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metal bar.
    “Open up,” Scott said.
    Aiden opened, and Scott pushed him forward
    another inch so that the bar was in his mouth.
    “Bite.”
    Aiden did. The bar was cold and copper tasting.
    Okay, we’re so not in Kansas anymore, Aiden thought.
    Scott grabbed his hips and pulled so that Aiden’s
    back sloped and his ass jutted out from the wall.
    Scott placed a silk mask over Aiden’s eyes, then
    cuffed his hands together behind his back. Now Aiden’s
    position was extremely awkward—bent at the waist, ass
    out, hands behind him, jaws around the bar.
    Scott grabbed his nipples again, rolling and
    squeezing them into stiff peaks. He put a clamp on the
    right one, screwing it slowly tighter until Aiden’s breath
    caught and he twisted involuntarily—then tighter still,
    until every muscle in Aiden’s body tensed against the
    pain.
    Scott clamped his left tit with the same agonizing
    slowness and flicked both clamps, sending shocks of
    pain through Aiden’s body. Aiden was grateful to have
    the bar to bite down on.
    Scott attached something to the right clamp—a
    chain, Aiden realized a moment later, when Scott let the
    series of metal links fall from his fingers. The weight of
    the chain jerked the clamp down, making Aiden gasp.
    Scott picked up the loose end and attached it to the left
    clamp, creating a slack arc that swung painfully if Aiden
    moved at all.
    Scott put his fingers in the U of chain and applied a
    steady downward pressure. Aiden whimpered as his
    nipples were stretched. He tried to move his torso
    downward to alleviate the pressure, but he couldn’t
    without releasing the bar. He moaned his frustration. The
    pain stopped.
    He heard Scott’s footsteps move away, then the
    sound of the refrigerator opening. Plastic rustled. The
    fridge closed. Aiden shifted his weight, nervous. He
    heard a drawer open, and then the sound of Scott cutting
    something on a board. Then a—vegetable peeler? It
    sounded like Scott was peeling a potato. Again the knife
    slammed the cutting board; then there was a familiar
    smell in the air that Aiden couldn’t quite pinpoint.
    Aiden recognized the smell from the restaurant. It
    was something that went in the steak teriyaki. Scott
    approached him, taking a position just behind and to the
    left of Aiden. He placed a hand on Aiden’s hip. Aiden
    jumped.
    “Did you touch yourself?” Scott asked again. His
    voice was deceptively casual.
    Aiden couldn’t back down now. He’d already
    insisted twice that he hadn’t. If he stuck to his story, there
    was no way Scott could prove he’d broken the rule. He
    shook his head as best he could with the bar in his
    mouth.
    “Let go of the bar,” Scott said, “and answer me. Did
    you touch yourself, Shithead, between last Monday and
    tonight? Did you take hold of your worthless little cock
    and jerk yourself while you thought about me? Did you
    come?”
    Aiden let go of the bar. “No, Sir,” he said as firmly
    as he could manage.
    Scott removed his hand from Aiden’s hip. “Bite
    down on the bar again.”
    The smell of whatever Scott had cut was
    overwhelming, and Aiden wished he could figure out
    what it was. He didn’t have much time to wonder. Scott
    spread his cheeks with one hand and, with the other,
    forced something wet and cool into his entrance.
    For a second, Aiden felt nothing. Whatever the
    object was, it was small, and aside from its odd, moist
    texture, there was nothing uncomfortable about it. Then
    slowly a fire began in his asshole, spreading through his
    body, making him jerk and writhe. He pulled against the
    handcuffs and ground his teeth against the steel bar. The
    burning sensation grew so intense that he felt nauseated.
    He stamped, arched, twisted—anything to lessen the
    burn. Scott held the object in place, then began moving it
    in and out slightly.
    Tears sprang to Aiden’s eyes. Every time he moved
    to try to get away from the fire in his asshole, the chain
    between his nipples swung, pulling