Page 50 of Bottoms Up
My heart, my treasure, my love — was there any better way to describe what my Silver is to me?
I’ve missed you, too — and I’ve missed hearing you call me all your little Italian endearments more than I’d realized.
Before I could respond, she looked at our playtoy and said, “Bend over the bondage table, Muscles.”
He immediately obeyed, legs spread without having to be told, and my Silver lubed a plug and inserted it without fanfare.Atlas’s scent told me exactly how badly it hurt, though our little soldier managed to remain silent.
Okay, not little. He was smaller than me, but most everyone is. He was half a foot taller than Silver, though.
She connected his wrist cuffs behind him and ordered, “Onto the table, sitting up with your legs spread. Let’s see how much control you have.”
When I saw that she planned to abuse his balls without binding him, other than having his hands fastened behind his back, I started to step forward and connect his ankles to the outside of the table, but I didn’t.
Silver’s a great judge of what someone needs, in these scenes.
I stood close, though, to make sure he didn’t kick her out of reflex. I’m absolutely positive there’s no way I could sit still while not bound and allow that kind of pain.
He was decently flexible, but she had him bend his legs so his feet were near his ass, out to the side. His legs folded and out of the way.
Silver met his gaze and told him, “If you want pain, you’ll sit still and let it happen. I’ll bind you later, but not yet. Show me how much you need…”
She shrugged. “Is it the pain itself for you? Or the endorphins?” No sooner than the last word was out, she shook her head. “Don’t answer that. It’s too personal for today’s scene. Your reasons are your own, but my point is the same — prove to me how badly you need it.”
He didn’t speak, didn’t blink. Zero emotions, just a curt nod.
Atlas was comfortable with pain. He’d made friends with it.
Silver started slow, rolling the whip handle over his ball sack enough for discomfort but not pain. Not enough to bruise.Yet.
Her rhythm was patient. Controlled. Designed to build dread as much as pain.
My breath caught at a stray memory — I’d known this might be hard to watch, but it was my past now. I was fine.
Atlas’s cock strained in the cage. One testicle twitched. I watched her press the roller across the unscarred side first, the skin tight and reactive — then over the other, the one Gavin warned us about. The scarring was dense and raised, uneven with heat lines and something more brutal beneath. Burns layered with blades. The kind of damage he’d have dealt with for weeks. Months. Silver never heals clean, and add in this much of it, applied in messy layers. It must’ve been hell.
The roller didn’t pause, no matter which nut she worked over. Neither did she. Her scent didn’t change. Not when she worked the unscarred ball. Not when she passed over the ruined one. Steady. Present. Utterly unfazed.
Pride rose in my chest, but I wasn’t surprised. She knew what it was like to be looked at as a freak of nature.
I watched Atlas’s muscles twitch and tense, and when I was certain he was about to push himself backward, away from her, she asked, “How does the plug feel, boy?”
Her voice made me smile. Such soft, sweet cruelty.
Atlas was in so much pain, so far into the experience, her calling himboymade him one, and his voice rose half a pitch when he answered, “It hurts, ma’am. It burns so much!”
The question had done what she wanted — diverted his attention from his balls for the moment, and she changed direction with the roller and pressed harder.
This time, he did push backward, and she made a littletsk-tsknoise.
“I’m sorry, ma’am! I’ll put myself back!”
He did,immediately— and that told me more than a file ever could. He hadn’t asked for leniency, just corrected his mistake.
But Silver only made thetskingsound again, quieter this time, and I knew what it meant.
Things were about to escalate. Fast.
My cock throbbed behind the zipper of my slacks, and I had to force myself not to adjust. That little noise from her had my whole body reacting. Not just arousal, but possessiveness. Love. Need.
