Page 156 of Master of My Life

“Don’t make it feel so good,” he groaned as another soft thrust pulled him back into the haze of

pleasure.

“Why?” He thrust again. “If there is no temptation, there is no real winning, is there?” He ran his

hand up his chest and circled Chase’s nipple.

Chase bit the stick harder and leaned on his wrists so he could dig his fingernails into the palms

of his hands. The pain cleared his head, and he grimaced as Lewis continued his temptation. He

widened his eyes to keep from closing them and giving in to the haze once more.

“You’re very determined, aren’t you?” Lewis whispered in Chase’s ear. He pounded into Chase’s

body until, after what felt like forever, he grunted and gave short, stabbing thrusts, burying himself

deep. He pulled out and walked away.

Chase closed his eyes. One more.

Richard was more like the others, all business, no talk. It was much easier to keep his mind

distracted away from the sensations coursing through his body. When he finished, Chase spit out the

stick and rested his head on the end of the bed, sucking in deep breaths, ignoring his throbbing body.

He’d done it. He’d survived.

“Turn around but stay on your knees,” Richard said.

Chase obeyed. Two Elders grabbed his arms and moved him forward, away from the bed, then

held his arms out to his side. Another grabbed his hair and held his head upright. Richard kneeled and

unstrapped the cock ring.

Chase yelped as the blood flowed freely into his cock. He gritted his teeth and tried to control the

multitude of sensations flowing throughout his body—the pain in his cock, the tingling in his ass, the

anticipation in his chest. His muscles clenched, and he blinked several times as Lewis handed

Richard the piercing gun. Someone put the stick back between his teeth and he bit hard, knowing what

was coming next.

What felt like hot metal sunk into his cock, and he gave a muffled shout. The men holding his arms

and hair kept him from falling forward—another click and another shot of hot metal.

All thoughts of orgasm fled as his eyes watered. Everything in his body ached. His cock was on

fire. Richard kept bumping it as he messed with the piercings, and Chase wanted to punch him in the

face.

Finally, Richard nodded, and the men let go. Chase fell forward onto his hands and hung his head.

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