The Sub
Rated ADULT!!! Gloryholes, object penetration, fisting, breathplay
Gloryholes and Object Penetration (Toys)
Dexter slipped into the back of the dirty club and watched the other men, seeking a pattern in their behaviors so he could mimic them, hide among them. It wasn't easy in the dark, but that's why Dexter had sought this place out. In the dark, no one could see him. The men slipped through the darkness, moving without looking at each other.
Things had gone so wrong with Mary, so very wrong. It should have been perfect. He was the smart college student; she was the waitress. Dexter knew the script for their relationship, only he didn't. He finally had sex, and she had taken one look in his eyes at the one moment when all his defenses had gone down, and she knew. He didn't know how she'd known, but she had. She's stammered some excuse and scrambled out of his bed, and Dexter couldn't even ask her why, because he knew. He knew what she'd seen.
And now Dexter was haunting these dark corners looking for sex that didn't come with a partner who looked you in the eye and found you lacking. A man brushed by Dexter and walked up to a plywood wall. Pulling his dick out, he stuck it through a hole and waited. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds before he started groaning.
Somewhere on the other side was a man who was sucking some anonymous dick. Dexter wondered at the mind that would do that. Harry had always told him that sex was about connection, but there was no connection here.
Choosing a section of wall far from the others, Dexter pulled his own dick out and stuck it through the hole. Maybe his dick wasn't as attractive, or maybe he was too close to the wall for others to see it, but no one serviced him right away. Dexter started feeling ridiculous standing with his dick exposed, and he had almost decided to leave when a hot mouth sucked at just the tip, a tongue probed at his slit before the mouth slid all the way down.
Dexter slapped his hands against the plywood and panted as the talented mouth slid up and down, each stroke bringing Dexter closer to the edge until finally Dexter came with a hoarse shout. The anonymous mouth gave his cock one last lick and then vanished, leaving Dexter to pull his spit-damp cock back through the hole.
He'd orgasmed, but Dexter felt somehow worse than ever. That man... Dexter had a sudden urge to see the man who'd just sucked his dick without ever knowing that he was servicing a killer... a predator. Dexter hurried farther into the club, to the place where the plywood wall ended, and he looked behind it. Men were on their knees sucking cocks stuck through the wall, and Dexter watched.
These men couldn't see how the penis' owner looked, whether he liked or didn't like a certain technique. Dexter studied the faces of the men on their knees and what slowly turned his discomfort to anger was the fact that they were serving themselves. The man who had sucked Dexter hadn't served Dexter at all.
That fact shouldn't bother him. He should appreciate the irony of the man not seeing into Dexter's soul. He should accept the fact that they had each gained something from the experience, but instead Dexter felt uncomfortable, like he'd been taken advantage of.
"First time?" a voice next to Dexter asked. He looked over to find a man with a heavy mustache looking at him.
"Yeah," Dexter nodded.
"Gotta love the boys, all mouth and a desire to please,"
"They're only pleasing themselves," Dexter said with some disgust. The other man slapped him on the back.
"That they are. It usually takes men a little longer to catch onto that game. I’m Chuck."
"Daniel," Dexter offered the pseudonym he'd prepared.
"Well Daniel, you have boys who serve themselves, and boys who can be trained to serve their betters. You seem like the kind of man who would prefer the second."
Dexter looked at his new friend, studying him for some sign that the man had seen his true nature, but Chuck just smiled back with that same open expression Dexter saw on so many others.
"Yes," Dexter answered simply.
"This way," Chuck said as he took Dexter by the arm and led him deep into the dim room. Cigar smoke made Dexter cough, as they passed a table of men playing cards. One had a young man on his knees next to him, and the boy's elbows were pulled behind him so harshly that his back arched and his chest stuck out. He remained silent on his knees with his face a sketch in pain.
Chuck led them into an area where men leaned against tables and a long rough bar made from unfinished planks ran the length of the room. "I'm looking for a boy to torture. I have a new top to show the ropes, and I'm not planning on playing nice, so if you're some pussy who's going to cry to get let out the minute I get you strapped down and start hurting you, don't even waste my time."
Chuck looked around the room, and two or three men separated themselves from their groups. "You," Chuck said as he poked a thick finger toward the far side of the room at a Hispanic man wearing a leather harness and pants with bare feet. "Hurry it up," Chuck ordered and then he turned his back and walked away. Chuck followed, listening to the bare feet slap against the concrete as the chosen male ran to catch up with them.
