Scott screamed. He wished there was a more dignified word for it, but was well aware that the sound he’d let out was very definitely a scream. And to think that he’d thought it would be embarrassing if he’d tripped over…
Being upside down didn’t make it any easier for Scott to get his bearings. He was aware of Joe walking a little way down the alley, then opening a door and carrying him inside a building.
Joe set Scott back on his feet. A second later, blinding white light filled the world. Scott covered his eyes. Several seconds passed before he managed to adjust his vision and blink at his surroundings.
“Well?” Joe prompted.
Scott turned to him. Joe was leaning against the wall just inside the door with his lips twisted into a smirk.
“I…” Scott cleared his throat. He looked around again. He’d never realised that so many types of bondage furniture existed. “I g-g-guess we don’t need to w-worry anyone phoned the p-p-police when they heard me s-s-scream. P-people who live around here, m-must be used to it.”
Joe laughed, light and carefree. “Good boy. Good answer. Now, strip.”
Scott was so tempted to look around and check that they were the only ones there, but he managed not to. It wasn’t as if he’d ever seriously objected to Joe telling him to get naked in front of strangers anyway.
He took off his clothes with as much coordination as he could pull together while Joe was just standing there, fully dressed, watching him. The look in Joe’s eyes didn’t help Scott redirect any blood from his erection toward his brain.
“Give me your clothes.”
Completely nude now, Scott handed all his clothes to Joe.
“Stay there.”
Without another word, Joe disappeared through a door to their left. Scott no longer had anything to distract him from the equipment visible from his position just inside the door.
He could recognise some of it from the internet. Others were familiar from films set in the medieval period. Stocks. Pillories. Racks. A human-shaped cage hung from the ceiling. Scott frowned, sure he’d heard what one was called in an old movie, but unable to recall the term.
Because that was the real problem—not that he was faced with a dozen different set-ups that were all a million miles out of his comfort zone; but that he lacked a complete vocabulary of historical torture devices.
“See anything you like?”
Scott spun around to face Joe.
Joe looked him up and down, his gaze finally settling on Scott’s erection. “I’ll take that to mean you don’t find anything so scary it isn’t still hot.”
Scott blushed. If he hadn’t felt the heat in his cheeks, he would have known from the way Joe’s smile gentled.
“It’s a pity, really,” Joe said, his expression becoming rueful.
“P-p-pity?” Scott asked. He considered their location and added; “s-sir?”
“The first thing you’d have already tried out by now, if you were more experienced when we first met, is a cage.”
Scott looked over his shoulder at the cage hanging from the ceiling.
“Think smaller,” Joe ordered.
Scott turned back to face Joe, still completely confused. Holding out his hand, Joe showed him a much smaller cage. It was made from shiny silver metal. The bars were curved and shaped like a flaccid cock.
Scott stared at it, somewhere between horror and fascination.
“If you found the idea less erotic, this bit wouldn’t be necessary.”
Before Scott could ask what that meant, Joe took his other hand from behind his back and put a bag of crushed ice directly on Scott’s crotch.
Pain shot through Scott. His erection died. His entire package tried to retreat inside his body. But, it still never occurred to Scott to step back and try to escape whatever sensations Joe was willing to offer him.
“Good boy.”
