by Lyra Evans
Niko breathed a ragged breath out through gritted teeth, barely bracing in time for the first hit. The cane struck him across the ass with a sharp stinging. He jerked in response, feeling the pain radiating through him and straight to his cock. The sound of the cane cutting through the air rushed to Niko’s ears as each strike hit, make him writhe. His toes cramped as he tried to shift and move against the strikes, but nothing allowed him respite. And his cock dripped tiny beads of clear liquid.
The last hit was followed by Cobalt’s hands, so warm and yet strangely cool against the raw, red skin of Niko’s ass. He kneaded the flesh there and pushed Niko’s cheeks apart, pressing the head of the cane to Niko’s hole. He didn’t push inside at all, just teased at the entrance with the cane, and the boiling desire in Niko’s belly urged him to force himself down onto it, lube or no lube.
Cobalt pulled the cane away the moment Niko showed any effort to feel it more. “Oh, no, Pet. You don’t get that yet.” He disappeared to the open armoire again, tossing the cane aside. He returned with something metal and vaguely pear-shaped with a stand on the end. It was inscribed with runes and covered over with some kind of clear coating, and Niko thought he knew what it was without being told. “Pear of anguish butt plug,” Cobalt explained, holding it up to Niko’s face. “You need to prepare for me, Pet. I think this will do.”
He moved around Niko again, spreading Niko’s ass to press the tapered tip of the pear to Niko’s hole. Cobalt applied some pressure, causing Niko to tense and shudder, but the pear wouldn’t go in. So he removed it, licked one of his fingers and inserted that instead. It went in slowly, roughly, with a slight burning, and Niko groaned as Cobalt felt around inside him. The pain was minimal and only served to enhance the stream of pleasure rushing to Niko’s cock, but Cobalt removed his finger after a minute.
The next time he pushed against Niko’s entrance with the pear, it was a smoother go. The pear was slick with something, and Niko took the girth of it in one hard thrust. He threw his head back and gasped, shaking as Cobalt turned the key on the end to open up the leaves of the pear and spread Niko wider. The pressure was intense on his channel, filling him in a way he had never experienced. There was no fullness of a cock or dildo, no urge to buck and thrust against it, but he felt open, stretched to his limit. The structure of the plug made it so air flowed in little, light breaths inside of him, a feeling Niko could hardly describe. He was so consumed with the strange experience of the pear, he hadn’t noticed Cobalt disappear to the wardrobe again. This time when he returned, he held a knife in hand.
He held the hilt of one of the rune-marked knives. The blade shone like a sliver of moonlight, thin as paper, and the hilt was stained a deep red along the wood. Cobalt considered the knife, his fingertip pressed slightly to the point of the blade, as though in awe of it. Or afraid. That was fear in Cobalt’s eyes. He was still concerned about using something like this on Niko.
“No, please, Master. Not that one. Not red. Please, use the other,” he said, thinking on his feet and trying to sound desperate and pleading. Cobalt looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Knowing it was his only way to reassure Cobalt, very carefully, Niko said, “I want the green.”
There was the barest hesitation in Cobalt’s eyes, then a swift slap struck Niko’s cheek, knocking his head to the side. The pain exploded across his face and down into his core.
“Do not think your opinion matters here at all, Pet,” Cobalt said harshly. “I’ll use what I want on you, where I want, and how I want.” Tossing Niko’s tie over his shoulder, Cobalt held the sharp edge of the knife to Niko’s chest, barely touching skin. “I’ll slice you open if I want, from nipple to nipple.” And his voice sounded as though he meant it. Almost. The Soul Stone in Niko’s chest pulsed in a comforting way, reminding Niko that Cobalt had no desire to hurt him this badly. “Or maybe I’ll plunge this into your gut and twist it around, letting you bleed onto my hands. Or I could slit your throat and watch the blood fight with the magic to see who would win.” At this, he held the blade up to Niko’s throat, pressing in just enough to scrape at Niko’s skin. Niko dared not swallow for fear of pushing slightly too far against the blade and cutting himself. His core was shaken by Cobalt’s words, by the reality of the blade up against his vital areas, no matter the assurance of the Soul Stone. But there was also a strong feeling building in Niko’s belly, a white-hot excitement breaking through everything else and fueling his desire.
