“For my eyes only,” Aneski whispered to himself, snorting over his own stupid joke.
Despite the whir of the machine pumping in and out of his abused hole, Flix must have heard him, because he tipped his head slightly in his direction. He couldn’t do much, since his head was already lowered, his cheek pressed to the ground, held there by the metal collar around his neck.
The collar connected to loops that encircled his shoulders, forcing them slightly back, and a mess of rope created from metallic wires trailed down from there to his waist. His wrists had been secured to his sides, his knees spread and connected to the floor by thick strips of metal that were bolted down.
The whole setup allowed for very little movement. The most he could do was rock back and forth a bit.
His friend had accused Aneski of it being too much and unnecessary, but Aneski disagreed. Rexton had seen the contraption when Aneski had been setting everything up in here, but he’d never seen Flix displayed in it.
He hadn’t seen the way Flix had almost torn the bolts from the floor that first day, before Aneski had added another. Now, they were permanently set in the ground, and a key was needed to twist them enough to remove the metal cuffs pinning Flix down.
Flix’s ass was high in the air, and Aneski shifted, leaning so he could take a look at the thrusting dildo he’d shoved inside the other man’s body an hour or so ago before he’d left for class. The muscle was beat red now, a mixture of lube and a hint of dried blood from when he’d inserted it visible. The toy lubricated every ten minutes on its own, but it’d run out soon.
If Aneski chose to leave again, Flix would be left taking it dry within another hour’s time.
At the base of the toy, another metal loop was attached, leading down to the cock cage. Flix’s full sac was as scarlet as his beat-up hole, and before he understood what he intended, Aneski reached out and grabbed at it, rolling his balls in his palm.
Flix jerked and made a strangled sound behind the tight black gag, the matching blindfold concealing what was no doubt a murderous glare.
With a dark chuckle, he released him and then plucked out the cigarette, hesitating only for a split second before bringing the burning side to the swell of one of Flix’s ass cheeks. He thought it would satisfy him, but watching the skin burn beneath the tiny flicker of flame only had his stomach churning, and Aneski pulled it away and flicked it across the room with a scowl.
He couldn’t afford to be this weak. Couldn’t afford to feel anything remotely like guilt or remorse.
This was Flix’s fault.
This was what he deserved.
Aneski slapped him with an open palm as hard as he could across that same cheek, sure to hit the burn mark, and Flix made an animalistic growling sound.
When he’d been younger, Aneski had idolized the Brumal member currently at his mercy. In his twisted teenage fantasies, he never would have even imagined having him trapped likethis, his to do with as he pleased. Back then, Flix had been larger than life, worth more reverence than Light. Aneski would have cut off his own left nut just for a chance to kneel before him and worship at his altar—preferably with his cock in his mouth.
It was funny how quickly things could change. How one bad decision could eviscerate an entire perception of a person from your mind.
Flix used to be the avenging angel in Aneski’s life he prayed to come and take him.
Now, he was the devil that needed slaying.
But not before Aneski had retrieved his retribution.
And his answers.
He shut the toy off and yanked it out of Flix’s hole carelessly, dropping it without a second thought. That gaping cavern pulsed before starting to close up, and Aneski gave it a moment, allowing Flix a second to hope that maybe this time he would let it.
No chance in hell.
Just before it could fully close, Aneski shoved in the locking butt plug, pushing the metal toy as deep as it could go before twisting the ring to lock it into place inside of the pissed-off and exhausted Brumal member.
Then, he reached down and undid the cock cage, wrapping his fingers around Flix even as he immediately started to harden. He stroked him to full length, enjoying the way the hot flesh burned against his, and the slick glide of precome against his palm. This little ritual of theirs was his favorite part, mostly because he knew out of everything being done to him, this was what Flix despised the most.
A top like Flix, used to being in control of everything and everyone, would feel emasculated by being forced to come for a stranger he couldn’t see. There was a chance he’d fallen for thetrick and thought that Rexton was his sole captor, but Aneski had his doubts.
Flix had always been too smart for his own good, after all.
Honestly though? Aneski kind of liked that too. Liked lying in his warm, safe bed at night, imagining Flix in here, freaking out, trying to guess who it was that fucked him day in and out.
It was a daily occurrence that wouldn’t stop either, not until he finally broke and told Aneski what he wanted to know.
Not until Aneski felt better about being abandoned after that one sweet night they’d shared years ago.
