Page 117 of The Laughing Game

“He’s beautiful like this, isn’t he?”

“Yes, Vihaal,” I said.

Gideon was stunning in the ropes, soft and vulnerable and offering himself to us in this way, and I couldn’t get over it. How lucky we were, and how strong Gideon was to be able to do it. And how far I’d come in the space of a few months.

Vihaal reached forward with his ungloved hand and lifted Gideon’s chin as he continued to finger him.

“Look at Angel, Gideon. He’s watching you. Watching me have my way with you. Can you tell that he loves it?”

Oh, they could tell I was entranced with them. My cock was hard, my body stiff in its bindings as my muscles clenched and unclenched at the sight before me. Gideon’s eyes were dark and full of desire.

Vihaal ran his hand down Gideon’s throat and over his chest, rubbing at a nipple as he passed. He cupped his hand over Gideon’s caged cock and jiggled it roughly. Gideon made a sound of frustration against the gag.

“Poor baby. Can’t get hard. Even as I tease you from the inside out. Poor, poor, thing,” Vihaal murmured with mock sympathy, tracing his fingers over Gideon’s trussed balls and along his inner thighs.

Vihaal met my gaze again and gave Gideon a few more thrusts with his fingers, then withdrew them. He walked over to a table where he had placed the things he needed.

A surge of arousal took me as he picked up the shiny metal instrument, shaped like a hook, with a medium-sized ball on one end. He brought it to where Gideon hung from the rafters.

“Ready, my boy? You’re going to like this,” Vihaal said, pressing the object against Gideon’s hip so that Gideon could get a sense of what it was. Gideon’s eyes widened. He groaned as Vihaal slid the implement along his skin, teasing him.

Gideon had waxed poetic about the anal hook in some discussions we’d had about what he and Vihaal liked to do together, and how fond Gideon was of being subdued and defiled by whatever toy Vihaal decided to use. This one was a favorite.

“Mmm, you ready to be captured like a slippery and helpless trout, while Angel watches from up there?”

Gideon made desperate sounds, his gaze finding mine, then darting away. Perhaps the humiliation of me watching was too much.

But he didn’t drop the bell. He didn’t safeword.

Vihaal took his time, rubbing the cold metal ball against Gideon’s hole, putting pressure on it, then sliding it back and forth, teasing the hell out of his desperate supplicant.

Finally, he spread Gideon with one thumb and pressed the ball of the hook firmly against Gideon’s hole, until Gideon gasped and it started to sink in. A sheen of sweat glimmered over Gideon’s brow, and his hair stuck to his head around his ears, where the silk gag was tied.

Vihaal kept up the gentle pressure, and his gaze met mine with blazing intensity. I struggled in my bindings. I wanted to help, but I was kept from doing so.

Gideon’s sphincter stretched impossibly wide to admit the steel ball. As Vihaal kept up a steady pressure, it slowly disappeared until in one quick movement, Gideon’s ass swallowed it up. I couldn’t even describe the noises he made.

“Good boy. Such a good little slut.” Vihaal wiggled the cruel-looking device to make sure the ball was firmly in place.

“There. That’s in. Now…” he said, grabbing another length of the red rope.

I watched as Vihaal looped the rope through a hole in the handle, then tied it to the ring to which Gideon’s wrists were bound. This would keep the hook in place and free Vihaal’s hands for other tasks.

“There now,” Vihaal said, pleased with his handiwork. “Just a piece of sexy meat now, aren’t you?”

Gideon mumbled something against the gag.

Vihaal barked a laugh. “And you can’t even speak. Completely at my mercy. Just the way you like it.”

Gideon whimpered as I fought my restraints. I’d never witnessed anything so arousing in my life. Gideon, his pale flesh bulging between the red ropes, his body pierced by a metal ball and hook, his mouth split by the black gag, and his will overridden by the focus of one man.

Except for the bell, Gideon had no power here. No, that wasn’t true.

Vihaal was laser-focused on Gideon right now, and I was convinced that if Gideon showed any signs that he wasn’t getting off on this, that Vihaal would check in, or stop, or change the course of his plans. I trusted Vihaal, Gideon trusted Vihaal, and Vihaal trustedusto communicate if something was wrong.

But as of this moment, everything seemed very, very right.

“Now,” Vihaal said. “I need to see if Angel is paying close attention to what I’m doing.”

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