Caught on Camera: Part Four

by Lily Harlem

  A man in a neat black suit stepped out of the shadows.

  “Federico,” Donna said, tottering up to him on her heels and air kissing his cheeks. “Thank you so much for supporting Slippery Slots. Tom has asked me to extend his appreciation and regards.”

  “It is my pleasure, as it is to receive payment for use of the location.” He laughed.

  Donna tittered. “Indeed.” She gestured behind herself. “Now these are my models and cameraman. Can I show them through?”

  Reece was aware of a few people in the lobby looking at them and obviously wondering what they were doing.

  He smoothed down the black leather waistcoat he was wearing. It was so not him and combined with tight black leather trousers and a peaked black leather cap, he felt a bit of a twat. He’d be glad to get out of it. He’d feel better naked.

  Cade looked awesome, though, in his black leather trousers. He didn’t wear a hat—instead, a black studded leather harness over his chest. It came down in a V-shape around his neck, gathered in a chrome hoop on his sternum and circled his torso. Reece had adored it the moment Donna had fitted it. There was something so Dom about it and it touched Cade’s pecs in a way that defined them and made him appear rock solid. He wore a coat too, long and made of the thinnest leather. It was Matrix style and Reece hoped he’d get the chance to have Cade fuck him, wearing just that. It would flap and swing and smooth onto his skin in a seriously erotic way.

  Donna turned to them. “Go get a drink and I’ll catch you in a minute when Jack’s checked out the lighting.”

  “Where’s the bar?” Reece asked.

  “This way. It’s in the room before the one we’ve hired.”

  Reece glanced at Cade and twitched his eyebrows.

  “Yeah, one drink is good,” Cade replied.

  “I agree.”

  They followed Donna through an archway and the heat of bodies warmed Reece’s cheeks. The place was buzzing. People were milling around in various states of undress, some wearing collars, others being led on leads.

  There was dull thumping music, almost to the beat of the thwacks he’d given Cade’s arse earlier.

  He slid his hand over Cade’s buttocks, gently smoothing his palm over his trousers. “This okay?” he asked.

  “Never better. I love the afterburn. Reminds me of the fun.”

  Reece smiled. He was looking forward to the same experiences Cade had enjoyed so much. He was still nervous though. Not of being soft and wimping out, but of the pain failing to arouse him—not making him want more and not reaching a point it made him want to come.

  “What are you drinking?” Cade asked, finding a gap at the long bar and resting his elbows down.

  “Beer will do.” Reece watched Donna melt into the crowd. She was swallowed into the mass of people with Jack close behind.

  “Two beers,” Cade ordered.

  “You the guys on the movie set tonight?” the barman asked.

  “Yeah,” Cade replied.

  The barman smiled and let his gaze linger on Cade then Reece. “Here, on the house. We’re all looking forward to the show.”

  Reece took a beer. “Cheers.” He glugged the first third down—they were all looking forward to the show—the show of him being beaten and buggered.

  When he moved the beer from his mouth, Cade leaned close and brushed his lips over his. “It’s okay.”

  “You said there was a gag. How do I have a safeword?”

  “You’ll be bound, wrists and ankles, but beside your left hand there is a buzzer. You’ll have to stretch up to reach it so you don’t hit it by mistake. But it’s there. If I hear it once, I slow everything down, check you’re okay. If you ring it twice I stop, release you and it ends.”

  “But what about the scene?”

  “Fuck the scene. If you’re not okay, it ends.” Cade ran the back of his index finger down Reece’s cheek. “You’re my priority, nothing else. I want you to have an amazing experience subbing. You dominated like a pro, and I want to give you the same feelings.” He smiled. “Because then you’ll want to do it all over again…with me.”

  “I want to do everything all over again with you. Every single thing.”

  “Works for me.” Cade leaned back, picked up his beer and drank deeply. There was lust and excitement glittering in his dark eyes.

  Reece glanced around. He could do this. He’d be fine. He’d played bondage in the past with previous lovers, was no stranger to having things up his arse, and he knew Cade would handle the flogger well.