Finally, Cobalt pulled back, removing the blade from Niko’s neck and allowing him to breathe more freely. But in the moment Niko exhaled in relief, Cobalt swiped the knife, lightning fast, across Niko’s chest. The tip cut through the top layers of skin as though they were no more substantial than water. It took a moment for Niko’s body to react, to realize what had happened. As though time stood still between the slice and the experience of it, Niko stopped breathing; his heart stopped beating. Then, all at once, sensations rushed in on him, water bursting from a broken dam.
There was heat, like an impossibly precise fire, at the wound site. It crossed Niko’s chest like a bullet, the damage in its wake the blood that poured down his skin. But before the blood had a chance to spill much, the magic of the knife took effect. Niko suddenly felt his skin knitting back together from the start of the cut to the end. The closing wound slowly erased the mark of what Cobalt had done, leaving only the splatter of blood down Niko’s chest as though it came from nowhere. As the magic did its work, Niko felt a heady rush of excitement and alertness in his head and all over his body. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, and with it went a kind of carnal pleasure Niko had never known before.
He realized he’d cried out at some point, and now his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. And his engorged erection dripped on. Niko shut his eyes writhing and tense and desperate all at once. The cut to his chest had unleashed the floodgates of his desire, and his mind went blank but for the hunger in him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cobalt standing close to him, his pupils eclipsing his irises. Niko strained against his restraints, the cuffs digging painfully into his ankles and the rope wearing at his wrists. But none of that mattered if he could just get an inch closer, just touch Cobalt’s skin, just catch him in a kiss and make him lose control. But Cobalt caught the look in his eyes, and he stepped back again, shaking his head.
He lifted the knife and, this time more slowly, drew the blade and pointed tip across Niko’s skin. It cut into him without effort, just deep enough to draw blood but not enough to cause serious damage. Cobalt drew lines across Niko’s chest and stomach, down to his navel and at his hipbones. And every time, the same torrent of experiences assaulted him. The pain was followed by the healing magic and a burst of adrenaline and pleasure. And through each cut, Niko moaned and groaned and made incoherent noises. He threw his head back, exposing his neck perhaps in a moment’s lunacy or encouragement. He was lost, never having experienced anything this deep and terrifying and remarkable.
The only negative thought that cropped up at the back of his mind was disappointment that the healing magic ensured not one of the cuts would remain. No scars would mark his skin, adding to his collection and standing out as a trophy, a keepsake of the way Cobalt punished and pleasured him.
Cobalt stopped drawing lines with the knife, holding it between his fingers again. He studied Niko’s face. Niko’s lips were parted, and he breathed heavily out of his mouth. He dripped with sweat, and he relied increasingly on the support of the ropes to hold him aloft. The plug held him wide open but gave him no penetrative satisfaction, and his cock throbbed angrily with the need for friction and release.
A smirk drew itself across Cobalt’s lips. “To whom do you belong, Pet?” he asked.
“Master,” Niko answered quickly, licking his lips slowly. This was the right answer, Niko was sure. But Cobalt shook his head.
“You’re playing the good boy, but you aren’t living it yet,” Cobalt said. “I don’t want pretty words, Pet. I want your soul.” Nik
o shuddered as the Soul Stone pulsed in him, amplifying the pleasure and the need in his wildly overstimulated body. “Maybe I haven’t been severe enough.” And Cobalt was inches from him, and the tip of the knife disappeared into Niko’s stomach, to his right.
Again, Niko was caught in a moment of shock, but it dissipated quickly. In its place was a strange and intense pressure surrounded by a burning Niko couldn’t begin to quantify. He cried out, and Cobalt pulled the knife back out. The moment he did, blood spurted out and then stopped. The magic kicked in and spread a cooling, tingling feeling over the area. Still surging from adrenaline, Niko suddenly felt almost high, his mind white with clarity, dissociating briefly from his body. And then the pleasure, a sheer ecstasy funnelled through him. He yelled something, loud and indistinct to his own ears, and then felt a steady touch where the wound closed.
