Without a Net (4 page)

“I didn’t die,” Ollie said in his most petulant tone.

Buck looked up from his phone. “Someone is going to get his ass tanned before the first interview. You bring any sun in here, and I’ll make your punishment so bad that Worm’s job will look like heaven by comparison, got it?” To illustrate his point, Buck walked down the length of the bar, picked up his whip, and brought it down several times on Worm’s exposed back.

Worm twisted and screamed, but the sound was so muffled Ollie could barely hear it.

“Kneel up,” Buck ordered. He grabbed a ring on the back of the hood and pulled Worm upright before whipping Worm’s hard cock. Worm writhed so desperately he probably would have fallen, except Buck kept a hold on the hood. Ollie held his breath and thanked God it was a flogger and not a long-tailed whip, or else Worm would have been seriously injured. Through it all, Worm was hard as a rock. “I like torturing you, Worm. The bottoms of your feet are looking too good. Tonight I plan to lock you into the cage and whip them raw.”

Buck let go, and Worm fell forward onto his hands. He quickly twisted around and put his forehead on the floor at Buck’s feet and wiggled his ass. With a chuckle, Buck brought the flogger down again. “Whore,” he said in a fond voice. “You don’t love me; you love how I hurt you.” Worm wiggled harder.

Buck kicked his hip. “Get to work, or I won’t have time for you at all.”

Worm went back to his buckets and scrubbed twice as fast. So was this their game—two people who cared for each other getting some mutual kinks met—or was this abuse? Ollie had no answer, and he had no way to get an answer unless he talked to Worm. He suspected that wouldn’t happen anytime soon, but Ollie put it on his to-do list. The backup team was tracking every person in and out of the building, so they’d be able to identify Worm eventually, and then a social-services worker could check with him.

Ollie was naked now—all his clothes piled up on one of the chairs.

“Nice. Not too muscled, but well formed. You have some softness around the middle, but then lots of men prefer a little curve when they’re getting their rocks off. Good prick, a nice five or six inches.”

Ollie blushed. He was that long because he was hard.

“Let’s get you into one of our uniforms and see what the boss thinks,” Buck said. “Worm, if that section of the floor isn’t clean when I come back, I’m going to piss all over you and make you clean it again. Got it?”

Worm nodded and scrubbed faster.

“He’s… That’s more than I could handle,” Ollie said as he passed the bound man.

“Nah. It takes training and practice to do what he does. If I tried tying you up like that, yeah, you’d be in some pain. But muscles stretch, and skin gets tougher the more you play with it.” Buck was talking like this was all so normal that Ollie had no trouble playing the wide-eyed innocent.

“Here we go,” Buck said as they reached a room. Inside were dozens of toys and restraints and probably hundreds of dildos and plugs. Ollie would have run for it, but he also spotted two industrial toy sanitizers.

Buck went to the wall with the hoods and gags. “We need something that will let those pretty eyes of yours show through. No face masks for you.”

“I want to talk to the boss, not play,” Ollie said. His voice rose in alarm.

Buck laughed. “You aren’t worth anything to us if you’re not okay with some toys. Now to answer the question you couldn’t ask before, none of the clients get to fuck you or torture you, not without permission in advance, and the boss will talk to you about that. They are going to touch and pinch and fondle. They’ll push it as far as the law allows. And if you’re plugged and gagged, that’s the best way to defend the holes. So the boss needs to see you can handle that.”

“But… Oh, shit.” Ollie let out a long breath. There was no fucking way Lieutenant Huda didn’t know this. Before an undercover detective was sent in, a scene was thoroughly vetted and surveillance put in. Hell, that meant the team was hearing this whole conversation. Ollie blushed so hard he was fever-hot.

When Buck turned around, he had a bit gag in his hand. “Keep blushing like that, and you’ll get lots of tips. Now this is a pretty comfortable setup.” He brought the head harness over, and before Ollie could object, he had slipped it over Ollie’s face. A U-shaped plastic rod went into his mouth, and that was the end of any objections Ollie might have made. The rod was small enough that he could close his lips, although it was awkward. Ollie had worn less comfortable gags for fun, so he could handle it.

