Without a Net (6 page)

“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 other.

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 was too damn smug. However, when his fingers teased their way up Ollie’s cock, it still hardened. It had been a long time since someone touched him intimately, and Allemande knew how to bring pleasure as well as pain.

Ollie was grateful that Allemande was using a washcloth, because Ollie did not want him to find that thigh patch.

Allemande finished washing Ollie’s body and turned to gently cleaning his face.

“You are quite beautiful. You look younger than your age. I would put you at your late twenties.” Allemande ran fingers over Ollie’s cheeks. “Well formed and symmetrical, and those eyes. I would suspect some sort of contact, only I can see that they are your natural shade. Fair skin, blue eyes… I bet people will assume you dye your hair.” Allemande cupped Ollie’s cock and began to massage gently. Ollie groaned and arched his back.

“I bet you’re a service sub and you want to prove yourself somehow. If a Dom makes you suffer, then you get to prove what you’re willing to do for your partner. But you can’t bring yourself to ask someone to challenge you, which is why you came here and which is why you were drawn to my Buck. He does like to challenge the boys around here. He always has at least one Worm at his feet, and I suspect you’ll be there quickly enough.” Allemande turned toward Buck. “Won’t he?”

Buck’s eyes were open now. “Yes, Master. I can’t wait until he screws up and I can lock him into the costume.”

Allemande took the cloth he’d used on Ollie and walked over. “That sounds like you’re forgetting your place again. Open.”

Buck opened his mouth, and Allemande shoved the whole cloth in there. “That should keep you quiet. Now think about how humiliating it will be to walk around in a server’s uniform. And you’ll be gagged, so your best weapon will be disarmed. You’ll be helpless around all those men who hate you because they can’t top you. Every Dom in the state will want to show up and take their pound of flesh. They’ll pinch you and spank you, and if you don’t move quickly enough, they’ll chain you to a wall and torment you, and you won’t be able to say a thing.”

Buck moaned, and his eyes fell closed again.

“And I’m not going to send you any subs to run your glasses, so you’ll need to make that run from the bar to the kitchen and back. You’ll have to walk through all those wolves hunting your blood.”

Buck shivered.

Allemande chuckled, and then he turned his attention back to Ollie. “If you want to stay the night, you stay in full bondage, and that costs a hundred dollars. You’ll be turned loose tomorrow at noon, get your four hundred, and be required to get back by six o’clock. Do you want to stay the night?”

Ollie shook his head.

“Okay, then let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll turn you loose. Tomorrow you have the six-o’clock shift. Betty Boop will show you the computers. If it gets too much, retreat to the kitchen, but understand that if I constantly find you in the kitchen, I’ll fire you. You don’t come looking to me for protection, because you’re a toy that’s here for the customers to play with, understand?”

Ollie nodded. He would agree to anything as long as he could walk out.

Allemande undid the head harness and pulled the bit out of Ollie’s mouth. Never before in his life had Ollie been so happy to be able to close his mouth. He worked his jaw several times, and Allemande watched him. He didn’t make any move to unlock Ollie.

“Questions?” he asked.

Ollie glanced over toward Buck, but his eyes were closed and his mouth stuffed so full he resembled a comic-book chipmunk.

“No, sir,” Ollie said as respectfully as he could.

“So, Former Sergeant, Former Corporal Olan Roberts, if you show up tomorrow, you might have a chance to fix the mess you’ve made of your life.”

Ollie swallowed. He’d have a chance to let others bend and mold him until he lost himself—that was what Allemande offered.

“So let’s get you free, and then I can put Buck in his cage.”

Buck’s eyes opened.

Allemande looked over. “That’s right. You will be living in a seven-foot-by-four-foot-by-three-foot cage for the foreseeable future. I hope your misbehavior was worth it, because I’m going to make sure you remember what a sub is supposed to do when his Master gives him orders. And yes, I will feed your damn cat,” Allemande finished.

Ollie was almost sure they were putting on a show for him. They demonstrated the sort of aftercare he expected in a control club, and that made everything okay. The problem was that men were still disappearing from this place, and Ollie didn’t think the kidnapping victims all volunteered to vanish into the slave subculture. If Buck enjoyed riding this dangerous edge, fine. Ollie was here to protect the kids who got in over their heads before they knew it. In this place, that would take about five minutes. Maybe less.

Allemande moved to the end of the wash table and began to unbuckle the restraints around Ollie’s ankles. “Hopefully we made a good first impression.”

Ollie didn’t know about the good part, but they’d made an impression. He kept his voice neutral and said, “Yes, sir.”

Chapter Five

The stakeout station was in the garage level of a building a half block away. The advantage was that the abandoned office space had a service door that led to the subway. So Ollie could lose himself in the constant crowd of the station, wait until he was sure he wasn’t seen, and then slip into the janitor service entrance at the back of a bathroom hallway. From there it was an easy trip through a couple of locked doors to where the others had set up surveillance equipment.

If the targets showed a lot of interest in him, Ollie would grab the train to the next station and stay at a flop hotel the precinct had arranged. Honestly, Ollie didn’t think that was necessary. Tonight felt more like getting caught in the back draft of a hurricane than having the storm centered on him. Buck had played a dangerous game, and Ollie had been the sap stuck in the middle.

Ollie hoped Kemboi thought the same, because Ollie desperately wanted to go home, get a beer, and sleep in his own bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” Jackson called out when Ollie walked in the room. Cooper laughed, but Kemboi spoke over both of them.

“Enough. We’re on the clock.” Kemboi gave Ollie a nod and a smile. “I told the lieutenant you’re in, Robertson. Good job.”

“Yeah, you looked great in there,” Jackson said with a wink. The man was an asshole, unlike Cooper, who just laughed at anything, funny or not.

“I
looked
great?” Ollie demanded with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had they gotten cameras in there, after all? If so, Ollie needed to find all the vid copies and burn them, and with Jackson and Cooper manning the station, there would be many, many copies.

“You looked sweet.” Jackson gave him an eyebrow wiggle, which was downright disturbing considering Jackson was as greasy and as hairy and as heterosexual as men came. Ollie was fairly sure no woman ever slept with Jackson, though, so maybe he was looking to broaden his horizons.