Page 57 of Tribute
Aled reluctantly raised his gaze to the mirror and saw a thin red line already opening up where Palk had cut him. He set his jaw as Palk moved the blade lower, trailing it over his stomach and coming to rest against the base of his erect cock.
“You’re big. And you’re hard, which must mean you are enjoying this, yes?” The grip on his bruised jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be hard in front of a superior officer. It shows a lack of respect.”
“I mean no . . .” He stopped speaking as the blade flashed upward, leaving a cross over his abs that stung like a motherfucker.
“You seem to be finding it difficult to understand the concept of not speaking.” Palk was close now, his voice quiet. “Your mouth is for sucking cock and for screaming.”
He moved away and a ball of fear settled low in Aled’s gut. Palk returned with a gold and leather contraption. He forced the metal circle into Aled’s mouth like a riding bit and then buckled the straps behind his head. The chains were lowered, bringing him to his knees, and Palk’s cock was reintroduced to his mouth to prove the point that he couldn’t talk anymore. He wasn’t screaming yet though. He hoped to all the gods he wouldn’t have to do that.
While Palk fucked his mouth, a myriad of shocks flowered on his skin as his captor drew the knife over his flesh like a thousand bee stings. He could smell Palk’s come, his own sweat, and now the coppery tang of his blood. It occurred to him thatperhaps Kai had been telling him to keep a low profile for a very good reason.
Palk pulled out and came over his face and chest.
“Get up.”
It was hard to move with his arms still extended over his head, but he used the weight of the pulley system to help him. Beyond Palk, he briefly saw himself in the mirror, his upper body now covered in thin, red, bloodied lines and his skin gleaming with sweat and come.
“You’re still hard.”
He yelped as Palk struck his cock with the flat of his hand. He couldn’t close his lips around the sound, and did it again when Palk slapped him three times. His cock remained hard and his heart rate trebled like he was being hunted.
Palk lowered the chain and took the manacles off his wrists and pointed to the inner door. “Go in there and kneel in front of the chair.”
Aled glanced briefly at the outside door as he went past it, then lowered his gaze back to the white carpet, which was now being stained by drips of his blood. Even if the door were unlocked, where would he go? No one would dare interfere with Palk’s idea of entertainment. He had to assume he was on his own and just pray he was too valuable a commodity to be killed outright.
He reached the chair and knelt in front of it, his overactive senses acutely aware when Palk stepped up behind him.
“Get up and kneel on the seat.”
The chair was wide, deep seated, and sturdy, with arms and a high laddered back.
Palk grabbed his wrists and brought them to the top of the back of the chair. He tied each hand to the protruding finial, leaving Aled’s forehead braced against the back of the seat. Thenhe grabbed Aled’s ankles and tied them off too, leaving his ass exposed and his thighs apart.
Without another word or any warning, Palk spat and forced his cock in, pushing up against Aled’s asshole and drilling deep. It sent him into a moment of shock before the pain of the penetration hit and he gasped. There was no escape from the brutal pounding of Palk’s hips.
Aled set his teeth and forced himself to relax as Palk kept going, one hand twisting around his balls and cock and the other holding the damned knife against his throat. Eventually Palk climaxed and pulled out, leaving Aled shaking, his head braced against the back of the chair. His ass hurt, the stings of the knife tracks felt like a million cuts, and his cock was still hard.
He heard Palk unzipping something and forced himself to open his eyes. He wished he hadn’t when his peripheral vision caught sight of the crop Palk was now slapping against his hand.
Later, much later, he could no longer raise his head or stop himself from moaning. All he could smell was his own blood and Palk’s come and something far worse: the stench of his own fear. The thought of what Palk would do to him next was making him close to cracking and begging. Would Palk like it if he begged?
The ties on his wrists were cut and then those on his ankles, and he was pushed unceremoniously onto the floor. His ass protested as it hit the carpet. He could do nothing but stare up at the fully clothed Palk, who was considering him like a scientist with an abnormal specimen dish. Palk removed the ring from Aled’s mouth and tossed it onto the bed.
He shivered as Palk crouched down beside him and stroked the blade of the knife along the still-hard length of Aled’s cock.Palk’s face was curiously calm although his eyes were black, with a darkness that made Aled whimper like a child.
“I must congratulate you on your fortitude. Most males have come by now and I’ve had to punish them. The potion must’ve had an interesting effect on your human genes.”
Aled couldn’t look away from the sight of the knife moving over his throbbing flesh.
“Perhaps you are so engorged with blood that you can no longer find relief? Maybe if I cut into your cock . . .”
“No . . .” he whispered. “Please, sir . . . no.”
Palk smiled, and it was one of the most terrifying things Aled had ever seen. He glanced down at Aled’s cock, and light flicked off the blade as it turned.
Then Aled screamed.
Kai nodded at the security officer outside Palk’s door as he was let into the suite. He smelled blood and come and his gut tightened as he made his way through to Palk’s bedroom.
