by Addison Cain
“Yes, I got paid for the pleasure of my company, but it very rarely ever ended in sex. I would only ever do it when I could tell that the person I was with was really lonely. And even then, I felt dirty for giving in just because I felt bad for them.” Stone lets out an amused laugh. “I will tell you though, that I’ve learned my lesson this time and I’ll never fuck someone out of pity again.”
“Did you and Lowell… um.” I’m wringing my hands again unable to say the word ‘fuck’ for some reason, to which Stone chuckles.
“Yes. We did. Just one time, though. I don’t discriminate, you know? A hole is a hole, and I’ll fuck anyone once, but after we were done, he got really quiet and kinda scary. Anyway, that’s a story for another day that I’ll hold on to, because I firmly believe that if we work together, we’ll be able to walk out of here.”
Stone clears his throat. “I hope that doesn’t deter you. If you still want to, I mean.”
I raise an eyebrow at the form sitting before me, firmly planted on the ground, and wonder what he thinks of me that I’d not want to fuck him only because he’s had sex with another man.
“I’m not shallow, but I’m not exactly in the mood for this right now,” I snap at him. I bite my lip and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just scared.”
“It’s okay. That goes away eventually too,” he replies with a knowing chuckle. “Anyway, we should probably either pretend we’ve fucked or get to it because he’ll be back soon to check on us, if he’s not already here.”
“What?” I ask, turning my head. And he is here. I can see his form sitting on the edge of the stairs again, watching us silently, but for how long? Does he know that we want our freedom? Does he know that we’re willing to bond together to get out of this place?
“I dropped the fork,” Lowell says quietly.
I clear my throat and move away from Stone on all fours, my hands blindly swiping at the dirty ground, attempting to find the fork. Maybe if I help him with something as menial as this, he’ll see that I’m not a bad person regardless of what I’ve chosen to do with my life.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says sharply. I rear back onto the heels of my boots and bite my lip. He sounds angry which means he’s more than likely heard most, if not all, of our clumsy planning.
The wooden stair creaks under Lowell’s weight as he moves away from it and I silently curse myself for not having noticed it when he came back down. Stone’s chains rub quietly together and I can already tell that he’s going to be of no help to me if I make a move against our master.
Lowell’s footsteps are quick and dull on the floor as he walks past me and illuminates the room with the moonlight that Stone had provided for us only a few moments before. I turn toward him and notice he’s watching my face carefully. I steal a glance at Stone who’s got one leg folded underneath him and his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing Lowell dangerously, a slight snarl on his lips.
It’s the animal that he’s meant to be—I can see it now, how quickly he changes his disposition in the presence of this dangerous man and how he plays up what he’s been molded into.
“Earn your money, whore,” Lowell says, nodding his head toward Stone. His eyes haven’t left me and I know that his words, as demeaning as they now seem, are meant to be taken seriously.
A single tear rolls down my cheek, because even with these two men in the room with me, I’ve never felt so alone before.
Lowering my head slightly, I wipe the tear away before I turn my eyes toward Stone. He’s still sneering, but it’s no longer aimed toward Lowell, and I can see the contempt he has for me because I’ve shown fear in a moment of weakness.
Lowell reaches down and grabs me roughly by the arm and begins to drag me toward Stone, tossing me into him when we’re close enough, then walking back to the stairs to get comfortable.
He’s here for the show and we’re the players in a wicked game that we foolishly volunteered for. We fell for the ruse, and now we must do as we’re told for his pleasure.
No. For the money I was so sure that I desperately needed.
Stone’s strong hands gently grip my arms as he attempts to steady me on my knees. I can feel the warmth of his breath so close to my cheek as he leans down and whispers to me that he’ll be quick. That I shouldn’t worry or be afraid because he doesn’t want to hurt me and he’ll do his best not to.
“Ready?” he asks softly, as he pushes my hair away from my face. I look up into his beautiful, damaged face and nod.
Stone shifts his weight as he gets to his knees and gently lowers me onto my back. He lets his hands softly run down my body, exploring as much as he can but not for our pleasure. It’s for the eyes of the bastard watching ever so carefully and waiting for his proverbial monkeys to start dancing.
Stone places his lips gently on my neck and my body begins to react almost immediately. I can feel my cunt becoming swollen and damp, ready for him to do what he must to see us through this night.
His hand slides gently between my legs, prying my thighs apart, as he kisses my neck again. It’s almost as if he cares about me and I have to be careful not to get lost in another lie. He moves his body on top of mine, lowering the weight of himself on top of me, as he brings his lips to mine and kisses me with a ferocious hunger.
I don’t know how to tell them that I charge extra for kissing, but somehow I don’t feel that this is the time for that, and instead I reach for his head and grip his hair tightly in my hands. I pull him away for a moment—I want to see the want in his eyes, the need, before I decide I’ll go through this. Even now, I want to feel like I’m wanted or I’ll shut down and he’ll be fucking a damn near corpse in my place.
He’s breathing heavily now, and behind us somewhere, I can hear the sound of Lowell unzipping his pants. I close my eyes tightly before I open them again and pull his face down to mine. If Stone is playing this as a charade, he’s doing enough of a damn good job that Lowell is buying it.
