Bay’s eyes shot open as he was hauled up at the neck by the leather, his fingers just barely having enough time to slip beneath it so there was a little space keeping it from completely strangling him this time. He held on as he was lifted all the way up over the bed until he was on his tiptoes, then Sila rounded the fourposter and came into view, holding the end of the pulley he’d attached to Bay.
He coiled it around one of the wooden posts of the bed, staring at Bay triumphantly all the while. It was clear he was enjoying Bay’s panic.
And he was panicking, because even though Sila had supposedly given him a chance, there was no mistaking the way he’d phrased things wasn’t exactly in Bay’s favor.
He could live only if he survived.
“Since this might be our last night together,” Sila said, ignoring the way Bay whined at that, “I figure I should try out everything I’ve been wanting to, don’t you agree?” He came forward and laughed when he reached for Bay’s dick and Bay tried to move away. Capturing him in a firm grip, he slipped something over, pushing it all the way to the base before securing it in place and letting go.
Bay didn’t have to ask to recognize the cock ring for what it was, though he’d never played with one himself before. He jerked and almost lost his footing and hold around the collar when suddenly it began to pulse, sending strong vibrations through him.
“I wore one of these when I got my piercings,” Sila said, then chuckled and stepped up onto the bed when Bay noticeably paled. “Don’t worry, that’s not my goal tonight.” He was holding something in his other hand, but keeping it out of sight. Once he was standing in front of him, he gave a little push with a single finger at the center of Bay’s chest. “How you hanging, Kitten?”
Bay made a sound of alarm as one foot came off the mattress, more pressure instantly applied to the collar around his throat.
“Steady there.” Sila rested a hand on his hip as though really interested in helping him. “You’re going to want to keep still for this next part.” Finally, he pulled what he’d been keeping hidden into view.
Bay felt a thrill rush through him and gave a slight shake of his head in the negative that Sila promptly ignored.
“I like the way my earring looks on you so much, baby,” Sila told him as he sprayed a small bottle of antiseptic over Bay’s chest. He repeated the process over the long needle he also held then dropped the bottle at their feet. “But we can’t exactly have you going around like that, now can we? It would be too obvious and you don’t want to get in trouble for sleeping with one of your students.”
“Sila,” Bay managed to croak it out but even that was difficult.
“Hmm?” He pretended not to understand, and it was so obvious that was what he was doing, Bay felt a prickle of annoyance.
Which only managed to turn him on even more.
Because if Sila was going through all this effort, that meant he wanted to keep Bay, right? He didn’t want to kill him either, and this whole thing was just another way to give them both what they wanted without having to admit defeat.
He wasn’t going to strangle Bay so long as Bay was good for him and accepted what came next.
He could do that.
If suffering meant winning Sila at the end? Not only could Bay endure, he’d flourish under all of that attention, torturous or otherwise.
“I can be good,” he promised, even though Sila had never actually asked for that out loud.
Fortunately, hearing it seemed to please him, and he reached out and tweaked Bay’s left nipple once in reward. “Yeah? Then do me a favor, Kitten, and cry pretty for me.”
The needle pierced through that same nipple a moment later and Bay ground his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. The pain was brief, the sting lingering but nowhere near as bad as the beating his ass had already taken. When he felt the cold metal from the jewelry being forced through, he risked opening his eyes to see.
It was a small golden barbell with two blue gems at either end, like the stone that was in the ring of his collar.
“Not painful enough for you?” Sila mused, a second before he leaned in and bit at the fresh wound. He was careful not to damage his work, but made sure it would hurt.
Bay jerked and lost his footing again.
Sila steadied him and then smiled, that sweet boyish smile he gave his friends.
Bay had thought it was fake all this time, but maybe there was some truth to it after all. Maybe it just took something extreme and debased to actually bring it out in him.
The second piercing hurt more than the first, possibly because this time Bay was tense and waiting for it. He cried out, shifting on his toes, his erect dick slapping lightly against Sila’s stomach in the process.
That one small touch was enough to send electricity and pangs of need shooting through him, the pain in his nipples immediately forgotten.
“That’s cheating,” Sila scolded, though he didn’t actually sound all that upset. “Look at you.” He pulled back and flicked a finger over Bay’s swollen cockhead. “You’re dripping. Too bad you can’t come with that ring as tight as it is.”
The look he gave Bay next could only be considered pure, undiluted evil.
