Some people were walking around the stage and watching, while others were sitting down, chatting quietly and viewing from different positions around the base of the stage. There was a wide assortment of people in the area, Varick noticed. Some were naked or mostly naked, some were crawling and being led by a leash, and others were sitting in booths off to the sides of the room, seeming to snuggle with their companions. Varick’s gaze returned to the scene on the raised stage when he heard a sound slap of leather on flesh.
Charles led them closer so they were almost standing at the edge of stage, and from there, Varick could see much better. The woman, Mistress Mia, apparently, circled the bound man, laying swats on him with a riding crop.
“Tch, what loser dog you are,” she barked, slapping him three times in succession on his shoulders.
Varick could see he had a red ball gag in his mouth and as Varick moved he could see he was completely nude, and the backs of his legs were already turning a light red color. He made groaning sounds behind the gag and every time she slapped him, his eyes would widen and Varick realized one of his eyes was blue, and the other was green.
“Fucking loser, you’re no better than the dirt on my shoes, fucking dog,” she said, walking around him and caressing his face with the leather of the crop. “You like being beaten by your betters, don’t you?”
Varick watched as the bound man smiled around the gag and nodded quickly. He thought Charles had called him Loki.
“Look at you, you fucking loser, you are getting off on me beating you. Disgusting.”
Mia moved around and began to lay into him with a shocking intensity. He glanced at Charles but found was intently watching with a look of longing or desire on his face. Varick moved to get an even closer look at Loki, wanting to make sure he was okay, but he found the young man was positively blissed out by what she was doing.
He moaned with every strike, but it was not like a regular pained sound, it was something completely different.
“Fucking loser,” the petite woman muttered and looked out into the audience gathering around the stage. Varick, being the tallest and most visible right then, was the person she locked her eyes on. “You, come here,” she exclaimed, gesturing to him.
Charles grinned and pushed Varick forward a bit. “Go on, she’ll probably want to make him give you head or something. Loki has a bit of a fetish for giving head to strangers,” he whispered. “Not all the Dominants here will let him indulge in his little quirk.”
Varick wasn’t sure about it, but everyone was looking at him, so he just went up the steps and looked at the woman in black and red leather. She walked up to him, holding her crop close to his face before she smiled at him.
“Dominant,” she whispered before glancing at the now reddened flesh of her sub. She paused. “You clean, big boy?” she inquired.
Varick nodded dumbly. “Yeah, I mean, I haven’t done anything in years...”
She smiled in response. “Good, this slut hates condoms and loves to blow random men,” she muttered as she turned her attention back to the bound sub.
“Loki, you are such a pathetic thing, you’re going to suck this stranger’s cock, and you’re going to swallow every bit of it, aren’t you?” she stated, slapping his ass and thighs several times in quick succession.
Varick frowned, not sure about having someone who was tied up do something like this to him. Mia nodded to him, understanding his reluctance immediately. She moved around to put the gag out of Loki’s mouth. He let out a long drawn out moan with an exhale of breath.
“Thank you, thank you, Mistress, thank you,” he panted as she knelt to pull his head up as far as it would go in his position.
“Now, you are wanting to suck this stranger’s cock, aren’t you, you pathetic slut?” she inquired, standing up and stepping back so Loki could get a clear view of Varick. Loki’s eyes fluttered and he licked his lips.
“Mistress, I’m the most pathetic slut you’ve ever beaten, I want to swallow his cock and milk him dry,” he gasped out and Varick, though he didn’t think he could be aroused at all right then, felt all his blood rush south. It was incredibly unusual; he never got hard over something so easily, if he got hard at all.
Mia nodded to Varick and moved back behind Loki, laying more strikes on his inner thighs. Varick watched as he seemed to writhe in some mix of pleasure and agony at her actions. Varick had no idea what he was doing but he moved before he thought, unzipping his pants and pulling himself free and standing there with his cock out in front of everyone. He didn’t think about how his sister and Charles were there. Nothing else mattered but this scene, this one piece of the universe in which he was existing at the moment. He hesitated a second, but he saw the bound man roll his eyes up and growl under his breath, just loud enough for Varick to hear.
