Zeke came to stand directly in front of me. I tilted my head back to look in his eyes.
“Five, cowboy.” His voice was low enough I doubted anyone else heard him. “You survive that, you will go home with me and be wearing my collar by the end of the night. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Zeke.” My voice trembled because the excruciating pain continued to flood my system. My balls felt as though they were dragging on the floor, seconds away from being ripped from my body. Yet my mind was now on the potential of being collared by this man. A strange feeling filled my chest. As though there was some sort of light on the inside, daring to come out.
“After five, you have my permission to come.”
“Yes, Zeke.” I wasn’t sure that was even possible with the torture apparatus on my balls, but there was no time to contemplate that because he disappeared behind me.
The audience was focused on me, a few shifting, probably to get a better view of those fucking tails licking my skin. I tried to relax, knowing the tension in my muscles would only make it worse. I remembered the first time I’d been flogged. The pain had been minimal compared to what I’d expected.
I doubted that was going to be the case now.
The deep throb of the music warred with the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. I waited, no way to see what Zeke was doing or when he was going to—
“Fuck!” I cried out as those wicked tails snapped against me. It felt as though the skin had been ripped away, the fires of Hell having nothing on the agony that lanced me. I breathed through it, my cock throbbing despite the pain. Or maybe because of it. I didn’t know at this point.
I thought I was ready for the next one, but it took me by surprise, coming far sooner than I anticipated. I jerked, my balls swinging, the spikes and the weight making my eyes water.
When the next one came, it wasn’t quite as intense. I figured that was due to the shock, the weird feeling that overtook me. Like I was floating above myself. I shifted forward, groaning from the torture. It morphed into one fireball of agony that seemed to bloom over my entire body.
The fourth one caused my arms to weaken, my hands releasing the grip on the chain. And the fifth came right after. My brain registered the number, my cock swelled, my balls drew up tight, and I came in a rush that was so fucking painful I would’ve fallen to the floor had I not been held up by the cuffs around my wrists.
“Release him!” Zeke yelled, his voice a dull roar in my ears.
The next thing I knew, two submissives—big men I didn’t know—came forward. With a strange sense of urgency, they freed me, then bore my weight on their bodies, broad shoulders tucking beneath my arms.
Zeke appeared before me. “You did good, cowboy.”
His praise didn’t lessen the intense sensations stabbing into me but it was more than I expected.
“Thank you, Zeke.”
When Zeke moved away, I was vaguely aware of a submissive wearing rubber gloves rushing forward with a towel and spray bottle filled with some sort of cleaner. The mess I made was quickly cleaned and then Mistress Jane was coming forward, her hand dipping down between my legs. In an instant, my balls were freed and air slammed into my lungs as the pain reversed, only to transform into something equally fierce, the spikes dislodging from my tender skin. Mistress Jane offered a nod behind me before she turned.
With the submissives’ help, I put one foot in front of the other. And as they led me into one of the private aftercare rooms, I found that I was smiling, the euphoric feeling taking over.
It was the first time I’d ever experienced a high quite like that. And it had me wondering just what I’d been missing out on.
More importantly, just what I was getting myself into.
TEN
ZEKE
I WATCHED AS JANE’S TWO submissives practically carried the cowboy to an aftercare room. The moment they were out of sight, I turned my attention to the other fuck toy who was waiting for me. I would check on the cowboy later, meet up with Jane to get an overall assessment. I wasn’t the sort to offer aftercare because some submissives took it to mean more than it was. I didn’t want to give anyone false hope, but I wasn’t a monster despite the rumors.
“Back to the chains,” I ordered.
His movements slow, the pretty boy managed to get back into position. Since Jane had taken the two biggest submissives available, I opted to reconnect the cuffs myself.
Once the pretty boy was back where I wanted him, I came to stand in front of him. His eyes were glazed, the pain still surging through his body.