I’ll have to dance to keep us alive.
“It’s okay. Fuck me,” I whisper into his mouth.
And that’s all it takes. A simple reassurance that everything will be okay and that the sun will rise tomorrow for him to slide his disfigured cock inside of me.
Stones pushes deep inside of me and my warm, wet cunt hugs his cock tightly as he begins to fuck me passionately. A loud moan escapes from my lips as I dig my fingers into his scarred back. He reaches a hand up and tears away the fabric of my shirt, exposing my breasts, beginning to suckle as he continues to fuck me.
Lowell’s breathing has changed. It’s catching in his throat as he rubs his cock, his eyes ever on us. Watching as Stone has his way with me. In one moment, I’m on my back, eyes closed and lost in the rapture of the man on top of me, in the next I’m on my hands and knees as he grips my hips and enters me from behind.
“Holy shit,” he breathes in a thick voice as my tits bounce back and forth to the vicious rhythm that Stone has set for us. Our master gets to his feet and walks quickly toward us. I can hear Stone grunt for a moment as he’s jerked back and then the sounds of his slick tongue on Lowell’s dick.
He gags him at first and Stone almost loses his grip on me, but he begins to push into my hole again once he’s been properly introduced to the devious serenade. I can feel my release coming and my fingers begin to dig into the ground, grasping nothing more than dirt and air as Stone quickens his pace.
“Fuck.”
Lowell breathes out shakily and drops down to one knee. He’s finished and it’s up to us now to bring the encore to an end. But as I see his heaving body shaking next to my hands, I begin to lose sight of what my body wants.
Stone must sense it because he reaches forward, pulls my hair back, arching me toward him, and presses his sloppy, cum soaked lips against mine. I let myself savor the last few moments of Stone fucking me, the taste of Lowell on my mouth, as he slams into me one last time, filling me with his cum.
When he lets go of my hair, I fall forward onto my hands again and attempt to catch my breath. Nothing about what I’ve just done is worth any amount of money, but it is worth my life.
Stone gently pulls himself out of me and gives me a gentle shove away as his chains slide on the floor. He’s receding back into his dark corner now, hoping that we’ve pleased our captor, and I can’t help but find myself wishing he wasn’t so eager to get rid of me.
Lowell lets out a chuckle as he finally gets to his feet and zips his pants back up. I stay where I am, cum dripping out of my exposed hole, still on all fours waiting for his next command.
But there is none.
Instead, he fixes the rag back over the window and leaves us in the darkness; his boots echoing on their way back up the stairs and the door slamming on the first night in Hell.
When I wake up the next day, I’m not sure if it’s light or dark outside. It seems that while myself and Stone slept, Lowell had come down and done some renovations to the cellar. The curtain has been replaced by some piece of heavy wood, Stone has been restricted further in his place—bracelets of steel with another set of chains looped through them adorn his wrists, and yet I’m still free to move about.
I know it won’t last for long, because that’s not the point of this. I didn’t think the point would be to fuck someone other than Lowell, so it wouldn’t surprise me if I’m in for another day or evening of mind games.
“I was wondering when you would wake up,” Stone’s groggy voice says in the darkness.
I don’t reply; not right away because after the way he shoved me when he was done fucking me, I don’t feel that he’s earned the company of my words again.
“We talked about you, you know,” he says conversationally. I stop trying to pry the wooden panel away from the window and walk toward the stairs. Would it be too much to hope that maybe the door isn’t locked? Should I even dare to attempt to find out?
I set a foot uncertainly on the bottom step, but almost immediately pull back. This could be another trick—a test—and I won’t play for anything he isn’t willing to compensate me for.
“Don’t you want to know what we said?” Stone asks curiously. “Or at least what he said?”
I shake my head even though I know he can’t see my response, but I refuse to speak to him right now. He promised he wouldn’t hurt me, and while I’ve been through much worse physically, I’m sick with the feeling that I thought he cared.
Stupid girl; always looking for comfort in the arms of strangers.
It’s clear to me now that I hadn’t thought this through. I was swayed by the promise of my own personal little dreams of having a place to live and dismissed the obvious danger that was lurking behind Lowell’s eyes when he first approached me.
“Cessi? Can you hear me? I feel like I’m talking to a wall right now,” Stone complains in exasperation.
Because you are.
I turn toward him and stick my middle finger in the air. Even though he can’t see me, it’s nice to be able to tell him to fuck off.
“Oh, I see. You’re mad at me. Why? Cause you didn’t get to cum?” he asks. I can feel the smirk on his face, and it makes me angry, but I still say nothing to him. He’s desperate for conversation and he assumes that if he can sting me with his words, I’ll speak.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I’m just fucking losing my mind down here, you know? I hate that there’s someone in this room with me and not speaking. It’s like Lowell the first time he chained me down here and it’s starting to freak me out if you want me to be honest.”
He lets out a long, tired breath and I can hear the chains scrape along the ground as he gets to his feet. He grunts against his new restrictions and sighs.
“Will you at least come here and let me hold you? I know it won’t mean shit to you, but it’ll make me feel a little bit better about being in the dark—verbally and visually,” he finishes with a mumble.