Looking down, Niko saw Cobalt’s hand there, pressing against his skin and trailing down his leg toward his groin. Tears wet the rims of Niko’s eyes, streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his jaw, and Cobalt pressed his lips to Niko’s.
“That’s it, Pet,” Cobalt said kissing him slowly. “That’s the look I want.”
Niko whimpered slightly as he kissed Cobalt back, his body delirious with pleasure and satisfaction, revelling in Cobalt’s taste, in the feel of his lips and tongue. And then his hand dipped down and wrapped around Niko’s sac again, tugging on it gently. Niko bucked involuntarily. Cobalt tossed the knife aside and entwined his fingers with Niko’s, holding him steady. Very subtly, he squeezed Niko’s hand. Niko was lost in the high, his body shaking from the punishment and the desperation for release. But a little voice at the back of his mind reminded him the squeeze meant something. So he squeezed back twice.
“You’re mine, Pet. You belong to me. All of you,” Cobalt said, pulling the knots free and releasing Niko’s wrists. Niko half-collapsed into his arms, but Cobalt held him just enough to manoeuvre him to the bed. He pushed Niko’s chest down onto the mattress, folding him so his feet were on the ground, still pushed apart by the spreader. Then he turned the key in the pear plug and pulled it out. Niko moaned as the pressure released inside of him, but Cobalt wasted no time. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. “You take punishment so well, Pet, I think you deserve cock. Just like you want it. Now tell me, to whom do you belong?”
The head of his cock positioned at Niko’s entrance, Niko could barely control himself, wanting to push back and seat himself on Cobalt’s erection. But instead he held himself still and whimpered out the words Cobalt was after.
“You, Master. I belong to you,” he said, his voice breathy and wanton and dramatically unlike his usual tone. But he didn’t care. He needed Cobalt to fuck him, needed his cock buried deep inside Niko. And Niko was more than satisfied with himself when Cobalt sheathed himself fully in one unforgiving thrust.
Niko cried out again, hands gripping the bedspread tightly as Cobalt pounded into him, his pace immediately bruising. Niko moved back against Cobalt’s strokes with every bit of desire that burned inside him and the last dregs of his energy. His mind was full of Cobalt and nothing else, experiencing the life-shattering pleasure of Cobalt in him, the Soul Stone pulsing in his chest, the adrenaline surging in his veins. He wanted to come, but he wasn’t ready yet. Denying himself the release he could have triggered in an instant, Niko pushed it off, wanting to wallow in the ecstasy for longer.
“You’re mine, Pet. Mine. You belong to me. I own you. Now and forever. You’re mine,” Cobalt said, punctuating each thrust with his claim. Niko moaned a steady stream and nodded, mumbling out faint yeses when he could manage. He didn’t think he’d ever been fucked this good, this deep and hard. Then Cobalt grabbed the length of the tie around Niko’s neck and yanked it back. Niko’s head jerked back, the silk tight around his throat and constricting his airways. He fought to breathe, but the rush of pleasure intensified tenfold. Cobalt leaned over him, still holding the tie firm. He placed the other hand over Niko’s, his cock pounding deep inside Niko.
Niko’s head spun in his frenzy, his climax building too fast to fight now. He struggled for breath after breath, his fingers laced tightly with Cobalt’s. A mess of half-formed thoughts flickered and flashed in his mind, from how good this would look to the audience, to how good it felt to have Cobalt this deep, to how badly ruined Niko was now for getting fucked. No one would ever give it to him like Cobalt did.
“Come for me, Pet,” Cobalt said, and Niko did. His orgasm rocketed through him, as if pulling energy and pleasure from the tips of every nerve ending and sending it barrelling through his cock to spurt out a rush of semen. He pulsed and rocked with the waves of the orgasm for what felt like an eternity, lost in it, while Cobalt thrust in more erratically. He held the tie tight, then squeezed Niko’s hand again. Mind swirling, every breath harder to take than the last, Niko knew Cobalt was close. He knew the audience would be rapt, so he squeezed back twice. Cobalt groaned in his ear, thrusting in once, twice, three more times before Niko felt himself filled with Cobalt’s release. And everything went black.
