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  The client gave a throaty chuckle and removed his hand. “He’s very tight and hot, he must have clients queuing up to use him.” He slapped Chanze’s backside. “Will he come if I spank him?”

  “Of course, or I have a flogger you could use.” Doc moved away. “Or a cane to ripen his tight hole—this boy can take it. Or perhaps some clamps for his balls?”

  Yes, please, flog me and use the clamps. The sting of a damp hand hit his sensitized flesh, once, twice, six times. Fuck, this Dom hit every erogenous zone. He wanted to let go and roll in the exquisite pleasure. Damn, he enjoyed domination so fucking much, he didn’t care who administered the punishment. One hard slap and he became a pain slut. He clenched his teeth—hard. His jaw ached with the effort to control the rush of pure ecstasy radiating through his ass and threatening to shoot cum up the length of his cock.

  He wanted more; he wanted the hard sting of a cane over his aching hole followed by a dominating, fast reaming. His heart rate soared to level five critical and his flesh burned, overheated to the max.

  “His ass is twitching at the thought of a few solid cuts from a cane.” Business Suit slapped again, harder this time. “I take great pleasure from seeing my marks branded on a sub’s tight little hole.”

  The man’s damp breath washed over Chanze’s seared skin. The client licked a wet path down the cleft between his buttocks then circled his hole. When his tormenter pushed his tongue in deep, Chanze’s thigh muscles went into spasms. He let out an uncontrollable groan and trembled. Oh shit, I’m gonna blow.

  “You have to let him climax or he’ll have a stroke.” Doc moved into his vision. “They tend to overheat; I’m working on the problem.” He sighed. “And please remember our confidentiality agreement. Only six investors are privy to the technology. You can’t mention the Fury to any of your friends or the government will close us down and we’ll lose millions.”

  “I’m fully aware of our agreement, Doc.” Business Suit chuckled. “The investment was worth every cent. Where else would I find a sub of this quality for my requirements?”

  The client’s heat vanished from Chanze’s ass, replaced by the cool draft from the air conditioner. Chanze continued to grip his buttocks, holding his ass open wide. He tried to concentrate. The need to drag his mind away from the present situation was paramount. He shook his head and relived his last visit to the freezer, Doc’s other means of punishment. Business Suit bent to press open-mouthed kisses down Chanze’s thigh and his temperature went up another notch. His cock twitched and dripped pre-cum on the towel draped over the chair.

  “I’m impressed, if this is a sample of the boys you have in your stable. This one has a magnificent body and is more handsome than I expected. I enjoyed his responsiveness to my touch. It’s very nice to have such a big man so deliciously compliant. His dick is exceptional, thick and long. It’s a shame he’s a bottom—what a waste. I want to see him in action.” The client’s lips curled into a thin smile. “Fuck him for me Doc and show me how far he can shoot.”

  What the hell? His head snapped up to meet Doc’s amused gaze. The man’s dressing gown hung open, and Chanze’s attention slid to the thick crimson cockhead standing out from a mass of salt and pepper curls. A gold stud pierced the skin beneath the helmet.

  “Why don’t you sit in the chair and experience the best blow job in town?” Doc slapped Chanze’s ass.

  “He can blow me later.” Business Suit took a straight-backed chair from the dining setting and sat down a couple of feet away. “I like to watch.”

  Doc stroked his dick, and a shiver of revulsion slid down Chanze’s back. Submitting to a client was one thing, but Doc? The boss had rules; he kept the clients anonymous, faceless, and without emotional attachment for good reason, and that was fine with Chanze. Okay, so he got off with a client, he enjoyed the humiliation and the sex, but nothing else happened. A cold emptiness encased his heart. He had no feelings toward the men who used his body, but fuck, he had to admit he loved the way his body exploded in uncontrollable erotic sensations during a scene. He’d raise a toast to the nanos for that at least. Chanze understood Doc’s motive. Keep the Fury friendless, isolated, and they will comply.

  But this time with Doc—hell no.

  Chapter 3

  Chanze shot Doc a look of pure loathing. The man pumped his glossy cock and his thin lips curled into a smile. He turned to the client. “This sub is not my usual taste. I like them … ah … fresh. I don’t find bottoms particularly appealing. There is no challenge in taking a well-used ass.”

