by CJ Roberts
“Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, I have a special treat for all of you. Thanks to some dear friends, I have recently come into possession of a glorious new slave. He is raw and unbroken, but I am sure you can appreciate the novelty of seeing one so inexperienced.” He chuckled. “Alas, I have given the pleasure of mastering him to my long-time slave, Celia.”
A soft murmur of approval and applause rippled through the room. Caleb glanced at Rafiq, who seemed amused by Felipe’s antics. For Caleb’s part, he was somewhat reticent given Kitten’s reaction to seeing the blonde girl. He braced himself for whatever might come next. It was too late to leave the room.
“My Celia hails from Spain, and her English is very poor. I will be translating on her behalf and assisting. I hope you enjoy.” Felipe waved his hand and a door opened, revealing Celia, dressed in a tight, white leather corset, with matching stockings and shoes.
Caleb’s pants seemed tighter. Celia was a quintessential Spanish beauty. Her hair was jet black and her eyes were so dark, it would be easy for anyone to get lost in them. Her mouth had been painted a deep red to match the flower in her hair. Her skin was a milky expanse that would surely show every mark laid on it. Celia’s breasts were bare in the corset, and her tiny breasts were pale white against the deep raspberry color of her pebbled nipples. Beneath the corset she wore no panties, leaving her bare, pink flesh open to the scrutiny of prying eyes. She had been spanked earlier and the rounded globes of her ass showed it. Her stockings were white fishnet and created an alluring pattern as they hugged her thighs and legs. Her leather half-boots were small and dainty, with a tiny bit of lace at the top. Caleb had to give credit where it was due – Felipe’s slave was glorious. He was suddenly aching to see what she could do with her whip hand.
Next to his chair, Caleb noticed Kitten was also transfixed by Celia. He stroked her hair, silently content when she inclined toward him and rested her head against his knee. He did not neglect to notice she kept her hands dutifully in her lap.
There was a slight commotion as two men escorted the boy Caleb knew as Kid through the same door a few seconds later. Kid was obviously a man, no younger than eighteen, no older than twenty-three, but his face lent itself to a certain boyish quality that had obviously led to his nickname. Caleb had to agree it had been well chosen.
Kid entered the room blindfolded, bound, and gagged, but otherwise naked. A cursory evaluation showed he’d been beaten, but it wasn’t as bad as Caleb would have thought. Almost as if someone had intervened on his behalf before the boy ended up like his girlfriend. Caleb shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Something about the boy was off-putting to Caleb.
“He looks like you a bit,” said Rafiq.
“Fuck you,” Caleb said in English. Kitten’s head snapped up, but came back down to Caleb’s knee when he gently pressed.
Rafiq laughed, but offered no further comment.
Celia spoke her words with authority. “Put him on his knees and lock his wrists to his ankles.” As the men did as she asked, Felipe translated and the crowd clapped softly.
Kid noticeably trembled, but surprisingly, he did not struggle against the two men. Caleb wondered if he was naturally submissive, or if he’d been brutally reminded of the punishment for disobedience. He hoped it was the former. If the boy had anything to do with Kitten’s condition, Caleb would see to it he suffered – compliant or not.
“Take the gag out of his mouth,” Celia ordered. She sauntered over to Kid and ran her fingers through the boy’s shoulder-length hair, easing him into a false sense of security before she fisted the gold strands and snapped his head back.
“Fuck!” the boy yelled. He tried to pull out of Celia’s grasp, but she held him easily in her tight little fist. Caleb was impressed.
“Does it hurt, Slave?” she crooned. Laughter could be heard in the room.
The boy was silent. Behind his back, his fists clenched and his arms strained against the restraints he wore. Celia pulled harder, wrenching his head back in such a way his throat was completely exposed. “Yes…Celia,” he finally whispered.
Slowly, the soft music that had been playing began to fade until the room was stark in its silence. It drew the moment into sharper focus, each sound lending itself to an action. The room itself seemed to become a living thing, breathing, vibrating, and hungry. Even Caleb was not immune to the charm of one petite girl mastering someone twice her size.
