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He’s incapable of cognitive thoughts, only recognition of his senses being stimulated. He is a creature of feeling and instinct. Harsh, ragged breaths tumble between his heavy lips. The panting was all that much louder in his own ears since the noises are trapped inside the thick rubber mask strapped snugly around his head. He can taste the salt of the sweat running down his face as the damn thing acts as a furnace, boiling him alive. He glances at the brightly dressed individual that’s walking around his hulking frame and he shuts his eyes. Even if his senses weren’t currently overwhelmed, the garish colors would offend him. He listens to their heavy footfalls instead and allows some of the tension in his body to dissipate.
Later on he’ll remember that he heard the whoosh of the cane’s approach before it’s strike, but all he can focus on now is the blinding sting of his thighs and the deafening crack of the bamboo against his skin. He grunts loudly in pain. A mocking chuckle is his response before three more blows rain down against his fleshy ass and legs.
“Come now Little Piggie, I thought you wanted to squeal for me.”
He snorts in defiance and sways his large hips as best he can in all of his restraints. His aforementioned spread legs are shackled at his ankles with heavy cuffs. The man’s wrists are bound with a thick and noisy chain that’s attached to the big pink collar around his massive neck.
“I am not a good loser. No mercy.”
He regrets his show of insubordination immediately as the next blow glances off the twisted, pink pig tail that adorns the end of his plug. A high pitched keen explodes from his throat as the plug is viciously slammed against his prostate.
“Very good Piggie! Now kneel.” The cane hits the back of his knees and his legs collapse beneath him. With a loud groan he barely keeps his torso upright. This waves of vicious attacks from the kendo stick always leave him reeling. And this is the tenth round he’s endured so far.
The wax is back. The intense heat is now welcome as it soothes sore muscles that have grown tight from standing awkwardly for so long. A noise not unlike a purr rumbles out as the wax is dripped and poured in cascading arches along his powerful back.
“Hooley dooley mate.”
The grating voice is the first thing that breaks through his sub space haze. With annoyance he finally opens his eyes again and glances at the man standing slack jawed before him. He’s normally at eye level with people when he’s kneeling but this man is tall enough for him to be forced to gaze up at. The man’s pupils are blown wide so he’s not sure of their color but they seem to be totally focused on him. He watches the man take a shuddering breathe to reign in the vibrations wracking his body. His eyes don’t leave him though and his gaze feels predatory.
“That’s an impressive hog you got there Zarya.”
“He is blue ribbon pig.”
The tall man circles him and Zarya and his eyes never leave his body. The newcomer is lanky and broad shouldered. There’s a shock of platinum blond hair sprouting from the top of his head. Probably dyed. Standard black clothing. Loose fitting black denim below a tight velvet hoodie littered with superficial silver zippers. He’s so focused on the grinning stranger he misses the beginning of Zarya’s question: “-hours ago?”
“Bloody customs delayed me arse from entering after me luggage set off every alarm,” He cackles.
“Jamison! Were you so foolish as to bring your work on a plane?” the huge woman that has been working him over for the past two hours sounds horrified. His mind is only half paying attention as he turns the name Jamison around in his head.
“I’m not a total dipstick!” Jamison yells indignantly. “But all me fake cocks bout burst from me carryon. I got questioned about being some damn prostitute! Had to learn these yanks about the finer points of milking a man’s prostate and how variety is the spice of life! You can’t just shove any ole thing up an arse and expect an eruption. Ya gotta tease and torment, maybe use a vibrator and let em just squirm on it.”
The sadist currently allowing hot wax to pool at the small of his back chuckles. The large man shivers despite the heat enveloping him. There’s a small chime that sounds below and he freezes. As do the two individuals watching him. Zarya bursts into uproarious laughter and squats down.
“Little Piggie agrees!” Zarya grabs the metal cage encasing his hardening cock. There’s a small bell dangling from his chastity cage. It’s main purpose is ornamental, he happens to think it’s a cute addition. He never expected it to betray him in such a fashion. It’s mortifying. The overwhelming shame of an adorable little bell announcing to everyone that he enjoyed Jamison’s story makes him glance anxiously to the loud man.
“Of course he does! It’s something a sheila like yer self wouldn’t understand!”
“I never get a rise out of Little Piggie,” she states. There’s no bitterness in her voice. Zarya is frequently his partner. She’s an amazing Domme and has expressed how much she enjoys scenes with him. There is just zero attraction between them. Their scenes are 100% power play and an appreciation for each other’s physical strengths. It’s a rush for both of them but if he had to compare it to anything he’d use a gym workout over a romp in bed. He’s honestly just incredibly homosexual and there’s no amount of muscle Zarya could gain to stir any interest. Not that she would want to stimulate that side of him. She’s as gay as he is and he’s confident his tits are just as sexually unimpressive to her as her musculature is to him.
He’d prefer a partner that he could be intimate with but finding the right match has been difficult. Anyone that he’s been involved with romantically did not understand his needs as a submissive. In fact, most partners when discovering this side of him, assumed he would be dominant. The strain of not having his needs met destroyed any serious relationships. So he comes here to find release and to surrender his control. He prefers not to tempt fate by dating anyone that he would be forced to interact with if things feel apart. He needs the club more than he needs a boyfriend. Mostly. Sex on the other hand is totally welcome and he’s imagining how skilled this stranger would be at it.