"You ever play with their ass?" Chuck asked.
"No. I've read a lot about it, though," Dexter said. And he had. He'd researched a lot about this culture before he'd tried to infiltrate it.
"Not the same until you've seen a pussy boy crying for mercy," Chuck said with a chuckle as he patted a tall leather bench. "On your stomach," he told the Hispanic man, and the man climbed up on the bench. Chuck grabbed on wrist and started tying it off, and Dexter imitated his knots on the man's second hand. So by the time Chuck had pulled the victims arm down tight and tied the rope off against a brace, Dexter had done the same on his side. Chuck checked the knots.
"Good work."
"Now, the thing with the boys is that they always want only as much as they think they can handle, but a real top knows how to get more out of them without breaking them," Chuck said as he now started securing the man's knee and ankle. Dexter noticed that the pants had no crotch in them as he was working on securing the leg on his side.
"This one's well used," Chuck said as he stuck two fingers in the hole and then pulled them out and wiped his hand on the man's back.
"Loose," Dexter said as he watched.
"Yep. I figure I'll start with Big Bertha and work my way up from there. Chuck pulled out a dildo the size of a large man and a tube of lube.
"Can I?" Dexter asked. He always found hands on training to be the best.
"Knock yourself out." Chuck handed over the supplied, and Dexter lubed the toy and slid it in a couple of inches until he hit some resistance. Then he worked slower, feeling the muscle fight him as he forced it deeper. The man tied to the bench moaned and Dexter worked the dildo in and out. The man was trying to squirm, and Dexter pushed the dildo as deep as it would go and watched the man's ass tighten around the base.
"Looks like he's ready for more," Chuck commented as he pulled a larger dildo out.
"He would come if we gave him enough slack to rub against the leather," Dexter pointed out as he lubed the new dildo and pushed it in faster than the last. The man cried out and started panting.
"That he would. Some boys are going to want to come. But the ones who are trained up right, they know they only get to come when we feel like it. They're here to suffer for us, we aren't here to play nursemaid to them."
Dexter worked the dildo, shoving it deep inside and pulling out in a rhythm that mimicked sex. The man was really moaning now, and Dexter shoved the dildo in and bent down to check the hole in the bench. The man's cock dangled down hard and red. "This is better than the gloryholes. The other men have too much control there. I need a larger dildo," Dexter said as he worked the large dildo easily in the sub's hole.
"Oh, you're going to be a popular man around here, Daniel," Chuck said as he gave over a huge dildo. Dexter had to work to push it in, and the sub moaned the whole time. Finally, Dexter got it in and started a slow fucking motion that left the sub straining against the ropes.
"I'm not going to let you come," Dexter announced to the man. I'm going to keep doing this as long as I feel like, and then I'm going to leave this thing in you as I go and get a drink, and then I’m going to decide if I feel like playing with you anymore. The sub just whined and Dexter set up a strong pace with his new toy. Oh yes, he liked this a lot more than the gloryholes.
Fisting
Dexter stalked the bar area of the club, the predator on the prowl for prey, only these prey so wanted to be chosen. Dexter could feel their need as he walked through them. When he thought about it, Dexter was fairly sure that Harry wouldn't mind his trips to the club. It allowed him to fit in. He fit in here better than he did anywhere else in his life. Here, he could be the predator, and men wanted him for it.
A half dozen men were watching him, but Dexter waited to find the one who wasn't quite brave enough to come out on his own, the one who watched with furtive glances. Finally, he spotted him, a boy with short curls and a full mouth.
"You," Dexter commanded. "I want someone who is going to suffer without whining or expecting to come in the end. Follow me."
Dexter walked away. Rarely, his chosen mark would run the other way, but unlike his other hunt, here, it didn't matter. If they didn't follow, then Dexter would find a half dozen men twitching to take the place of the one who ran. And the one who ran didn't think twice about Dexter, except possibly to regret the missed opportunity. Dexter had an excellent memory, so once someone ran, they were never chosen again.
"On the table," Dexter ordered the young man, and he quickly arranged himself. Like most of the subs, his pants split in the middle, so he pulled his cock free and placed it over the hole before laying down and waiting as Dexter tied him down tightly. Dexter had modified Chuck's approaching, adding a strap across the waist so the sub couldn't get even a hint of motion going. He pulled the strap so tight the sub grunted.
