Page 31 of At Their Mercy: Part I

Three of them soon came back, and they were all holding some kind of shiny fabric. Looked like swimsuit material.

“Welcome to the world of zentai, baby boy,” Daddy announced. He tossed me the black garment, and I caught it. “You can put that on. But unlike the non-fetish versions, you can’t see through this fabric, and there’s a hole over your ass for easy access.”

I eyed the thing and held it up. It was a full-body suit. Skintight. It would cover every inch of my body—asshole notwithstanding—even my face. No holes for eyes and mouth.

Now I understood why this wasn’t a reaction whore’s kink. Nobody would see my face, my expressions, the tears in my eyes. ’Cause that was happening.

Well, okay. Let’s try something new.

I stepped into the suit, immediately noticing how the stretchy material hugged my legs. Damn. The fabric was thicker than a swimsuit but otherwise the same.

“I think we’re gonna need some photos of the boys before we begin,” Master Walker said. He was eyeing us appreciatively.

“I’ll go get the camera,” Owner said.

Macklin’s and Tate’s suits were also black and super shiny.

“I’m so glad I’m not you right now.” Noa shuddered. “The cuffs are bad enough, but that suit would freak the freckles off me.”

“And we can’t have that.” KC smacked Noa’s bottom lightly. “Enough stalling, though. Take those clothes off.”

Noa sighed heavily. “Yes, Daddy.”

I pulled the fabric past my hips and positioned my junk just right, and then Daddy came behind me to zip me up. Of course it zipped in the back so I wouldn’t be able to do it myself.

Anticipation rose within me, partly because I wasn’t seeing any weapons of choice yet. I didn’t know how Daddy and Master were going to inflict pain. They hadn’t brought anything.

Arms next.

To be honest, I liked the feel of the suit. The fabric hugged every inch of me it covered, and it was on the warm and snuggly side of things. Daddy pulled the suit shut in the back and zipped it up all the way to my neck.

He didn’t say anything. He just reached for the hood on the front and pulled it over my head, effectively robbing me of the ability to see altogether. I could breathe fine through the suit, but the area that covered my eyes was a layer or two thicker.

I swallowed and flexed my fingers. Every single part of me was covered—well, not my ass.

“Standard safewords apply, boys,” Master Walker said. “Green, yellow, red. You answer direct questions politely. Macklin, you’re not allowed to make a damn sound unless it’s a safeword or an answer. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master—but does this include screams and whatnot?”

“It does. That’s why I said sounds.”

Daddy smacked my ass. “That goes for you too, Shay. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Same for you, Tate,” Master Kingsley instructed. “You understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Tate responded.

I shifted where I stood when I heard the telltale click of a picture being taken. Did they want us to pose? Should we do something? Noa wasn’t getting the same order the rest of us did.

I rolled my shoulders. I really did like the suit, but I could already tell it was going to get hot at some point. The pain, though—would it pierce the fabric as sharply as not having it in the way? I wanted my pain sharp. The thuddy pain was usually just a turn-on. Or a tool to maintain whatever state I was in.

I wriggled my toes.

Nobody said anything, though I heard some shuffling around. For a moment anyway. That noise faded before long, and I cocked my head and tried to hear anything.

Did Macklin and Tate have the same rules as I did? With the no sounds and all. ’Cause when Owner told me no sounds were allowed, I could still, if it was really necessary, clear my throat and like…do stuff I couldn’t truly control. Cough, obviously sneeze, sniffle…