Page 71 of The Fortunate Ones
“It’s time to prepare the slut.”
I whipped back to Maverick. What did he mean prepare?
I was hauled to my feet, and before I could get a good kick at Skye’s shin, he started to drag me to the bondage chair they had set up in the middle of the room. How had I not seen that?
My heart raced as Skye threw me onto it. Literally. I swore I flew a little. My back hit the soft leather, and then two sets of strong hands pushed me into the seat so I couldn’t move. Lucaand Wes. They bent me in half so my face was near my knees. Thank fuck they only kept me there long enough to uncuff me. Then I was pulled forcibly back up into a sitting position. Hands wrapped around my forearms and pulled them behind me so I couldn’t move, but they didn’t tie me down.
Skye knelt between my legs. “Remember, no kicks to the face, bunny,” Luca reminded me sharply, using the nickname he only called me during this kind of play. I grimaced and put my knee down, as I’d been about to do exactly that.
Skye grinned. “Oh, c’mon, sunshine. I’m only trying to help.”
I glared at the traitor. He was supposed to be on my side. His fingers curled into the band of my pants and started to drag them down as I stilled. I wasn’t going to fight getting naked.
Once he had my bottom half bare, Skye reached for my poor cock that was begging for release in the confines of the cage. He squeezed one of my swollen balls and I screamed, my legs thrashing. He was lucky I didn’t kick him by accident.
“Fuck, Boss. Can you see this? He’s really straining.”
The audacity! Skye’s Dommy side didn’t come out to play often, but he’d clearly taken a page from Maverick’s sadist handbook.
Skye leaned in closer, so his face was buried between my legs, breathing in deeply. “Mmmm, you smell so delicious, sunshine.” His tongue darted out and licked a stripe across my balls. My whine was obscene, even through the ball gag.
“Enough teasing,” Mav instructed, his voice rough. “Let’s get him strapped down.”
There was some rattling behind me, and then Luca’s arm came into view. He was holding a chain out, which Skye snatched from him. He waved it in front of my face, and I almost cried when I saw the key to my cage.
“Would you like this off?” Skye fondled it, bouncing the plastic in his hand.
I nodded rapidly, so there was no confusion. I knew my eyes had to be as wide as saucers. I kept nodding as he thumbed the tip of my cock that was pushing through the bottom of the cage. He fiddled with my PA piercing enough that I was wriggling in their hold again. Maverick crowded Skye from behind, his massive hands holding my thighs still.
“I’m not sure if he really wants it off,” Wes, of all fucking people, added, nearly conversationally. If I had the strength to do anything but stare at my poor, strangled cock, I would’ve glared at him. Instead, all I could do was drool and whimper pathetically. “Maybe he should beg.”
Maverick laughed almost cruelly. “Good idea.” He pinched one of my thighs he was holding down. “Beg, puppy.”
Fuck, did I beg. It was all nonsensical, and I doubted any of them could understand a word, but no one seemed to care. Maverick and Skye were getting more turned on by the second, Skye pulling his own cock free of his waistband. Finally, when I was so desperate that tears were springing into my eyes, Skye took pity on me and unlocked the cage.
He barely had it all the way off before all the blood rushed through it. It hurt a little as my cock hardened. It had been so damn long, and I was so turned on. My hips shook with effort as I tried to keep still.
I was so damn distracted by my nearly purple dick that I didn’t even realize that Mav and Skye had gotten my legs strapped down in the bondage chair.
Every part was adjustable and movable, so once I was bound by my ankles, calves, and around my thighs, they widened the individual leg sections so I was spread and vulnerable, completely at their mercy.
“I’m taking the gag off,” Luca informed me, “but keep your mouth shut. The only thing I want to hear from you is a safewordor to answer direct questions, otherwise it’s going back in, understand?”
I probably looked like a bobblehead with the way I was nodding. Luca unstrapped the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I stretched my jaw, as the sensation after removing it was always a little weird.
“Check in, Brooks?” Luca asked, his finger brushing over my ear.
“Green, Sir.”
“Good boy. We’re going to strap your arms now. Or do you need them free? We can continue to hold you like this if you would rather.”
And this right here was why I was okay with them putting me in full bondage. It had taken a while, but I’d eventually been able to move from a hard limit to a soft one, and whenever they played with it, they always made sure my mouth was free or I had an easy way to safeword and would check in. I never felt anything but safe with these guys. I was thrilled I’d finally taken back something I loved and thought had been lost to me forever.
“Green, Sir. I’m okay.”
He kissed the side of my face. “You know the drill. Safeword if you ever become not good.”
“Yes, Sir.”