"Why do you let me do this?" Dexter asked curiously as he opened his bag and prepared his tools. He liked for them to see the options before he played with them. He picked up a mask that allowed Dexter to control the sub's access to oxygen and played with it while he waited for an answer.
"I... I don't know, sir," the sub finally said.
Dexter put the mask down and picked up a midsized dildo. "I could really hurt you, and you can't defend yourself."
The sub was moaning in need before Dexter even slipped the toy into him. Now that was interesting. "I could gag you and tie you and walk you out of here, and no one would stop me," Dexter warned. Then he sank the dildo deep into the sub, and the man cried out. "You know that, yes?"
"Yes, sir," the sub yelped as Dexter started a harsh rhythm. The sub panted.
"Do you think I will?" The sub didn't answer, and Dexter delivered a sharp slap to the man's back while still working his ass.
"No. I don't know, sir," the sub gasped. Dexter shoved the dildo in and walked to the man's head.
"I could. A part of me wants to try just to see how far you'd let me go," Dexter said. But there's a limit to what you deserve. Not everyone respects limits."
And not everyone did. Dexter had been disturbed at some of the college work this week. Some serial killers were just... wrong. They targeted people who didn't deserve to die. Dexter picked up a larger dildo and returned to his boy. He had to work to get it in, and the boy had tear-stained eyelashes by the time Dexter had gotten it in and started up a nice rhythm with it. "How far would you let me go?" Dexter asked.
"I don't know," the sub whispered, "sir," he added after a pause.
"Would you let me take you somewhere private?"
"Yes, sir. You're known around here, and you wouldn't be if you weren't careful, sir," the sub said. Dexter paused with the dildo deep in the boy's ass. He was known. Harry had always told him to avoid being seen. But then again, being known meant that they trusted him, which had to imply that he had successfully fooled them or they would not give him such liberties.
Dexter went back to his bag and pulled out a heavy rubber glove, putting it over his hand and lubing it heavily.
"Oh god," the sub groaned, but he didn't say no. That was significant. Why did these people put so much trust in him. Could they see that he had a code that protected them? He wasn't a killer like the ones he was studying in school. They had no code. He had a code.
Dexter pulled the dildo out and slipped four finger into the boy immediately.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," the boy muttered as if it was a mantra. Dexter worked slowly but steadily, pushing and twisting until he could curl his fingers, and then he slipped the thumb in side. The sub's ass closed around his wrist, and Dexter pushed.
"Oh god, oh god," the sub called louder.
"One sharp jab would be enough to perforate the colon and allow fecal material to contaminate your internal organs. The hospital would have to operate and put you on massive antibiotics and even then, you might not survive," Dexter warned as he pushed in a little farther. "Do you still trust me?"
"Yes, sir," the sub cried out, and everything tightened. Dexter's hand was uncomfortably squeezed then then the sub went lax. Well that didn't happen very often. Dexter started working his hand back out, disappointed that the sub's orgasm had ended the game. Some tops considered it a victory if the sub orgasmed without having his cock touched, but Dexter always considered it a failure when the sub came without his direct control. He'd lost this round.
Dexter stripped off the glove and tossed it at the garbage. Then he started working on the ropes that tied the sub down.
"Sir," the sub said quietly. Dexter looked up at him. "I trust you because you always admit to having a darker side and to controlling it. It's the ones who claim that they don't have a darker side, that they want to see us have pleasure, they're the ones who worry me."
Dexter rocked back on his heels and studied the boy's face. Now that was unexpected.
Breathplay
Dexter needed something. He needed to feel control over his life right now, and he could feel that control sliding away. He hated professor Sorensen. Hated him. How dare he turn Dexter into the laughing stock of the class?
Dexter could feel the anger rolling just below his skin as he hit the club. So many of the men would talk about not playing when they were angry, but that's what fueled Dexter: anger and a need for control. He would dominate a man and then go home and masturbate for a month off that hot memory. He never came in the club, not after the very first day when he'd used a glory hole, because when he came, he lost control. The man getting the orgasm out of him took the control. But there was a sexual satisfaction from watching them come, and the masturbation later filled all his sexual needs.
Something in his posture must have warned them, because most of the boys avoided his gaze. He could respect that. Like him, these boys had learned to read human emotion and motivation. Like him, they used that knowledge to fit into their world, and right now, they knew they couldn't handle him.
