Thinking about what he had witnessed in the dungeon that afternoon Adam felt his cock hardening. His eyes were burning and hungry as he devoured Nye's naked body with his eyes, remembering how it had shuddered and bucked in the throes of ecstasy and how it had writhed and convulsed in the midst of pain. Touching the now flaccid penis he thought about how it had felt when it had ploughed into him that morning, so much sweeter that Lian's uncaring member and his thumb ran over the tip as he closed his eyes and imagined the catheter and the electrode sliding into it.
Nye shuddered and moaned, turning his head from side to side on the pillow and Adam stared at his parted lips remembering how it had felt to plunge his cock into the sweet cavity of his mouth. He touched them with his finger and they trembled. Wanting so badly to take him, here and now, and knowing that it would be a very bad idea Adam slipped from the bed and quickly dressed.
Outside the door of the room one of the attendants was standing, head bowed, still but alert.
"I'm going down to the dungeon. See that no one disturbs him and if you hear movement from in there send for me immediately."
"Yes sir."
***
The next time Nye awoke it was morning. The sun was streaming through an unfamiliar window and he was alone. He stretched and immediately regretted it as he felt that someone had kicked him in the stomach. Turning on his side he curled into a tight ball wrapping his arms around himself and drawing up his knees. That hurt too but he needed to do it.
He couldn't help his mind wandering to everything that had happened over the last couple of days. He had been higher and lower that he had ever been before. It was a lot to take in, to process.
It was hard to believe that Adam had been part of the nightmare, that he had allowed it to happen to him, although he supposed that he hadn't really had a lot of choice. The memory of Adam bound, gagged and swinging from the hook with Lian pawing him, came suddenly to his mind and made him shudder. Adam would have hated that, really hated it. Thinking on it he supposed that Adam had paid as high a price as he had for Lian's continued patronage.
Fuck... he had poisoned him. Adam had poisoned him. Okay he hadn't know at the time he was doing it but still... Fuck! He could have died. He was minutes away from it. If Lian hadn't given him the antidote in time... He shuddered and hugged himself tighter.
And what the fuck had they done to him at the end. The rest hadn't been so bad... and he had to admit that he had had some pretty fucking amazing orgasms. He had never passed out from sheer pleasure before and now he had done it twice... or was it three times? Some parts of what had happened were kind of blurred and he had no idea exactly what had been done to him, only how it had felt and even then...
Rolling on to his back Nye groaned and ran his hands over his body checking for damage. He felt as if he had been punched repeatedly in the stomach... which, now he came to think of it, he had...only from the inside. Raising his head to look down at himself he was a little surprised to find that there was no outward sign of the violence to which his body had been subjected. He had expected at least bruises.
Somewhat nervously he reached down and felt around his cock and balls. They were a little sore but everything seemed to be in order and not too badly battered. With a sigh he lay back and rested his hand on his belly. It was a strange thing but, even after everything that had happened he didn't regret a thing, not really.
Oh, he wished that it had never happened, that he had never met Lian, but in a way it was almost worth it to know that he had been approved, was truly becoming a part of Adam's world. True he would have preferred it if Adam's world was a little less scary and... painful, but wasn't that what it meant to become a man? To face the harsh realities of the world head on? To undertake your rite of passage and emerge on the other side stronger, more at peace with your life and being?
That had been a right of passage alright... and his passage was still bitterly complaining about it but... hell he had made it, he had come through and he WAS stronger, or at least he damn well was going to be once he got his stupid childish emotions under control. Feeling somewhat ungrateful he remembered why all this had happened in the first place. Adam had given him a commitment, more than he ever had to anyone, he had given him the keys to The Club, the apartment, everything. He had made him his equal, his partner.
Nye smiled and relaxed...until a frantic rumbling from his stomach reminded him that he had not had anything to eat for... well by the look of it for more than twenty four hours. No wonder he suddenly felt absolutely starving. He sat up and looked around for his clothes. They were folded neatly on a chair beside the bed... with the keys on top. Nye smiled.
Slowly sitting up he realised two things... firstly he hurt, really hurt and second he was stiff and sticky from his head to his thighs. Looking around the room and wondering for the first time where he was he spotted a door which looked likely to lead to a bathroom.
Nye got to his feet using the foot of the bed to haul himself up, and found that it hurt but was bearable to stand. He staggered slightly but managed to get to the door without mishap. Using the toilet was no picnic and hurt in every way imaginable but, again it was bearable and he didn't seem to be bleeding so that had to be good...didn't it?
When he was done he turned on the shower and stood for far too long under the warm water, soaking his hair and body, washing away the memory of the previous day. At one point he almost fell asleep and jerked awake as he started to slide down the wall. He slipped and grunted aloud as he caught himself and hauled himself up again.
With a sigh he climbed out of the shower and rubbed himself dry in the slightly rough towel. He looked at it curiously and found the logo of The Club sewn into one corner. He was still in The Club then. He hadn't been aware that there were any bedrooms here. He wasn't in the dungeon that was for sure.
Still puzzled he slowly pulled on his clothes, blanching when he had to bend to tie up his shoe laces. God that hurt.
When he opened the door of the room Nye was surprised to see the attendant leaning against the wall outside. Was he a guard? If so was he meant to keep him in or someone else out? Nye frowned and the guard bowed his head.
"Master Adam bade me apologise for having been called away. He suggests that you have the kitchen make you something to eat. If you would prefer I can have it brought to your room."
"This isn't my room. How long has Adam been gone?"
"About an hour, Sir. He expects to return before the end of the afternoon and would quite understand if you felt that you needed to go home. You can either take a taxi or the car."
Nye was quite taken aback by the deferential manner of the attendant.
"Where is Adam?"
"Attending to business downstairs, Sir."
"Down...? Oh, I see. Thank you. I'll go down to the bar to eat and then I'll think about going home."
"Would you like me to organise a meal, Sir?"
"Um... yes, yes alright. That would be kind. Thank you."
"Is there anything you would prefer?"
"No thank you, just something light... and quick. I'm very hungry."
"As you say, Sir."
The man hesitated and Nye realised that he was expecting him to precede him down to the bar. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Clearly Adam had not wanted him to be wandering around alone up here. His curiosity was piqued but not enough tempt him into a conflict with the attendant today... and he had the distinct impression that if he tried to look around he would be gently but firmly diverted.
Turning, Nye made for the stairs. He stumbled and caught himself with a grunt of pain to find the attendant at his elbow slipping an arm carefully around his waist to support him.
"Are you sure you're alright to go downstairs?"
The deferential tone had gone to be replaced by one that actually sounded concerned. Startled Nye looked at him and found himself staring into a pair of amber eyes in a very pretty face. The man was barely older than he was. Why did he think that all the attendants were old? He shuddered at the thought of how old this one had been when he had been 'trained'. He had known that some of Adam's previous lovers had been very young but he had never had the courage to ask how young.
