Chapter 191: Machala
Luke told Wade to spread his legs before he walked away to grab something I couldn't see from the top drawer of a cabinet. It turned out to be a cock cage. Just the sight of the metal contraption in Luke's hands had me squirming. There were no sides to the chair, so my hands rested on my bare thighs. Luke gave me a stern look for my movement, so I dug my nails into the tops of my legs. I couldn't help wondering what my part in this scene was.
Wade held still as Luke placed the ball ring at the base of his scrotum then the cage over his cock. Thankfully, Wade was only half-mast. As his erection increased, the cage would tighten and make things very unpleasant.
Luke had several official kink pieces of furniture in the playroom: a St. Andrew's Cross, spanking bench, and an electric fucking machine. Other than those, the room was actually sparse because he loved to improvise with ordinary items. The man could do a lot with a sub over a desk, which was the centerpiece of the room-a solid oak desk that had drawers filled with kinky toys. It also had straps attached to the bottoms of the legs. He'd once spread my thighs so wide I had to hold the edge of the desk tightly with my fingers for fear of sliding off. He relished me fighting to keep myself in place as he used a heavy flogger.
Luke took Wade to the St. Andrew's Cross, securing him so his back was facing me and he looked at the wall. Luke picked up a short whip and popped it in the air for effect. Wade didn't move, though I jumped at the noise. A few seconds later, Luke began working on Wade. It wasn't heavy duty, but he hadn't warmed up his skin and Wade flinched with each strike. I watched in fascination, but my eyes were mostly on Luke. He never wore a shirt in here and sweat quickly beaded on his back. He had precise aim and each stroke made his arms bulge. His tied-back hair only accented the muscles in his face. They looked locked into place, a puzzle of square-jawed precision that made me crave the attention of the whip. The intensity of the lashes increased, bringing a low groan from Wade. My fingers became stiff from gripping my thighs so hard.
Luke finally stopped, lay down the whip, and picked up a heavy flogger. The next strikes were hard and steady covering a much larger area. I knew from experience that these hurt more when hitting the newly applied whip marks.
Wade's shoulders began shaking and I couldn't help reacting to his pain. I wanted nothing more than to curl into a tight ball. It wasn't the physical ache that Wade suffered, it was the mental. Something was going on here that I didn't understand.
Luke suddenly stopped and laid down the flogger. He walked to Wade and spoke in a hushed voice. Wade shook his head and immediately Luke removed the bindings. I thought it was over and managed a deep breath. Too soon, though, because I was wrong. Luke led Wade to the fucking machine. He had Wade go to his hands and knees and attached his wrists and legs with the straps. Luke chose a particularly large dildo and attached it at the end of the fucking rod. Making adjustments, he lined it so Wade's ass could now take the punishment.
Shit, I couldn't believe I was watching this.
Without a word, Luke calmly spread lube on the dildo, started the machine, and made a minor adjustment. Wade cried out through gritted teeth as the rod drove the dildo past the rim of his asshole. Luke slapped both cheeks and increased the speed. I'd been in Wade's position for pleasure and punishment. By not preparing Wade's ass, this was so obviously punishment. Luke pulled up on Wade's hair and whispered in his ear again.
I wished like fuck I could hear what he said.
The jerk of Wade's head was sudden as he shook his head out of Luke's grasp. Luke increased the speed of the dildo even more. He then stood back, out of my way so we both watched.
Was I part of this punishment? Seeing Wade's humiliation?
When Luke finally walked away, I followed his movements and then cringed even more when I saw him remove the TENS unit from the cabinet. He approached Wade, stopped the fucking machine, and attached the contacts to the cock cage. A strange noise left my throat at the same time Luke's gaze almost knocked me from my chair. He was furious and every bit of his anger hit me squarely in the gut. If he'd taken a bat to my midsection it couldn't be more powerful. I had no idea why he was doing this if it bothered him so much.
Using a Velcro strap, Luke attached the base of the unit to Wade's back and then flipped the switch. Wade's groan was long and painful. I'd had the TENS used on me during some of our more intense scenes and knew the unit would back off the electrical current before spiking again. Luke flipped the switch on the fucking machine once more. Wade's groans turned to cries of agony and I held my breath for as long as possible waiting for him to safeword. It didn't happen. My eyes went to Luke and now all I saw was his sadistic smirk. I wanted to slap him. I couldn't figure out why his moods changed so rapidly. Then it slowly dawned on me. Luke knew he'd won.
"Please." The panting word came from Wade.
Luke went to his knee near Wade's head, but he didn't lower his voice, and for the first time, I could hear every word. "Do you have something you want to share with me?"
Wade gulped in air, continuing to cry with pent-up anguish. "Yes," he said with another harsh sob.
I wanted to wrap him in my arms, but before I could move, Luke had him. He quickly unfastened the straps, shut the fucking machine down, and removed the TENS unit along with the cock cage. He sat on the floor and pulled Wade against him, smoothing his hands over Wade's body, offering comfort as the man cried.
Wade's shuttering breaths made it difficult to hear his words, but I pieced them together. "I fell off the wagon and got drunk. Krispin doesn't know." Wade tried controlling his emotions, but it was actually more painful for me than watching him cry.
My gaze moved to Luke and everything fell into place. This was what he wanted from me... everything. He wiped the hair from Wade's face and then he did the one thing I expected least. Luke kissed him. The other man responded as if he were drowning. Their lips moved against each other's and Wade's arms went around Luke's neck.
It was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen. And the saddest. This was what Luke held back because I wouldn't fully submit. I suddenly understood everything he was doing and I fought against my need to run. I felt trapped by the desire to see this scene play out. To see what I missed because of my fucked up past.
Luke broke the kiss and told Wade to get on his hands and knees. Luke unzipped his pants and released his bulging cock. Removing a condom from his back pocket, Luke slid it on. He lubed himself with slow steady strokes while smoothing his other hand along Wade's back and sides, placing small kisses against his skin. Luke positioned himself and grabbed Wade's hips then thrust forward. The primal groan that left Wade's lips drowned out my thoughts. Wade's hand slid to his cock and squeezed the head between his thumb and finger. He glanced up, looking at me. For the past half hour, I think he forgot I was there. The need in his eyes went straight to my clit, but I wasn't part of this scene and he knew it. He began jacking himself off while Luke pumped in and out of his ass. Luke moved more fully over him, laying his cheek against Wade's back while he strained harder. Luke opened his eyes and pierced me with his dark gaze.
When the two men had fucked me together, I'd noticed how comfortable they were touching each other, but nothing like this. Part of me was jealous and part of me wanted to be in the middle and take them both. My fingers slid on my thighs drawing my eyes downward.
Blood.
I'd scratched deep gouges into my legs. It brought me out of my partial paralysis. I could never give Luke the key to my soul. I was the ice queen who needed pain and degradation to make life tolerable.
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