Dexter searched the crowd for the gaze that wouldn't flinch, for the boy who would do whatever he wanted. Thumping his bag down on a table in the corner, Dexter caught the eye of a bright-eyed blond boy staring straight at him. With a crook of the finger, Dexter summoned him, and the boy came trotting over without a moment's hesitation. He was going to be sorry for that later.
"Kneel," Dexter ordered as he pointed to a spot at his feet. The boy instantly lowered himself, and looked up at Dexter from under long bangs. From out of his bag, Dexter pulled his sub breathing mask. The boy's eyes went wide, but as the waiter approached, the boy sat quietly as Dexter fitted the clear plastic carefully over his nose and mouth and tightened the straps behind the sub's head, making sure the seal was air tight all the way around.
"Anything to drink?" the waiter asked as he glanced down. Dexter knew that the club owner was leery of this form of playing. Breathplay and bloodplay were dangerous games, not for amateurs. Dexter wasn't an amateur. "Ice tea," Dexter said as he pulled out a thick vibrating plug and lubed it. "Shove this up your ass," Dexter ordered the sub as he handed it over.
The sub looked up at him in surprise, but obediently took the plug and reached around behind him. The mask was already fogging as the sub breathed, the open valve on the bottom not quite large enough for all the moisture to clear from each breath.
"I want this tight," Dexter said as he handed over a specialty vibrator that went around the base of the balls. The sub obediently took it and wrapped it around himself.
"Don't think this means you're going to come or even particularly enjoy this," Dexter warned.
"I don't, sir. I understand," the sub agreed, his voice muffled by the mask.
"Good." Dexter started pulling out the restraints now. He locked the ankles into a spreader bar and tightly bound the boy's elbows so that his chest thrust out. A bracket in the center of the spreader bar allowed him to add heavy leather cuffs, and he locked the boy's wrists into those. The boy was now awkwardly bent back and Dexter pulled up the remotes dangling from the plug and the ball vibrator and hooked them to a leather armband he attached to the boy.
The waiter appeared with the tea, and Dexter took the glass. "How old are you?" Dexter asked the man at his feet.
"Twenty-two, sir." Strange. The boy was older than he was, but Dexter felt infinitely older than his own twenty-one years.
"When did you start coming to places like this?" Dexter reached down and fingered the valve that would cut off the boy's oxygen. He could see the panic in the boy's eyes, and really, it was such a normal human reaction, to panic when threatened with the loss of air.
"Two years ago, sir."
"How did you find it?"
"On the internet, sir."
"You know I'm going to cut off your oxygen whether you answer right or not," Dexter said with some amusement.
"Yes, sir," the sub agreed. Dexter turned the valve to the full off position. The sub's mouth went open, and Dexter could see him struggle to remain calm as seconds passed. It must have been a good minute before the boy started pulling against his restraints. And mere seconds, after that, he was arching his back and straining as his body finally figured out air was not coming. Dexter flipped the trigger on the butt plug vibrator and the sub's whole body stiffened before Dexter reached over and opened the breathing valve.
He could hear the harsh sucking sound as the man gulped air. Dexter reached over and turned the vibrator off.
The sub shivered and slowly his breathing slowed as he relaxed back into his kneel. "You can't stop me from doing that again. All I have to do is catch you on an out breath, and you won't even be able to make a muffled call for help," Dexter pointed out.
The sub looked up at him. "I know, sir," he answered.
"So, do you come here often or when you're feeling something in particular?" Dexter asked.
"When I'm feeling stressed, sir."
Dexter reached down and turned the valve to half off, and immediately the sub slowed his breathing, sucking deeply to get air through the half-closed vent.
"What stresses you enough to bring you to me?"
"Being out... of control... at work... sir," the sub fought against the limited air flow to talk.
"If you're out of control there, why do you seek to lose control here?" Dexter asked with honest confusion.
"Here I choose... who I want... to give control... over to, sir."
"It's an illusion of control," Dexter pointed out as he waited for the out breath to turn the knob to full off. This was more dangerous, and the sub would pass out quicker, so Dexter watched carefully as the sub almost immediately starting straining and arching, his mouth open in a desperate search for air. Dexter reached over and turned the valve to one quarter and listened to the harsh struggle to breathe. The man's body was still tight, but he wasn't straining against the bonds. Dexter triggered the plug and watched as the man's cock quickly inflated. The ring around the balls had to hurt now, but the sub wasn't saying much about it. He pulled air as hard as he could, but his body wanted to pant, and the lack of air was quickly draining him of fight.
