Page 21 of Martyr

Nix howled, back arching. He clawed at the bed, even knowing he wouldn’t be able to get away, tears streaming from his eyes now as a mixture of humiliation overcame him.

“Did you forget I’m a professional fighter, babe?” West cooed, not sounding the least bit angry by his attempt to hit him. He did, however, deliver another sharp blow to his left ass cheek.

“Take it out!”

“This?” He twisted the canister but didn’t remove it or turn the automatic sprays off.

“West.” Nix buried his face in his arms.

“Your mouth is telling me you don’t like it, but have you realized that you’re dripping all over my lap right now?”

He couldn’t deny it, so he remained silent, but of course he knew. Nix’s balls hung heavy, and his dick was aching and swollen from all the stimulation.

“What, not going to pretend anymore?” West teased.

“You said I had nothing to be embarrassed about,” Nix snapped. “That it’s all just physical reaction and out of my control anyway!”

West’s palm smoothed over his stinging flesh. “Exactly, babe. You’re starting to get it.”

“Get what?”

“That’s all anything is,” he said. “Every emotion you’ve ever felt is just a reaction to an outside force. The key is learning to identify that force and approach it the same way you would a tricky math problem.”

Nix was ninety percent certain West was batshit crazy, and yet he couldn’t prevent himself from asking, “How?”

“By solving the parts you can. Take this situation, for example. Right now, you’re humiliated because I’m fucking you with an office supply. How can you get me to stop?”

“I can’t,” he stated, but that earned him another slap, though it was lighter this time.

“Come on. Have a little faith in me. I wouldn’t present you with a problem I wasn’t confident you could solve.”

Yeah. Entirely batshit crazy.

“You wanted me to cry,” Nix turned his head and caught West’s gaze over his shoulder, letting him see the tear tracks down his cheeks. “I am.”

“Sure, but if I keep this inside of you, you’ll keep crying for me.” West tapped the end of the can and grinned when Nix hissed. “Try again. Think. What else could I possibly want from you? What do I like?”

“I don’t know!”

“Wrong answer.” He spanked him in rapid succession until he was writhing and howling loud enough. It was a miracle none of the others had stormed in on them.

And all the while, Nix’s dick gushed, dripping precome all over West’s expensive jeans, soaking them through enough that even he could feel the material stick to his skin. He was making a mess and—

“Come!” he practically yelled the word, but it worked.

West paused, waiting.

Nix swallowed the lump in his throat. “You can come on me. I’ll…let you.”

“Promise?”

He nodded, gasping when he was pulled off of West’s lap.

“Turn around for me,” West said.

“Wait, the canister.”

“I’ll remove it,” he twirled a finger in the air, “after I’m sure you won’t go back on your word.”

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