Page 84 of Fourplay & Fatalities

“Words, Lois.”

“Yes,” Zane managed breathlessly. “I understand.”

Avi stepped forward, a camera in one hand and a gleaming medical tray in another. Zane’s already pounding heart kicked into double time like when Asa chased him through the woods. It was the same feeling, something between abject terror and exhilaration. Was it possible to die from this feeling? If it were, Asa would have killed him long ago.

Avi handed the metal tray to Asa, who set it beside him, checking the straps at Zane’s hips and the metal cuffs around his ankles, ensuring they were tight enough to contain him but not tight enough to constrict.

They were really doing this.

An involuntary keening sound escaped, but Zane couldn’t help it. He was scared. That was part of the allure. But it was like his body wasn’t getting the message that his brain had agreed to this.

Felix stroked him, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “You’re okay, baby. I’m here. We’ve got you.”

Zane shuddered. They had him. They always had him. Now that Asa had relieved Avi of the tray, he adjusted the camera in his hands, moving in close. “You look so fucking hot like this, Zaney. I can’t wait for you to see yourself the way we do.”

The way they do.

What would that look like? Slow pan. No filters. Just real-time submission. That was what Avi had said when he’d begged to film this.

When he stepped closer, like he was zooming in, that was when Zane saw his eyes. He sucked in a breath. Avi’s pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving almost as much as Zane’s.

Asa stood at Zane’s side, muscles gleaming in the light, jaw tense with restraint. Looking at the tray filled Zane with a sensation he couldn’t define. More than butterflies. Less than bees. The instruments on the tray were cold, gleaming, surgical. Eight—eight—sizes of stainless-steel Hegar sounds were all lined up like a threat, shining in a shallow pool of sterile lube.

Asa’s fingers danced over each one, like he was trying to decide which one to choose. Zane whimpered, his hands clawing blindly behind him until Felix caught them in his own and laced their fingers together.

“Shh,” Felix soothed. “You’re okay. Color?”

“Green,” Zane whispered, voice trembling.

Asa licked his lips, finally meeting Zane’s gaze. Another ripple of unease shivered through him at the expression on Asa’s face. It made Zane’s stomach swoop like he was in zero gravity, like he was in a jet shooting up into the sky.

“Just remember, Lois, you asked for this," Asa murmured, dipping a sound into the lube like he was dipping a knife in poison. “Begged, even…” His tone was light, conversational. Taunting. Zane’s cock, already hard from nothing but anticipation, twitched against his belly. “Last chance? Are you positive you want this?”

Zane nodded, his head pressing back into Felix’s flat belly as his whole body flexed involuntarily. “Want it. Want everything. Whatever you’ll give me. Please.”

Asa huffed out a laugh, a near feral grin sliding across his handsome face, ratcheting Zane’s anxiety a few notches higher. Where did the fear scale end? How high could he go before his body gave out?

“Good boy,” Asa said, tongue curling around the words in a way that made Zane’s cock throb.

It wasn’t so much praise as it was a warning.

Asa turned to him then. Another whimper escaped before Zane could snap his jaw shut, something akin to the sound a cornered animal might make when approached.

“Shh,” Felix crooned. “Relax your jaw. Open up.”

When Zane complied, Felix slipped three fingers between his chapped lips, rubbing the pads across his tongue. At first, he thought Felix was trying to silence him, but then he realized he was giving him something else to focus on.

“Suck, baby,” Felix murmured. “Pretend it’s my dick.”

Zane moaned, sucking greedily, tongue probing between his fingers, the sounds obscene in the silence. Fuck, that was hot. Would the video show how obedient he was? How desperate he looked? How scared?

“Fuck, good boy,” Felix gasped, shifting beneath him. “Breathe for me. In…and out. In…and out.”

Zane watched as Felix exchanged glances with Asa, the two communicating without words. Then the first sound touched the head of Zane’s cock, just resting there. The temperature difference made him flinch, breath hitching around Felix’s fingers.

Asa leaned over him, voice like a scalpel. “Tell me your color.”

“Green.” It came out thin, but certain.