Page 48 of Bottoms Up (Mythic Beast #4)

Julian shared all that with Kirsten, who says eventually Atlas will need to deal with his shit, but that while he has a working coping mechanism, he isn’t likely to do the work necessary.

Marco told us Atlas would quit and find another employer if we pushed the issue to try to get him to deal with his baggage, and he suggested we look at the situation again in a few years, to see if he might be amenable at that time.

We aren’t helping him heal, but we aren’t harming him. We’re giving him the scaffolding he needs to live in this world, the civilian world, where he isn’t dropping into war zones and experiencing whatever the fuck happened to him.

As long as he craves it and keeps choosing it, we’ll keep giving him the pain he needs, and I’ll have fun pushing him farther and farther.

What is it about hurting someone that gives me such joy? I have no idea. Honestly, I don’t. I’d never want to be hurt this bad, even once I’m a vampire and I can heal the damage, but I need pain sometimes, too.

And so, I pulled the foreskin as high above his dick as I could, cut the top quarter inch of loose skin, and then pulled it down so the head of his dick showed — and sliced all the loose tissue away from the shaft. Every delicate fold, every slick membrane.

A few minutes in, Atlas squeezed his eyes shut, and Julian leaned close to tell him, “Eyes open, Muscles. If you close them again for more than a blink, I’ll make it so your brain won’t remember blinking is an option, much less closing them.

” he stood back up straight, still looking down.

“You want to feel this. You will watch. Eyes back on your dick, painwhore.”

Atlas whimpered. But forced his eyes open and looked back to what I was doing to his cock.

I had a sharp scalpel, but it took a while to get it all cut away, leaving a ring of red, raw meat a finger’s width below the glans.

While I worked, Atlas gasped. Moaned. His breathing was ragged and shallow, chest trembling as he fought to hold completely still.

But he never screamed.

When all the skin was off, there wasn’t a whole lot of blood, but enough I wanted to stop it. Blood is messy.

I grabbed the spray, and about a half-second after the clear mist landed, chemically cauterizing the crimson ring circling his cock, Atlas arched against the restraints, and this time, he did scream, the sound bouncing off the hard surfaces of the bathroom.

I panicked about the neighbors, but Julian acted quickly with his vampire-magic to take Atlas’s voice, leaving him blowing large volumes of air rather than screaming — muting him mid-bellow.

Atlas continued to try to scream, his mouth opened wide, eyes wild with agony, body jerking in place as the pain rolled through him.

Did the spray hurt worse than the actual circumcision, or had it been the burn on top of all the slicing that had pushed him over the edge?

Whatever the reason, this was the moment that shattered him.

Though, I’m pretty sure the whole hellish nightmare was a thousand times worse because Julian wouldn’t let him look away while I worked.

And I’m just as sure Julian is happy I didn’t think of this while I had a TPE contract over him.

While our toy’s screams were silenced, I gripped Atlas’s balls in my fist and squeezed, steadily adding more and more pressure until his body trembled and shook, and his breathing told me he was at the edge of his tolerance.

I held them for a slow count of twenty in my head before slowly releasing them.

* * * *

Julian

When I deemed Silver had played with him long enough, I sprayed Atlas’s dick down with alcohol.

He flinched hard, breath hitching through gritted teeth.

I supported his back and shoulders to rotate him back up, weight once again on his knees, and released his hands so he could straighten his bent-backward body.

“Scoot back in the tub, sit your ass on your heels, and hold your left hand out.”

He immediately obeyed, and I poured the hot pepper oil on his hand. “It goes on your dick. The whole thing. Start with the pretty red ring my Silver gave you, but make sure you poke some into the hole at the top, too. Cover your whole dick. Rub it in good.”

His breath stuttered. Then caught again when the first smear hit raw meat. A full-body twitch ran through him — shoulders jerking, mouth open — but he didn’t make a sound.

He didn’t hesitate to obey.

I hadn’t been a huge fan of this idea, and yet, my dick had pulsed painfully hard while I’d watched my Silver slice away all that skin.

Watching Atlas fight to hold still, not just through the pain, but through the psychological gut-punch of having his dick mutilated while he watched, eyes wide, throat working, helpless to look away.

