Nero

Valentino lets out a quiet growl, and the sound has Luke shifting back into place to play the perfect little sub once more. He can play all he wants. No matter what he can take, I can take more.

The first real slap to my hole is a quick one, just a test swat. It feels good, but it’s nothing like what I know he can dole out. He starts slowly, going back and forth between me and Luke, and each time, the strikes get a little harder, a little more intense.

The pain starts layering on top of each other, sharp in the moment of impact, then spreading out, burning hot, until the next slap. He alternates between hitting my hole and my ass cheeks, and I almost lose hold of my cheeks.

Fuck, it’s good. My cock is pulsing, desperate to get hard. The rod inside my cock feels like it’s purposefully rubbing.

“Daddy,” I mumble, digging my fingers into my own flesh.

Another strike. Sweat trickles down my forehead.

I get a few seconds break while Valentino spanks Luke, then his hand is on my ass again, and I cry out, arching my back.

That was a mistake. My back burns, and more pain bursts out across my body.

“More,” I say, spreading my legs as much as I can. “My… my balls…”

Valentino slaps my balls, then pinches them. For a moment, he focuses on me, and I’m only aware of the pain—the pain, and the pleasure.

I whine when he swaps back to Luke, but it doesn’t last long because Luke croaks out, “Red.”

Just like the responsible dom Valentino apparently wants to pretend he is, he instantly stops striking Luke’s ass.

Luke groans, shifting so he’s on his knees in front of the bench instead of draped over it.

“K-Keep going.” I lift up my ass, even though that makes my entire body protest. I love how fuzzy my mind is getting though, the way I only exist for this pain and the pleasure kept infuriatingly at bay.

I probably would have come already if I wasn’t caged.

Valentino goes back to my balls, alternating between hitting and pinching them again, and I have to rest my forehead against the bench to keep from turning into goo.

“Tino!” Luke says somewhere in the background of the haze.

“I told you not to call me that,” Valentino hisses, his hand coming to a rest on my ass.

“You need to stop!” Luke counters, and he pushes Valentino’s hand away. “He’s fucking bleeding!”

What? I’m bleeding? That doesn’t make any sense. Valentino barely touched me. Just a lot of lovely open-handed slaps. Some light pinching. There weren’t even any knives involved.

“I’m fine,” I slur, trying to raise my hand. My shoulders do not like that movement, and I just let my arm flop back to my side.

“See?” Valentino says, breathing heavily. “He’s fine. He hasn’t safe-worded. There’s no need to overreact, Luke.”

But to my utter disappointment, he stops instead of laying into me again. I feel him lift the back of my shirt, which has already ridden up a bit on my back, and he swears. “Nero, you should’ve fucking safe-worded,” he snaps at me. “Fuck!”

I don’t want to get out of here, but Valentino ignores me.

“Do you need help?” Luke asks me. “What the hell happened to your back?”

“It wasn’t me, if that’s what you’re implying,” Valentino snarls at him before turning his attention back to me. “Come on, little cub. Let’s get you home so I can take a proper look at that back of yours.”

“You can… you can keep going,” I say, trying to smile at him. “It’s good. Barely a sting. Daddy, my ‘dad’ hits harder than you.”

He hesitates before murmuring, “Nero…”

“Keep going,” I insist, glancing at him over my shoulder and trying to hide my wince as it stretches my back out more.

He doesn’t look convinced. “Luke, go get a bottle of water,” he orders.

“Do I need to get the medic?” Luke asks, his voice little more than an echo in the background. “He looks really bad, Tino.”

I can only guess just how pissed Valentino must be getting with the constant nicknaming.

“No. I have a doctor on staff at home. They’re recent injuries. They must’ve reopened with all the squirming,” Valentino says.

I close my eyes, trying to will my arms into moving again. Maybe if I sit up, I can convince him to keep going. Or if I get on my knees…

“You have a doctor on staff?” Luke asks incredulously. “What the fuck? What do you do to your subs?”

That startles a laugh out of Valentino, though it’s brittle. “Fucking hell, Luke. What kind of monster do you take me for?”

“The kind who doesn’t notice a sub is bleeding and keeps fucking beating him!” Luke shouts at him. “You’re supposed to be in control!”

“You need to calm down,” Valentino says, and his voice is as even as Luke’s is ragged. “First of all, the injury to his back was not caused by me. I helped him get patched up because he needed the help.”

“So you knew he was injured, and you decided to bring him to a BDSM club?” Luke’s voice goes high with horror. “Jesus fuck. Don’t… don’t touch him. I’m gonna get the staff, and…” He trails off, then I hear him run out the door.

I start laughing and try to roll over. I end up on the floor, still laughing. Still hazy and lovely. “He’s finally gone. You can fuck me now, Daddy.”

Valentino is running a hand through his hair, his jaw set in a hard line as he stares down at me. “You couldn’t feel that you were bleeding? For fuck’s sake, Nero! This isn’t home! I have to be careful here. I’m not—” He shakes his head, then sighs. “Come on. Sit up. They’ll bring some water, then there will be questions. I’m sorry you don’t get to enjoy your subspace.”

He extends a hand to me, and I stare at it for a few seconds before I realize he wants me to take it. After a few unsuccessful tries, I grasp his hand so he can pull me upright. I end up resting against his hard, warm chest.

“Mmm. You do hit way better, Daddy. I don’t wanna go back to Corbin.”

Valentino tenses for a moment, but he holds me up by my lower back where the injury isn’t so bad. “You don’t have to go back to anyone you don’t want to, Nero,” he murmurs.

The door creaks open, and I glance over, ready to tell Luke to fuck off again.

It’s only Silvano though. He’s kind of hot, but way too skinny. I bet he can’t hit nicely at all.

“Wow,” Silvano says as he strolls in. “I thought Luke was being dramatic.” He stops next to us, reaching out for me.

Valentino slaps his hand away. “Don’t touch him,” he hisses. “He’s fucking fine, Silvano. He took an injury to the back recently, and he squirmed too much when I was spanking him and reopened the wounds.” He helps me pull up my pants, which is difficult with the way I’m swaying on my feet. “You know I don’t abuse my subs.”

“Hey, what you do in private is your business,” Silvano answers. “But it’d be bad for optics if this got out. The club would ban all of us. Take Mr. Taylor and get out of here, I’ll handle the rest.” He laughs briefly. “Bodyguard. I knew he wasn’t actually a bodyguard. But I really didn’t think you had a thing for boys.”

Valentino grits his teeth so hard I can hear them grinding together. “Yeah, well. Sometimes things just fall into your lap.” He finally gets my pants fastened over my cock cage. “We’re out. I’ll lay low until things settle.”

I shake my head, clinging harder to Valentino. “I don’t want to go, Daddy. You haven’t fucked me yet.”

“I’m not fucking you,” Valentino snaps. “Thanks, Silvano. Get with me about the Russians. Guess I owe you one.”

“Yep. You definitely do.” Silvano waves as Daddy drags me out of the room and out of the club.

I really was just starting to have fun.