The Underdogs Box Set - Books 1-3 (gay rockstar romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  Sid turned around. “You like seeing me like this?”

  Asher grinned and put his hand over Sid’s throat. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he whispered and reached into a fabric bag that lay on the chair. Yet another piece of rubber appeared. But when Sid recognized the rounded shape, and the holes for the eyes and the mouth, his entire body pulsed with heat.

  The collar of the jacket was only that, a part of the garment, but it still felt like an actual slave collar when Asher put his hand over it. “What’s that?” he rasped, looking at the latex, but he knew the answer, and it was rattling him already. A latex hood.

  Asher licked his lips and put his hand into the hood, to show it in more detail. It was very simple and basic, and yet the perspective of having it on had Sid’s insides cooking with a mixture of dread and arousal.

  “I want to introduce you to someone. This will protect your identity.”

  Sid’s eyes went wider. “A…another person? You’ve invited another person?” He tensed, and that only made the latex feel tighter, but Asher was already covering his head with the black hood.

  “I did,” he said, meeting Sid’s gaze head-on. “I’ve known him for a while, and he’s here to teach me a few things. He was the one to set up the dungeon for me. I promise you’re safe.”

  And weirdly enough, that was all Sid needed to know to stop freaking out. He nodded slowly. What could it possibly be that Asher wanted to learn from someone? Needle play?

  Asher moved behind Sid to lace up the back of the mask, and even though it didn’t actually constrict him in any way, he felt even more confined.

  The latex clung tightly to his body, making him feel hot despite the AC cooling down the Californian September, but he stood still, wanting to obey Asher’s will and follow wherever he wanted to lead.

  “You can safeword if you don’t like it,” Asher said, rubbing Sid’s exposed nipple.

  Sid took a deep breath. “I like it.” Just wearing this kind of stuff was pulling him into a different headspace. One where resistance was futile.

  The bit gag was the finishing touch. Restrained, denied words and even his own identity, Sid was at Asher’s mercy. He briefly wondered whether Asher would remove his swimming trunks, but they were still on by the time they left the safe walls of the main house and headed for the dungeon.

  He couldn’t wait to have that last bit of protection stripped away. Once they walked into the sunshine, everything felt more intense. The warm stone under his bare feet, the heat hitting the black latex, and Asher’s firm hold on his arm. Helpless and bound, he was being led to a man he didn’t know, to do things he hadn’t been informed about. Sure, Asher knew what Sid liked and wanted, but there were so many things they could still explore, that Sid just had to put his trust in Asher.

  Even though he knew Asher didn’t keep any staff at the house, and those who worked here typically finished in the early afternoon, Sid was still self-conscious about walking out in the open in an outfit so obviously meant for sex, obscenely half-naked, but he kept his shame in check and put one foot before the other, just the way Asher wanted him to.

  The cottage seemed so inconspicuous as it emerged from beyond the bushes, but they both knew what sensations it offered and approaching it felt like stepping into a different world.

  Asher opened the door and led Sid in. The world spun somewhat when they crossed the threshold and entered the dungeon.

  A man faced away from them, his back muscles bulging above the waistband of leather pants. Sid’s stomach cramped with nerves when he realized just how used to Asher’s touch he got. Just how well he knew it. How would it feel to be touched by someone else?

  He let out a tiny whine through the gag, and it made the guy turn around. Older, bald, and with a chest bulging under a simple leather harness, he instantly commanded attention and Sid took half a step back, bumping into Asher.

  A sly grin twisted the stranger’s handsome yet menacing face. “Is that the little lamb you were talking about?”

  His energy was completely different from Asher’s. As a Dominant, he was much more obvious, bigger, his muscles more exaggerated, features more pronounced than Asher’s movie-worthy face. It was the kind of guy you might expect to see in a professional BDSM video, while Asher’s power lay in his inconspicuous looks combined with unexpected cruelty.

  The firm hand squeezed over Sid’s nape, and his foot pushed on the back of Sid’s knee, just firmly enough to be an order rather than violence.