His suggestion is cruel in the fact that he knows that I want to be needed. He felt it when he first laid down on top of me, with the first kiss placed so softly against my neck, he knew that I wanted nothing more than to feel wanted.
“Cessi? Please?”
I close my eyes and sigh. I’ve never had a man beg me to let them put their arms around me before and it strikes a nerve in me, but not in the way it should. If I let my guard down with Stone again, is it what Lowell wants? Will we have to dance for him again or will he even care?
I don’t want to do anything to anger him because he holds our lives in his hands and the slightest misstep can lead to our downfall.
Fuck.
I walk in a straight line, unable to see where I’m going. Stone rattles his chains again in an attempt to put his arms around me and I realize that I’ve walked much too far to the right. I turn to the left and hold my hands out, finally grazing his arm with my fingertips and move closer to his body.
“Thank you,” he whispers gently into my ear as he does his best to wrap his arms around me. Because of his newly acquired chains, he’s only able to hold me by the hips, but he pulls me closely against him and breathes deeply.
“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I say stupid shit when I’m nervous. Just… talk to me Cessi; all we’ve got is each other now,” he says, softly brushing his lips against my hair.
My heart races slightly as his words, but I quickly manage a way to calm myself. I have to be smart from here on out, and I have to realize that he’s only saying these things because of the situation we’re in. If Stone still looked like what I think he did before Lowell got a hold of him, he wouldn’t have given me a second glance on any other day in an ordinary life scenario.
He’s scared; even though he hasn’t said it, he has to be because I am too.
“What did he promise you?” I finally ask, breaking my vow of silence against Stone’s steadily heaving chest. “Money?”
“No,” he replies as he nuzzles his mouth against the top of my head. It’s almost as if he’s in a world of his own right now.
“Then what did you promise him?” I ask, taking a step away. Stone chuckles and attempts to pull me back into him, but I pull farther away and move just out of his reach.
He lets out a sigh and drops his hands to his sides. “What does anyone want? What do you want?”
“To be free,” I reply quietly.
“No. That’s not what I’m talking about. Don’t be in this moment, Cessi. Be outside of these walls walking the streets, looking into cars for a potential new client, and tell me what it is that you want.”
“I… I want to be loved,” I finally say, wiping away a stray tear.
“Bingo.”
It makes perfect sense to me now why a man Stone’s size would be so easily captured by such a silver tongue. He was promised a basic human emotion and he fell for it; like I had for the money.
“You know what’s consuming me?” he asks quietly. “I can’t help but think that maybe if this were a different time and place, that maybe we could have learned to love each other.”
Another lie.
Another blasphemous blow to my heart and I’m losing myself to his false hopes. The same hopes that Lowell bestowed on him once upon a time.
“No,” I reply, taking a deep breath. “Because I’m a whore and so are you. Whores don’t get to love; that’s not who we are.”
“Wow,” he replies with a chuckle. “That was harsh, and to think I had no idea that I could feel any worse than I already do. Okay. Well, that’s that, I guess.”
I raise an eyebrow.
Was this a test or a testament to how he could have felt about me? Nothing in this abyss makes sense anymore and I have yet to find the sliver of truth in all of the lies being hurled at me. Could it be that the one truth that was finally spoken, I managed to brush aside so brutishly?
It doesn’t matter.
This isn’t another time or place and we both know it. I have no choice but to chalk it up to simp
le conversation from a man conditioned for nothing more than depravity under the will of his owner and pray for a better outcome for myself.
“How long have you been down here?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Days, weeks, months… years. I don’t know. I stopped counting when he took away all the sharp objects I used to mark the time on my skin.”
“What?”
“Oh yeah; I forgot to tell you. The scratches you saw on my body? I did those. It was the only thing I could do to pass the time down here and it’s also how long I know I’ve survived. But my face and my dick? That was him when he figured out why I was bleeding from a new cut every time he came down here to feed me. That’s why I barely get meals anymore too. He doesn’t want me to mark myself anymore and when he does decide I’ve been a good enough boy to eat, he feeds me himself.”
“Not always,” I remind him quietly.
“Yeah to be honest, that took me by surprise, but I can tell that he likes you. If he didn’t he would have fucked you instead of my throat. I really hope he brings water down soon,” Stone says more to himself than me.
I rub the sides of my head and close my eyes tightly. Lowell is more complex than I could have imagined, but now I know that the day he sticks his cock inside of me, I’ll end up chained to a wall too. I have to be nice to him and I have to try to stay on his good side—if he even has one of those—to not end up like Stone.
“Fuck; shut up, he’s coming down,” Stone suddenly says, his chains rattling as the door at the top of the stairs opens.
Lowell descends the steps quickly and I move in the shadows back toward Stone, shrinking against the wall. In the blinding darkness, I reach a hand clumsily along the wall until my fingers find his and I lock our hands together.
Stone gives me a reassuring squeeze as he lowers himself as quietly as he can to the ground and lets a small growl slip from somewhere deep inside.
And just like that, he’s nothing more than an animal again.
“Cessi?” Lowell calls out in his quiet tone.