  “Look,” Cade said. “That’s hot.”

  “Yeah.” Reece settled his gaze on three men. They were on a kind of platform in the corner and were all naked. They had quite an audience around them. One, who was the smallest of the group by far and likely early twenties, was on his knees, legs spread and taking a big brute of a man’s cock up his arse.

  The older bloke behind him, fucking him, held the smaller man’s slender forearms backwards in a tight grip. It seemed the sub had no choice but to arch his back and sit harder onto the cock he was being pulled up and down onto.

  The third man was standing, holding the young guy beneath his jaw. He was sliding his erection in and out of his mouth, so the twink was taking it from both ends. It was clearly working. The young guy’s long, thin erection was tapping up against his belly and appeared ready to erupt.

  “Spit roast,” Cade said. “Gotta love it.”

  “Mmm.” Reece could feel a tingle in his cock. It was impossible not to be aroused by the sight. The two big guys were fucking their plaything really good and with an enthusiasm that made Reece think they’d forgotten they were being watched, or perhaps that added to their enthusiasm. Being watched was a turn on in itself, as he knew only too well.

  “Boys, boys, come along,” Donna said, appearing before them. “It’s show time.”

  Reece drained the last of his beer.

  Cade did the same.

  “Everyone in there,” Donna said, “has signed to agree to be filmed as background, so it’s all above board. The camera will mainly be on you two, of course, but if you notice Jack pan around, it’s all pre-arranged.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” Reece said. That was the last thing on his mind.

  “Remember,” Cade said quietly, “it’s me and I’ve got you. I will always be there, so let the flogger take you to that hazy, fuck-filled place that feels so damn good.”

  “Yes,” Reece said, slipping his hand into Cade’s. “That’s where I’m going.”

  “And you have no lines to remember but I have lots and…”

  Reece studied Cade, he had a crease between his eyebrows.

  “What?” Reece asked, wondering what was bothering Cade.

  “Those lines. They’re scripted but fuck, they’re true. Believe…believe them all.”

  “But…?”

  “If only I was as bloody good at expressing how I feel as my character Jenson is.” Cade gave a short huff then grinned. “Come on. Let’s do this.”

  “Hey, you two.” Jack stood before them. “Are you ready or what?”

  “Yeah,” Cade said. “We’re ready.”

  Jack lifted the camera. The big furry gray boom pointed toward them.

  Donna stood behind Jack and did a three-two-one with her fingers.

  “Action,” she mouthed.

  Reece tipped his chin and glanced around.

  “It’s time,” Cade said.

  Reece opened his mouth to speak but Cade pressed his index finger over his lips—as per script.

  “No, don’t speak, Timothy. Words are no longer needed between us.”

  Reece nodded, long and slow.

  Cade smiled as Jack zoomed in. “Now it’s time for your final fantasy to come true. We’re going to go into the next room and you’re going to hand yourself over to me totally. I’m going to find your demons and tempt them to the surface. There will be nothing between us. After ten years together, it is time to be stripped bare, nothing to hide,
nothing to fear.” He swept his lips over Reece’s. “But first this.”

  He delved into the pocket of his long jacket and pulled out a shiny black ball attached to a leather strap with a buckle.

  “Words aren’t needed,” he said again. “Open up.”

  Reece did as instructed. He stared into Cade’s eyes. It felt so unnatural to be letting something be wedged between his teeth, flattening his tongue and stretching his lips. But he did it. He stood perfectly still while Cade removed his hat and did the buckle up on the underside of his crown.

  The camera was close, watching Reece’s face. He could see the lens flashing in the dim lights that were dotted around the room and made out a blurred reflection of himself. He looked strange, jaw stretched and a big black ball his main feature.

  “There,” Cade said, touching the corners of Reece’s mouth with the tip of his index finger. “Now all you have to do is feel.” He smiled. “Come on. I have this fantasy all set up for you.”

  He took Reece’s hand and led him past the bar.