  Sid went down without complaint, but he loved how the straitjacket and the gag helped him do so by creating a sense of vulnerability. The bondage instantly pushed him into a headspace where there was no other option but to obey.

  The stranger walked up to them slowly and ran his fingers over the top of the tight latex hood. “I do like fresh meat.”

  The touch was gentle still, and Sid glanced into the grinning face. The man patted his cheek through the hood, as if Sid were a dog. “I’m Buck, and I’m going to enjoy this, slave.”

  Asher pushed his foot between Sid’s shoulder blades, forcing him to bow so deep his forehead touched the floor.

  Sid whined but followed the silent order without question. The new man made him nervous, but somehow Asher’s presence provided safety even if Buck was super-sized.

  He was so stiff and overwhelmed he hadn’t noticed Buck attaching a long strap of thick leather to the ring on Sid’s collar until he felt the pull. Buck forced Sid his way as he stood, but he moved so fast Sid fell and got dragged over the bare floor. It stung, and he let out a hiss, twisting back to his knees as the two Doms looked on.

  “Pathetic. Where did you get him?” Buck asked, suddenly tugging so hard he toppled Sid over once more.

  “A stray. Now I wonder if he’s worth the effort.”

  Sid’s breath quickened. Shit was getting real. Only now that Sid had more brainpower to notice that some of the equipment had been moved, making more room in the center of the dungeon, where a thick steel ring had been attached to the floor, and that was where they were headed.

  Buck grinned. “So we can keep him here? No one will come looking for him or miss him?”

  Sid, who was struggling back to his knees, stiffened when Asher placed his shoe on the small of his back, as if it were a footstool.

  “I doubt anyone would want him back. No one’s gonna notice if he disappears forever. And we could still have some use of him.” With those words, Asher unceremoniously pulled Sid’s swimming trunks down and forced him to wiggle out of them completely.

  As soon as he was naked, except for the latex, Sid pressed his thighs together, feeling strangely small yet already beyond aroused. He’d be used and hurt by not one but two men who cared nothing for him.

  Even though they surely did. But his mind was already believing the words and reacting to them.

  Buck laughed. “Does he think he’ll have any modesty left when we’re done with him?”

  Asher’s looming presence was no less menacing than Buck’s when he stood over Sid and kicked his thighs apart. His eyes held a cold glint despite the unmistakable flush of arousal on his cheeks.

  “You can’t run anymore,” he said, and the clang of metal from Buck’s direction sounded like confirmation of that statement.

  Sid frantically looked back, only to see the other end of the leash attached to the steel ring that stuck out from the floor. He pulled with his neck just to check how sturdy it was, and the thing didn’t budge. He was bound to it like an animal on a leash. Drool dripped from the side of his lips, and he let out a whine of protest.

  Buck slapped his face hard. “I wasn’t asking for your opinion.”

  Asher walked off, leaving Sid with the unfamiliar brute, and when Sid glanced his way, Asher wasn’t even watching him, too busy with some kind of box on the counter.

  He yelped when Buck’s huge paw reached between Sid’s legs, grabbing his dick in a firm grip. “You have no idea what we have in store for you.” He leaned d
own to look into Sid’s eyes as his thick fingers toyed with Sid’s balls. “From now on, you are just a sack of meat, and we will pull you apart.”

  “I think we should soften the meat first,” Asher said, slowly turning around with an elongated wand. Blood throbbed through Sid like rapids, filling his groin and yet making his limbs shake at the same time.

  It was a cattle-shocking rod, and its low buzz filled the air with such intensity it felt as if even the floor were trembling. He’d seen videos of this, read about electro-play, and fantasized about it, but here it was, coming for him in person, and all of a sudden he wasn’t a badass, but a timid boy unsure if he wanted what the man approaching him was happy to give.

  This was probably why Asher involved another man. Sid had no doubt Buck had experience with this. When Buck let him go, Sid started crawling away on his knees to the other side of the room, but there was only so far he could go with the leash attached to the floor.

  The buzz of electricity sent him into a frenzy of anticipation, and his arms got sweaty under the latex.

  He wanted this.

