Page 98 of Stable Hand

“Is he… Is he okay?” Noah asked.

“Luke, are you okay? Noah is worried about you,” Kamal asked blithely.

Luke grunted and gave Kamal the finger.

“See, he’s fine. But in a bit of a predicament.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said, licking my lips and trying to tear my eyes away from Luke’s restrained form. “So why are we here?” I asked, worried about what Kamal’s answer might be.

Kamal looked at me and then Noah, deliberately prolonging our curiosity and trepidation. Then he put his tablet down and stood.

“You’re here to watch. Luke put you both in a very awkward position on Friday evening. So, I want you to see me put him in an awkward position. Several, in fact.”

“Oh God,” Noah murmured.

A sense of relief flowed through me. Then interest. Definite interest. “Okay. Seems fair.”

Luke groaned in protest.

Kamal grinned. “Oh, he’ll enjoy the experience, I’m sure. But the consequences will also be very humiliating for him. And extremely satisfying for me. Win-win.”

Kamal reached out and ran the tip of his index finger along Luke’s skin from his sensitive underarm to his hip as he walked half the length of the table. Luke wriggled and panted, groaning as his cock fought the cage.

Kamal glanced at us. “You can sit or stand, whichever is more comfortable. But you’ll have a better view of everything if you stand.”

I nodded. Neither I nor Noah took the offered chairs. The nervous tension transformed into a coiling sexual anticipation.

What was Kamal going to do? How would Luke react?

I felt like I was present at the start of a big-top show or something equally amazing and unpredictable, with the added benefit of knowing one of the performers.

Kamal picked up the riding crop and struck the tabletop beside Luke, making all of us jump.

“Okay, Luke, your friends are here. So, let’s get on with this,” Kamal said, running the tip of the crop along Luke’s arm from wrist to underarm, making him twist and try to get away. But he was so spread out he couldn’t go far.

“This is for lying to Jensen,” Kamal said, flicking the tip of the crop hard against Luke’s right nipple, which made him hiss and jerk. “And this is for lying to Noah.” He did the same to Luke’s left nipple with the same result. Then he laughed. “Nah, kidding. I know that didn’t hurt at all.”

He used the crop to point at something on the table I hadn’t noticed before. “Noah, can you pass me those steel clamps, please?”

At his words, Luke woke up and took notice. He made a frantic sound and struggled in his bindings.

“I’ve clamped his nipples a few times today already. He fights nipple torture, but the results are satisfactory.”

Noah moved forward and gathered the clamps before passing them to Kamal.

“Thank you,” Kamal said, taking them both in his left hand and dragging the crop along Luke’s side, playing the tip in the hair leading to his captive cock, and then down the inside of his thigh to tap between his legs. “How is this plug feeling, Luke? Did I forget to tell you there’s a remote?”

Luke whimpered.

“I thought so. I’m going to turn the vibration on low in a moment, so you can suffer the wonderful feeling in your ass while you have no outlet of relief and while your nipples are aching with pain.”

Kamal put the crop down and fished a small black device from his pocket. He held the tiny remote up for Noah and I to see, then pressed a button. A soft steady buzzing became audible.

Luke jerked his hips and gasped.

“Ah, this setting’s a bit too low,” Kamal murmured, pressing the button again. The buzzing became louder.

Luke’s hips jerked twice more; then he relaxed and emitted a submissive whimper.