Page 10 of Calculated Chaos

“Can you give me a word now? Remember, if you say the word, I’ll stop immediately.”

I scan my brain through the haze of overstimulation and nod as one comes to the front. “Broccoli.”

Blaze grins. “Broccoli?”

“I hate it.”

“That works.” He glances at Axel. “Would you feel better with your friend watching where he can see your face or from behind?”

My brow crinkles for a second. “Um… behind.”

Axel nods, returning to his seat on the other side of me. Blaze moves so close to me his breath warms my face.

“This is just a demonstration, Hollister. I won’t inflict any real pain or push you to a place you don’t want to go or aren’t ready for.”

“Got it.”

“Good. Now relax as best you can.”

I blow out another breath and nod. “I’m ready.”

I hear more than see as Blaze walks away, his heavy boots clomping on the concrete floor. Knowing Axel is close by helps me stay calm, but my legs are still shaking. My normal instinct to run from anything new or different is strong, pushing at me to say my safeword before anything even starts, but there’s another deeper, more primal part of me that keeps me planted where I’m at.

The sound of leather smacking against flesh reaches me and my heart rate kicks up just a touch. Blaze steps in front of me, holding a red object in his hand. It has a black handle with long strips of red leather hanging from it. He’s also wearing a mask now, with only his eyes, nose, and mouth showing.

“Anonymous play can make it easier in the beginning,” Blaze explains. “I also thought it might help since we’re both guys.”

I nod, but my throat is too dry to speak.

“This is a flogger,” Blaze continues. “The leather is very soft. It won’t hurt you.” He brushes the leather against my fingers. “See? Soft.”

Blaze steps behind me again, and the next sensation is a soft swat against my ass with the flogger. It almost feels like nothing through my clothing, and it only takes a second for my traitorous mind to imagine what it feels like on bare skin. Does it sting? I bet it stings, but there must be something pleasurable about that, or why would people do it?

“Are…” I pause to clear my throat. “Are people usually naked during this?”

Blaze chuckles, as if he knows exactly what’s happening in my head. “Naked or various levels of nudity.” He smacks my arm with the flogger, giving me a taste of what it would feel like on my ass, and a whole-body shiver runs through me. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“But maybe you’d like something with a little more bite to it.”

He’s gone before I can react to that statement. When he returns, I hear muffled conversation between him and Axel, and my chest tightens again, but this time, it’s not an unpleasant tightening. It’s… excitement more than fear.

Blaze swats me again, and this time, I feel it more acutely through my clothes. He appears in front of me, holding a long stick that appears to be made of leather too. “This is a riding crop.” Blaze slaps the crop hard on his palm, and I gasp. “Yeah,” he says, his voice rumbling deep. “That’s how it would sound on your skin.”

He’s gone again, but it’s only a moment before he swats me with it a second time. My brain is in chaos as my body reacts, my cock swelling slightly and my mouth dry as cotton. I don’t even know what to think.

Blaze presses into me from behind, his massive body easily covering mine, and as he whispers, his breath tickles my ear. “In this position, you could be fucked.”

“Bu-but I’m not gay.”

He chuckles. “A woman with a good strap-on could handle it too. Anal isn’t only for gay men.”

“Right.”

“I take it you’re a virgin.”

“No. Just because I don’t know much about bondage—”

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