Page 24 of Bondage Play

“You think he’s in trouble?”

Phil couldn’t control the trembling in his voice. “I know he is.”

Ellery gave a quick nod. “I’ll follow you in case the cops don’t get there quick enough.”

Phil only nodded back. As soon as he hit the street, racing his way back to his sub, his lover and partner, he activated his phone through the wireless connection in his vehicle. Once he’d given his address and the nature of his emergency—embellishing it somewhat to get the police to respond with urgency—he gripped the steering wheel harder and drove as fast as he could without being reckless.

I’m on my way, baby. Hold on.

Terry twisted around, running for the door that connected the studio to the house. The air whooshed from his lungs as he was slammed to the ground. He kicked and struggled, screaming until a hot, sweaty hand was slapped over his mouth. He bit it and was kicked in the ribs for his troubles.

“Shut up, you little bitch.”

Master Joe. Fuck.

The heavy combat boots had certainly done the trick. With Anson on top of him and Master Joe towering over them, there wasn’t the slightest chance he could physically fight them off.

Think, Terry.

He went lax beneath Anson. It was then henoticed the little shit’s erection wedged in his crease, the hardness obvious even through the thick fabric of his jeans.

Gross.It was nothing like the fantasy he’d played out with Phil, the man he loved more than anything.Goddammit. The call.Phil wouldn’t be back for at least an hour. Maybe he could talk his way out of whatever they had planned for him?Doubtful.He had to think of something, a distraction so he could run, get away.

“Roll to the side, slave, and get his hands behind his back.”

Terry spied the open cuffs in his peripheral vision.No. Can’t let them restrain me.He had no choice but to fight them again. Everything he’d ever heard or read about kidnapping situations said to never let yourself be tied up or incapacitated in any way.Kidnapping? Jesus.

Terry gritted out a scream through his teeth as he struggled once again, doing everything he could to dislodge Anson from on top of him so he could hopefully scramble away.If only I could grab something to defend myself with.He was kicked again in the same spot, tears springing to his eyes from the pain. If the fucker kept at it, his ribs would be broken in no time, if they weren’t already.

Master Joe squatted down and got in his face, his rancid breath and spittle making Terry want to vomit. “Hey. Slut. Knock itoff. There’s nothing you can do to stop this. It’s happening. I have your new Master waiting in the van outside, and if I have to call him in here to make you behave like a good little slave, you’ll beverysorry.” He gave Terry a disturbing leer. “Not that I wouldn’t mind seeingthat.” Joe stood. “But we don’t have time for any bullshit right now. Gotta get you outta here before Prince Charming comes back. God, what an idiotheis. Never questioned my sister’s story at all.”

The mention of Phil was like a punch to the gut. Terryscrewed his eyes shut, the tears falling freer, but this time they were driven by the thought he might never see Phil again.

Both Anson and Joe yanked him to his feet, Anson gripping his upper arms while Joe yanked his hands behind his back. He twisted in their grasp, terrified at what would happen if the cuffs were to snap shut, trapping his wrists. Joe whirled him around, tearing him from Anson’s hold, then backhanded him across the face. Terry’s head snapped back as he stumbled away from his attacker. He stopped his backward motion by grabbing the edge of one of the wooden stools.

Yes.

In one fluid motion, Terry grabbed the seat of the stool and swung it wide, the solid wooden legs connecting with the side of Joe’s face, the asshole’s nose breaking, blood flying everywhere. Joe landed hard on the cement of Terry’s garage, a thin throw rug the only thing padding it. An ear-piercing scream and a crack sounded as Joe’s wrist snapped from the weight of his fall.

Terry winced, but quickly faced Anson to do the same to him if necessary. He stopped short at the sight of his nemesis. Anson sobbed as he stared down at Joe rolling on the ground in agony. He jerked his head up, locking eyes with Terry. The expression he radiated at Terry was one of clear pain.

“Oh God. Thank you, dude. Thank you so much. Get the fuck outta here before that Neanderthal in the van comes in. I’m gone.”

As if Anson had conjured the beast to life, said Neanderthal burst in, taking in the chaos around him.

“You fucking pricks! I’ll kill you!”

The Master meant for Terry lunged at Anson who screeched and cowered, falling to the ground and covering his head. Terry raised the stool to get another shot in, but the wide-eyed attacker whirled around, grabbing it with a meaty pawbefore it could connect. He easily wrested it from Terry’s grip and flung it aside, his now-useless weapon crashing into Terry’s studio lights.

“You’re coming with me, you fucking bitch.”

He advanced on Terry who turned and ran toward his house door again. He’d only made it a few steps before the crazed Master yanked him back by his hair, throwing him to the ground where Terry landed with a grunt. He glanced up, extending a hand in front of him to ward off any potential blows. The clear mania in his attacker’s eyes terrified him, but he wouldn’t give up the way Anson had. He’d fight to the death if necessary.

“Yeah, slut. You’re done.” He grabbed Terry by his biceps, his large fingers digging into Terry’s flesh as he struggled. “I was going to keep you for a while, but now I’ll take what I want then dispose of your sorry ass just like the others.”

Others? Oh Jesus.Terry screamed as loud as he could, over and over as the man rendered him helpless, forcing him onto his stomach then wrenching an arm behind him, the pain almost blinding.

“Fuck!”His attacker yelled out, the grip on Terry’s arm loosening.