Page 40 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Move your feet together,” he commanded when my ankles were free.

My teeth were going to be chalk by the time this was done. I eased my legs together, grunting as the weight dragged those damn spikes into my balls. It felt as though they’d punctured the skin, but I knew they hadn’t. That wasn’t their intent. The pain was the goal, the constant pin-prick-like stabs to my most sensitive area, sure. Not blood.

Standing tall allowed some of the strain on my shoulders to ease. I flexed my hands, then gripped the chains, trying to relieve the tension. Zeke didn’t miss the movement, his eyes shooting up to my hands, then down to my face. He must’ve approved of what he saw, because he turned to Case.

“Move back against the wall. I expect you to watch.”

“Yes, Zeke.” There was a grunt to follow Case’s words as he stepped back out of the way. I could imagine it felt as though he was dragging his balls on the ground.

When the submissive scurried off and Case was out of the strike zone, Zeke gripped the tails of his whip, dragging them through his big fist as he moved closer. His eyes were fixed on me and only me. The intensity I saw there had my breath halting in my lungs.

“Five,” he told me. “That’s what I expect you to take.”

Five licks with that thing? Fuck. That seemed like a million at this point.

When Zeke had played with Case, he’d dished out twelve before Case came. He was going easy on me.

Zeke came to stand directly in front of me. I tilted my head back to look into his eyes.

“Five, cowboy.” His voice was low enough I doubted anyone else heard him. “You survive that, you will go home with me and be wearing my collar by the end of the night. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Zeke.” My voice trembled because the excruciating pain continued to flood my system. My balls felt as though they were dragging on the floor, seconds away from being ripped from my body. Yet my mind was now on the potential of being collared by this man. A strange feeling filled my chest. As though there was some sort of light on the inside, daring to come out.

“After five, you have my permission to come.”

“Yes, Zeke.” I wasn’t sure that was even possible with the torture apparatus on my balls, but there was no time to contemplate that because he disappeared behind me.

The audience was focused on me, a few shifting, probably to get a better view of those fucking tails licking my skin. I tried to relax, knowing the tension in my muscles would only make it worse. I remembered the first time I’d been flogged. The pain had been minimal compared to what I’d expected.

I doubted that was going to be the case now.

The deep throb of the music warred with the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. I waited, no way to see what Zeke was doing or when he was going to—

“Fuck!” I cried out as those wicked tails snapped against me. It felt as though the skin had been ripped away, the fires of Hell having nothing on the agony that lanced me. I breathed through it, my cock throbbing despite the pain. Or maybe because of it. I didn’t know at this point.

I thought I was ready for the next one, but it took me by surprise, coming far sooner than I anticipated. I jerked, my balls swinging, the spikes and the weight making my eyes water.

When the next one came, it wasn’t quite as intense. I figured that was due to the shock, the weird feeling that overtook me. Like I was floating above myself. I shifted forward, groaning from the torture. It morphed into one fireball of agony that seemed to bloom over my entire body.

The fourth one caused my arms to weaken, my hands releasing the grip on the chain. And the fifth came right after. My brain registered the number, my cock swelled, my balls drew up tight, and I came in a rush that was so fucking painful I would’ve fallen to the floor had I not been held up by the cuffs around my wrists.

“Release him!” Zeke yelled, his voice a dull roar in my ears.

The next thing I knew, two submissives—big men I didn’t know—came forward. With a strange sense of urgency, they freed me, then bore my weight on their bodies, broad shoulders tucking beneath my arms.

Zeke appeared before me. “You did good, cowboy.”

His praise didn’t lessen the intense sensations stabbing into me, but it was more than I expected.

“Thank you, Zeke.”

When Zeke moved away, I was vaguely aware of a submissive wearing rubber gloves rushing forward with a towel and spray bottle filled with some sort of cleaner. The mess I made was quickly cleaned, and then Mistress Jane was coming forward, her hand dipping down between my legs. In an instant, my balls were freed, and air slammed into my lungs as the pain reversed, only to transform into something equally fierce, the spikes dislodging from my tender skin. Mistress Jane offered a nod behind me before she turned.

With the submissives’ help, I put one foot in front of the other. And as they led me into one of the private aftercare rooms, I found that I was smiling, the euphoric feeling taking over.

It was the first time I’d ever experienced a high quite like that. And it had me wondering just what I’d been missing out on.

More importantly, just what I was getting myself into.