  He didn’t want it.

  He couldn’t make up his mind, but his cock was rigid and throbbing already.

  Buck laughed and grabbed a simple leather riding crop from the wall of implements. “You won’t be going far,” he said and smacked the side of Sid’s ass.

  Sid rolled away from the touch, half-crawling, half-falling as far away as the leash allowed him, but the menacing thud of Asher’s shoes was making him sweat and whine into the gag. His brain no longer had any other function other than avoiding pain, but with Buck coming from the other side, Sid rushed right back, toward the other end of the room. The sudden jolt of electricity against his rib made him stumble.

  It was a lightning bolt spreading through his nerves like wildfire and making him forget his name. He screamed into the gag, but any safewording was out of the question. This was just the intensity he craved.

  “Aren’t you a lively one.” Buck approached, and all Sid could think of was avoiding him, so he crawled forward through the pain. “Give him another one, Asher. Looks like he can take it.”

  Sid rolled away, gasping for air through his nose while saliva dribbled down his chin. He was a trapped animal about to be slaughtered, and there was no way out. The jolt of pain to his buttock had him pressing his hips to the floor in a useless attempt to flee the shocks, but they only moved on to his thigh.

  “I bet he’ll be juicy once we’re done with him,” Asher said.

  His senses went into overdrive, his only focus on breathing and attempting to avoid another jolt of electricity that made his muscles spasm, but it was no use. When he crawled in circles, desperate to get away, the two men followed him, and whenever he stopped, Asher delivered a jolt of electricity to his helpless body as if to prod him forward again.

  His mind was a frenzied blur between fantasy and reality, but whenever he was able to tell the wall from the floor, he reminded himself that he could end this at any moment. He chose not to.

  At some point, his muscles were so drained he no longer could move and just dropped to the floor, shaking at the electrified touch of the wand. His head was spinning, and he whined shamelessly, only opening his eyes when two strong hands curled around his ankles and dragged him across the floor.

  He yelped in surprise, but with his hands in the straitjacket, there wasn’t much he could do. He really was a piece of meat to be toyed with. But when for a moment his eyes met Asher’s, he forgot all about the pain still rolling through his muscles and reveled in the excitement in Asher’s gaze.

  Yes, he wanted to say, I submit to you. You can own me if you only wish to.

  But the electrifying connection was broken the moment Buck replaced his firm hands with thick cuffs around Sid’s ankles. He tried to kick back, but Asher dove in and pulled Sid back against him, twisting his nipple roughly with two fingers.

  “Stop resisting. There is no escape from this!”

  Sid cried out, giving up even though his muscles still shivered, and his dazed, sweaty body hardly knew what was going on. With his ankles bound, his movement was yet more constrained, leaving him at the mercy of these two men.

  And he was free to enjoy that, because he trusted Asher to never hurt him in a way he didn’t want.

  Buck worked proficiently, as if he’d done this many times before. In the end, the cuffs were attached to a belt around Sid’s hips and his straitjacket. When Buck stood and moved thick rope through a hook in the middle of a scaffolding of thick steel, Sid knew exactly what was to happen next, and he pushed back into Asher’s chest.

  “Shut up,” Asher scolded him and pulled away, rolling Sid over to his stomach.

  Inch by inch, Buck was lifting him off the floor no matter how loudly Sid whined. Gravity pushed blood down his body, but being hung up meant he was in no way able to escape. He got lightheaded from that thought alone. There would be no crawling, no wiggling around, only merciless air.

  He watched Asher and Buck from his upside down position and groaned his unintelligible complaint through the gag only to get a harsh slap to his ass from Buck.

  The man rubbed his massive palms together. “Now this will be fun.”

  “Not too comfortable?” Asher whispered, but even when so quiet, his voice traveled all the way down Sid’s spine. He smirked and cruelly slapped Sid’s cock, making it wiggle like a puppet. The sudden pain made Sid’s body contract and thrash in the air. He heard his own howl before he realized he’d made the sound.