“Very good, Slave.” Felipe’s voice was scarcely above a whisper when he translated Celia’s words. Caleb did not require the translation, but he could appreciate the way Felipe’s voice – low, but full of authority – drew the others in as they strained to hear every word.
Celia released Kid’s hair and he audibly sighed in relief. She stroked the gold strands for a few seconds. Her audience sighed in approval as they listened to Kid’s ragged breaths.
Caleb had always marveled at the way a person’s inability to see lowered their inhibitions sharply. Surely, Kid would be humiliated to know the sounds he was making were being heard and interpreted by a room full of people who lived for such things. Caleb was almost embarrassed for him, or perhaps he was only uncomfortable watching.
Slowly, seductively, Celia caressed the boy’s face, his neck, and his shoulders. She let herself take the time to coax him into desiring her. Kid could probably smell her perfume, nearly feel her nipple make contact with his face as she stood in front of him, touching him like a lover in a room full of strangers. When Celia pulled away, the boy nearly fell on his face chasing after the smell of her.
“She’s very good,” Rafiq suddenly whispered in a hushed tone. Caleb nodded in assent.
Celia quietly circled the room, finally coming upon a squat, round man wearing a cowboy hat and a bolero tie. She inclined her body toward him, rubbing her pert nipples across his chest sinuously. The man chuckled and leaned forward in an attempt to kiss Celia, but at the last second, she reached for the flogger in the man’s hand and sharply turned on her heel, slapping the man in the face with her hair.
The room erupted in laughter. “Damn it, Felipe,” said the man in a thick Texas drawl, “you are a lucky bastard. Go on, honey – you teach that boy a lesson.”
Celia smiled for the crowd and cheekily waved her flogger. “Put your face on the ground and lift your ass in the air,” she said.
Kid flinched and didn’t move to obey, even after Felipe translated. The crowd hissed in disapproval.
“No?” inquired Celia.
“Please,” Kid said with a whimper. And it was most definitely a whimper. “I’ve had enough. No more.”
Caleb shifted in his seat. He stroked Kitten’s hair again, and abruptly she shifted to sit between Caleb’s knees. Her head landed on his upper thigh and she pressed his hand to her ear.
“She’s quite bold, Caleb. I’m surprised you let her get away with things like that,” Rafiq quietly scolded.
“I told you, Rafiq, she is not herself. Stop acting as though you’ve never been lenient. I’ve seen you train. Even you have your moments.” With that, the subject was momentarily dropped.
“Enough? I’ve barely started,” simpered Celia. “And of course…” she said as she raised the flogger. She waited a moment, letting her audience share in Kid’s anticipation before she brought the flogger down across his chest. “You forgot to say, ‘please, Celia’.”
Kid groaned, biting hard on his lip as he attempted to rub his chest against his knees by doubling over.
Celia swished the flogger in the air and brought it back down across Kid’s back, and this time his groan was loud and open-mouthed. “Will you obey me?”
“Yes, Celia,” the boy said through gritted teeth. The crowd applauded.
Caleb chuckled to himself. Yes, it was good to be surrounded by his peers. The debilitating guilt he had been feeling lately was practically non-existent. It had evaporated and was replaced with a more familiar sentiment: lust.
Kitten’s head, resting on his thigh, was so
close to his dick he could almost feel her breath on it. He was tempted to take it out and make her suck it. He had yet to demand that particular act from her, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist forever. He’d fucked her ass, why not her mouth?
“Prove it, Slave, and lift that sexy ass in the air,” Celia purred.
Caleb heard the catch in the boy’s throat as he struggled to lower his head to the floor. He teetered on his knees before he finally managed the head-down-ass-up position Celia demanded. The crowd murmured, their excitement palpable.
Celia dragged the long, leather strands across the bare expanse of Kid’s flesh. Naked and tightly bound, Kid had no control over what was about to happen to him. His breathing was quick and ragged, and each breath moved his entire body. Celia gently flicked the tips of the flogger against Kid’s balls, which could be seen by those standing or sitting behind him. He hissed, writhing against the carpet as much as he could.
“Do you like that, Slave?”
“No, Celia.”