Eventually, I made him fuck Silver’s ass while I fucked Atlas’s. I wanted him to fuck something while his dick was circumcised, mostly so he could tell me how it felt — what was different about it.

Silver has to worry about infection, so I didn’t want a freshly skinned dick in her cunt, but I figure the human rectum is a lot hardier than a human pussy.

Plus, the hot pepper oil should kill any germs, right? And it had the added benefit of hurting them both at the same time.

Before I let him slide inside her, I bit them both — Silver first, then Atlas. A different cocktail this time. Not just arousal, but madness. Frenzied lust with no relief, and the raging hard-on to go with it.

I drank deeply from Atlas, filling myself with the pain-soaked flavor of him. Raw and submissive, molten with need. We wouldn’t allow him to change until the following afternoon, but he could handle losing a lot more blood than I took, so he’d be fine.

I fucked his asshole until I was nearly ready to release, but I denied myself. When I finally came in my Silver, it would be all the sweeter.

“Get your dick out of my Silver’s ass and look her in the eyes while I plug you.”

Within minutes, he wore a buttplug coated in pepper oil, nipple clamps, and a tongue clamp — and he was back in the same pose as he’d been in the bathtub, complete with his wrists and ankles connected. Same position, even more tension.

No release. Not even a hint of one. His cock was bright red, swollen, and throbbing. My venom would keep him maddened with lust for hours. Desperate. Mindless. Drooling for friction.

I turned to Silver, still leaned over the bed since I hadn’t given her permission to move. Waiting obediently.

“On the mattress, head hanging off. I need to clean my dick before I fuck your throat. Give yourself a handjob. A rough one. If your dick isn’t red when I return, I’ll use a flogger to make it so.”

I didn’t dawdle in the shower, and when the water shut off, I could hear her stroking — brutal, fast. When I stepped back into the room, her dick was flushed and swollen, red with friction.

“Fuck, Sir! Please let me come!”

I hadn’t allowed an orgasm in weeks, and I was quite enjoying how the frantic need made Silver so much more malleable when aroused. Tonight, the desperation in her voice went straight to my cock.

“Maybe later. We’ll see how things go. Hands out to the side.”

I thrust into her mouth, and once she was gagging on me — eyes watering, throat spasming — I added the nipple clamps. She didn’t see them coming, and she screamed around my cock with such force, the vibration hit my balls like a shockwave.

God, could she be any more perfect?

I’d brought the cock flogger, but I didn’t use it first. Instead, I picked up the little two-foot silicone single-tail she owns — the one that tapers to a wicked point. It’s short, flexible, heavy at the base. Absolutely brutal.

She didn’t see it coming, either.

The first strike landed across her shaft, a precise red stripe magically appearing, and two seconds later she was bucking under me, thrashing, gagging, desperately trying to flee — but I deactivated her leg and torso muscles, so all she had use of was from the armpits up, which included her arms.

“If you can’t stay in place on your own,” I told her, my voice conversational, “I’ll do it for you.”

I thrust harder, shoving my cock deep into her throat, and she gagged again as she always does in the beginning. I love how it feels, so I’ve decided not to train it out of her. Also, it sets her apart from the flock members, who’ve been through a training protocol so they don’t gag.

I spent half an hour playing with her. Alternating the whip on her dick, the flogger on her cunt. Her throat stayed full the whole time, other than the necessary brief respites for her to blow one lungful of air out and suck in another.

Eventually, I came in her mouth and sat her up so she wouldn’t choke — and the sight of her throat working to take me in, the subtle flex and glide of muscle while she swallowed me down, nearly got me hard all over again.

I lifted her onto the bed, lay beside her, and fingered her cunt until she shattered — again and again.

“Every orgasm means two strikes of the evil silicone whip across your lovely, bruised dick tomorrow. All given in one session.”

Spicy fear bloomed off her, and I breathed the scent in.

She begged me to stop, but it’d been too long. Her control was gone. Shredded. She couldn’t not come.

I kept giving orgasms to her, though I stopped at twelve because I figured that was probably more than her poor dick could handle. I’d given her around twenty strokes with the evil whip today, and it was already in rough shape.

And I wasn’t done with it.

Not even close.