  “Yet you don’t offer this service for your clients? I could imagine many would pay more to fuck a top. Switch play is very erotic to many, especially if the slave isn’t willing.”

  Chanze bit back a retort. Sadistic asshole.

  Doc gave the client a benevolent smile. “I have to strike a bargain with these men so I contract my boys to service clients within their own sexual preferences. I do make an exception for the tops, the Doms, and the gay for pay boys.” He wet his lips. “I insist they give their ass to me, when and wherever I want. I make this request a special part of the agreement. Of course, the Doomsday chip they all carry in their heads is a great inducement for obedience.”

  “Straight guys?” Business Suit grasped his groin. “Or virgins?”

  “Both are my flavor.” Doc grinned. “I like to mindfuck with them. The uncertainty, the indecision on their faces before they give themselves to me…” He licked his lips. “I have a select group of special slaves and their asses are mine alone. Watching them come with my cock deep inside them is what I live for.”

  The client guffawed. “And you add that to a contract? You are a genius—no, more than a genius—a legend.”

  Oh my fucking God. Chanze chewed on his bottom lip. His erection softened, and the burning need to ejaculate vanished. He’d had suspicions something was going on with Doc and some of the guys. Once the boss called them to his office they would go missing overnight or sometimes for days at a time. The same thing happened to Adryck at least once a week but his friend had never mentioned being one of Doc’s bitches. Shit. The vision of Adryck, all messed up and angry, arriving at the dorm in the early hours of the morning not long after they’d joined RAB, slid into his consciousness. He’d tried to find out what had happened but Adryck had refused to discuss his sessions with Doc. The blond hunk was what Doc referred to as sadistic. The gentle, frightened Adryck had become a level four, don’t-fuck-with-me Dom with attitude in spades. Chanze had witnessed his friend’s preference many times during group sex parties; no amount of money would make Adryck bottom for a client. Now his attitude toward Doc made sense; the old asshole was fucking him.

  “I don’t want to waste my hard-on with this sub but I’ll give you a show. I have a new boy in the bedroom. I was planning to play with him later. I’d like to see his mouth wrapped around this sub’s cock.” Doc ran a hand down Chanze’s back. “Follow me, boy.”

  Chanze struggled to his feet and followed the men into the bedroom. His mind reeled with the implications of Doc’s conversation. Only six people on the outside knew of the Fury. Damn, they must be some rich fuck-freaks to get down with Doc and still pay for a service. Chanze stared at the backs of the two men and his gut clenched. So, Doc’s fetish was fucking straight guys, or tops. How many of the Fury did he do each week, and weren’t all of them sworn to secrecy? So why had this information slipped out in front of him? Jesus, had Doc signed him up for a snuff movie? He swallowed hard. No, as Adryck said, as a level-five sub I’m too valuable.

  He glanced around the large room. A young man in his early twenties stood attached by handcuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He wore a ball gag and his feet were stretched wide either side of a spreader bar. His arms and thighs bore the red puncture marks of the first round of nano injections. The initial course removed disease. Those little beasties had been the most painful, more like having a root canal sans Novocain. In the second phase about a month later, th
e nanos rebuilt the body from the inside. Three months of daily injections produced the strength and the enhancements.

  The captive’s gaze flitted from one person to the other. His Adam’s apple moved up and down. Chanze cast a quick look at Business Suit. As usual, the client wore a mask but it didn’t conceal his powerful size. Perhaps in his forties, the guy’s impressive hard-on tented the front of his pants. He had wealth stamped all over him. Chanze’s attention turned back to Doc. His boss had removed the captive’s ball gag. He grasped the young pup by the hair and lowered his open mouth to his in a possessive kiss. The guy was unresponsive. The kiss went on for some minutes and the boy’s dark gaze fixed on Chanze. He shook his head slightly, trying to send the message that Doc would go easier on him if he complied.

  Doc gave a satisfied moan and patted the young man’s face. “Look at him, willing to do a BJ in a parking lot for ten bucks but he flinches at a kiss.” He squeezed the man’s cheeks, pushing his lips into a wet pout. “Did you or did you not agree, for the considerations in our contract, that I could fuck you anytime I wanted, and if I decided to, could share you with a special? That I can use your body whenever I decide?” He dropped his hand. “And if you’re my boy and do what you’re told, you’ll leave here in ten years’ time a rich man?”

