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Mitch was shaking his head when Will said, “I think I like that. Let’s run through it once with Silver singing it the other way.”
Atlas was gone when I returned to my seat, and Ghost sat beside me.
“Glad you were here to deal with that. Mitch and Charlie think in terms of what will sell, and it’s important to have that viewpoint, but these guys are so popular because they create the art in their soul. Their first priority isn’t making something commercially profitable, and in a weird twist, that makes the public like it more.”
“Yeah. It’s real. I can see that. Opera was all about being beyond-real in the performance, but we sang about real human emotions. Heavily dramatized, but the real stuff was underneath it. Our guys get the emotion out without the over-the-top drama. There’s a lot of performance and showmanship, sure, but for some of the songs, it’s like it’s just them and us, the audience. Direct.” I sighed. “Or maybe I just get that because I know Silver so well.”
“No, I feel it, too. It isn’t just you.”
“Right, but you know Hailey probably better than I know Silver, since you’ve been together longer, so you might not count, either.”
He chuckled. “Point, except the online boards and social media say basically the same thing, thousands of times.”
Chapter 26
Julian
This playroom had everything we needed.
Smooth cement floor. Drain in the center. Strong water hose. Open toilet in the back corner.
Atlas knelt where I’d placed him, already sweating from the strain. Arms pulled tight behind his back in a reverse prayer, wrists cuffed high between his shoulder blades. Shoulders locked down with chest straps that forced his upper body forward. Knees brutally spread wide, thighs braced with a bar to keep them so. Ankles strapped to the floor with rubber cuffs and stainless chains.
He could breathe. He could blink. That was it.
He hadn’t spoken since he entered the room.
The Bardex-style nozzle was already in — a modern version, repurposed and reinforced, latex lined and inflated. The main balloon would seal him internally, the external one sat flush to his skin, holding it in place. He wouldn’t be expelling anything until I deflated them both.
The first bag hung overhead. One quart. Body temperature. Thickly soaped.
Silver sat nearby, naked, bare legs folded, watching. Her cock was already twitching, already leaking inside the jailbird cage I’d put it in, held on with a harness since she doesn’t have balls.
Her body responded to Atlas’s predicament the same as mine — not just arousal, butintent.
Also, some anticipatory fear, since she knew she’d be getting enemas when I finished with Atlas. Not as extreme because she’s human, but they’d still hurt plenty.
And that was the surrender part of Silver I find so fucking beautiful. She hates extreme enemas. Fears them. Detests them. But she didn’t argue. I said it would happen, and so it will. That’s the distinction, theprogressionbetween agreement and obedience. She’d consented long ago, and now sat quietly and waited her turn for pain and misery.
But first, Atlas.
I opened the clamp.
Atlas’s breath hitched.
He didn’t moan, but I saw it — the second his body realized the time had arrived. The clench of his stomach. The tension in his thighs.
His cock, caged and spiked, jerked with useless need.
“It’s only the first,” I told him. “A marathon of pain, today into tonight.”
The Vegas coterie had given him a send-off the night before we left, and I understand he had hours of torture from a half-dozen vampires. Still, I’d wanted to give him his first session sooner. We were well within the first week, but he’d had the stress of a new place without the centering comfort of the pain he needs.
Tonight was about fixing that, but also assuring him we could repeat the intensity of that first scene. That he’d made the right decision, coming here.
I watched the bag drain. A moderate gravity feed. I wanted the cramping to build, but I also didn’t want to bore him. That low, bloated twist in the gut, destined to move higher. Soapburning the walls of the rectum. Water coming in a little faster than he thought he could handle.
Later, it would be a lot faster. But we’d get there.
