Pain Slut

by J. A. Rock

  Ridiculous. Drix isn’t going to disappear.

  But if I was just like my mother, then who did that make Drix?

  One evening, I listened to him recount some anecdote about the Dark Ravens, and I grew inexplicably angry. How could he stand there talking about Archimedes Wendell’s additions to the coven’s rulebook, when in seven weeks, I was going to have a child? Did anybody but me understand how important this was? Drix could pretend to. But he wasn’t going to be James’s father. If the going got tough, he could leave anytime. And, stupidly, I resented him for that.

  I started to pick at him. Only sometimes, and only in small ways. Just to see what he was made of. To see if he’d stick around. I wasn’t proud of this, but it was like a demon took me over and forced me to nag at him. Tease him just a little too harshly. Send him on errands just to see how efficiently he executed my instructions.

  Finally, he called me out on it. Very casually one night, while I was chopping vegetables and criticizing his choice to buy a broccoli crown instead of the whole head.

  “You’re not going to scare me off, Miles. Just so you know.”

  I nearly sliced my thumb off. So I was that obvious?

  Que vais-je devenir?

  The whole group came out to Riddle the night Bowser, Drix, and I went to try the dildo iron maiden. Even Dave, who wanted nothing to do with the place, tagged along.

  The line for the iron maiden wasn’t as long as it had been a couple of months ago, when I’d first brought Drix here. Drix and Bowser and I had two couples in line ahead of us. I held Drix’s hand like it was a perfectly natural, adult thing to do.

  BellaSade, a DM, was standing beside the chamber like the person who decides if you’re tall enough to ride a roller coaster. Bella was a transplant from San Francisco, perpetually unimpressed with our city’s geography, architecture, and the selection of play partners in the local scene.

  Dave stared at the chamber. “This looks right up your alley, Miles.”

  The woman currently inside the iron maiden was thumping around and crying, while the man standing outside ordered her to “Stab yourself on the big cock. The purple one.” And keep “the fat blue one” in her mouth. He whacked the side of the chamber with a stick and shouted, “Is your wet, dirty pussy sucking on the cock yet?”

  “Kamen,” Dave said. “Why do you keep looking around?”

  Kamen shrugged. “I asked Ryan to meet me here.”

  “Ohhhh,” Gould said. “My, my.”

  Suddenly a woman’s voice called, “Hey, boys!”

  Kamen’s mouth fell open. “Oh, shit.”

  We all turned as one.

  Mrs. Pell was waving to us from a few places back in line.

  “It’s my mom!” Kamen ducked his head, shielding his face with his hand. “My mom’s here to try the dildo iron maiden. I have to leave.”

  “Kamen . . .” Dave said warningly. “She’s allowed to have a sex life too.”

  “Don’t say those words!”

  “Be good, buddy. Say hi.”

  Kamen turned again and waved tentatively.

  Mrs. Pell held up a large, lumpy black bag, cupped her other hand to the side of her mouth, and yelled over the music, “They said it was bring your own dildos, but they didn’t say how many to bring. And they mentioned there were adaptors so you could attach just about any kind, but I figured suction cup bases were probably ideal, right?”

  People were starting to stare. Kamen faced us again, cheeks flushed. “My mom brought her own dildos. She’s got a bag of dildos. I’m never gonna—never gonna be okay again.”

  “Shhh.” Dave rubbed his back. Looked at the rest of us. “I’m gonna take him to get some water.”

  He and Gould shepherded Kamen out of the line and toward the dry bar.

  Drix watched them leave. “What’s going on?”

  I squeezed his hand. “Kamen’s mother is also in the scene. Occasionally they run into each other. They get along very well in the vanilla world, but Kamen has a hard time when he’s forced to confront that his mother is a sexual being.”

  When we reached the front of the line, BellaSade gave us a bored look.

  “Welcome,” she said flatly. “You are aware that the dildo iron maiden is bring your own dildos?”

  We held up our bag of dildos.

  “And that there are no actual spikes or blades of any type allowed in the iron maiden?”

  “Did somebody really try that?” Drix asked.

