Page 108 of Caged In

“What . . .” Izz’s breath is too far gone to get his question out. Swallowing hard to try his luck again—

“Relax,” Sin commands. His voice level and soothing, “you’re okay. You trust me.”

He nods but still tries to look at why his side is stinging—

Sin leans a hand on the same place in his side—

A title wave of agonising pain flares to life, killing his blissed-out arousal—

Izz screams. His body jacking off the mattress as he pulls at the bindings, tears pricking in his eyes. “Red. Red. Red,” his voice laced with hurt, wheezes the safe word Sin had given him.

The pressure lets up. Sin removing his hand. The pain remains, sharp and intense. His side twisting and knotting. Angry at him for the distress it’s in.

“Untie me please. I don’t like it. I don’t—” Izz shakes his head. He’s never used the safe word before. Sin’s never pushed him this far—hurt him this much.

“Calm down,” Sin keeps Izz’s head pinned back, so he can’t see what he has done to him. The other hand coming up to stroke through his hair, “deep breaths. You’re not in any danger. Calm down.”

“I want to stop. It hurts.”

“You like it. Your mind is merely experiencing a survival reaction. You need to let yourself know you’re not in any danger. Repeat it in your mind.”

It hurt too much for him to concentrate on Sin’s words. He’s close to slipping into a panic attack. The sensations are bringingback memories of other violent attacks he’s suffered in this cage. His mind is having trouble grounding him to this moment. In this cell. With this male.

“I don’t—” Izz cuts off as Sin drops down on top of him. The male’s heavy weight encasing his entire being. . .

Izz’s hard. His erection making itself known by pushing up against Sin who smirks down at Izz. Rotating his hips to drive the point home, to show Izz how much his body is responding.

He forces himself to come back. To be in the moment with Sin. To kill the panic attack before it takes root. He silently repeats what Sin told him.

You’re not in any danger. You’re not in any danger. You’re not in any danger.

He closes his eyes. Focusing on his breathing, on the pressure rubbing over his dick. It feels good. He is fine. Sin’s not hurting him. Sin will never hurt him. Sin protects him, gives him safe words.

Sin’s your safe zone. He’s your safe place.

“There you go,” Sin praises, fingers stroking through Izz’s hair, “you see, you’re doing well.”

“It feels better.” The burning in his side is only throbbing a little now, the same kind of ache the bites Sin gives him leave behind. A bearable pain he is alrightwith. One he is used to. “Can you let go of my jaw now.”

“No.” Izz frowns at the response. Sin has never told him no before, especially when it comes to their intimate times together. “You’re doing well. I want your mind to stay in this zone. We don’t want you to panic again.”

“Why would I panic?” Izz can feel his heart rate spiking, he can hear his blood pumping faster.

What is Sin hiding? Why isn’t he allowed to look? What has Sin done to him?

“Repeat what I told you. You’re spiralling again,” Sin’s other hand dips past the curve of Izz’s hip, sliding down to rest on his length. Using the soft skin on skin contact to help ground Izz.

You’re not in danger. You’re not in danger.

He focuses on the touch. On the hand slowly stroking over his sensitive skin. Allowing it to wash over him. To coat his mind . . . His mind . . .

Does he truly want this? Or is he acting out of pure fear?

Fear at what will happen without protection in this Hell-hole. The other inmates have proven how foul and brutal they can be. How their humanity is all but a distant dream, a dream they don’t want to remember.

He’s been attacked, groped, forced into situations he didn’t want to be in. Treated like nothing, like a thing to be used by anyone who wants him.

But with Sin . . . He has a powerful ally, protection from the mass of the prison population, from the guards. And Sin listens to him. Treats him well. Kindly. With respect.

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