Page 70 of The Devil's Mercy

Cal wasn’t given long to look, letting out a yelp when his pants were completely removed and his shoes and socks were torn off and tossed over Aodhan’s shoulder.

The sound of them plopping into the water had Calix scrambling to get up, but suddenly Mercy was behind him, pinning his shoulders to the dirt, a knee at either side of Cal’shead. He stared at the director, trying to find any clues as to what they intended to do to him written on the man’s face, but it was impossible.

Aside from a hint of disappointment, Mercy gave nothing away.

Aodhan forced Cal’s legs apart and settled between his spread thighs, his presence there ensuring Calix couldn’t close them. Wordlessly, he reached for something by the fire, but Cal could only partially make out the end of a long stick from his vantage point.

Panic bubbled, but before he could try and fight them off, Mercy tsked down at him.

“I was against this in the beginning, but that was before I found out about your intentions for the night,” Mercy said.

“Hold on.” Calix still didn’t know what was about to happen, but the fact the director was so calm and stony about it meant it couldn’t be anything good.

“I don’t know why you’re still coddling him,” Aodhan growled, stabbing the stick into the fire roughly. “He wanted to be fucked so badly? He’s going to get his wish. This? This is just a precursor. Hell, he’ll probably enjoy it.”

Cal vehemently shook his head, pleadingly holding Mercy’s gaze. “No, please. Whatever this is, I don’t want it.”

“Should have thought of that before you agreed to give your hole to someone else.” Aodhan lifted the stick from the fire and brought the end up so he could take a closer look at it, and by doing so, allowed Calix his first real glimpse as well.

It wasn’t a stick at all. It was a rod.

With a hot iron that was glowing bright red orange.

“Good Light!” Cal dug his heels in, but the second he went to move, a wave of pleasure tore through him. It was so sudden and intense that his eyes actually rolled to the back of his head, and his entire body tensed up.

It was like what had happened to him that time in the woods when Mercy had screwed him with his own blaster, only dialed up to one hundred. There was no easing him into things, no warning. His dick was semi-hard between his thighs one moment, and full and dripping the next.

He panted, peering up at the man responsible for this sudden onslaught of lust, and tried to fight against it.

“It’s pointless, little monster,” Mercy told him. “You can’t fight what you can’t see.”

Pheromones. Right.

“Why bother? He’ll end up enjoying this all on his own,” Aodhan stated, only for Mercy to send him a quick, dark look, before locking eyes with Cal again. As though he was trying to make Calix feel like he wasn’t alone.

Why bother was an accurate sentiment.

“He enjoys pain,” Mercy scolded. “Not torture.”

That had some of the lust dissipating, but seeming to sense that, Mercy moved his hands to cup the sides of Cal’s jaw.

As soon as the director did, another wave of pleasure flooded through him. He moaned and flicked his hips, dick bobbing in the cool breeze, splattering tiny droplets of precome across his abdomen.

“It’s ready,” Aodhan announced.

“Please!” Calix grabbed onto Mercy’s wrist. “Please!”

“Hush,” he shushed him. “We’re not cutting anything off. I told you before, I want you whole, remember? That’s more true than ever.”

Aodhan planted a palm against the side of Cal’s left knee and shoved his leg wider. “This is going to hurt.”

That was all the warning he gave before he pressed the heated iron against Cal’s tender flesh. He’d positioned it on the inner thigh, so close to Calix’s dick, he could feel the heat wafting off the metal.

Even with the pheromones, the pain was intense, the feel of his flesh melting and searing causing him to scream. His voice echoed around them, but the noise didn’t seem to worry them. Right along with the pain was something else, potent pleasure that sent tingling sensations racing across his skin. His balls twitched, and he came so close to coming it was unreal.

It couldn’t have lasted long, and yet felt like an eternity all the same. And after, they continued to hold him down for a moment, even once Aodhan was satisfied and removed the iron.

Eventually, he tossed it onto the ground far away enough that it was out of reach, and then crooked two fingers at Mercy. “Your turn.”

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