Without a Net by Lyn Gala Read Free Book Online Page B

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    When he got out of here, he was going turn this job down. He was going to tell the lieutenant and the captain to shove it where the sun didn’t shine. Hands pushed him this way and that, and then the whole bench he was lying on slid forward. He was quickly shoved to a metal table. It had a lip around it and a drain, but there was no basin.
    Ollie looked up to see Allemande gazing down at him.
    “Welcome to the club. Since you were onstage tonight, you’ll pull a headliner pay. Five hundred in cash.”
    Ollie blinked in surprise.
    “Now roll to the side, Sunshine.” Allemande got his hands under Ollie and half lifted him, which forced Ollie to roll toward the wall. He grabbed the edge of the table and held himself awkwardly as Allemande unfastened the back of the bondage belt. When it came off, Ollie groaned in relief. He could already feel the bruises forming. The dildo came out next, and Allemande slipped a finger inside and moved it around. Ollie moaned. The plug had made him sore and sensitive, and now every touch was hot-wired to his dick. Luckily Allemande stopped before Ollie could embarrass himself too much.
    Allemande urged him to roll back and then moved to the bottom of the table. Ollie lifted his head to watch. Allemande locked Ollie’s ankle bar to an anchor on the table. That wasn’t as interesting as the next table over. Buck lay stomach down on a padded gurney. His wrists and ankles were locked into bar spreaders, and he had a smile on his face and his eyes closed.
    His back was an angry riot of whip marks, and his asshole was red and puffy. Ollie tried to sit up.
    “Now you hush,” Allemande chided him. He came around and grabbed the bar between Ollie’s wrists and locked it down to the table. “I take it you’re a caretaker sub. Well, don’t worry. Buck is fine. Aren’t you, Buck?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    Ollie pulled against the cuffs, and Allemande walked over to the padded gurney. He pulled it closer, and now the full extent of the whipping was clear. Several places were cut open, but at least the skin was slick-looking, so he had ointment on the injuries.
    Allemande slapped Buck’s ass, and Buck reared up as much as he could with his arms and ankles locked to the gurney.
    “Olan wants to see your eyes. I do think you’ve managed to make another one of my subs fall in love with you,” Allemande said with some amusement. “For a switch, you are annoyingly good at attracting play toys.”
    “Sorry, Master.”
    “I think you need to remember your place. Until the last of the whip marks are gone, you are to wear a server’s uniform.”
    Buck smiled. “Yes, Master.”
    “And I want that mouth and that ass of yours full, or I will find a way to fill them.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    Allemande sighed. “You’d agree to anything right now, wouldn’t you?”
    “Most likely, Master,” Buck said happily.
    “And if I said you were to be the Worm for the next three days, would that please you?”
    Buck had trembled in stark terror at the thought of that punishment, so Ollie knew Buck didn’t want it, but he was so high on sex he nodded. “If it makes you happy, I want to be your Worm, Master.”
    Allemande slapped Buck’s red ass again, and Buck gave a long, low moan.
    This was the danger with pushing limits too hard. A person could get confused about what they liked and what they didn’t. Ollie thought about that case Travis had told him about where the girl was convinced she wanted to be treated like an animal. People who defended shade clubs didn’t understand that the danger wasn’t in outright rape. The danger was worse—the clubs led to the sort of mind rape where a person lost track of who they were.
    “Now that you see my slave is fine, let’s tend to you,” Allemande said. He pulled a sprayer down, and Ollie braced for cold water, but it was quite warm. Allemande began to wash him.
    Allemande didn’t impress Ollie. He was too much of a shade Dom, he was too old, he