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Allemande said, his voice echoing in Ollie’s prison. “Why would I put our new person in? Well, he certainly can’t carry drinks after someone hung him from my wall all day, so I can’t have him serve. I don’t want to put him on the spanking bench or horse on his first day. That’s a little much, even for me, and I want him to see how seriously I take any breaches of the rules. I assume he’s getting the point. As a bonus, if he is angry with you at all, Buck, this will give him his revenge.”
    “I’m not angry,” Ollie said, although the bit in his mouth made the words unclear.
    Buck smiled and closed his eyes.
    The microphone was gone, but Buck kept a running description going, telling Ollie about each person who fucked him. One guy was so thick that Buck thought he might split. Another used an awkward angle that made Buck flinch with every thrust. He said one invader felt too hard, like it was a dildo, so he guessed a woman was having at him with a pegging harness.
    A few pressed on the whip marks and made Buck hiss or scream, but the desperation and begging had been replaced with a quieter Buck who described the violations in almost clinical terms. His voice was wrong too. It was like he was drifting.
    Ollie had worked sex crimes long enough to know this was a danger point. Buck should be tucked away recovering from the scene, and instead these assholes were pushing him, rewriting his brain to associate brutality with the endorphin high from giving up control. It was classic manipulation, and Ollie hated that he couldn’t do anything, not even walk away.
    They were there for hours. Literally. Eventually Buck’s bladder couldn’t hold on, and warm pee flowed over Ollie’s legs.
    “Sorry,” Buck said.
    “It’s okay,” Ollie told him, and then he peed. It wasn’t like Allemande could get upset with him. He’d been holding on so long his eyeballs were floating. Slowly the noise of the club faded. They were left in the quiet for a while, and then something in the table gave a thunk.
    Ollie grunted in surprise, and Buck half opened his eyes before they drifted shut again. “They’re moving the table to the back. Those are the wheel locks. Some guys come off the pillory flying so high they can’t get up, and others are angry. Like uncontrolled levels of fury. They take the restraints off slow so they can judge the person’s mood, but I think you know which end I’m on,” Buck said with a stupid smile.
    Ollie knew Buck should be angry, but clearly the man hadn’t gotten that memo. He looked half-drunk.
    The table jerked, and they were moving. Buck’s eyes fluttered open again. “They’re taking us to the cleanup room. There’s a separate room for people who’ve been in major pieces of equipment. It lets them keep us in full bondage while they wash us and then decide if we’re safe to release.”
    Buck wasn’t making a fuss, but Ollie wasn’t sure Buck could even stand upright. Between the horrible whipping and the hours of getting used, he had to be hurting. Ollie would be in need of a doctor’s care if he’d taken that punishment. And the rush of hormones after physical discipline always left a submissive vulnerable.
    However, no one asked Ollie for an opinion. Someone pulled Buck away, and Ollie was left alone. Tending Buck took a lot longer than Ollie expected, and suddenly the top bench was moving up and away. One click at a time, Ollie’s world got larger. Then he started rising. He could see the edge of a stainless-steel sink out of the corner of his eye and then a faucet.
    Hands unhooked his wrists, and Ollie tried to pull his arms down so he could stretch them. Unfortunately, his tender held the chains and locked a new cuff around Ollie’s wrist. Ollie grunted, but he couldn’t do much more as his arms were moved around, and then his second wrist was cuffed. The moment the person let go, Ollie realized they’d put a lock bar between his wrists. His hands couldn’t touch each