“Fucking get your dick over here, you fucking multicolored bastard...” Varick thought he actually appeared annoyed so he moved up to him and pushed the head of his cock into Loki’s mouth.
To his surprise, Loki bit down lightly on the head of his cock and cut his eyes up at him. Varick stepped closer, watching as those pale lips encased him all the way down to the base. Varick groaned as he felt Loki’s throat work around him. He stared in shock as Loki sucked and swallowed on him until Varick felt the building tightening sensation begin in his stomach. He’d never had someone take him all the way down before. He honestly had thought it wouldn’t be possible but apparently, he was wrong.
Growling deep in his throat, Varick put his hands on Loki’s head, holding him in place as he began fucking his mouth as hard as he could. Varick was sure this guy didn’t have a gag reflex, because he was still sucking hard on him. When he cut his two-colored eyes up at Varick though, nose almost buried in his blonde pubic hair, Varick saw something there which was undefinable-it was something between desire and lust. Less than a second later, Varick immediately came down his throat. To his surprise, Loki continued sucking and swallowing until he was completely spent. Varick pulled back once he was finished, quickly shoving himself back in his pants as he suddenly realized he was in front of people.
Mia smiled wickedly. “Look at you, loser slut, what a whore,” she growled, moving around and slapping his face. “A nasty, disgusting, horrible, filthy whore for cock,” she muttered, circling him again. “But I’m going to release your chastity, and you’re going to cum for me, even though you told me you didn’t want to. You will do it because I said you will,” she told him, reaching under him to do something that made audible clicking sounds. A second later, something dropped to floor below him but Varick couldn’t tell what it was from where he stood. He thought Loki’s eyes crossed for a second as he released an incredibly long groan.
“What a mess, you’ve dripped everywhere, worthless loser. I should make you lick the bench off so I don’t have to clean it up after we’re done,” Mia growled, then she looked at Varick again. “I’m going to have him watch me make you come while I fuck your whore cunt with a vibrator. Do you want that, dog?”
The only response Varick noted was another moan as he moved around behind the bench, where he realized Mia was tugging a rather large plug out of his ass. His eyes widened as she pulled it out in one tug, then replaced it with slender looking vibrator. He caught sight of a silver glint of what looked like a premium piercing below, but his eyes were glued to what was happening to his ass. Once she’d slipped it inside of him, she turned it on to the highest setting. Immediately Loki began to tremble all over, panting as she worked the slender device in and out of him. Varick was transfixed by the scene he was watching, once again, the rest of the world sliding away around him.
“Cum, you fucking loser, are you too pathetic to listen to what I say?” she asked, shoving the vibrator into him harder into him until it was down to the flared base.
Loki groaned, letting out a longer moan as his body jerked in the bonds and he panted hard, releasing a short serious of vocalizations somewhere between moans and shrieks. He fi
nally exhaled a long drawn out sigh and the tension in his muscles slid away, leaving him somewhat limp in the restraints. Mia slowly slid the vibrator out of him, dropping it in a plastic lined basket beside the bench and then began unbuckling the wrist and ankle restraints. Vaguely, he registered he had tattoos, but he didn’t focus on it right then. Varick noted the connecting pieces for the wrist cuffs were actually quite long now since he could see them better. He could have released himself if he had wanted. Mia smiled up at Varick.
“Come, assist me, he’s not very heavy, but I’m not in the mood to carry him and he wasn’t in a harness today,” she said, smiling.
Varick nodded, moving forward as she started to pull him up from his prone position. Varick didn’t know where to touch him; he was red and welted all over his back and shoulders. She helped Varick position his hand under Loki’s arm and showed him how to steady him at the small of his back. She did the same on the other side as they guided him off the back part of the stage through a curtain toward a wide doorway. Mia led them through the open door into a smaller back area which looked to have a closet and a couple cots and chairs.
