The Red Market (mxmxm)

- Ch. 3 -

I lay here on the bed, vulnerable; sprawled, and chained. I can't help but to focus on my aching cheeks. I'm usually fine with gags, my face doesn't seem to tire easily, but after having this stupid gag in for hours on end, its starting to bug me. The couple left the room a little while ago, and as hard as I try to strain to listen to anything, there's radio silence coming from the hallway. I try yanking on the chains holding my arms again but they seem to be pretty sturdy. Almost as if it were a bell being rung, the two of them walk back in. The blond approaches the foot of the bed as the driver hangs back near the open door.

"Lets make a little deal shall we?" the blond proposes, crossing his arms. The look on his face is mischievous and makes me not want to hear this "deal" of his. "We're going to set a thirty minute timer for you. I want you to try your damned hardest to get out of these chains. If you manage before the time runs out, you're free. You can leave; we've already made the payment. However, if you don't make it, things go to plan and you're ours no matter what. Deal?" I can hear the pounding of my heart flooding my ears. Free? Are you kidding?! Who wouldn't make that deal. I try to muffle out a yes through the gag but abandon speaking and just frantically nod in agreement. "Perfect," he smiles, and turn to leave.

Usually I'd try to analyze his reaction, but I can't waste any time. I try to grab onto my wrist but the chains don't allow my fingers to reach my other arm. I then resort to wrapping the chain around my hand and start yanking. I try my hardest to throw my body into it, hopefully attempting to just break the wood of the frame its attached to, but it seems pretty sturdy. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I try to squirm and heave every which way until the sound of a timer goes off from the hallway. My heart sinks as the two of them walk into the room again, stopping the timer and looking down at my now slightly sweaty body.

The blond approaches me and reaches out to caress my cheek as I try to move my face away. "That's too bad, I was really hoping you'd at least get close," he coos and I glare at him. "Now, don't give me that look, a deal is a deal little one."

I watch as the driver walks over to a wardrobe in the corner of the room, grabs something, and turns back, leaning up against one of the bedposts. I look down to see a thick black leather flog in his hand and my muscles immediately tense up. He notices and smirks as he runs his fingers along the edge, looking up and down my body. The blond moves away from my side and grabs a black crop hanging from a hook I didn't see on the wall.

"Now, before I take that lovely gag of yours off, we have to go over a few things first," the blond says running his hand down the staff, looking at me as if he wants to whip me raw right here and now. "First and foremost, you will only refer to me as Sir. If you have any troubles with that, I'll be happy to make sure you wont in the future," He smiles as he enjoys the thought of getting to punish me for not using a stupid name.

"I, on the other hand, will only be referred to as Master, understood?" the driver says, his heavy voice sinks into my ears. I had almost forgotten what he sounded like after staying silent for so long.

"Now rules. The most important part," the blond chimes in again running the crop up my leg and body, sending shivers in its wake. I try my hardest to not be turned on right now, but fuck, its difficult. "One," the driver -- or I guess 'Master' -- says, "You do what we say, no matter what. I don't give a shit about what you have to say."

"Two, you do not do anything without our permission," 'Sir' says.

"That includes showering, eating, sleeping... everything," 'Master' chimes in. "Three," he continues, "There's no speaking unless spoken to."

"And finally, the safe word is 'red'," Sir finishes, caressing the side of my face with the riding crop. "Pretty simple, don't you think?" he retorts and I nod my head slightly, not really wanting a crop to my face right now. He lowers the crop and leans towards me. I lift my head up as he goes to unlock the gag. Finally after a day of having it in, I stretch my mouth out a bit and allow my jaw to close. Master comes up and wipes some saliva off the corner of my mouth, remnants from the gag.

"Lets see if you can listen to three little rules," Master says, wiping his hand on his dress pants. "What do ya say, huh?" he asks. I realize the opportunity to use my lessons here, but refuse. They really think I'm going to crack this easily? That a couple of whips and chains will make me take them seriously? They'd be naïve to think like that.

"Sure," I crack out, my mouth instantaneously going dry. Soon enough I hear the crack of the crop before the blinding pain on my thigh. My entire body twitches and I let out a shrill scream. From the warehouse I'm used to mainly cattle prods and regular whips, but something about this crop makes me want to listen to the person on the other end. "Mother FUCKER!" I groan out after the initial searing pain dies down to the regular numbing.

My face gets roughly grabbed, short fingernails sinking into my cheeks. My head gets pulled to my left, and I'm met with Sir's green eyes. "You want to try that again?" he asks, or rather, demands. "Nah," I smirk at him, not breaking eye-contact. He doesn't react. I expected him to get angrier and smack me again. However, instead, he let goes of my face and smiles as he stands back up. He runs the crop down from my hip towards my ankle, then back up on the inside of my leg. He drags the end of the crop across the fresh smack making it tingle more. He stops his journey, the end of the crop lightly touching the underside of my balls.

I try not to move or look panicked and just stare into his eyes as he smirks. "I'll give you three seconds," he says putting slight pressure through the crop. I gulp, my mind racing, but over those three seconds I decide to keep my mouth shut, not giving him the satisfaction. I see a sort of glint in his eyes as I don't speak and he smacks the underside of my groin. My sight goes completely white and my breath is taken from my lungs as the pain starts to register. My sight starts to come back as I tense my body and slam my back into the bed. I try to breathe through the searing pain, feeling like there's a fire in my groin. This beginning pain lingers longer than my thigh and I try to squeeze my eyes shut before the tears start rolling. A tear runs down my cheek as I hum through the pain. I feel a thick tongue lick up the tear as it falls. I can almost imagine Master's smirk after tasting my pain.

I blink out the rest of the white spots in my vision and breathe out low shaky breaths. "One more time," Sir says, his voice now sounding like molten lava in my ears. "Or, " Sir says, moving from the bed towards wardrobe, returning with a heavy duty prod, something even more powerful than the shit heads at the warehouse used. "should we just move to this?" he continues placing the metal tips on my manhood making me jolt.

"Okay fine! Whatever, I get it!" I bark out towards him trying to get myself farthest away from this thing. A large hand wraps around my throat and I'm turned to face my right side. Master looks intensely at me, seeing the excitement in his eyes.

"Say it properly, and we might accept it," He says lowly, keeping the excitement from his voice.

"Yes, I understand, " I grit through my teeth, angrily. Another crack hits my ear before the fiery pain reaches my other inner thigh.

"Fuck!" I yelp out, my right leg twitching from the impact. "Yes m-. Yes Master. I fucking understand." I grit out refusing to look at him. Master stands back up looking up towards Sir. They seem to communicate silently and leave the room together, shutting the door behind them.

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an: Heres two updates cause I totally forgot to update, whoops. But fr, thanks for reading yall
Edit: I did change the safe word here so from here on its Red instead.

Stay safe <3
EF