Dexter turned off the plug and waited another second before turning the mask to full on.
"You have no control. You chose me without knowing who I truly am, what kind of monster I have inside. You gave control to me, and I may not be the type to ever give it back," Dexter pointed out. For long seconds, he only heard the quick and labored breathing as the man tried to get oxygen to his starved body.
"Control out there is an illusion too, sir. At least this is honest."
"Is it?" Dexter thought about that. He was certainly closer to his real self here than in his classes or sitting at dinner with his sister. Maybe the sub had something there.
"Daniel!" a voice called out, and Dexter looked up to see Chuck coming. He smiled at his onetime mentor.
"You do have the prettiest boys," Chuck said as he dropped into a chair across from Dexter. "What are you up to tonight?"
"The boy can't even breath without my permission," Dexter said as he reached over and fingered the valve without moving it. He could see the boy's slight flinch as though he would turn away, but he didn't. "I'm going to sit here all night and turn his air on and off, and turn the vibrators on and off until he's hard and aching and desperate to get out of my chains."
"Ah, so nice to see a young man learning how to train the boys up right," Chuck said with honest pleasure. "Waiter, a bourbon," he called across the room. He turned back to Dexter, and Dexter watched a couple of boys avidly argue over the right to bring Chuck his drink.
"Would you like to play a game of chess?" Dexter asked as he reached over and cut the sub's air off again.
"I'd love to." Chuck turned to the room. "Someone grab us that chess set," he bellowed as he poked a thick finger toward a far table, and Dexter watched his sub start to strain. He flipped the vibrator around the man's cock and then rested his chin on his hand and watched curiously as the lack of air and vibration did its job. Maybe the boy was right. Maybe this was honesty. Dexter liked honest.
Kink Bingo: Drugs (with a side order of bloodplay)
Dexter watched his chosen prey. He had a ten hour window to work in, and he had high hopes for this drug. He'd already rejected three other drugs because of their side effects, but etorphine hydrochloride acted fast and should immobilize the prey quickly. The young man in the business casual clothing and streaked blond hair that made him look like a California surf boy stepped out of a taxi and paid the driver quickly. He was apprehensive.
Dexter watched as the man hurried into his apartment, no doubt secure in the knowledge he'd be safe there. He wouldn't be. Dexter turned and strolled toward the side of the apartment building where an abandoned coffeeshop offered easy access.
Pulling on his gloves, Dexter ran a mental checklist before he headed for the side door he'd already forced open. Inside his tools were all laid out, and Dexter ran his hand along the prep table he'd chosen as his work surface before heading for the ladder to the roof access. Moving his prey might be tricky, but Dexter was strong, and Shawn was not a large man. Dexter popped out onto the roof and double checked that the windows between him and Shawn were all dark. It was early evening, and the others would probably be out for a while.
Within seconds, Dexter was at Shawn's window, slowly sliding up the window. He'd disabled the lock and removed the screen already. Inside, the shower was running, so Shawn obviously intended to go to the club tonight. Well, Dexter had other plans for him.
The living room was shadowed as Dexter slid along the wall, so when Shawn came out in just his boxers, he didn't immediately see Dexter. In fact, he didn't see Dexter until Dexter had slammed into him from behind, trapping Shawn against the refrigerator and slipping the needle into his neck.
Shawn had time to look back and mouth Dexter's name silently before his eyes glazed over and Dexter carefully let him slide to the ground. Shawn's head flopped to one side, and Dexter crouched down next to him, brushing his hair back from his eyes.
"How does it feel to be the captured prey?" Dexter asked curiously, but Shawn's eyes just slowly sagged shut. "I supposed how you feel about it is rather moot at this point," Dexter shrugged as he pulled Shawn up and got a shoulder under the man's stomach. Shawn mumbled without actually protesting as Dexter maneuvered them both out the bedroom window, onto the roof of the coffee shop and then down into the shop proper.
Dexter had time to lay Shawn out and chain his feet and wrists into heavy padded leather restraints before Shawn started making almost coherent moans. His eyes fluttered open, and immediately found Dexter, even in the low light of a camping lantern hanging from an old hook in the ceiling.
"Dexter?" he mumbled, his voice low and strained.
"I caught you," Dexter pointed out, even though it did seem rather redundant. This was the first time Dexter had used M-99 tranquilizer, so he wasn't sure how much Shawn would understand. Dexter needed to find a drug that allowed the prey to understand what he was saying to them.