Another tap. “That’s not nice. Shall I hit you harder? Like a man?” The audience was positively giddy over that idea.
“No! No, Celia. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Kid pleaded.
Celia raised the flogger and whipped the boy harder, until he lost all control and sobbed into the carpet. “How was that, Slave? Hard enough?”
Kid could hardly breathe, let alone speak, but he struggled to get the words out anyway. “Yes…Celia.”
Caleb didn’t believe he was gay, or even bisexual. It was a subject he spent time exploring after he left his life as a whore behind, but he had to admit, Kid’s submission was compelling. Celia, also, was impressive in her approach.
“You’re doing so well, Slave. Just a little more and I’ll reward you,” Celia crooned.
Caleb listened, as did everyone else in the room, to Kid’s sobs catching in his chest. What Caleb didn’t expect was the answering sob coming from Kitten in his lap. “What’s wrong, Pet?” Caleb whispered. He traced the delicate shell of Kitten’s ear with his finger; she shivered.
“All of these people….” She trailed off.
The sound of the flogger slapping against naked flesh echoed through the room and was punctuated by Kid’s pained growl. Again and again the flogger fell against Kid’s increasingly-warming skin. With each stroke, he lost more and more of his bearing, until at last his muscles stopped bracing for the blows and he ceased to temper the sounds pouring out of him.
Caleb should abhor the spectacle. Somewhere in his mind he knew that watching someone essentially getting whipped should disgust him, but nothing could be further from the truth. Whippings excited him in a way not much else could. His mind replayed the evening he had whipped Kitten. She had struggled, cursed at him, lashed out at him physically, but in the end she had come apart at his hands. He hadn’t worried about her feelings then, and he felt he shouldn’t worry about her feelings now.
He leaned down and spoke to her. “You embarrassed me earlier. Should I strip you and return the favor in front of all these people?”
Kitten muffled a cry by pressing her mouth against his leg. She shook her head fervently. “No, Master,” she managed to say.
“I would certainly like to see that,” Rafiq interjected. “At the very least it would prove you haven’t gone completely soft.” Caleb spared a glance for his mentor and raised an eyebrow. “At least she’s addressing you properly.”
Caleb laughed, ignoring the way some of the other guests glared at him. He wasn’t interrupting Celia. She was much too focused to notice him, or anyone else who wasn’t the slave at her feet for that matter. “I would, but I know she isn’t ready. She’d only cause me more embarrassment.”
“Well then, perhaps you should allow me,” he said, in English.
Suddenly, uproar spread throughout the room and both Caleb and Rafiq craned their necks to see beyond the other guests blocking their view. Caleb gasped, and unwittingly, his lengthening cock brushed against Kitten’s cheek.
Celia, the exotic little vixen, had stepped into a harness, and jutting out from her bare pussy stood one of the largest dildos Caleb had ever seen. She let the crowd admire it, waiting for the noise to die down before she went any further.
Kid, still blindfolded, was rigid with apprehension. He was trying, unsuccessfully, to ball himself up tighter – as if he could crawl so deep inside himself he would disappear. All he succeeded in doing was building the collective lust of his voyeuristic audience.
“Push him back. I want him sitting on his heels,” Celia said, and the men eased the boy back.
Kid’s face was bright red and wet with tears. His chest, unlike his back, bore only one raised, red stripe from the flogger.
“Open your legs, Slave,” said Celia.
Kid sobbed harshly, his chest shaking with the effort, but he complied.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Slave. I think you’ve earned a gift.” Celia trailed the flogger slowly across Kid’s cock and balls. Kid’s breath stopped all together and didn’t return until after Celia had made a few passes with the soft leather.
Slowly, his cock began to stir, growing despite his shame and humiliation. Despite the fact his audience watched with bated breath for the moment Celia would unleash her dildo on him. Despite the fact he couldn’t possibly know what was going to happen next.
Celia continued to coax Kid’s erection, going so far as to lower herself to her knees and stroke him with her bare hand. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly caressed. He’d seemingly forgotten about the flogger, didn’t know about Celia’s cock, and his body swayed toward her slowly. Forward and back, following her fingers and whimpering when they didn’t come back fast enough to suit him.