  People were staring, wondering who they were, what they were doing. Not because of the ball-gag. Reece knew that wasn’t an unusual sight in here, but because Donna was clearing the way and Jack was walking backwards in front of them with his camera held high.

  Reece watched the way Cade’s long coat swished from side to side with each of his steps. It turned him the hell on, that coat.

  They reached the entrance to the final room. It had Dungeon written over it in white paint and lights designed to look like lit torches sat on either side of the doorframe.

  Donna and Jack went in and Cade tugged Reece behind him.

  He heard the door shut.

  The beat of the music was quieter in here, the conversation more of a hum than excited chatter.

  Reece breathed in deeply, through his nose because he couldn’t very well through his mouth, and smelled sex—hot bodies, sweat, the musk of arousal.

  “You like what you see?” Cade asked, stopping and gesturing around with a sweep of his palm.

  Reece nodded. He’d guess there were about thirty people or so, all hovering at the edge of the large circular room and in various states of undress. Some were standing against the brick wall, some were sitting on low black sofas, but no one was near the central platform that held a large wooden cross. Tipped sideways like an X, it was made of smooth, dark wood.

  At the top were black metal cuffs for wrists, at the base the same for ankles. At the side, still on the platform, was a table made of the same wood. There was nothing on its surface.

  “That’s for you,” Cade said. “I’m going to strip you naked and tie you to that St. Andrew’s Cross. Do you remember that was one of your fantasies, Timothy?”

  Reece nodded.

  “You told me you wanted sin,” Cade said, cupping Reece’s chin and turning him to face him.

  Reece looked into his eyes and saw a flash of delight there.

  “You told me you wanted sin,” Cade said again, “Sin as black as night and pain that would penetrate to your demons.” He paused. “And now I’m going to give that to you.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Cade led Reece to the cross. They passed a couple fucking on one of the sofas.

  Jack panned toward them and the woman upped her enthusiastic panting and groaning and gripped her partner’s arse with her long red nails. The man sped up, his buttocks clenching and unclenching with the force of his thrusts.

  Once on the platform, Jack was up close again.

  Reece turned his attention from the couple and Jack to Cade. Cade was all that mattered. Cade had him. Cade was his Master the way he’d been Cade’s earlier. He needed to clear his mind, find a blankness that could close itself around him and let only sensation in.

  Cade reached for Reece’s waistcoat and undid the buttons. He slipped it from his shoulders and down his arms, fingers skimming and sending darts of arousal through Reece.

  Cade then hung the garment on a hook at the edge of the table next to the cross.

  He stood close to Reece again and cupped his cock through his trousers. “Are you hard, sub?”

  Reece nodded. He seemed to be permanently hard when Cade was around, whether they were being filmed or not. He wasn’t complaining.

  “Mmm, nice,” Cade said with a carnal tilt to his lips. “Let’s get this beast out, shall we?”

  Reece couldn’t answer and it wouldn’t have mattered if he could because Cade was already undoing the zipper on his leathers.

  Letting his arms hang limp, because he’d been told to do nothing else, Reece stared into the audience as Cade dropped down and removed his trousers and shoes.

  As his cock sprung out, Reece’s attention settled on two women. It was Stella and Mindie from Fizz. They’d come to see the show.

  Stella caught his gaze and smiled.

  A surge of heady excitement rushed through him. Not because he was in any way attracted to the girls, but at the fact they’d wanted to come and see him and Cade perform. How far he’d come from decorating and earning a low wage. Now he was the star of the show and people planned their evening around seeing him in action.

  “Oh, my, you are raring to go,” Cade said, pushing Reece’s clothes out of the way then stroking the end of his cock.

  Jack was close by, the lens angled at Cade’s face, just inches from Reece’s glans.

  Cade leaned forward and licked the tip.

  Reece’s knees went weak. He had the urge to grab Cade’s head and pull his mouth onto his erection but he knew he couldn’t do that. That wasn’t what subs did.

  Cade stood, his coat slipping straight and neat as he did so. “Time to chain you up in the dungeon.”