  BellaSade nodded tiredly. She gestured to the open chamber. “As you can see, the iron maiden has steps inside so that you can impale yourself on different dildos on different levels. Any projections near the eyes or ears must be no longer than four inches and completely blunt. This is the signal hole.” She indicated a large hole in the side of the iron maiden. “If you need to safe signal, use that. That—” She pointed to another large hole in the back “—is the grope hole. Please do not signal through the grope hole or grope through the signal hole.”

  “We wouldn’t dream of it,” I promised.

  “Because the dildo iron maiden is in high demand, the time limit for scenes is one hour. You are responsible for wiping out the inside of the iron maiden with disinfectant when you’re done.” She stepped back. “Have fun and enjoy the dildo iron maiden.”

  “All right.” I turned to Bowser and Drix. “Let’s mount our phalluses.”

  “If I had a dime . . .” Drix opened the bag, and together we decked the iron maiden with dildos.

  We placed a large VixSkin dildo right about where my ass would be on the lowest level. A thicker ejaculating dildo even with my mouth, with the pump outside so Bowser and Drix could control it. We’d filled it with a faux cum called Nut Butter, which, according to the package, smelled and felt just like the real thing. We situated a vibrating phallus right around where my groin would be. The rest of the dildos we placed in various holes without much rhyme or reason.

  Drix handed me the lube. Gave me a quick kiss, right there in front of everyone. I could feel Bowser watching. “Get on in.”

  I climbed into the chamber, the tips of the dildos brushing against me. Bowser shut the door with a very Mario “Here we go!”

  There was a click as the doors latched.

  It was . . . dark. And it smelled like disinfectant. Every time I moved even an inch, a dildo jabbed me somewhere. I undressed and left my clothes on the floor. Climbed onto the first step. The ejaculating dildo poked my face. The VixSkin cock rubbed against the backs of my thighs.

  “Miles?” Drix’s voice came through the grope hole.

  “Yeah?”

  “You doing okay?”

  “Yep.”

  “Awesome. Get your ass lubed, and then back it up onto the VixSkin, okay?”

  Before I could open the lube, another voice drifted through the signal hole in the side of the iron maiden.

  “Miiiiiles,” Dave whispered. “We don’t want to disturb your headspace. We just want you to know how impressed we are.”

  Then Kamen’s voice: “Yeah, dude. You are a strong, confident man, and you are inside that iron maiden.”

  “Could you guys get the fuck out of here?” I said. “I’m trying to do sex things.”

  Some laughter, and Gould’s voice reached me next: “Whatever you do, don’t signal through the grope hole.”

  I heard Kamen dissolve into laughter again.

  “And we look forward to a full report later,” Dave said.

  Slowly I stuck my arm out the signal hole and lifted my middle finger. There was more snickering, and then they were gone.

  The dildo iron maiden was . . . not a disappointment, exactly. But being in a public place, even if I couldn’t see the public, felt odd. Knowing there was a line waiting for me to finish, and being able to hear Skrillex pumping in through the speakers—it was all a bit much. Bowser and Drix took turns groping me through the hole and ordering me to stand on this step or that step and mount the corresponding dildo. They had brough
t the human cattle prod, which they put to good use—though they made me signal after each shock, which also took me out of the scene.

  They tried a little dirty talk, but it was hard for me to hear them, and—I thought—tough for them not to be able to see my reactions.

  Eventually I was fucking myself on the VixSkin dick while I sucked on the ejaculating dildo. Drix zapped my ass with the wand, making me clench like crazy around the VixSkin, and I came with Bowser pumping Nut Butter down my throat.

  I swallowed the last of the Nut Butter, still surprised by how relatively boring the whole scene had been.

  When they let me out, we took our dildos and put them in a bag for cleaning. Wiped down the iron maiden. Headed to the bar.

  Dave was there, but I wasn’t sure where the others were. I saw Kamen disappear into Refinement with a very short companion who could only have been Ryan. And eventually I spotted Gould by the door, talking to Kel. As I watched, Kel leaned forward and kissed Gould’s forehead tenderly.

