Page 48 of Rock Bottom
Sometimes, though, I enjoy being on this side of it, and partnering with Julian to hurt the man he’s going to feed from was totally working for me.
“There’s a way for me to lend you what I can see and hear,” Julian told me. “I don’t think you’d be comfortable with that yet, so I’ll tell you I can hear his heart racing and see his dick throbbing. I can sense the blood pulsing through it. I’d know where to put a needle if I wanted to make it bleed, or where to put it for pain only, with no bleeding. His scent is pleasure and fear combined, but the scent of fear is sweet today. When I play with him side-by-side with my Master, the fear is sour. Terror. My master gets his money’s worth from this young man.”
My guess was that sharing what he could see and hear would probably give him more access into my head, and we’d have to address that at some point, but not yet. It was another line of intimacy, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to cross it yet. Part of mewascurious to fully understand what Julian could see, hear, sense — but I thought maybe we’d just stick with the telepathy thing, for now.
We’d have to talk about it eventually, probably, but I needed time to sort my thoughts. Maybe I could pull Cora aside, while the vampires were gone, to ask her how she handles this stuff.
I put the ball separator on first. This one was especially cruel — thick leather, tight buckles, and an unforgiving divider that forced the balls farther apart than anything I’d ever seen. I was pretty sure it cut off more blood flow than would be safe for a human.
I almost always start with some form of ball torture when I top a male — separator, parachute, weights. There’s something mesmerizing about the vulnerability of it, the way a man’s whole body reacts when his balls are pulled, crushed, or basicallyanykind of pain is applied. I especially love torturing balls, maybe because I don’t have them? I don’t know. I mean, I love every part of CBT, the cock part as well, but I always start with the balls.
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Julian
I was looking forward to watching what my Silver did to Billy’s dick. There’s no better way to learn a submissive’s desires than seeing how they handle someone else’s, especially someone as responsive as Billy.
Of course, my Silver would be able to do things to Billy’s dick that wouldn’t be safe for me to do to his, but I’ve learned how to handle humans, how to hurt them without damaging them.
While an opera singer, I was a glorified whore, singing and performing on stage, and then later in the evening, a different kind of performance in a rich person’s bed, passed around like fine wine — savored and discarded. They paid for my cock, my voice, my submission, but no one ever paid forme. Wealthy women wanted me to take control, to seduce and satisfy, and I enjoyed learning what made them tick and then giving it to them. The men usually preferred it the other way around. One in particular liked to hear me scream in my highest octave. I hated those nights, but I hadn’t had a choice.
I learned to dissociate with elegance. To smile through humiliation. To scream on cue. And once I was turned, it only got worse because vampires can magically heal. You don’t have to be careful with them. Very few of the people my maker rented me to wanted me to take control ofanything.
I much prefer topping to submitting, and for the first time in my life, I get to be in control most of the time. I will always have to submit to Marco and his top people, but the flock is here for my use. Many days I only have time to feed and must get back to work, but I have time to play at least a couple of times a week. Or, I did before Silver came into my life, since I’ve been using that time to call her or see her.
Or fantasize about her, which I didn’t have to do now, because she was right in front of me, thoroughly enjoying herself while she tortured poor Billy’s balls.
She hadn’t taken my advice about clamping Billy’s tongue right off the bat, and in fact, she seemed to enjoy hurting him more and more as he taunted her. “Is that the best you can do? Probably the best I can expect from a human, how disappointing!”
At first, I’d enjoyed taking him past that, seeing how much it would take to make him beg for mercy. He never speaks like that to Marco, only when I’m alone with him. I’ve made him beg for mercy, but within the limits I’m given, it isn’t easy. I find it simplest to either cut his tongue down the middle right at the start, or to clamp it so he can’t speak. I’ve also been known to put a clamp on each sideandthen cut it down the middle, so he’s forced to hold it outside his mouth where I can see it.
I fastened an ankle bracelet above the ankle cuff on his left leg and watched it mold to his leg. It would keep him fromchangingand escaping the cuffs. I don’t usually bother with it for a normal session, only the extreme ones.
“Tell Joey what you are, Billy.”
“I’m an American Barn Owl, Sir.”
“The cuff I just put on him will keep him fromchanging,” I told Silver. “He’s stuck in human form until it comes off.”
Silver nodded and lifted the dick flogger.
Oh no. Clothes off, my dear Silver. I want to watch your cock while you torture Billy. It’s the reason he’s blindfolded, so he can’t see you.
I was letting her take control of Billy, but I wanted to be clear I was still over her.
Without a word, she stepped away from the bed, stripped, and returned.
She climbed onto the mattress and knelt in front of our victim, ass on her heels, lifting the flogger again. But instead of targeting his cock, she snapped it across his balls — already inflamed from the separator I knew from experience hurt likefuckgoing on, and hurt exponentially worse the longer it stayed. The skin flushed darker, a deep red with some purple at the edges, and each strike made his thighs twitch and his breath catch.
My Silver punished Billy’s balls for fifteen relentless minutes before installing the parachute with steel teeth around them and then hanging weights — dragging his balls down. Pulling them. Stretching them. She stopped at the maximum one would use for a human, and I telepathed it was safe to use that much again, which she promptly did.
“Poor little human,” Billy taunted, his voice thick with smugness, hiding his pain, which I could easily scent. “Jealous of balls that aren’t so fucking fragile they have to be treated like chicken eggs.”
“Julian was right about your mouth getting away with you,” she muttered, picking up a clamp and rising so they were eye to eye. “Stick your tongue out.”
He kept his mouth shut.
“Do you want me to tell the Master you refused a direct order?” I asked.
