Page 26 of Something Like Hail

“Yeah. He’ll bring us a lotof pleasure.”

Another voice! What the hell? Just how manypeople were in this room? He struggled to remember if Harold orMarcello had said anything about group sex. Surely he would havebeen told in advance. He opened his mouth to speak, a rubber ballfilling it before he could. Noah nearly spit it out. There wasn’t astrap. That helped him calm down. For now, the ball in his mouthwas a choice. He tried to remain calm and listened to the shufflingin the room, attempting to figure out how many people were presentand where they stood. Would they only watch? Or would this turninto a gangbang? Could he take the abuse, find some pleasure in theexperience, or would it only hurt?

He flinched as something brushed against hisleg, cold and wet. What the fuck was that? Then he felt a hugeobject slide between his ass cheeks. A dildo, judging from the wayit vibrated. If they thought that was going inside of him, he’d beshouting armadillo before even the tip made it in! Right now it wasonly pressing against his rectum, and it did feel kind of good.This ceased. The dildo pulled away and something hot seared theskin of his chest. Wax?

“I can make you feelpleasure,” Doug said. “Or I can make you feel pain.”

Pleasure! Noah was definitely a bigger fanof pleasure. The vibrating device returned, sliding between his asscheeks again before it was pressed against his balls, then hisdick. It felt good enough that he got hard. He heard laughter fromwhat he imagined as a corner of the room. Simultaneous laughter.Definitely more than one person here! Noah almost spit out the ballin his mouth, but he hesitated.

Did it really matter? If some guys wanted towatch him get molested while he was tied up, maybe that was okay.Plenty of other people would see him naked over the coming nights.Part of Noah got off on the idea. He was rock hard, the vibratormaking him drip. Let them stare!

Cold! This time on the tip of his dick. Wasthat ice? The vibrator was gone now, the sound having vanished.Noah was standing on carpet, but he thought he could hear footstepsmoving away from him. Then a sliding noise, like a window opening.He was sure of it because now he heard cars outside and felt coolair on his skin. Could anyone see him? They were on the thirdfloor, but the apartment complex consisted of multiple buildings.Maybe some old lady had been staring at her bird feeder and was nowlooking at him instead.

Noah’s arms tingled, theblood having all but left them. He couldn’t stop wondering how manysets of eyes watched him. Were they taking photos? Video? He gaspedas the ice cube returned, pressing against his chest and tracing ashape. Like a letter.M. Noah pulled back, trying to escape the sensation, butDoug—or whoever—persisted, spelling out another letter.E. Then anA. A gust of wind blew inthrough the window, chilling the drops of water running down hisskin. Another letter, this time aT. That spelledMEAT! Charming. Noah almost wished hewould be treated like a piece of meat instead of a scienceexperiment. He was here to have sex, not… whatever this was. Justas he was getting used to the cold, hot wax scalded his skin, hisstomach, and the base of his cock.

“Do you like it?” Dougwhispered.

Noah shook his head. He did soinstinctually.

“Fine.” Doug sounded hurt.“I’ll stop then. I won’t touch you anymore. In fact, I think I’llmake a phone call. Come on, boys.”

Noah strained to listen. Hedefinitely heard footsteps, and a door close. Then it was quiet. Heremained hanging there, unsure of how much time was drifting by.His stomach growled. So much for dinner. Maybe he could trick Douginto force-feeding him when he came back. Hewascoming back. Wasn’t he? Or wasDoug still in the room and had only pretended to leave?

Noah spit out the rubber ball and waited tosee if he would be reprimanded. When nothing happened, he triedspeaking.

“Hello?”

No response. He was getting cold, air stillblowing in from the window, so he tried removing the blindfold byturning his head to rub his face against his arm. He was makingprogress when he heard the door open. Then laughter. A warm deepchuckle.

“Who’s there?” Noahasked.

A radio answered him by crackling, a femaledispatcher rattling off a series of codes he didn’t understand. Thepolice! He felt momentary relief. They could help him! Or arresthim, since prostitution wasn’t legal. Shit! He could pretend to bea victim, tell them that Doug had tricked him into thispredicament, but that would mean explaining why he was there in thefirst place. If his presence was traced back to Marcello—or evenworse, Harold—then they would get in trouble instead and possiblyserve time.

Fuck! Noah’s mindraced. Doug hadn’t given him any money yet. The bastard might becrazy enough to call the police, but he wasn’t likely toincriminate himself. As of now, Noah hadn’t done anything wrong.What could he be accused of? Breaking in before handcuffing andblindfolding himself? Then again, maybe Doug was friends with apolice officer, or was one himself.

“Looks like someone caughtme a big fish,” a voice said, one that matched the deep chucklehe’d heard earlier.

Noah licked his lips, but not in a way thatwas seductive. “I heard a radio. Are you a police officer? Can youlet me down?”

“I’m Officer Leroy,” thevoice responded. “I should arrest you. Or I could have a little funand let you go. Which is it going to be?”

A cold hand slid beneath his balls, a fingerpressing against his butthole. Noah tried not to react, but insidehe was freaking out. He’d never bottomed before. A little fingerplay, yeah, but he was worried the cop would just shove it in dryand keep pounding until Noah bled or screamed or…

Maybe he could take it. If he forced himselfto relax. Or he could try bargaining.

“I’ll suck your dick,” hesaid.

The hand pulled away. He heard the deepchuckle again, then sensed a body moving around him. Something hardwedged its way between his ass cheeks, pushing and probing. Anightstick? No way could he—

Cool liquid drizzled downhis lower back, the night stick moving upward to capture some of itbefore sliding down between his cheeks again. Lube. That was goodnews, but Noah reallyreallydidn’t want to lose his virginity to a stick thatwas designed for beating people.

“Stop,” he said. “Please. Idon’t do stuff like that.”

The nightstick kept probing.

“I can’t take that,” hesaid. “It’ll hurt me.”

The nightstick moved away, replaced by afinger. Okay, that wasn’t so bad. After sliding in and out a fewtimes, a second digit joined it. A hand reached around to play withhim. Noah wasn’t expecting that, but he was grateful, because itincreased the pleasure he felt and made the fingers inside of himmore bearable. He even felt himself getting closer. Then thefingers pulled out and something else pressed against him. Thistime it wasn’t a nightstick. Noah clenched his jaw, hoping theofficer wasn’t too hung. While trying to imagine what was going on,he realized there was one crucial detail he didn’t know.