Kid, still blindfolded, was rigid with apprehension. He was trying, unsuccessfully, to ball himself up tighter – as if he could crawl so deep inside himself he would disappear. All he succeeded in doing was building the collective lust of his voyeuristic audience.
“Push him back. I want him sitting on his heels,” Celia said, and the men eased the boy back.
Kid’s face was bright red and wet with tears. His chest, unlike his back, bore only one raised, red stripe from the flogger.
“Open your legs, Slave,” said Celia.
Kid sobbed harshly, his chest shaking with the effort, but he complied.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Slave. I think you’ve earned a gift.” Celia trailed the flogger slowly across Kid’s cock and balls. Kid’s breath stopped all together and didn’t return until after Celia had made a few passes with the soft leather.
Slowly, his cock began to stir, growing despite his shame and humiliation. Despite the fact his audience watched with bated breath for the moment Celia would unleash her dildo on him. Despite the fact he couldn’t possibly know what was going to happen next.
Celia continued to coax Kid’s erection, going so far as to lower herself to her knees and stroke him with her bare hand. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly caressed. He’d seemingly forgotten about the flogger, didn’t know about Celia’s cock, and his body swayed toward her slowly. Forward and back, following her fingers and whimpering when they didn’t come back fast enough to suit him.
“Greedy slave,” Celia said. “I’m greedy too, and I don’t think you’ve earned your present yet.” She stood and Kid held his breath again. Slowly, Celia put her plump nipple to Kid’s lips. It was brave, considering the boy could bite her, but Celia seemed unconcerned with such things. “Suck.”
Kid opened his mouth and accepted Celia’s nipple. He groaned, loud and unabashed. His cock jerked in midair. The pain seemed to be a memory to him as he latched on and suckled Celia in long, hungry pulls that had her gasping and pulling his mouth closer.
“Yes!” Celia yelled, and it required no translation on Felipe’s part. “Suck harder.”
Kid obliged, only pulling his mouth away to breathe and occasionally switch breasts, which Celia took great relish in.
Finally, the moment had arrived, and she forced Kid’s head away with a loud pop. Her nipples were bright red and fat from having been sucked so hard, but she didn’t seem to take notice or care. She grabbed her rubber cock and brought it to Kid’s mouth. “Now, suck this.”
Kid, obviously sensing something foreign, reared back and turned his head. “No, Celia. Please, no.”
Celia didn’t bother to respond. She raised the flogger and struck him across the chest with so much force, there was a collective wince in the room. Kid tried to double over, but the men held him up.
Caleb wondered what it would be like to let a woman whip him. Aside from Rafiq, no one had dared strike him and lived after Tehran. Yes, Rafiq had punished him in the very early years, when Caleb still needed it to remind him he had survived. It had been well over a decade since Caleb had been on the submissive end of any encounter.
“Suck it!” Celia repeated. This time, Kid opened his mouth and let Celia fuck his mouth with the enormous phallus.
The room was filled with the occasional chuckle whenever Kid choked, but even then, they were apparent in their lust. A look around the room would reveal some of the masters had decided to make use of their slaves’ mouths, mimicking Celia’s movements and thrusting their very real cocks into the ravenous mouths of the slaves at their feet.
Caleb looked down at Kitten. She had abandoned her quest to not see or hear what was happening around her and was openly watching as others fornicated around her. Caleb reached for her hand and gently pressed it against his erection. His cock leapt when her wide eyes darted to his. He expected her to try and snatch her hand away, but he felt her fingers tighten around him through the fabric of his pants.
“She seems to like you just fine. It must be me she doesn’t care for,” said Rafiq, rather wryly.
“Unlike some, she has taste,” Caleb countered. He slowly lifted his hips and pressed deeper into Kitten’s hand. He remembered the shower, the way she had eagerly wanted to please him. He wanted that again. He wanted Livvie. The thought jolted him back into the moment, and he stilled Kitten’s hand on his erection. She looked up at him.
Did I do something wrong?Her eyes asked. Caleb shook his head, but drew her hand away.
“Shy, Caleb? Really? You of all people,” said Rafiq, mocking.
“Fuck you,” Caleb said. He sounded pleased.
“Let him loose,” Celia said, once again drawing both him and Rafiq back to the scene in before them. As the men worked to unbind Kid, Celia shimmied out of her strap-on and seemed to brace herself.
The room was tense as Kid eagerly tried to get loose even faster. Still, once he was free of the locks, he remained on his knees and blindfolded in front of Celia. His cock was still hard, which was impressive given the circumstances.
“Do you think you were good, Slave?” Celia’s voice had dropped to a whisper that Felipe mimicked as well as he could.
“Yes, Celia?” replied Kid.
“I agree. You were very good, for your first time. Would you like to fuck me?” Kid jolted when Felipe repeated the words for him to understand, and though he didn’t seem capable of rendering a verbal response, the crowd witnessed his cock bobbing up and down as it filled completely. Precome wept copiously from the tip. “Well, Slave. Do you want to fuck me or not?”
Kid nodded and stammered through his reply. “Y-y-yes, Celia.”