The Grotto (pan gangbang w/consensual pain/humiliation)

Aden follows Tommy down the left-hand hallway toward a large pair of red double doors. She looks back over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide, as the sound of something hitting flesh comes through loud and clear. He sees her breath quicken, and she stops, quivering in place, nervously.

"We're doing whatever you like, Tommy," he reminds her. He steps past her to the door, listening. The monster stirs at the sound of grunting and muffled impacts; without wanting to, he feels himself slipping into dark places.

"Are you okay?" Tommy whispers, placing her hand on his. He's turned off, and she can see those dark eyes go cold and distant for a moment. "Hey, come back to me," she says quietly, pulling his hand to her side.

He shivers as if waking up from a bad dream. "Sorry."

"We can skip this room if you want," she says.

He sucks in a long breath, and looks at her, standing there, so small and fragile, so ****. Suddenly, he's okay, which amazes him. "You're perfect, you know that?"

Tommy smiles. "Are we going in?"

"Whatever you want, babydoll."

"In we go," she says, giggling. She pushes the doors open, and looks inside. This room is huge, almost a quarter of the floor, and the whole place is decorated with cracked and chipped fake rock. There are deep spa-type artificial pools, but they're dry, the bottoms coated in old grey-green stains. Michael was absolutely right, the room has a musty dour odor reminiscent of pond scum, barely masked by some sort of antiseptic. A faded red strip runs around the majority of the walls, although a back corner has a black stripe; Nick can see where a false wall used to separate the place into two smaller rooms. None of the lights work, but someone has rigged a set of very bright floodlights in the center of the room, the kind he's seen before in operating rooms.

Standing in the light, on either side of two large stainless steel benches, Mistress May and Master Lazlo are both looking out into the darkened front of the room, where Nick and Tommy are standing. "That you, Graham?" asks Lazlo, naked except for a pair of ass-less chaps, bent down, fiddling with a large box, some sort of cables partially disassembled on the floor.

"Afraid not," Nick calls out, stepping into the light with Tommy in tow. She's staring wide-eyed at the area in between the two dominants. On the benches, Freddy and May's **** are both stripped naked and strapped face down, bound at the wrists and feet so they can't move. May is wearing a big black strap-on, her skin glistening with sweat. In her hands is a large wooden paddle, holes drilled through it to improve the speed of impact. Lazlo, still fiddling with the cables, looks up, and grins.

"I don't supposed either of you are an electrician?" he asks, holding up a glass-tipped probe.

"Stop fuckin' with my gear, Laz," Graham growls, entering the room and sweeping in fast. "You ain't qualified to touch more'n the tingly bits."

"I did disconnect it from the wall before I touched it, Graham."

"And that'd be fuckin' great, except there are honking great capacitors in that rig." Graham pushes Lazlo out of the way. "Shock yer fuckin' nuts right off." He pulls a small toolkit out of his pocket and replaces Lazlo. "Have it fixed in a minute or two. Impatient bitches."

May laughs, then bends down to both slaves. "Either of you want out before we restart?" Both moan and shake their heads no, and she stands back up, picking up a bottle of lube and applying it to the shaft of her strap-on.

Lazlo signals her, and they both walk over toward Nick and Tommy. "Nice to meet you, Nickolas," Lazlo says, rubbing a towel on his hands.

"I'd shake your hands, but I don't know how you feel about cherry-flavored lube as a hand sanitizer," May smiles demurely. "You look as if you have questions, dear," she says, looking pointedly at Tommy, who has her eyes locked on Freddy's tight ass.

"Umm," she starts, then stops. "I can't even figure out where to begin."

"Laz and I have a bet over which one of our subs can avoid coming the longest. Come over here, and I'll explain all our toys to you."

As they walk away, Lazlo steps closer to Aden, his face conspiratorial. "We're actually glad you came in, Nickolas." He frowns, and tucks the towel into his chaps, no trace of shyness over his frankly massive cock hanging from the front opening of his chaps. "Can I call you Nick? Nickolas seems so formal."

"Sure," Nick answers, waiting.

"It's pretty clear to all of us that you're the secret investor Kate mentioned."

"Yeah, I got the feeling it was a badly-kept secret."

Lazlo nods. "Thing is, May and I, we have some concerns we want to talk to you about. Or, more, know where you stand. See, everything really hinges on King Rick. I need to know if I can trust you, and May wants to make sure that the so-called Phoenix has some very special accomodations."

Nick shrugs. "Don't know how I'd prove you can trust me, but for what it's worth I've decided I wouldn't mind breaking Rick in half over my knee. And since Kate is the one who'd really be running the joint, May can ask her for whatever she wants and Kate can decide."

"Yeah, well, that's the thing." Lazlo rubs the side of his face and scratches his chin. "Fuck, this is difficult."

"just say what you want."

Lazlo looks at him, then shrugs as if to say why not. "Do you know anything about us?"

"Kate gave me a briefing."

"Did she mention what I do for a living? No, nevermind, as thorough as she is, I'm sure she did." Behind Lazlo, Nick hears a loud smack; May is showing Tommy how to use the paddles on the boys. "Thing is, amigo, I can't afford to make Rick mad at me. He would have no problem at all telling the press or the Mayor that I like to play here. Me being gay is no big deal, but me spanking the Hell out of boys like Freddy, that would be a career ender."

"And you want me to make sure Rick doesn't tell stories outside of school."

Lazlo nods. "I'm not sure how you would do that, but, yeah, that's what I need."

"And May?"

"She wants it in writing that she can have permanent and perpetual lease on a room or tow after the renovation. Rent free." There's a loud thump from the benches, and Nick hears Tommy giggle. "She wants to move her dominatrix business out of her house and into the hotel once it's renovated. She's looking at the potential profits of being rent free and maybe having some people working for her."