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“Stay where you are.”Heh. Okay, so I’m a smartass, sometimes.
I walked back to Atlas.
My cock was throbbing with need. My fingers still smelled like Silver’s fear and pain.
But Atlas needed me more. He’d been alone with his pain long enough.
His face was pale. His chest heaved. His eyes were glassy with effort, still locked forward.
“Time to release.”
He didn’t speak. I hadn’t asked a question.
I released the nozzle and a waterfall gushed from his gut. Loud, violent expulsion onto the floor, quickly disappearing down the drain, but there was no shit. He’dchangedto cat form that morning and had only been allowed clear liquids since.
While he emptied, I readied his next. Three quarts this time. Soapandglycerin. Cooler temp.
I hung the bucket. Re-lubed the nozzle.
“Ready, Muscles?”
It didn’t matter if he was or not, but asking him made him more a part of his own torture. More intimate. More personal.
He nodded, and I said, “Answer with words, painwhore.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m…” A three-beat pause. “Ready, Sir.”
I opened the clamp.
Chapter 27
Silver
From my angle on the table, I could barely see Atlas’s face — one cheek pressed against the floor, the parts I could see wet with sweat or tears. Maybe both. Eyes open but glassy, half-focused on something only he could see.
Julian fed him more pain in silence.
Three quarts of glycerin and soap. Cooler than the last. Faster flowing going in.
Atlas trembled, every muscle stretched to the edge and held there. His shoulders strained against the reverse-prayer position. His thighs quivered, forced wide by the bar.
But his face —God.
I’d never seen that much expression from him. He’s always so fucking stoic.
His mouth was parted like he couldn’t catch a full breath. His jaw didn’t grind anymore — the pain had outpaced that. He just…endured.
Julian was crouched beside him, one hand slowly crushing Atlas’s balls while the liquid carved its way deeper into his gut.
“Does it help?” Julian asked, his voice soft. “Does having your balls squeezed take the edge off the cramps?”
Atlas’s eyes flinched toward him, just barely. He gave a tiny head shake. As much as the position allowed.
“Words, Muscles. Answer the question.”
“No, Sir.” His voice was hoarse. “The cramps hurt the same. It’s just overall worse with the added pain, Sir.”
My cock jerked.Everythingin him was straining.