  I turned to Drix, but he was talking to Dave. So I slid over to the stool beside Bowser.

  He nodded in the direction of Chaos. “Iron maiden not as exciting as you’d hoped?”

  I always forgot how well he could read me. “Could have been better. But thanks for trying it with me.”

  He nodded and sipped his soda.

  “I hope you don’t think I’m using you,” I said after a moment.

  “This is what I like to do, Miles. I like to mentor. You’re a lot of fun, but you’re not my only sub. So don’t worry.”

  Wow. Okay. Message received.

  I couldn’t help giving him a wicked smile. “But you’ve always wanted to see me actually submit.”

  He shrugged, but I caught a hint of an answering smile. “Wishful thinkin’, I guess.”

  “Why don’t you make me? You and Drix? Why don’t we do a scene where you force me to take whatever you want?”

  “I don’t really want to take it. I want you to give it.”

  What did it mean to give versus letting it be taken? Didn’t I get up on Bowser’s table and spread my legs when he told me to? Didn’t I let him stick needles in my balls and staples in my dick? But part of me understood. I wanted to stop being the know-it-all. Wanted to let myself cry in front of a partner—not just because I was in pain, but because what we were doing meant something to me. I wanted to be shown what I didn’t know.

  “I’m not really sure what you mean,” I confessed. “Maybe I’ve never given that to anyone.”

  “It’s all right.” Bowser set his cup down. Nodded toward Drix. “I think you do give it to him. Because he’s the right person to have it.”

  A week later, both of them stood on my doorstep for Drix’s graduation scene.

  My whole body warmed when I let them in. I noticed the black bag in Bowser’s hand, and the single-tail whip tucked in Drix’s belt, and I smiled. “Is this my surprise?”

  Drix smiled back. “Yes. We want to kidnap you and take you back to our lair.”

  “No, please. Anything but your lair.” I stepped forward to kiss him.

  “Ah, ah.” He placed a hand on my chest. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

  I laughed, a little confused. “Ooh. Big scary dom.”

  Bowser handed me a folder. “We’ve put together a dossier of things we might do to you tonight. You don’t get to choose what we do. But you do get to tell us if any of these things aren’t okay.”

  I took the folder. I’d never seen the two of them like this before. Both so commanding. I didn’t think being forced was somehow closer to “real” submission than anything I’d done so far. But I wanted to experience having the control stripped from me, of having both of them call the shots.

  “We’ll give you a few moments to look that over.” Drix clasped his hands behind his back. “And then you’re ours.”

  My stomach twisted. I opened the folder and read through the typed list of activities. I raised my brows at a few of them, but the more I read, the harder my cock got. By the time I looked up at them, I was squirming.

  “Anything you can’t handle?” Drix asked. “Otherwise you’re our slave until dawn.”

  I smirked. “Is that when you have to get back in your coffin?”

  Drix glanced at Bowser. “Did you hear that?”

  Bowser nodded. “I heard it.”

  “Come here, Miles.” Drix said it so softly, but the tone was absolutely terrifying.

  I stepped forward warily, my breathing rough.

  Drix reached out and touched the hollow at the base of my throat. Stroked it until I swallowed.

  Fucker ripped my cardigan off. Buttons popping, the whole nine yards. He stripped me quickly, efficiently, until I stood naked in front of them.

  Drix stepped behind me. Wrapped the lash around my neck and pulled gently, until my ear was close enough that he could bite it. One of his fangs pricked the cartilage. I leaned back with my head against his chest, and an involuntary whimper escaped me. He tugged the lash, sliding his other hand down my stomach and splaying it just above my groin. “You liked watching me whip Peter that night at the gathering. Didn’t you?”

  I nodded. The lash tightened.

  “Did you imagine it was you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you think about me whipping you in front of all those people?”

  “Oh God . . .”

  “Kneel,” he whispered. “Kneel at my feet.”

  I didn’t move. He slipped his pinkie down slightly so that it brushed the top of my pubic hair.

