The Red Market (mxmxm)

- Ch. 4 -

Once the door clicks shut I lean up to look at the damage done. I turn my left leg and see the massive red circle and welted line made from the crop. "Fucking Christ," I mutter. Looking towards my right leg I see the red circle forming, but the welt has yet to appear. I focus down towards my crown jewels. From my angle I can't see the impact of the crop, but I do notice I'm slightly larger than normal. Fuck. No. Fuck.

I slam my back into the bed and shame myself for starting to get hard from the pain. Goddamn. I gotta get this down before the assholes notice. I try to clear my mind but as I close my eyes all I can focus on is the shadow of pain in my groin and thighs. "Fuck," I drone out under my breath.

I hear the door squeak and I snap my eyes up to see Sir entering. He doesn't acknowledge me and instead hangs up the crop and moves towards the wardrobe. He shuffles through some drawers, collecting things I can't see. He eventually makes his way towards me and sits on the edge of the bed facing me.

He looks down at my face and reaches out towards me. I glare at him as he caresses my cheek. He smiles and chuckles slightly, "I know you're not a big fan of me right now, but we'll get to know each other well soon enough," He coos. He reaches into a box and pulls out a thick red leather collar. It looks like something you'd put on your pitbull. He unlatches it and snakes the cold leather around my neck. He latches it shut, making sure its not too tight.

Sir curls his finger around the D-ring on the front of the collar and pulls me up towards his face. "You keep this on, or you're going to regret it, I swear to God," he tells me. His voice is different from every other time. I got the feeling that if I even attempted to unlatch this thing I'd be left red and raw on this bed. I shift my jaw and nod slightly. He doesn't bother to instill a verbal response, and stands up from the bed, moving down to the foot.

He takes out a jar of something and kneels on the bottom of the bed, unscrewing the top and taking out a glob of white cream. He rubs thick cold cream onto my thigh and I flinch from the contact. He looks up towards me with a smirk. "It'll help the pain and recovery," he explains, continuing to softly rub the cream into my thigh.

After coating my left thigh mark, he moves onto my right thigh before going to my groin. He glances up towards me before gently lifting my dick to coat the underside and balls. I involuntarily wince at the movement, still reeling from the pain. He doesn't say anything but does try to rub more gently. When he finishes and returns the jar into the wardrobe, the cream starts to take effect. The fiery pain subsides as the cream cools the effected areas, and starts to slightly numb them.

I watch as Sir comes back towards me, ignoring the box at the foot of the bed, heading towards the top of the bed. He sits down again, leaning across my body to bare his weight on that hand, leaning over me. "That better?" He asks, looking down at me. I shift my eyes, not wanting to admit it. "Yeah," I say begrudgingly. "Well, I'll leave you to rest," He says pushing a strand of hair behind my ear before standing and leaving the room.

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I walk down the hallway towards my room. Its been about a week in this place and I've hated every minute of it. I reach my door, walking in before stopping dead in my tracks. I stand, unable to move as I watch Sir straddling Master's lap, grinding his perky ass into his groin. I feel my face go beet-red and try to look away but for some reason I can't manage to.

Sir moves down from Master's lips to the crook in his neck. As he moves his head, Master sees me over his shoulder and smiles. He grabs Sir's head and whispers into his ear, "we have an audience." Sir turns his head to see me and I finally am able to move.

I shift back, my face getting even redder. "I- I'm-, I jus- sorry," I stutter, trying to shuffle my legs out of the room, but they feel as if they're made from lead.

Sir stands up from Master's lap and starts walking towards me. He wraps his arms around my waist, scraping his nails along my back. I hear the door click shut and feel a hard chest on my back. My vision starts to go fuzzy as Sir starts kissing and sucking my neck. A fire starts in my chest as I feel myself harden. Sir rubs up against me noticing my little problem and chuckles. I feel Master glide his hand up my chest and wrapping around my throat. I let a small moan escape my mouth as he harshly pulls my head back so he can see my face.

"Let us hear you," Master lulls into my ear resonating to my dick. Sir bites down on a soft part of my neck causing me to moan out and lean back into Master's chest. I feel a lump rub my ass. It takes while for me to realize what exactly I was feeling. My face grows hotter and I close my eyes, turning my face to the side, unable to process anything.

Before I know it, Master throws off my shirt and Sir grabs onto my shaking legs, hoisting me up to let me wrap my legs around his waist. We don't move far until he tosses me onto the bed. I look up at the two handsome men as they look down at me. I try to look away and hide myself from their gaze but Sir crawls over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. He starts to attack my neck again, peppering my neck and chest with hickeys.  

I feel fluffy straps wrap around my wrists, and I'm hoisted up. Sir unbuckles my belt and in one fell swoop, my pants and underwear are tossed on the floor. After some shifting  and clanking of chains, Master stops touching me, letting me hang from the ceiling, as I kneel on the bed. I see Master's hands come into my peripheral vision before I catch a glimpse of a blindfold and my vision is taken. I feel the blindfold latch close and soon there's nothing.

I jump slightly when a hand grazes my chest, slightly lingering on my nipple before trailing down to my exposed and hard dick. I moan as the hand starts stroking me, the knot in my stomach balling up. A different set of hands rake up my sides and I involuntarily buck into the hand stroking me, making Sir chuckle and lick up my chest, stopping to expertly swirl his tongue around my nipple. I lean into the sensation, arching my back and letting out a moan.

Sir bites down on my nipple, the pain enhancing the pleasure as I leak precum into his hand. Master starts sucking on my neck, doubling the sensations, making me swing my head back onto his shoulder. I moan out as I buck against Sir's hand, needing more friction. Sir's mouth retracts from my nipple as I hear him tsk in my ear. "p-please," I moan out.

"Use your words," Master tells me.

"Please, I need-" I cry, trying to rub my cock against Sir's hand. When I do so, he lets go and refuses contact. I whimper from the lost feeling.

"Full sentences," Sir demands in my other ear. I whimper, not wanting to beg so easily. I try to ignore it, but have to eventually give in.

"p-please Sir, please, I need you. I need you to touch me. Please," I beg, my voice wavering. I don't get a verbal response, rather, I feel something hot and wet wrap around my cock. I gasp at the sudden change and lean further back into Masters shoulder.

I moan out loudly as I feel my tip hit the back of Sir's throat as he sucks me off. The knot in my stomach builds up even more as I feel the urge to cum surface. Quickly my moans are muffled as Master shoves his fingers in my mouth. Automatically I start licking and sucking on his fingers, trying to mirror what Sir was doing to me. Master retracts his fingers and I resume my moaning.

Soon enough I feel Master's wet finger at my entrance. I yelp as he circles my asshole and bites down on my neck. "Please! Please can I cum Sir?!" I yell out realizing how soon that urge had come to surfacing. I don't get an answer for a few seconds, but it feels like ages. Eventually Master gives me permission and as soon as he says this, I stop holding back and cum into Sir's mouth.

I feel my blindfold unlatch and see Sir in front of me, a drop of cum rolling down the side of his cheek. My face gets hotter as he looks in my eyes, his entire presence seeping lust. Master's hand reaches out from behind me, wiping the cum from Sir's face, licking it off his thumb. "Mmh... sweet," Master coos into my ear sending a shiver down my spine.