Chapter 1: A Painful yet Pleasurable Punishment
The elevator opened directly into the space, a large open area with floor to ceiling windows. Perhaps it was a factory at some point in its past. Now it was Arthur’s dungeon. I stepped into the room. About a dozen people were milling about, talking and drinking. They all turned their eyes towards me as Arthur approached and I could hear hushed whispers and a woman laughed.
“Everyone, this is Marcus”, Arthur said, his voice cutting through the murmurs. His hand settled on my shoulder, heavy and warm. One of the women approached me, her eyes walking up and down my frame and I quelled, her cold indifference making my skin prickle. "Charming," she said. “Undress, boy”, she then commanded.
My eyes flew around the room. So many people, the idea of being the only one naked was overwhelming. Everyone was so impeccably dressed, as if for a State dinner. But, I had come knowing what I had signed up for, to be the entertainment.
Apprehensively I began unbuttoning my shirt. Everyone’s eyes were locked on me, and I could feel my neck flush. The woman still stood directly in front of me, her eyes exploring my torso as I released the final button of my shirt.
“Not much definition”, she laughed. “I don’t think this one has ever seen a gym”, she added, twisting my nipple. The pain was instant and searing, but Arthur’s voice cut through the haze. “Vivienne, the canvas is not yours to critique yet.”
A whimper escaped me, part pain, part relief at his intervention, and I felt the hot blush of shame spread down my chest.
“Very well”, Vivienne smiled, “let’s see the rest of it then”, and she released my nipple, taking a step back.
That was my cue to continue stripping. I opened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled them down quickly, like pulling off a bandaid, and stood still as a board in my briefs. I knew Vivianne, and perhaps the others, were going to be disappointed when I pulled them down, so I paused.
My entire face, neck and chest were burning with embarrassment and I began to panic for a second.
Arthur’s hand tightened on my shoulder, a silent command. “Now,” he said, the single word slicing through the static in my head. I peeled them down, the cool air of the loft drying the dew of sweat on my ass.
“Really, Art? It’s ridiculously small”, Vivianne exclaimed as my nub was revealed.
“Don’t worry, Viv. It’s a grower”, Arthur laughed. I had shown him two nights ago when he recruited me to this event. I have always wanted this in some way, but I wasn’t prepared for the reality of it. And I wasn’t expecting this many people.
“I’d like to see that”, Vivianne retorted. With that she stepped back forward and grabbed my balls in her fist. Her grip was a vice of cold rings and startling pressure, forcing a sharp gasp from my lips. She slid behind me and began stroking me. “Come on boy, grow. Let’s see it”.
Every instinct screamed to shrink away, but my body betrayed me, stiffening obediently in her cold, ringed hand. A low groan escaped my lips, equal parts shame and unwelcome pleasure, as the room's muffled laughter seemed to press in from all sides.
“Enough, Vivienne.” Arthur’s voice was a low crack, not loud but absolute, and her hand withdrew instantly. The sudden absence of her touch left me swaying, the phantom chill of her rings lingering on my skin.