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“Oh please. You would’ve sent me on my way.”
Lying was as effortless as saying his own name—which, ironically, was also a lie. “I would have said yes.”
“Because I’m more powerful?”
Chris smiled. “Of course.”
Oscar laughed in delight. “You pain me with your truth. I love it!”
“Good. Can you put it in my mouth already?”
“Such an eager toy.” Oscar moved to fill Chris’s mouth with his cock, the scent not too bad but still unpleasant. Chris’s affection for a person always affected his tolerance to their intimate scents. Anthony smelled amazing because Anthonywasamazing.
Oscar began pumping Chris’s mouth, forcing him to adjust or to choke.
“Take it deeper.”
He did, although he hated sucking in this position; it hurt his neck and removed his ability to control how deep he could suck. Unsurprisingly, he quickly began to gag.
“You’re going to choke him,” Ethan said. “Ease up.”
Chris had no way of signaling Ethan that he had just made a big mistake.
The thrusting stopped, but Oscar’s cock remained deep inside Chris’s mouth, one hand holding his head firmly in place. “Choke him? Is this his first time?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Is this how it will be in the club? You’ll stand there like a prude and tell people how deep they may shove their cocks into the toys’ mouths?”
Saliva gathered at the base of Chris’s throat, forcing him to breathe through his nose.
“I’m not going to do that,” Ethan said carefully, “but you can try being a bit more considerate. He’s doing his best.”
Ethan, stop talking!
“Oh, should I also hold him tight and sing him love songs while I’m at it?”
Ethan knew better than to answer, although the damage had been done.
Oscar shifted backward, allowing Chris to swiftly clear his air pipe. “This is not even a warm-up,” Oscar said. “I’m surprised—or rather shocked—that you would act like my actions are uncommon considering your line of work.”
Chris needed to do something or this whole thing would blow up. He placed his hands on Oscar’s chest, but Oscar slapped him away and smashed his fist onto Chris’s stomach. “Oh, did my hand slip?”
Despite the unexpected pain, Chris spread his arms to the sides. “Oh yeah? I didn't notice.”
A spark of arousal lit in Oscar’s eyes.
I know that spark. Goddamn you, Ethan.
Oscar sharply shoved his fingers into Chris’s ribs, the pain fierce enough to spread like wildfire throughout his torso. He bit down on his lower lip, not sure if he should scream or keep moaning in agony. The pain made it hard to think.
“See? He’s a tough little cookie. Go open the drawer over there. Take the iron clamps and bring them here.”
Chris wished for Ethan to move quicker because those fucking fingers were killing him. He tried to hold onto the mattress but failed to find a solid grip.
“Put them on him, one over each pretty nipple.”
The pain in his ribs was dwarfed by the clapping of his right nipple. He cried out and twisted on the bed, but Oscar’s weight kept him firmly in place.
