Page 100 of Stable Hand

“I’ve been tasked with making sure Luke appreciates the seriousness of his actions.” He looked at us with astonishingly kind eyes. “If I thought a week in the cage would help, then yes, I would.”

Luke groaned and pulled at his bindings.

“How are those nipples feeling?”

“They hurt,” Luke said, subdued.

“Good. I’m going to increase the vibrations a bit now. That should help.”

Instead of swearing or calling Kamal names, Luke moaned in frustration. As the buzzing sound became louder, Luke’s moan turned into whimpers.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” Noah asked.

“Yes, he’s fine. But I will have him apologize to you both.” Kamal tapped Luke hard on the bottom of his foot with the crop. “Luke?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I lied to you, Noah. I’m sorry I lied to you, Jensen. Tricking you was a shitty thing to do.” Luke’s voice quavered whether from the pleasure of the vibrating plug or the pain of his poor nipples or both, I wasn’t sure.

Kamal raised his eyebrows at us.

“Okay,” Noah said quickly. “You’re forgiven.”

But I wasn’t so ready. “Nice way to throw me off balance. When I’m so new to everything.”

Luke whimpered a sigh. “I know.”

“You’re a bit of a prick, you know?” I couldn’t help dragging this out. Kamal’s amused grin made me continue.

“I know. I know,” Luke muttered, squirming against his bindings. “Can’t you see I’m being well punished for it?”

Now I grinned. “Oh, I see it. And I like it.”

“Fuck you,” Luke said, but the force of this statement was belied by the softness of his voice.

“Pardon?” I said, crossing my arms in front of myself. “I’m gonna need more than a fake apology and a curse.”

Luke sighed in surrender. “I’m sorry, Jensen. I’m sorry I got you in trouble,” he said with sincerity. “But I’m not sorry about everything we did together.”

“I’m not either,” I said. Nothing could be truer. “But don’t lie to me again.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Kamal smiled. “Excellent. Let’s move on then. I’m going to have Noah and Jensen each remove a clamp.”

Luke didn’t like that idea. He moaned and pulled on his straps. “Kamal, please. leave them. I’m getting used to the pain.” I’d never heard Luke sound so desperate.

Kamal nodded and turned to me. “Nipple clamps hurt most when they come off as all the blood rushes to the area.” He gestured to me with the crop.

I moved forward. I wasn’t sure I was on board with this, but I wasn’t going to say no to Kamal. And at least Luke would get the clamps off. They had to come off eventually, right?

“Take the clamp off his right nipple, and hand it to me, please.”

I reached forward. “Sorry, man,” I murmured as I released the clamp and heard Luke’s howl of pain stretch out in agony until becoming short breathy pants. My cock throbbed and twitched, and I had to acknowledge seeing Luke in pain was legit turning me the fuck on. Maybe I should investigate the idea of going further in this organization.

“Noah?” Kamal said as I placed the metal clamp on the table.

Noah shook his head. His mouth had dropped open, but he brought his lips together, then said, “I don’t want to. Can’t Jensen?”

“If he doesn’t mind,” Kamal said gently. “I won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with, Noah. Do you want to leave?”