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Chris wiped the sweat from his brow and waited to see what was coming. He could still taste Ethan on his tongue, hoping it would linger.
Oscar moved things inside the closet before saying, “Found it!” He held a black dress with low cleavage. “Come here.”
Chris kept a stoic expression as he got up and walked over, reminding himself that every passing minute brought him closer to the end of this nonsense.
“It should fit. Put it on.”
Chris reluctantly took the dress. It seemed like the kind of thing Melissa would wear. God, he shouldnotbe thinking about Melissa.
“The clamps,” Chris said. By now, the pain was bearable if he was standing still.
“What? Oh.” Oscar released the first clamp. The sudden pain was so fierce, it made Chris stumble back with a shout.
“Stop whining.” Oscar pulled the other one off. Chris swallowed down the pain, but his eyes watered. His nipples looked like someone had been trying to chew them off.
Oscar cleared his throat impatiently. Chris slid into the dress, which was loose at the front, but tight around his ass. The thin straps over his shoulders kept the dress from falling off his flat chest. He felt degraded, but wasn’t that the point?
“Now, what should we do with her hair?” Oscar aimed the question at Ethan, who tried to look at anything but Chris. “Any preferences?”
Ethan opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again to quietly say, “Redhead.”
“Redhead? Ooh, you can never go wrong with a slutty redhead.” Oscar plucked a curly red wig from the closet and placed it on Chris’s head. He clapped his hands in delight. “Absolutely wonderful! Look.”
Chris turned to look at himself in the mirror that hung inside one of the closet doors. His stomach cramped as old memories resurfaced. Kim had loved to dress him up in women’s clothes. “My pretty little daughter.”
“If I had more patience, I’d have added makeup. But still, one can’t have a slutty redhead without a lusty lipstick.” Oscar took out lipstick from the closet and slowly rubbed it over Chris’s lips, then turned him to face Ethan. “How does she look?”
Ethan watched silently, avoiding Chris’s eyes.
“Well? Don’t keep a girl waiting.”
“Hot. She looks very hot.”
Oscar raised the dress until it reached an inch under Chris’s balls. “You think we could get a good price for her on a street corner?”
Ethan breathed hard enough for Chris to hear. “Yes,” he flatly said. “I reckon a few hundred bucks, easily.”
“Hmm, they might want to get rough with her.” Oscar reached underneath the dress, groping Chris’s ass and pinching his skin. “They might leave her bleeding on the side of the road. A truck driver will find her and stop to help, but maybe he’ll change his mind once he sees how sexy she looks in her torn dress. He’ll drive her into the woods, drag her out of the truck, and—”
“Stop.” Ethan held his stomach, looking nauseous and pale. Chris cursed himself for making him go through this.
Oscar sighed. “You truly are a weak little man, aren’t you?”
“Shut up.” Chris knew it was a mistake the second the words left his mouth.
Oscar smashed him against the closet, sparking pain through the side of Chris’s face and shoulder.
“You think you can tellmeto shut up?”
Ethan started to rise, but Chris signaled him with his eyes to sit back down.
“Sorry, sir.”
“Too late.” Oscar lifted the dress and shoved himself inside with force. The pain was bearable because Chris was loose and Oscar was not fully hard, but he still faked a cry of pain to feed the beast.
With his forehead resting against the closet door, he shut his eyes, aware of the growing bruises where Oscar gripped tightly to his arms. He didn’t dare to look at Ethan, unable to face the pity he was sure to find in his eyes.
Oscar’s body began to shake, his moans turning into gasps. Seconds later, he came inside Chris and filled him with disgusting wetness. Chris allowed himself a sigh of relief. Things were moving to a close, and Jay must have taken care of the recording equipment by now. He may be able to get back home sooner than he thought.