“Servers are always restrained,” Buck said as he went to the restraints wall. He pulled off simple cuffs and brought them back. Ollie sighed and held his hands out while Buck locked the cuffs in place. Ollie had about twelve inches of chain between his wrists, so it wasn’t terribly constricting.

“Okay, time to defend the back hole. If you don’t have something shoved up there, that’s like an invitation. We have one guy who loves to slide ice up submissives’ holes. He puts on a nice show when he does public display.”

Ollie shook his head. The rest was pretty traditional. Very few people didn’t experiment with cuffs and gags. Hell, they showed gagged people on sitcoms all the time; it was a comic standard. But a plug was less mainstream. Buck grabbed the chain between Ollie’s wrists and dragged him over to a spanking bench. Ollie didn’t fight too hard since he wanted the job, but he did put up a token resistance as Buck bent him over and locked the cuffs to the bottom bar.

He couldn’t do anything now.

Buck vanished for a second, and when he came back, he shoved a slick finger up Ollie’s ass without so much as a warning. Ollie squealed, but Buck wiggled his finger around. “Tight, but you have some stretch in the muscle. I have just the plug.” He slapped Ollie on the ass so hard Ollie was sure he had a red handprint.

Completely helpless, Ollie could only relax against the spanking bench and wait for Buck to pick out whatever he wanted. Maybe Ollie had taken too many of the go-go pills, because his cock was hard as a rock. Of course that would help his cover, but it was doing strange things to Ollie’s sexuality. He had always had some sort of say in how he was restrained, and he squirmed at how much he didn’t mind this. Then again, he’d spent last night thinking about a married man, and that was definitely on the forbidden list, so maybe he was having a sexual identity crisis a little late in life. Yeah, that’d be about
perfect.

Buck returned and pressed something warm and hard against Ollie’s ass. Ollie pressed back, and soon his muscles were stretching to take the plug. At its widest point, the plug was large enough to make Ollie’s eyes water, but then it slipped in, and his ring of muscle closed around the neck of the plug.

“That looks good on you,” Buck said with another slap to Ollie’s ass. “If you get the job, we’ll talk about whether you want any stripes on your ass. I swing a mean cane, and some Doms like to fuss and cluck over the wounded ones.” Buck came around to the front and unlocked Ollie’s cuffs from the bar before encouraging him to stand.

It had been a long time since Ollie had been plugged, and he squirmed as he tried to get comfortable.

“Now for the uniform,” Buck said. He had something in his hand, and Ollie watched him suspiciously. Buck wrapped a belt around Ollie’s waist, and then he attached what looked like a handkerchief done in chain mail to the front. “Spread your legs.”

Ollie hesitated.

“Spread your legs, or I will put a spreader bar on you and then make sure you’re in even more pain,” Buck said.

Another tremor went through Ollie. This would never happen at a control club. However, Ollie needed to get this job, and he needed to do it without taking too much punishment. He spread his legs.

Buck smiled. “Good boy. You are in the right place.” The chain mail ended in a long metal cord, and Buck brought that up between Ollie’s legs. He fussed with the plug, so Ollie assumed it had an attachment point on it. That meant Ollie couldn’t take the plug out without unlocking the belt. It was a standard piece of equipment, but Ollie had never seen it in metal and chain mail.

Buck tugged at the belt, and then the triangle of chain mail over Ollie’s cock tightened. Ollie whined in fear as he watched the hard metal bits dig into his dick.
That should not feel good.

“You’ll train up real nice,” Buck said as he reached around and arranged Ollie’s cock so it was facing up. He then tightened the cord more and more until the chain-mail G-string pressed into his sensitive flesh. Buck did something else, and then Ollie heard the ominous click of a lock.
Fuck.
The belt held the metal underwear in place, and only Buck could get him out of it. That shouldn’t be making Ollie harder.

Buck took him by the shoulders and guided him over to a mirror in the corner. “Look at you. You’re gorgeous. If we hire you, I’ll get you an employee collar, and then during working hours, you’ll belong to the boss. I belong to him too, so we can play.” Buck ran his hands over Ollie’s sides.

Ollie had to admit he did look hot. The black straps around his face drew attention to his blue eyes, and the chain mail was gorgeous. It was uncomfortable, but it was sexy.

And the bit in his mouth gave him a pouty look.

