“You only do rash things when you’re angry,” Ani said. “So, yeah, kind of. But can you not take your anger out on me? I didn’t do anything.”
He typed in the security code he’d been given on the keypad to the left and snorted. “How can you be so sure?”
Ani hesitated. “I was literally tied up?”
“You’re about to be again.” The door whooshed open, giving Flix his first look at the pristine room.
It was square-shaped with glass one-way mirror walls making up the three sides that didn’t attach to the hallway they were still standing in. All of the furniture that was set against any of those mirrored walls was lower to the ground than normal so as not to block the view of the audience, no doubt gathered on the other side, waiting for the show to begin.
A bed was straight across without sheets, just a mattress covered with a plastic protective case and a single pillow wrapped in the same material. To the left, a workbench of sorts and a storage cabinet sat, filled with all sorts of toys. The right had a display case with carefully sorted ropes and whips and chains.
He’d only ever seen one performance put on at Concealed, and it’d been in a lower-level room where the props hadn’t been as abundant or good, but he’d requested this room for a reason. He was pleased to find the item he’d asked for was already set up and ready for use.
The two of them removed their socks and shoes at the door to avoid unnecessary pauses, and Flix stacked them nicely at the side before rising.
“I asked them to film this,” Flix shared, wanting to tell him before they entered. “But I’m not as skilled with ropes as you are, so we’re going to have to mix it up a bit.”
“I have to do whatever you say anyway,” Ani reminded, shifting impatiently on his feet, either from anticipation or apprehension. He latched onto Flix’s wrist when the Brumal member went to take a step inside finally. “Wait. You promise, though, right? I do this, and you’ll ditch the collar?”
Flix turned to block everyone’s view of Aneski, imagining many of them were probably on the other side of the glass, either wondering what was taking so long or livid that the two of them were even here. He cupped Ani’s cheek and thumbed the bottom of the blindfold.
“You submit to me in front of the live audience already watching, and I’ll take that as proof I can trust you not to run.”
“Because I’d have nowhere left to go.”
“Exactly, baby.”
“You do realize how twisted this is, yeah? Forcing your Onus to fuck you in an uncomfortable situation just to prove a point?”
“Are you uncomfortable?” Flix asked, dipping his finger into the waistband of Ani’s jeans pointedly.
“Just answer the question.”
He clucked his tongue and hooked his finger in the material so that when he stepped back, Aneski was pulled along with him. “Yes. I’m well aware this situation is as toxic as it gets. But then, so is kidnapping, wouldn’t you agree?”
Aneski licked his lips, his shoulders tense. “I can own up to the things I’ve done.”
Flix chuckled and tugged once, hard enough Ani stumbled and slammed into his chest, blindly reaching out to grab onto his arms. “What a coincidence.” He lowered his mouth to the curve of his ear and dropped his voice. “I can own the things I’ve done, too.”
“That is not at all what I just said.” It did the trick though, the corner of Ani’s mouth tipping up slightly, some of the nervousness dissipating.
Only to return in full force when Flix started to undo his pants.
“You be good for me,” Flix reminded. “Remember?”
Aneski swallowed and nodded his head, stepping out of the pants when Flix pulled them down. He started lifting his hands from his sides, then seemed to think better of it and stopped, waiting for Flix to either instruct him or remove the rest of his clothing on his own.
Flix obliged by tearing the material, buttons flying as he jostled Ani, and the younger man made a startled sound.
“This is your shirt,” Ani said, only for Flix to chide him back into silence.
When he had his Tiny Terror naked, Flix stepped back to admire him. Aneski wasn’t fully aroused yet, but it wouldn’t take much to get him there.
“You aren’t getting undressed.” Aneski tipped his head as if in an attempt to listen. “Don’t tell me…You’re keeping yours on, aren’t you.”
“It’s not like you can see me anyway,” Flix replied.
“That isn’t the point or fair.”
