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Jesse shivered at the thought of the irons closing around his wrists and ankles, biting into his skin until small streams of blood traveled down his arms and into the waiting mouths of the vampires surrounding him. The smell of the blood would drive the vamps into a frenzy. Jesse didn't think any of them knew that he wasn't a mere mortal. He didn't want them to know and he doubted Gideon would have broadcast the news.
He had expected something ornate. There were certainly enough ropes, chains, benches, and devices in the club to keep him immobile for the rest of the night. But the set up Gideon had requested was about as basic as he could get. There were four shackles attached to two pillars. They were spaced far enough apart to stretch Jesse's limbs, exposing every inch of his body, without becoming too painful. But it would definitely leave him vulnerable to every creature in the room.
There were less than a dozen vampires in all, more men than women, all familiar faces though Jesse couldn't put names to some. In Sangre, names weren't important. Here, he was the toy to be used, the hole to be filled, the body to be taken. He gave himself over to them, trusting Gideon to keep him safe. Though they knew his name, few cared. He was Gideon's pet. Within these walls, that was all he wanted to be.
He waited patiently as Gideon greeted the others, chatting and laughing for indeterminable minutes, all the while ignoring Jess. The other vampires didn't. They kept stealing glances in his direction, licking their lips, fidgeting. A slight young man with blond hair that kept flopping over his forehead braved advancing, though one look from Gideon stopped him from getting tooclose.
"Are you going to let him fuck anybody tonight?" he asked Gideon, his blue eyes blazing with hunger.
For some reason, this amused Gideon, and he cocked a single brow. "Why? You want his cock, Frankie?"
The answer came so quickly, Gideon laughed. "We'll see."
Jesse's cock twitched at the thought of burying himself in Frankie's ass. Gideon had allowed him to fuck women in Sangre, but never another man. But Jesse sensed that Gideon was going to be in a very indulgent mood, which meant he wouldn't keep a firm hand on the vampires using Jesse's body. He was glad Gideon thought to fit him with a cock ring before they left the house, because he was certain that without it, he wouldn't have the control to stop himself from coming too soon. The sharp points studding the ring dug deep into his growing erection, each second of pain already accentuating his arousal.
"Tell you what." Gideon was still addressing Frankie. "You get the rest of his clothes off, while I pick out what whip I'm going to use on him." His gaze was heavy when it came to rest on Jesse. "I want to make sure it hurts when he bleeds."