The epic 10,000 word climax of the Luke and Slader saga! Luke’s consented to be branded with Slader’s initials on his ass, marking him forever as Slader’s property. And that means something else, too – full membership in Slader’s crew. Does Luke have what it takes to be one of the guys, working over dudes like he’s been worked over himself? And when Slader looks to break his ...
The epic 10,000 word climax of the Luke and Slader saga! Luke’s consented to be branded with Slader’s initials on his ass, marking him forever as Slader’s property. And that means something else, too – full membership in Slader’s crew. Does Luke have what it takes to be one of the guys, working over dudes like he’s been worked over himself? And when Slader looks to break his promise not to touch another man, will Luke trust him and go down a new and even stranger road with his master?
At the warehouse, he took one arm and Joe took the other, and they roughly bundled the dude downstairs. There was a surgical tray on a table next to the mattress, with the tools of tonight’s trade on it.
Luke uncuffed him. With a rush of testosterone, he shoved the willing victim down onto the mattress. He moved to strap him face down on it as he’d been strapped himself, but Slader’s voice came through the speakers.
“No. Face up.”
Luke obeyed instinctively. What was Slader doing upstairs? He’d been down here when Luke had been abducted, but not this time. Luke took the initiative, leaning over to look at the guy for the first time. A middle class guy, bland and unassuming, Luke thought, an accountant or something – someone who, just like Luke, had seen “Jamie’s Brutal Abduction” and fallen half in love or at least totally in lust with Slader Jacobs.
Luke grabbed his chin. “You’re our slave now, you understand?”
“Yes,” the slave said.
Luke slapped him, hard enough to shock, as Slader had slapped him. “Yes what?”
“Yes, sir!” the slave cried out, and Luke turned to the camera to grin at Slader, rubbing his boner, saying silently, I get it…I get it how good it feels on both ends of this.
They blindfolded him, blocking his view of everything they were going to do to him. Then he and Mack and Joe each fulfilled their next, well rehearsed roles. First Mack picked up the electrostim kit from the surgical tray, and looped the wire around his junk.
“Now,” Slader’s harsh, metallicized voice came through the old speaker next to the mattress. Mack turned the dial on the box, and the first wave of electricity went through his genitals.
“Oh God! Oh! Oh!” He thrashed and bucked on the mattress, the pain/pleasure indistinguishable.
Slader laughed. “That’s just for starters, bitch.”
Then it was Luke’s turn. He picked up the nipple clamps, alligator clamps with the rubber pads removed. He gave the victim no time to react to the touch of cold metal – as he’d rehearsed on himself a hundred times to make sure he got it right, with one move he placed the open clamps over the subject’s nipples and let them close simultaneously, the metal teeth biting into the tips of the nipples.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll gag you,” Luke growled. Slader laughed through the speaker and Luke smiled. Holy crap this was hot!
Then it was Joe’s turn. He greased up a black inflatable dildo and angled it under the prisoner’s crotch. “Oh no, no!” he cried, but Joe could give a shit. “No” wasn’t the safe word, and the dildo was wiggled and turned until it forced that hole open.
The sub screamed and Luke wanted to gag the bastard, but Mack grabbed his hand, a silent shake of the head stopping him.
Joe gave the dildo an aggressive push and finally the little bitch cried out. “Asparagus! Asparagus!”
That was the safe word. The crew reacted immediately. The dildo popped out of his ass, the clamps were removed, the loop taken off his cock and balls. Luke tore off the weakling’s blindfold.
“GET THE FUCK OUT BITCH!” Slader shouted over the speaker.
“No,” the little office mouse squeaked, “I’m sorry, I take it back, I…”
“Show’s over,” Mack said. “You spilled the safe word. Read the consent form.”
“I know but I…”
Luke cut him off. “You can’t take it, you can’t take it. You wanna pay another three grand when you’re really ready, maybe we’ll consider giving you another go.”
The mouse’s face fell. Joe threw his clothes at him. “Get out.”
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