Page 60 of Stolen Compliance

“We didn’t have to do a thing, aside from basic maintenance: waxing, hair cutting, etc. She is a perfect specimen of desire and very agreeable. Stand.”

The order is completed without hesitation, and when I move her to face the audience, she turns without resistance. “Bat those pretty eyes for your potential Master,” I whisper, the mic picking up my words.

I make her stand there for a long moment, gazing out into the black abyss beyond the stage, before turning her around and putting pressure in between her shoulders. She’s so well-trained, she knows all the silent cues, bending at the waist, grabbing her lower legs as she bends over, sticking her generous ass out.

Without a word, I stalk to the table at the back of the stage, grabbing the cane there.

“I will give you a quick demonstration of just how perfectly trained this slave is. If you’re the type that loves to hear nothing but the thwap of instrument to flesh…”

Getting into position, I don’t hesitate to smack her ass with the cane. It’s brutal. Her skin instantly pinkening from the stiff, thuddy instrument without any type of warm up. Five precisely executed strikes against her backside, and through it all, she doesn’t make a sound…

“Of course, if you’re the type who loves it when your prey cries…”

As if my words flipped a switch, E-45a begs, “Please, Sir, more. I deserve it.”

That earns her four more hard-as-can-be strikes of the cane, her cries genuine if the hitch in her breath is any indication.

I give her a few more good whacks just for fun, the monster I was turned into in full control now. “What do you say, E-45a?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I think you should thank me properly…”

She takes that as permission to get out of position and fall to her knees, her whimper soft as her tender ass sits against her heels. Pulling out my cock, I shove it into her mouth, letting the warm heat and gagging sounds as I fill her throat without preamble bring me to hardness.

I use her mouth, fucking her face with a brutality that has the lust in the air heightening. Of course, I don’t come, not when the night’s just begun, but I make sure I give a good enough show before pulling out.

“Are you finished?” Dominic drolls.

I huff a laugh even as I stuff my cock back into my pants—an almost impossible feat as his dark, velvety voice washes over me. “Almost. Let’s show our guests a different specimen…and have some more fun.”

The next piece of merchandise is brought in; one of the boys Luca and I picked up from Volkov a few weeks ago.

“This one hasn’t been with us long, so he is…unrefined, but I know there are some who like that.” E-45a stays where she is as I take the boy from the trainer. Before I move back to center stage, though, I beckon for Luca to come out with us.

He hesitates a moment before complying, gaze everywhere but the boy in front of me. This is the one he lingered on when we were reviewing the files…the boy with hair almost the same shade as his, and eyes a beautiful jade color.

“Compliance is important…and our merchandise goes through an intense training program to get as beautifully compliant as E-45a…this piece, however, hasn’t even begun. Shall we give him a taste, Luca?”

Burning brown eyes meet mine, and I bite back my nerves as I wait for his answer that has the power to derail everything…

Evil. That’s the only word that can apply to Teo right now. I let him see my hesitation over this boy. He’s legal, but it’s not by much. And now that brief moment of feeling is being used against me, a knife sinking deep into my back. Fuck, maybe my stomach from the way I want to throw up right now.

He looks so much like Lio…

The man’s eyes beg me, just like Lio once did. But at least I knew Allesandro wouldn’t auction him off. All of us Boys were cherished, even if the road there was hard. But this fake Lio? Lost. Forever.

My limbs are heavy as I step forward again, glancing toward Teo. I let him see the burning hatred I have for him before ruthlessly shoving it down. I’m in a nightmare of my own making, tasting betrayal on the tip of my tongue. And fuck, isn’t that hilarious considering what I did to Allesandro? Karma’s a fucking bitch who knows exactly how to get even.

I grasp the boy’s hair, pulling his head back. To my surprise, he doesn’t fight. In fact, he’s just…vacant. I flick my gaze toward Teo, unsure what to do. However, the asshole just stares back, challenging me.

“Down,” I command harshly, pressing on the top of his head. He folds, but it’s not like a submissive would. Hell, if anything he seems drugged. But that would make this whole situation pointless.

Still, I need him to react. To do something. Anything. They’re expecting a man who fights so they can fulfill their fucked-up fantasies of breaking him—of ruining him. Until he’s nothing but a piece of trash they throw away and come back willingly, excitedly to another damn auction.

Swallowing, I backhand him. He falls listlessly to the side but doesn’t even attempt to get up. The urge to vomit is stronger now, because I just know what’s coming, and I want no part in it.

Whispers and an occasional boo reach my ears, even over the roaring sound of injustice within me. All I want to do is pick the boy up and run. Run back to Martellis that actually have honor. Not these fuckers.