"Yes, sir," Shawn agreed as his eyes flicked around the room.
"Can you move your arms and legs?" Dexter asked as he ran a gloved hand down Shawn's arm. He could feel the arm tremble and tense with the effort, but he was so weak that a string would have been enough to hold him flat against the table.
"I'm sorry, sir," Shawn apologized when it was clear that he didn't have enough muscle control to actively fight the restraints, and Dexter had left him two or three inches of play in each chain so the prey could fight, but apparently he didn't have any fight in him.
"It's the drug," Dexter assured him. "It will wear off in a few hours. Meanwhile, do you remember what we discussed earlier?"
"Yes, sir," Shawn nodded but his eyes still had that blurry drugged look. Dexter might need to lower the dosage or allow more time for his prey to wake up before truly getting to work on them.
"Tell me what I'm going to do," Dexter ordered as a way to test the boy's mental abilities.
"If I could stay out of your control for six hours, you'd let me come, but I didn't, sir," Shawn sad sadly. There was mental functioning, but clearly not full mental functioning.
"And what will I do with you now?" Dexter prompted him.
Shawn blinked a couple of time and then smiled. "Knifeplay, sir."
"You gave your consent for a man to capture, drug, and cut you. That seems suicidal," Dexter pointed out as he picked up his favorite knife.
"Not with you," Shawn said with that same blissful smile.
Dexter put the flat blade against Shawn's chest. "Why not with me?" he asked. More than any other top in the club, Dexter was capable of murder. Dexter had committed more than one murder, and while hunting and hurting his prey at the club took an edge off the way hunting animals with Harry had, it never totally fed the need that Dexter still had in his soul.
"You wouldn't ever kill one of us, sir," Shawn said with utter conviction. Dexter drew his knife down the center of Shawn's chest and watched at the skin parted leaving a red trail that slowly cried drops of blood that rolled down his chest.
"How much did that hurt?" Dexter asked. If Shawn weren't drugged, he would label that a 7 or 8, especially since it was the first cut and he wouldn't be in the right psychological place to endure the larger cuts yet.
"Five, sir," Shawn said, and Dexter could see the man's cock start to tent his boxers. Dexter watched the individual drops of blood, each leaving their own trail behind as they rolled off Shawn's body. He pressed the knife against Shawn's side hard enough that the flesh bulged on either side of the knife and the blood drop suddenly change direction.
"Why do you trust me?" Dexter asked curiously.
"Something always stops you, sir."
"Something always stops all the tops from doing real harm," Dexter pointed out, but Shawn was already shaking his head so that his hair flopped back and forth.
"You want to do real harm, but you won't, sir. From the time you walk into the club, you feel the same need to hurt us, but you don't ever get lost in that need. You don't ever get lost in the scene. You're the only one I'd trust to do this, sir," Shawn disagreed. Dexter frowned as he pressed his thumb into the cut. Blood welled up and Shawn hissed in pain even as his cock hardened. Clearly Shawn was feeling some pain, which was necessary for Dexter's purposes. His victims—the ones who didn't want to be prey and didn't want to be hurt—they needed to feel the pain of death as they'd brought it to others. Dexter put etorphine hydrochloride M-99 down as a real possibility for his new hunting drug of choice.
"There are a lot of psychos out there. You still shouldn't put yourself in a position where you can't defend yourself," Dexter pointed out, and the second the words were out of his mouth, he frowned. No, he certainly wasn't worried about Shawn or the other subs in the traditional sense. He wouldn't especially care if one had a heart attack, but he disliked the idea of anyone else preying on them. Maybe that was Harry's code about protecting the weak coming through. Dexter pushed that puzzling thought to the side as he walked down to the end of the table where Shawn's feet lay. Time to find out how much control Shawn had and how long it took for him to get control back.
"You're not going to like this," Dexter warned as he brought the tip of his knife to the bottom of Shawn's foot. As Dexter pushed the knife in just deep enough to really hurt, Shawn twitched his foot barely enough to make the chain attached to his ankle cuff rattle against the metal table and then he lay still with his hard cock sticking up and making an impressive wet spot on the front of his shorts, and his silence gave Dexter permission to do whatever he wanted. Now that was a turn on. Dexter shifted as his own erection pressed against his pants, but Dexter ignored it. This was about control, and Dexter had the control to wait until he'd done this job properly. He moved the knife to Shawn's other foot.