“Come on, love, let’s get you down here,” she cooed softly, guiding him to lie on his stomach on one of the cots.
She glanced around and groaned. “Um, stay with him, comfort him, I left my kit in the closet,” she spoke as she smiled at him.
Varick started to argue but she was already gone. He looked at the man beside him. Loki’s face was turned toward him and he looked out of it. Then he started muttered seemingly random things under his breath, peppering it with soft sighs and his eyes would flutter now and then. Varick sat down on the floor by his head and wondered just what he was talking about.
“Hmm, fingers. Razors cutting the long lines. Sever the line. Sever the hope. Messages of death, boss, messages of death. Gonna betray you, boss. Callaghan’s gonna betray you, boss. Don’t trust him. Razors on the skin...” he muttered. “Get out, go away, guns and drugs, down the tubes, papa. Turn it away, didn’t mean to. Cryst...not that...anything but that... Liam, stop...don’t kill him...please...”
Mia came back, hearing Loki’s litany. “Fuck, I forgot he mumbled. He hasn’t subbed for me in a while. Damn,” she exclaimed, glancing at Varick. “Um, I’m going to have to ask you not talk about what he says.”
Varick frowned and realized he’d started caressing Loki’s light blond hair where it had come loose from the band holding it. He could see clearly the wheel type thing tattooed on the back of his neck now. He recognized it from the pages of their tattoo books. It was a Nordic Compass or something. Considering the guy used the name Loki, a Nordic themed tattoo seemed appropriate. Perhaps he was also a member of one of the Heathen religions. He smiled to himself as he stroked his fingers over Loki’s scalp. The other man almost purred from his touch, and he continued the strange litany of jumbled words and phrases. Varick couldn’t see his face, but he imagined he had a faraway look to his eyes.
“I don’t understand.” Varick looked over to see Mia cleaning a couple small breaks in his skin with antiseptic.
Varick could see now he had runes running down his spine surrounded by Celtic knotwork. Below the runes, he had a lower back tattoo, this one he also recognized since he’d done one like it a once or twice. It was two snakes entwined like a figure eight thing; he thought it was a symbol for the god Loki. It had runes across it too. Below it, was a design winging out in in a triangular shape where the wide part went under the snake symbol, and the other tapered down and ended at the top of the crack of his ass. This close, he also recognized black light tattooing on his arms, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was.
“He...he works for a crime family, well, during the day,” she explained, knowing if she didn’t explain, this stranger might just talk about what Loki was saying. “When he hits sub space, he blanks out, and the things floating through his head just come out his mouth. He says it’s like he just says whatever is going through his mind from the day. So understandably, you can’t, for his sake, tell anyone what he says in here,” she continued, applying ointment and bandages to a few places where the skin had split a little. Varick realized she had been very careful to avoid anywhere the tattoos were located. When she was done, she put away everything and got back up.
After a few minutes, Varick saw Loki blink and he locked those twin colored eyes on him. “Ah, hey there, pretty boy,” he muttered. “You got a nice, fat dick. Next time, you’ll have to put it up my ass,” he spoke in a muffled voice, sighing. “Hadn’t sucked so fine a dick in a while,” he muttered, nearly purring as he sat up, wincing.
“Fuck, Mia, you have a vendetta against my ass? The fucking vibe you were using hurt...” he muttered, shifting around on the bed in obvious discomfort. “Get a fucking softer one, those plastic ones are rough on my fucking prostate. Silicone, woman, silicone.”
Loki stood up then and Varick had time to see he had a unique genital piercing other than the perineum piercing he’d seen earlier. The piercing was silver, good quality it appeared, and ran though the head of his cock in a D ring shape. Varick saw his nipples and bellybutton were pierced as well. All three had jewelry decorated with green roses. He could see he also had earrings, green circles with something inscribed in them.