  The buzz of the prod started again, sending Sid’s mind in a spin, but when the shock connected to his skin, there wasn’t anything else to do but scream. Hanging from the ceiling, he was so completely and utterly helpless with both excitement and fear entwined in his body as if they were one.

  “I think he’s definitely too comfortable, and we need that hard-on to go away,” Buck said and spun Sid around to his side when he passed Asher a steel pinwheel with needles that glinted menacingly. He’d seen this kind of play, and as a kid stole a similar implement from his mother who’d used it to fight cellulite, but he’d only ever tried it on his arms and legs, whereas Asher’s gaze most definitely focused on Sid’s dick.

  Air was too much. Sid’s lungs contracted, and he twisted in his prison until his body started to swing around, all stiff with panic. He screamed out when Buck delivered a firm slap to his ass, only to grab his hips and stop him from moving.

  “Go on, tenderize it,” he said with glee when Asher tugged on Sid’s ball sac.

  Too afraid to move, Sid went rigid, focusing on breathing and not going crazy despite being hung from the ceiling in a latex straitjacket. He didn’t even blink watching Asher move the pinwheel to the tender skin of his balls. He sobbed in fear even before the steel touched him, but even when it did, Asher was only testing the waters with the touch.

  Buck encouraged Asher. “Go on, press it down harder. He’s not going to die, even if he thinks so.”

  There was hesitation in Asher’s movements, but when instead of pain, Sid felt a gentle touch on his cock, it was like having hot water poured over a cold limb. He twitched, but his murmur turned into a muffled scream when the tiny spikes dug into the tender flesh of his sac.

  “Take your time as you turn it,” Buck said as if through a wall made of pain and arousal. Painful arousal? Sid didn’t even know anymore, but the wheel of needles turned over his balls on Asher’s accord, and he still didn’t safeword, giving up control to Asher.

  The touch to his cock made the agony confusing, and he was a sobbing mess once Asher finally took the torture device away.

  “Good boy,” Buck patted Sid’s ass as if he were a dog.

  Sid had never been into the whole obedience ‘good boy’/’Sir’ thing, but right now, after surviving the ordeal, he felt weirdly grateful for the praise.

  Asher slowly sank lower to face Sid. It was such an odd feeling to see him upside down, with that mean yet aroused grin. He sl
apped Sid’s cheek a few times and looked up, as though exchanging some secret message with Buck.

  “Ready for the end? It might come at any moment,” he said in a voice that was horrifyingly calm, as if it managed to suck out any other noise.

  Sid whimpered for mercy, but it wouldn’t come. Buck passed Asher a roll of wide tape, and once Asher extended it in front of Sid’s eyes, that was that. Asher turned the world dark, taking away any illusion of control. Asher wrapped the bondage tape around Sid’s head three times, and pulled away, leaving Sid hanging. Literally.

  The hum of the electric wand filled the air, creating static that danced on Sid’s skin. It moved somewhere around him, and for once, without the possibility of seeing where it was, Sid could feel every brush of air against his skin.

  He breathed hard, his saliva dripped to the floor. He was stuck in this moment of anticipation as if time stopped moving. These electric shocks weren’t as vicious as from the prod, but just as startling when delivered to his most sensitive parts.

  The static would trail up and down his leg, and drowned in darkness, Sid couldn’t see where it would go, but the constant buzz reminded him things wouldn’t end any time soon. The snaps to his inner thighs made his body tense with attention, but it was the shock delivered to the tip of his dick that made him howl, thrash and beg through the gag. If that wasn’t enough, strong hands turned him, parted his buttocks and another jolt of electricity cruelly sparked over the delicate skin between his balls and asshole.

  He sobbed into the blindfold, shaking from the pain, but no one had mercy for him.

  “Last one,” Asher whispered, but rather than being soothing, it was as if he wanted Sid to know more pain was coming.

  The shock to the skin between Sid’s buttocks was excruciating, and his entire body jerked in the air. No one had ever managed to take him to this place with pain and fear. He wasn’t even sure what was happening when gravity shifted again, and he was lowered back to the floor. Sid was still shaking and trapped in his own mind when the two men whispered something to each other.