  “I said kneel, Miles.” His breath was hot in my ear. He moved his pinkie farther down to graze the base of my cock. Inhaled, then nuzzled my temple. “I’m going to whip you. And you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”

  My stomach tightened and released, and I struggled to stay upright. “Make me,” I forced out. “Make me kneel.”

  He laughed softly and licked down the side of my neck. When he reached my shoulder, I got a warning scrape of his teeth, and then he plunged them into my skin. I gasped. He twisted the lash so it dug into my neck. With his free hand, he made a fist around my shaft and my balls. He twisted sharply and bit harder, until I felt the skin break.

  The pain turned everything white. The lash fell away from my throat as I slid to my knees. He knelt with me, keeping me close to him. He put his finger to the throbbing spot on my shoulder and pressed. I choked back a cry, my head falling forward. He removed his finger and showed it to me. The tip was slick with blood.

  With his other hand he caught my chin. “Much better,” he whispered.

  I glanced to the side and caught Bowser’s eye. He looked back at me hungrily.

  Drix moved fast, slugging me in the abdomen. It knocked the wind out of me. Bowser stepped forward and shoved my shoulders down. Placed his shoe on the side of my head, forcing my cheek against the carpet. I remained there, breathing hard, my ass in the air, my stomach throbbing. I was caught between terror and arousal. Drix’s boots came into my line of vision. I swallowed convulsively as I stared at the spikes on the heels. The lash of the whip brushed the floor in front of me.

  The tread of Bowser’s shoe was pushing hard into my temple. I tried to move my head out from under his foot, but no luck.

  Drix slid the lash closer to my lips.

  He shoved the toe of his boot under my cheek, so that my head was clamped between his foot and Bowser’s. I grunted. He pulled it out again and angled it, bringing one of the curved heel spikes closer and closer until it touched my lower lip. I stopped breathing. He used the spike to push my lip downward. “Lick,” he ordered.

  I licked the spike, pressing my tongue against the point.

  “Mmm, he’s a good little pain slut,” Bowser said.

  My shoulders were starting to ache. Drix withdrew his boot and drove the toe into my stomach. I struggled to inhale. “Keep him in place. I want to whip him.”

  Bowser increased the pressure on
my head, and Drix moved around behind me. “His cock’s already hard,” Drix said conversationally. “Miles?” He nudged my thigh with the toe of his boot. “Hold your balls out of the way.”

  I reached slowly between my legs, supporting my weight on my shoulders. Took my cock and balls in my hand and pulled them forward.

  Crack.

  The lash fell so hard and so fast that I jumped. The pointed leather tongue left a slash of fire across my left thigh. I swiped my thumb over the head of my dick, pushing pre-cum down the shaft. The whip cracked again, and pain ripped across both cheeks. Drix wasn’t holding back the way he had at the Dark Ravens meeting—these were full-force blows.

  “Spread your legs,” Drix ordered.

  Shaking with the effort of controlling the pain, I moved my legs farther apart. The next blow landed before I was done, the lash catching the inside of my left cheek, just below my asshole. I bit my tongue and stifled a cry.

  I heard the jingle of a belt buckle. Bowser lifted his boot from my head. Grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up onto my knees. He undid his fly and yanked his dick out. Pressed my face into his groin until his cock touched the back of my throat, making me gag. His pubic hair rubbed the tip of my nose raw as he thrust into my mouth over and over.

  The whip cracked again. Then again. Tears streamed from my eyes, but I forced myself to keep my ass out. Another lash, and my skin felt dangerously close to splitting.

  Drix placed his hand on my back. Stroked gently for a moment while I struggled to catch my breath around Bowser’s cock. Then he stepped back and threw sidearm again, catching me diagonally across both cheeks.

  I heaved, releasing Bowser’s dick and going down to all fours. Bowser moaned, rubbing my scalp roughly with one hand.

  “Kneel up,” Drix said softly.

  I rose slightly, straightening my back and bracing my hands on Bowser’s thighs as he went back to fucking my face. Drix threw the whip so that the tip of the lash struck my left shoulder. I tensed, gulping, and the movement of my throat sent Bowser over the edge. He came hard just as Drix dealt a matching blow to my right shoulder.