Varick noticed he also had a tattoo on his pubic bone that looked like an eight-spoked wheel with arrows at the end of each spoke. Over a bit, on his left hip was a heart about three inches wide with the colors pink, yellow, and blue striped. Inside it was what looked like an infinity symbol and a symbol that looked like the male and female symbol fused into one. Varick was familiar with a lot of symbols, and if it had been with another spoke, it would have been the transgender symbol. He wasn’t sure exactly the meaning behind the whole composition. His eyes moved up to his belly button where he had the snake eating its tail tattooed, and on his breastbone, there was a strange symbol he actually hadn’t ever done a tattoo of. It was some sort of runic thing about four inches tall there. It had a half circle at the top with a dot, then a line down the center. There were three horizontal lines, and then a diamond like shape, then ending with a half diamond. That wasn’t something random folks had, and it must have had significance.
“You have an ampallang,” Varick observed after a few seconds, eyes going back to the piercing in his penis. Considering out of all the body modifications that this person had, it was the most unusual and unique, it drew Varick’s eye again.
Loki glanced at him. “And you have a Prince Albert, so?” he snapped, eyes narrowing at the other man.
Not many could accurately name the piercing he had, Varick imagined. Varick had met very few people to have one of those. Many guys would go for a Prince Albert or a Jacob’s Ladder even, but it was thin skin. A Prince Albert like he had pierced the skin through the urethra, and the other penile piercings just went through the first few layers of skin. It didn’t hurt much at all, actually. However, having a needle go all the way through the actual head... It took more nerve. Obviously, Loki had a high degree of pain tolerance to be able to handle it. Varick didn’t respond, unsure how to.
Loki shook his head and went to the closet door Varick had seen and went inside. Varick guessed it was some sort of walk in closet. He reemerged holding a set of red leather pants, seemingly perfectly fine with wandering around the room completely naked in front of what amounted to a stranger. Loki sighed, reaching behind to gingerly rub at his reddened ass.
“Ah, fucking hell, I can’t put these back on... Gonna be wearing skirts for a few days.” He turned and looked at Mia. “Mia, love, you have a loose skirt I can borrow?”
Mia nodded, rummaging in her bag and pulling out a black miniskirt. “All I got, sweetie.”
Loki shrugged stepping into it, looking down, “It will work until I get back to the house...I didn’t bring a gaff or shorts so I can’t tuck,” he stopped and looked up at Varick, eyes widening as if in sudden realization. “Wait, was he in here...”
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sp; “I’m sorry, I forgot about your random talking, and I left him in here when I went to get my bag from the closet. I told him why he can’t talk about the stuff...” she mumbled at him, looking apologetic in the extreme.
Loki swallowed, glancing at Varick, who shrugged. “Look, I don’t care what you do in your life, I’m just here to find out what this scene is about,” he shrugged, trying not to be bothered by the fact this man who just gave him a public blow job might be doing exactly the sort of thing his old MCC had done which caused him to turn them over to the police for.
“Devan Sullivan, uh, well, Loki here,” Loki stated, extending a hand toward Varick. Varick thought he looked incredibly vulnerable at the moment, even more vulnerable than he had looked tied up and being beaten. Varick could see the subtle shake in his hand and felt it when he took it.
“Varick Jaeger, Leo,” Varick responded, smiling at the shorter and thinner man.
Devan turned back to the closet, disappearing for a moment, and came out pulling on a white t-shirt. Varick saw he’d also put on a pair of strappy sandals. Devan walked over and kissed Mia on the cheek. “Thanks, love, I needed that after the day I had.” He leaned in to hug her.
Smiling at him, Mia shook her head. “I’ll see about getting a vibrator more appropriate for your sensitive butt,” she smiled, swatting him on the ass as he walked away. “But it isn’t supposed to feel good, you whiney brat.”
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