“I do know how to dress my boss’s toys,” Buck said as continued feeling Ollie up. Hopefully he wouldn’t spend too much time doing that, or he might find the dermal patch on the inside of Ollie’s thigh. Ollie let his bound hands hang in front of him, his fingers centimeters from his hidden panic button.

“I need to pierce your nipples. We have a nice nipple chain with blue glass that would look wonderful against your skin, but we can do that later if the boss hires you. Come on.”

Buck grabbed the wrist chain and pulled Ollie back out into the hallway. Ollie wanted to ask about his clothes, but at this point, he didn’t think Buck cared, and he wasn’t sure he could even make himself understood around the gag. After passing through a small kitchen, they reached a heavy door. Outside were the normal clips that most managers had so people could leave them paperwork that needed the boss’s approval. Buck pushed Ollie so his back was to the wall and then lifted Ollie’s hands high into the air. He clipped a dangling chain to Ollie’s wrists and then hit a switch on the wall. The chain started retracting.

Ollie cried out as he was stretched more and more. His heels barely came up off the floor, and Buck stopped. “The boss isn’t expected in until eight, and this is what you have to understand about shade clubs, Olan. You’re here to serve the Doms. They won’t cater to you and give you all the power. You’re here to make them happy, and that means you wait and put your own needs off until they feel like getting around to you. So you can do what one of our subs would do, which is stand there and suffer until the boss has time to check you out.” Buck twisted Ollie’s nipple. “Or you can shake your head, and I take everything off and send you running out the front door without meeting him.”

Fear crashed through Ollie. He couldn’t reach his panic button. He couldn’t defend himself. He couldn’t even yell for backup, assuming they’d hear him. He couldn’t do anything, but if he shook his head, he got out. Buck would let him go, and he could race for home. And then he could deal with the shit landing on his head at work.

“Last chance, Olan. Are you going to shake your head?” Buck grabbed him by the chin, and Ollie stared back without trying to move his head.

Buck chuckled and then slapped him on the face twice. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it did sting. “Good boy. I bet the boss is fond of you.” And with that, he walked away. Ollie was left with only a few people in the adjoining kitchen, and they were all more interested in potatoes than in a sub chained to the wall.

Ollie sighed and closed his eyes. He was looking at a very long night.

Chapter Four

A few serving boys and girls in their own bondage gear had stopped to make comments about Ollie, but then most had wandered off to do their own thing. From where Ollie was chained, he saw that all the servers did have the same chain-mail underwear. It was not built for comfort, but it was the uniform.

Which meant Lieutenant Huda had known and not warned him. Ollie was liking his job, and Huda, less and less.

The back door opened, and a burst of cold air came rushing through the hallway. Ollie’s nipples tightened, and his cock shrank more. There for a while he was starting to worry about his sexual orientation when it came to shade sex, but the pills had worn off and so had Ollie’s feelings that bondage this strict was hot. It wasn’t. It didn’t hurt with the exception of sore shoulders, but it was annoying.

He might call the lack of control terrifying, but he had two different backup teams, one from the captain and one from the lieutenant. Not only were these suspects unlikely to kidnap someone day one, but there was no way that they could with so many cops watching the exits.

A heavy man with thinning hair stopped in front of Ollie. “Well, look what we have here.” He pursed his lips as he studied Ollie. “With that getup, I assume you’ve met Buck.” The guy unlocked the office door and disappeared inside. Okay, so that was the boss—Jake Allemande. Ollie wondered if he’d just failed the interview. Unfortunately, he couldn’t ask.

Eventually his backup would get tired of waiting and come in for him. If they wanted to save the op, they’d send someone in claiming to be a friend looking for him because he’d missed check-in. Ollie hoped for that, because if they came in guns blazing and found Ollie like this, well, there would be a shitload of teasing to survive. It’d be like the charity calendar, only times a hundred.

Later—and it was hard to tell how much later because Ollie was losing track of reality—Buck appeared in front of him. He hit the switch on the chains, and Ollie’s arms dropped. He groaned in pain as the strained muscles and joints moved.

“Boss is ready to see you,” Buck said cheerfully. He took the wrist chain in hand and pulled Ollie into the boss’s office.

Ollie had expected leather and whips and chains, but this place was more about file cabinets and stacks of papers everywhere. It was downright mundane.