Page 85 of Bottoms Up
The fluid level in the bucket was halfway down and steadily dropping.
I slowed the clamp.
Gave him another dozen slices of the cane.
He was still trembling. Still trying not to scream.
I crouched beside him again.
His skin was flushed. Drenched in sweat. His ass twitched with strain. His balls hung low under the weight.
I reached under and tapped his cock cage — a cruel little flick.
His head jerked. He gasped.
“You’re quiet now, pain-toy.”
He nodded, and I said, “Good boy. Now pretend it was a question.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because… ithurts, Sir.”
“Try again.”
His breath came faster. “Because it hurts too much to scream, Sir.”
I smiled.
“Good.”
Time to pay attention to my darling Silver.
Her eyes were closed when I walked to her, a string of whimpers coming from her. Curled in a ball, mouth frozen open, face twisted in mute anguish, arms bound out to one side. Her skin was flushed and slick with sweat, her cock leaking, her hole visibly pulsing around the nozzle.
“Breathe for me,” I said softly, leaning over her.
I can’t,she telepathed.
“You can. In through your nose.”
I stroked her belly with one hand, letting her feel the water shift inside her. Her hips bucked. Her body jolted.
I cupped her flushed cheek, brushing damp curls back from her temple. She was trembling. Her cock twitching against her belly, breath ragged and shallow.
Her eyes filled with tears. She arched toward me, desperate for touch, but her hands were bound away from me.
“I know it hurts. I meant it to.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “But you’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
I stroked her cock through the bars. Soft. Teasing. She gasped — the cramps surging at the attention, the pressure inside her growing unbearable.
“Breathe through it,” I said. “Use your pain.” Another stroke. “What does the pain mean?”
She blew out a breath, breathed in, and telepathed,Affection, but please, Sir. Please have mercy.
I pressed a kiss to her thigh. Stood.