  The captive went beet red. “Yes, sir. I just didn’t think my first time would be so public.”

  “Well, this is my choice and one you’ll enjoy, I assure you.” Doc brushed his thumb over the man’s bottom lip. To Chanze’s surprise, his boss was being gentle and considerate toward the boy. His voice had dropped to a coaxing murmur. “The time has come, Dylan, to embrace your new life. You’re free of disease and soon you’ll be like Chanze here, big and strong.” He smiled. “Now tell me what I want to hear.”

  The young pup hung his head and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I want you to fuck me till I scream.”

  “Oh, you’ll scream.” Doc massaged his cock. “Untie him, Chanze.” He turned away to speak to the client.

  Chanze moved toward Dylan and tried to reach him with mindspeak. Nothing. He untied him and supported his weight. The man trembled against him, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. Chanze moved his mouth close to Dylan’s ear and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Relax, don’t fight. He enjoys inflicting pain.”

  “Drop him, Chanze. I want him on his knees.” Doc chuckled. “I think he needs a dose of pheromones.” He ran a hand down Chanze’s ass and slipped a finger deep inside. “Would you like this boy’s mouth on you, Chanze? First, I must swear you to secrecy. Mention one word to the others about my predilection and I’ll ignite the explosive in your brain. Do you understand?”

  Heat rushed back into Chanze’s balls. God help him, he had no control over his libido. He pushed back to drive Doc’s fingers deeper inside him. His cock bounced into action. The speed with which his erection grew made his head spin. He looked at the rosy damp lips of the man kneeling before him and nodded his agreement. He leaned over Dylan and pressed his hands on the nightstand to give him better access. The new slave gripped Chanze’s thighs and bent his head. Chanze’s skin pebbled at the brush of the man’s soft hair over his belly. He bent to watch Dylan open his swollen lips and slide his hot, moist mouth over his aching shaft. Wet heat enclosed him and he moaned at the sensation. The man flicked his inquisitive tongue over Chanze’s slit. To his delight, Dylan took him in deep; he suckled then dragged his sharp teeth gently up the shaft. Chanze gripped the nightstand and wallowed in the pleasure. Oh, you are so fucking good. I’d pay you to blow me all day long.

  “Don’t move a muscle, Chanze. Open your legs and let me take care of you.” Doc moved his hot finger in and out of Chanze’s ass with slow deliberation. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you, boy?”

  “Fuck, I want to be part of this show.” Business Suit dropped his pants. He reached for a condom from a pile on the nightstand and slid it over his erection. “Get out of my way.”

  “Be my guest.” Doc removed his fingers. “He likes it rough.”

  The man gripped Chanze’s hips and drove in to the balls, spreading his over-sensitized hole wide. He gave a feral grunt with each hard, deep thrust, his sharp nails digging into Chanze’s hips. The sound of flesh slapping together echoed off the walls. The intensity of the huge hot cock ramming deep into him combined with the soft mouth tormenting his shaft sent shudders of lust up Chanze’s legs. His vision blurred. Somewhere in the room he heard soft laughter. He white-knuckled the nightstand and gave himself up to pure pleasure. So close, so close, but he must ask permission. He gritted his teeth. “May I spill, Master?”

  “Sure, fill his mouth. I want him to experience what a pheromone high feels like. I’m going to fuck his virgin ass and you are going to give him a blow job at the same time so he has the experience of his life. I want this straight boy begging for my cock from now on.”

  Chanze closed his eyes. The client’s balls slapped his ass and the rich earthy smell of sex filled his nostrils. The big rod slammed into him and he savored each delicious heart-stopping plunge. Man, the client could fuck. His legs trembled and the tip of his erection grew hot. He moved his hips, pushing his cock deep into Dylan’s willing throat, and rushed into paradise. He filled Dylan’s mouth in long, hot spurts. The slave spluttered but sucked him dry then licked his balls—nice. Behind him, the client grunted, sank in deep, and heat filled Chanze’s ass. The man groaned and fell against him, his face pressed into Chanze’s spine.