Hands are inspecting his cage and when he’s looking at Jamison he can’t help the way his body leans into the touch. Zarya never holds back physically when they play – he’s the only person she feels comfortable using her enormous strength on – but he hasn’t felt this gloriously exposed in quite some time. Jamison’s eyes haven’t stopped boring into him since he first spoke up and it’s unnerving as hell. He feels his chest constrict and he desperately commands his lungs to take slower breaths. He’s not a greenhorn and has had plenty of people stare at him inside and outside the doors of this club. He’s also sure that he’s plenty older than the young man in front of him. And Christ, he gets off on humiliation for fucks sake! But Jamison’s wild eyes are twitchy and overwhelming and it makes a spark of anxiety crawl up his chest and scratch the back of his throat.
He wheezes through his mask and the hands on his chastity device pause. “Give me your status Little Piggie,” commands Zarya. The lack of disappointment in her voice soothes his frayed nerves. He takes a deep rattling drag of air before calmly letting it back out. Crisis averted.
“Six,” He grunts out.
Jamison watches on in fascination, sharp canines biting his thin bottom lip when he hears the massive man finally speak.
“Good job. Now go clean yourself off while I chat with my friend.” He feels her gloved hands unlocking the chain wrapped around his wrists. He’s frozen as she moves behind him to unlock the cuffs from his spreader bar and he finally looks away from Jamison. Normally their sessions don’t end so abruptly. She’s capable of pushing him a lot farther than this. Did his arousal offend her? He thought they were beyond such things but it’s not something that happens between them so he feels unsure. “Use your inhaler,” she comments lowly behind him. He relaxes immediately despite the frustration of a lackluster finish. Beating him black and blue was within her comfort zone, watching him suffer an asthma attack was not.
He uses his hands to push himself to his feet and purposely ignores the man in front of him and patiently waits with his arms held out in front of him. Zarya piles all of his gear into his hands. They always use his custom pieces since none of hers fit him. Plus, using a partners gear feels too intimate to him. His chastity cage and pig tail remain his to remove in privacy. His skin feels uncomfortable now that the wax has cooled and hardened on his skin. He’s grateful for the chance to go scrape it all off.
“Thank you Domina,” He rumbles before lumbering away.
-
“You always introduce people mid scene with their bits out for everyone to see?” Jamison reclines in the plush booth seat opposite Zarya with a wide, amused grin stretching across his thin face.
Her neon pink hair shakes in the negative. “Nyet. You arrived late.” She looks at him disapprovingly and crosses her thick arms over her electric purple corset.
He squints back at her, in part due to the reflection coming off of her latex attire, the rest because he doesn’t appreciate her tone. “I already told ya! Me cocks was confiscated! And before ya start your ear bashing, I didn’t bring those,” He sniffs with offense, long nose pointing up. “I shipped those separate. Besides, I didn’t think you’d have the porker on display when we first met! I know I’m a root rat and all but that was a show pony of an introduction.”
“You did not appreciate the show?”
“Now I didn’t say that. I just didn’t know you wanted me to jump the bloke when ya mentioned meeting a friend.”
There was a long pause between them before they burst into equally loud laughter.
“I am not serving him up to you. He is an excellent partner. I actually thought he could help you test product. How you test is none of my business. I prefer to see him bend to strength, not lust.” Zarya places her gloved hands on the table. Jamison tries to ignore the garish shade of blue, despite its loud tone. He didn’t give a flying piss about fashion but sometimes he questioned if his friend was color blind. He hopes her massive friend is not as drawn to neon and pink as she was want to do. ….although he might be cute in pastels ; that pig’s tail had been damn adorable.
“Oi, so what’s his orientation? He a sub, or does he live in a cage like a pet? Noticed the animal theme.”
“I like pigs,” a deep voice chuckles.
-
The large man smirks as the blond jumps before whipping around to find him looming over their table. Those intense eyes are back to staring.
“Jamison, this is Mako, he’s a submissive,” Zarya offered since the blond had made no move to do anything but drool.
Mako’s smirk morphs into an amused smile as Jamison jumps to his feet and thrusts his left hand out in greeting. His palm dwarfs the other man’s hand but long fingers still grip firmly to shake his. He can see Jamison trying to get a closer look at his face but unfortunately his medical mask is necessary tonight. Outside of a scene he feels more comfortable with some physical barriers which is precisely why he came back dressed in his heavy boots and leather pants and vest.
“Mate I’d really like to root ya,“ Jamison announces suddenly.
“Jamison!”
“We can all sit here and pretend that’s not exactly where this whole meet and greet is going but watching you get worked over was bronzer and I ain’t gonna be able to sit here and play friends when me brain’s running through a million things I can be doing to ya instead. Wanna ditch the shiela and see how much better I am at torture than her?”
Yes. Yes he absolutely does. “No patience, probably suck at it.”
“Patience is just a fancy way of saying lazy. Anyone can string someone up and leave ‘em waiting and wanting more. My approach is more on the explosive side. They call me Dr. Boom –“
“They do not,” said Zarya, looking absolutely mortified by her friend’s behavior.
“Like you would know what men have to say about me!” Jamison screeches, completely offended. “As I was saying! Come have a slumber party with me and we’ll paint each others nails, compare tits and have pillow fights or whatever the hell you do at one of those. I bet you have cute piggie jammies don’t ya?”
Mako laughs uproariously at the maniac practically bouncing in his seat and nods his approval. The guy’s enthusiasm is contagious and he appreciates his direct approach.
“Ripper!” Jamison scrambles out of the booth to leer up at Mako, tugging him down to eye level with a grasp at his vest.. “I’m gonna get yer number from Comrade Dayglow and text you the address of where I’m staying. You have ninety minutes to get home and prepare before I’m expecting you at me door. And pack for a weekend mate, there’s too much of ya to enjoy in just one go.”
Mako questions when his libido became stronger than his sanity as he huffs a quick, “Will do, Boss,” before exiting.