Page 24 of Hurting Hunter
His gaze settled on a vacant massage table set away from the more intense play areas. It was secluded enough to provide privacy yet still part of the dungeon atmosphere. The table would serve perfectly for what he had in mind—a session focused more on sensual deprivation and exploration rather than the sharp sting of a flogger.
Guiding Hunter with a firm hand, Ethan maneuvered them toward the spot.
It was time for a different kind of intensity, one that would demand trust and surrender of a different sort from Hunter, aligning with the deeper, more nuanced control Ethan planned to exert tonight, before he would pull the information he wanted from the submissive.
“Tonight, I want your total trust and total submission.”
Hunter pressed his lips together before he gave a curt nod.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need that verbally, boy.”
Hunter’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Strip,” Ethan ordered, turning to put a plastic covering on the table before going to the cabinet beside it that held torches, oils, cupping sets, chemicals, candles, and more. Ethan considered the options.
Next to him, Hunter appeared, gloriously naked.
Ethan’s gaze dropped to his flaccid cock. “Well, that’s plain insulting.”
Hunter gasped when Ethan slapped the limp dick—left, right, left—and the appendix swelled to full capacity in nanoseconds.
“Now that’s better!” Ethan leaned in for a rewarding kiss. When he pulled back, he asked, “Total trust?”
Despite Hunter’s somewhat dazed expression, his voice was firm. “Absolutely, Sir. I trust you with my life.”
“Ah. But do you trust me with your troubles and worries?”
Hunter stilled.
Ethan’s mouth tipped up at the corner and he gave his submissive a pat on the cheek. “Don’t fret, boy. You will.”
Pointing to the table, Ethan ordered, “I want you up there, on your back with your hands over your head. As he circled the table and cuffed Hunter’s limbs, so his arms were stretched out straight above him and his legs were bound in a wide V, he informed his sub, “I want access to you, boy. But not just now, I want to know about your past, and I want a spot in your future.”
With a strap around Hunter’s chest and just above his hips, Ethan further immobilized him. He wanted Hunter to be completely helpless and vulnerable to be able to penetrate that mental barrier.
Lastly, he used a forehead strap to restrict Hunter’s movements even more. Making another round, Ethan checked every restraint. “Any pain or discomfort?”
“I like pain.”
Ethan grinned, and cupped Hunter’s dick and balls, squeezing them. “I know.”
Hunter groaned.
Keeping his grip firm, Ethan leaned forward and whispered like he was telling a secret. “Guess what? I like giving you pain. But I’m looking for the right kind of pain. If you experience cramps, numbness, or tingling I want you to use yellow. I don’t want any nerve damage. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Oh no, you’re not. Not really, and not yet.” Ethan leaned his forearm on the table and brought his face close enough to Hunter’s to feel his breath. “Don’t worry, boy. You’ll get there. Eventually.”
Ethan let go of Hunter’s cock and straightened. With a last glance over Hunter’s magnificent prone form, he strolled to the cabinet to get his toys.
He signaled Cole, who was acting as a Dungeon Monitor. “I’m planning a wax scene. Can you arrange a cool cloth, a first aid kit, a fire extinguisher, and a water bucket?”
“Sure thing.”
The smooth floor beneath them was ideal, free from any carpet that could complicate clean-up later. Ethan selected candles specifically designed for wax play, massage oil, aloe crème and everything else he needed. He knew that these specialty candles would provide a pleasurable sensation without adhering too stubbornly to the skin, which was particularly important given the sensitive areas they would be exploring tonight.
As Hunter lay expectantly on the massage table, Ethan prepped his skin with a thin layer of oil to enhance the sensation and to aid later wax removal.
