Page 25 of Líadan's Code

Staring into the faceless mask is nerve wracking. I want to demand to see their faces, because I find it cowardly to torture a man and remain unidentified. Gritting my teeth is the only thing that keeps me from asking more questions.

The hair on my legs stands up on end as she drags the wand up my right leg. The man crosses his arms as he watches her, content to do whatever she wants.

“We aren’t allowed to kill him, but we can play a bit, I suppose,” he rasps. “Are you frying his cock or his balls tonight?”

At least I know it’s been over twenty-four-hours since I was taken. Fuck, Layla and the guys will be freaking out soon.

“All cocks get hard when they’re touched, don’t they?” she asks. Her voice is almost innocent as she raises the wand inch by inch. I don’t know if this is a test, but if it is, I’m probably fucked. My cock is already beginning to stir, which is seriously messed up.

“Typically, yes,” the man says, pulling off his long-sleeved shirt and tossing it away. There’s a sheen of sweat down his body, and muscles rippling down. He has an incredibly sexy happy trail that makes me grit my teeth as my cock decides it’s very interested in what it sees.

I’ve always enjoyed female and male bodies, though I’ve never been very open about it with the outside world. It’s my business, no one else’s. I’m too busy to date, and it’s been way too long since I’ve fucked anyone.

I’m blaming my celibacy on my cock’s indiscriminate interest in pretty psychopaths.

God, if I make it through this, I’m finding someone to stick my dick in immediately. I know that my cock thickening in my boxer briefs is playing with fire.

The girl releases a God awful creepy sound that is between a laugh and a snarl as she presses the wand into my upper thigh. Electrical pulses run through me as I lose the ability to keep from saying anything.

Instead, it’s a wordless scream, because fuck that hurts. I know it’s probably not the highest setting it’ll go, but I’m still twitching when she lifts the wand.

My cock is now rock hard, and the man palms it in interest. Groaning, I drop my head back onto the cold brick wall, because as much as my body is still reacting to the electricity, my shaft still twitches in his hand.

“I think he liked it, baby,” he grunts.

Are they together? Again, thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking as I hang at their mercy fill my mind, because I have nothing better to do.

“He’s still hard,” the girl says, as if in awe.

Do they play these sick games with all of their prisoners?

“As fun as it is to have you massage my cock,” I say as I get oxygen back into my lungs, “it’s going to continue to get hard if you do that. They generally get hard if you play with them. If this is a test, it’s not a very good one. Is this some weird kind of kink I’m not aware of?”

“You enjoy pain,” the girl says, ignoring the question. I wish I could hear her real voice because the creepy high pitched sound is scary as fuck. “I want to play.”

She sounds petulant as the man pulls my boxer briefs down my ass until my cock bounces free.

“It’s pierced,” the man says clinically as he leaves them around my thighs. The material is also keeping me from being as mobile as usual and I can’t jerk away effectively as the girl uses the electrical wand to push my cock upward.

I should be begging her to leave me alone, and while my chest begins to heave as I pant from the exertion of the electricity, I find that I want to let it ride. I want to see how far they’re willing to go.

My cock is already leaking pre-cum, to my embarrassment, as she strokes it gently with the electrical wand. Fuck, this is sick.

Struggling to not make a noise, I find my hips jerking forward as she plays.

“You’re awfully calm for a man who has the health of his cock in my hands,” she says.

The woman hands the wand to the man as she pulls her sweatshirt over her head as well. There’s no identifying features showing as she tosses it aside. Her skin is creamy and pale, her breasts perky, and her waist tapers in. Damn, even her knees are pretty where her jeans are ripped, and her thin tank-top leaves very little to the imagination. Fuck, she looks young too. They both do.

Goddamnit.

“As you removed your hands, I no longer have my cock in them,” I state easily.

It’s an easy banter, even though she sounds like an evil character in a scary movie. I may not be able to watch them again without getting hard. How is that for irony?

The girl doesn’t say a word as she rubs the rounded end of the wand under my scrotum. My eyes roll despite the dangerous dance we’re currently doing. All it would take is for her finger to slip.

“You’re enjoying this,” the man growls, almost disturbed.

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