Chapter 28
A thick haze filled his mind, and his body felt heavy, full, and satisfied. There was a soreness too, mostly located on his lower half, but he didn’t notice it much. What he did notice, however, was the weight hovering over him and the insistent, very quiet voice calling to him.
“Come on, Pet, wake up. Wake up for me,” said the voice, tinted with something pitched close to panic. But the words were so soft, Niko could barely hear them. Maybe they weren’t real. Then a hand pressed gently but firmly to his cheek, and Niko realized the voice probably was real. “I need you to wake up.”
Cobalt.
Niko made a soft groaning sound, his eyes still shut. He was finding it somewhat difficult to open them, though he wasn’t sure why. But as he struggled to see, he scrunched up his face, and this was apparently what Cobalt was waiting for.
“Oh, thank the Reef,” he breathed. “Stay down, play unconscious.”
Somewhere beyond was the sound of a door opening. Niko immediately relaxed his face, obeying Cobalt’s instructions without hesitation. There was a fear in his words Niko hadn’t heard before, and the more he came back to reality, the more he remembered about where he was.
“Cobb, my friend, you do know how to put on a show, don’t you?” Preston’s voice came from somewhere to Niko’s right. There was a clapping sound, and Niko imagined Preston jovially hitting Cobalt on the back of the shoulder, as though he’d just closed a business deal or completed some milestone rite of passage. “A pity you were already done when Kilo gave out. It would have been exciting to see what else you could think to do with him in such a state.”
Niko’s insides shrunk away, his throat closing. Every ounce of him wanted to retch at the thought of what Preston was suggesting, but he willed himself to stay motionless and unresponsive. Cobalt cleared his throat, and the sound of fabric ruffling told Niko Cobalt was pulling his pants back on.
“I rather prefer when my partner is aware and reactive, if you understand me,” Cobalt said, his voice mildly strained. “Seeing their every response to my actions is part of the excitement. The heat and the desire, the pain and the fear—there is no comparison.”
“Ah, true,” Preston agreed, and Niko silently thanked the Trees for Cobalt’s quick thinking. “Though the electric wands would have served nicely to rouse Kilo, wouldn’t they?”
There was a pause, then Cobalt said, “Ah. I must have overlooked those. Perhaps I shall get to play with them another time.” Another pause, and possibly something was silently exchanged between the two of them because Cobalt followed up with, “I don’t think it wise to push Kilo’s body further just now. Not if I want him alert and operating on his own steam for the auction, after all.”
Preston laughed and seemed to agree. “I’ll show you to your room now, if you like. Someone will be along to collect Kilo.”
Niko’s heartrate jumped. Bein
g left in a glass cube with sadistic, horny onlookers was not his idea of a good time. Particularly since he’d be at the mercy of whoever decided to open the door, and playing the part of a submissive with a fondness for intense pain didn’t bode well for his odds.
“I will carry him myself,” Cobalt said, his tone making clear there was no discussion to be had on the subject. Niko relaxed inwardly, though the idea of being carried around like a fainting damsel didn’t sit well with him. He supposed he was a fainting damsel, to a degree, but that was hardly the point. Niko felt his clothing piled gently on top of his stomach, then Cobalt slid his arms beneath Niko’s shoulders and knees and lifted him.
Niko immediately curled into Cobalt’s hold, trying to be as weak and ragdoll-like as possible while helping the situation. Cobalt adjusted him a couple times, and Preston led them out of the cube and back onto the stage.
Eyes closed, Niko tried his best to map out their route by Cobalt’s steps and the rises and drops in elevation. All he could tell for certain was that they’d left the stage and climbed up to one of the rungs of rooms set up around the sound stage. It took a short while, thankfully, for Preston to stop and indicate they had arrived.
“These shall be your quarters for the duration of the weekend,” he said, presumably gesturing to surroundings Niko couldn’t see. “I trust you’ll find everything to your satisfaction. Your electronics are in their sealed box inside, but cannot be removed until the end of the weekend. The telephone can be used to call our staff for any requests or necessities and to make bids, but it cannot contact outside lines. Settle in. Recover. Make a list of your preferences for the auction, and I’ll see you later. Do feel free to join us watching the other performances, if you feel up to it. There should be a number of exciting shows.”