  “Oh, very nice.” Doc started a slow handclap. “Get over here, Dylan. Lie down on the bed. Get your back on the pillow, I want your ass up nice and high. Chanze, get over here and make him hard. I’ve waited long enough for my reward.”

  Chanze shook his head to clear his vision. He glanced toward the voice. Doc sat on the edge of the bed stroking his erection. The man reached casually for a condom and suited up.

  “Now, boy.” Doc slathered lube over his sheathed dick.

  Dylan staggered to his feet and glanced wide-eyed at Chanze. The pheromones brought most men to their knees; this poor bastard looked scared to death. The client released his death grip on Chanze’s hips and slipped from him. He grasped a handful of Chanze’s hair in one pudgy hand and pulled him around. Chanze glared at him. What the fuck?

  “Kiss me.” Business Suit dragged Chanze’s head down to his. “Now and after you blow that boy.”

  I don’t kiss. Chanze shot a glance at Doc. He had a damn contract that clearly stated no kissing. Doc grinned at him and continued to run his hands over Dylan’s trembling body. Chanze raised an eyebrow in question.

  Doc shot a glance at Business Suit. “This one doesn’t kiss but I’m sure if you make it worth his while he’ll consider your proposal.”

  “I want to kiss this one and fuck him again to make sure he’s as tight as you say. I want a turn with the new boy later too. I’d like to have this one overnight. You did mention you’d made an agreement with the new boy about sharing. I’ll give you 10k for the pair.” The client stripped off the condom and tossed it into a bin beside the nightstand. “I’ll pay 100k for two of your boys for five days during the convention but it’s no-holds-barred. No rules. Do we have a deal?”

  Doc applied lube to Dylan’s ass in a businesslike manner. He leered at Chanze. “Oh my, Chanze, an opportunity to earn thirty thousand bucks for a few days’ work. Much better than your usual hundred dollar tricks, and all you have to do extra is to kiss the client. Sounds like a good deal. What do you say?” His pale eyes flashed with menace. “Make up your mind.” He moved to the end of the bed and handcuffed Dylan to the headboard with swift efficiency.

  I don’t have a choice, do I. Chanze paused long enough to watch annoyance roll off his boss. “Sure.” He turned toward the client and bent his head. Hell, he didn’t have to kiss him back.

  The man kissed like he fucked, hard and demanding. He pushed his tongue between Chanze’s teeth and raped his mouth. The client’s five o’ clock shadow
scraped his chin unrelentingly. The taste of garlic spilling into his mouth nauseated him. Glad when the client lifted his head, Chanze turned away and moved toward the bed. He sank to his knees and began to stroke Dylan’s belly. He bent to kiss a path over the man’s thighs to offer gentle persuasion. The guy was pretty and had eyes like pools of liquid chocolate with lashes so long they brushed his cheeks. For a rent boy, he had decent muscle and was in good shape. He licked the hairless balls and the slave’s flaccid cock gave a twitch. He glanced into Dylan’s eyes. The pheromones had started to take effect, his pupils had dilated but not enough to calm the apprehension etched into his face. He licked the head of Dylan’s growing erection and sucked him deep into his mouth. The velvet shaft slid over his tongue, growing thick and long. A tangy sweetness erupted over his taste buds and reminded him of orange candy. He pulled back—that flavor happened to be Doc’s sugar fix of choice. How long had the boss had the poor sap chained up?

  His attention went to Doc sitting on the end of the bed, a wicked smile etched across his face.

  “Enough. Attend to the client.” Doc ran his fingernails down Dylan’s chest. “Lift your knees up high and wide for me. I want to bury my dick deep in your virgin ass and watch you come.” He palmed his rod, squeezed his buttocks and pressed the head to Dylan’s glossy hole. “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you.” Dylan gripped the bar on the headboard.

  Chanze ignored the client’s petting and fixed his gaze on the scene before him. Doc’s pale body dropped over Dylan, his hips thrust forward. The young man’s eyes widened, his face paled and then reddened.

  “Fuck! Fuck! That hurts, man.” Dylan bucked on the bed.

  “Yes, I know. I want it to hurt so you’ll never forget who owns you.” Doc took hold of Dylan’s hips and eased inside.

  “Take it out, you’re too big.” Dylan pulled at the restraints.