“Greedy slave,” Celia said. “I’m greedy too, and I don’t think you’ve earned your present yet.” She stood and Kid held his breath again. Slowly, Celia put her plump nipple to Kid’s lips. It was brave, considering the boy could bite her, but Celia seemed unconcerned with such things. “Suck.”
Kid opened his mouth and accepted Celia’s nipple. He groaned, loud and unabashed. His cock jerked in midair. The pain seemed to be a memory to him as he latched on and suckled Celia in long, hungry pulls that had her gasping and pulling his mouth closer.
“Yes!” Celia yelled, and it required no translation on Felipe’s part. “Suck harder.”
Kid obliged, only pulling his mouth away to breathe and occasionally switch breasts, which Celia took great relish in.
Finally, the moment had arrived, and she forced Kid’s head away with a loud pop. Her nipples were bright red and fat from having been sucked so hard, but she didn’t seem to take notice or care. She grabbed her rubber cock and brought it to Kid’s mouth. “Now, suck this.”
Kid, obviously sensing something foreign, reared back and turned his head. “No, Celia. Please, no.”
Celia didn’t bother to respond. She raised the flogger and struck him across the chest with so much force, there was a collective wince in the room. Kid tried to double over, but the men held him up.
Caleb wondered what it would be like to let a woman whip him. Aside from Rafiq, no one had dared strike him and lived after Tehran. Yes, Rafiq had punished him in the very early years, when Caleb still needed it to remind him he had survived. It had been well over a decade since Caleb had been on the submissive end of any encounter.
“Suck it!” Celia repeated. This time, Kid opened his mouth and let Celia fuck his mouth with the enormous phallus.
The room was filled with the occasional chuckle whenever Kid choked, but even then, they were apparent in their lust. A look around the room would reveal some of the masters had decided to make use of their slaves’ mouths, mimicking Celia’s movements and thrusting their very real cocks into the ravenous mouths of the slaves at their feet.
Caleb looked down at Kitten. She had abandoned her quest to not see or hear what was happening around her and was openly watching as others fornicated around her. Ca
leb reached for her hand and gently pressed it against his erection. His cock leapt when her wide eyes darted to his. He expected her to try and snatch her hand away, but he felt her fingers tighten around him through the fabric of his pants.
“She seems to like you just fine. It must be me she doesn’t care for,” said Rafiq, rather wryly.
“Unlike some, she has taste,” Caleb countered. He slowly lifted his hips and pressed deeper into Kitten’s hand. He remembered the shower, the way she had eagerly wanted to please him. He wanted that again. He wanted Livvie. The thought jolted him back into the moment, and he stilled Kitten’s hand on his erection. She looked up at him.
Did I do something wrong? Her eyes asked. Caleb shook his head, but drew her hand away.
“Shy, Caleb? Really? You of all people,” said Rafiq, mocking.
“Fuck you,” Caleb said. He sounded pleased.
“Let him loose,” Celia said, once again drawing both him and Rafiq back to the scene in before them. As the men worked to unbind Kid, Celia shimmied out of her strap-on and seemed to brace herself.
The room was tense as Kid eagerly tried to get loose even faster. Still, once he was free of the locks, he remained on his knees and blindfolded in front of Celia. His cock was still hard, which was impressive given the circumstances.
“Do you think you were good, Slave?” Celia’s voice had dropped to a whisper that Felipe mimicked as well as he could.
“Yes, Celia?” replied Kid.
“I agree. You were very good, for your first time. Would you like to fuck me?” Kid jolted when Felipe repeated the words for him to understand, and though he didn’t seem capable of rendering a verbal response, the crowd witnessed his cock bobbing up and down as it filled completely. Precome wept copiously from the tip. “Well, Slave. Do you want to fuck me or not?”
Kid nodded and stammered through his reply. “Y-y-yes, Celia.”
Celia stepped in front of Kid and lifted his arms to put them around her. Kid let out a needy sound and greedily mauled the flesh offered to him. “Then fuck me,” Celia said.