  He urged Reece closer to the cross and once Reece’s abdomen was pressing against the section the beams connected, he lifted Reece’s right hand and placed his wrist within the cool metal loop. He clicked it shut.

  Cade did the same with Reece’s left wrist.

  “Here,” he said quietly by Reece’s ear. He stretched Reece’s index finger upwards.

  Reece could feel a small rubber button. The buzzer. His safeword.

  Cade looked into Reece’s eyes, checking he understood.

  Reece gave the barest of nods.

  Cade flicked his coat and squatted. He urged Reece’s right ankle wide, attached it to the cross then did the same with his left.

  Reece pulled in a deep breath. His heart was clattering and he was hot as he was fastened into a secure star shape.

  He stared straight ahead, knowing his cock was pointing in the same direction through the gap in the cross.

  Few people were taking much notice of them. They were sipping drinks, touching, kissing—extras who’d been told what to do, he guessed, and that was to mill around until the show really got started.

  Cade was at the table now, laying out items he was lifting from the black bag carried in by Donna.

  The butt plug, the flogger, lube and what looked like a small whip.

  Cade then removed his coat and placed it on the floor, folded, by the table.

  Reece again admired the harness Cade was wearing. It seemed to caress his torso and was the perfect tightness.

  Cade looked at him, bit on his bottom lip then, flogger in hand, walked behind Reece.

  “Timothy,” he said, his mouth by Reece’s ear. “Close your eyes.”

  Reece did as he’d been instructed and let the black-red of his inner eyelids swallow his vision.

  “I want you,” Cade whispered. “I want all of you. Open your soul and don’t hide a thing. Let me be inside you to the core. Show me your heart, your darkness, your past and your future—because only then will we be connected truly for all of time.”

  Reece swallowed against the ball-gag. He knew they were just scripted lines but fuck, it was what he wanted.

  “Feel this?” Cade asked, drawing the tails of the flogger down Reece’s back.

  Reece nodded.

  “This i
s the key, the key that will open the door to what you really want. Submission. Be blind, mute and willing for me to control you and own your pleasure. During that time nothing can hurt you but me, and I will make your hurt pleasure.”

  The ends of the flogger swept over Reece’s arse, tickling and teasing.

  Reece groaned and tipped his head back, letting his neck droop. He’d waited so long for this.

  And then it was there. With a sharp slice of fast moving air and a shooting sting of pain, the flogger bit his right buttock.

  He jerked forward. His cock bobbed and his tongue pressed up against the ball.

  “That’s just the beginning,” Cade said. “We have much to do before you are really surrendered.”

  He hit again, the opposite buttock.

  Reece let the pain burn through his skin to his pelvis and to his cock.

  It hurt. If he hadn’t been so aroused, so keen to find that dreamy state Cade had spoken of, he would have protested. But he wanted it. He wanted more.

  He shoved his arse backwards as though searching for the flogger.

  “Oh, good boy,” Cade said, stroking Reece’s head, down his spine and over his arse. “That’s it. Here you go.”

  Cade began to hit in a one-per-second rhythm. Each strike on a slightly different area of Reece’s skin, his arse, the tops of his thighs, his lower back and his shoulders.

  Over and over the pain nipped, bloomed then penetrated.

  Reece screwed his eyes up tighter. Fuck, his balls were retracting and his cock surging. The discomfort, the burn… It was making him so hard, so turned on. And his mind, it was reaching that pale-fogged state—thoughts transient, internal words not forming. It was all about the pain and the next hit.

  Cade paused and again ran his palm over Reece’s sore skin.

  “You’re doing so well,” he whispered. “But it’s time to take it up a level. Keep your eyes shut though. I don’t want you coming back to the room when I’ve just got you floating.”

  Reece managed a small moan in reply. His buttocks and back were on fire. The air that had been hot when he’d walked in felt cool, swirling around his body now.

  Cade’s breaths were on his arse and his hands touching, feeling, exploring between his legs.