.
Channon startled. “Yes, Sir!”
Jack smiled, stroking Channon’s hair. “You look a little pink. Do you want to kneel for a bit?”
Channon nodded, his face hot with embarrassment at having been caught out. Jack took a cushion off the couch and dropped it at his feet. Channon went to his knees and leaned his cheek on Jack’s thigh while Jack gathered the leash around his hand until his fist was at Channon’s throat. It felt good. Secure. Safe.
Channon sighed and leaned into Jack, closing his eyes. The predicament gif in his mind played over and over. He knew he should probably tell Jack how the show was affecting him. Jack would love to hear that. Jack was into stuff like that, so Channon should just tell him. But for now he enjoyed the illicit thrill of being secretly turned on.
There was a thump beside him, and he opened his eyes to see that Ewan had flopped onto the floor next to him. Ewan didn’t bother kneeling, he just leaned messily up against Nate’s leg.
Above, Jack and Nate were talking over the arms of their sofas. As Channon watched, Nate absently slid a hand into Ewan’s hair and gripped it tight. Ewan bit his lip and then relaxed, as if this were perfectly fine. He lifted his eyebrows at Channon in greeting.
“You good?”
Channon shrugged, ducking his head to hide his blush. “It’s okay.”
But this wasn’t going to be enough. Ewan knew Channon pretty well, after all, and was especially keen every time he thought Channon was hiding a dirty secret. “Okay? You sure?” Ewan slid a combat-boot over to poke Channon in the leg. “Not having some kind of kinky awakening?”
“We’ve done predicament bondage before,” Channon said. “I’m not being awakened.”
“Oh, aye? What have you done?” Ewan wrinkled his nose at the stage. “It’s all so fussy. People always gotta make contraptions and stuff. I’m not into watching it.”
That was a statement with a big hole in it. “But you like doing it, right?” Channon guessed.
Ewan gave him a narrow look. “Maybe.” He gave Channon a once over and smirked. “I’m guessing you like it a lot. You’re all flustered.”
“No I’m not,” Channon protested, which probably only made him seem more flustered. “I just…they’re mostly-naked people on stage. Everybody likes that.”
Ewan’s grin was wicked. “Oh, sure, you like looking at a naked woman, all of a sudden.” He went to lean in but winced as the movement tugged his own hair against Nate’s grip. “Naw, I bet I know what you like. You like thinking about Daddy taking you home and predicamenting you. Am I right?”
