Touching Dana's arm, Brent said. “This next part's quite painful, maybe you could give him five or ten seconds of your mouth first?"
Jacob's arms were bent backwards, wrapped around the statue's neck, desperately trying to hold his weight off the phallus, and Dana trailed her hand down his stomach to his clean-shaven cock, caressed his balls. She leaned forward and licked, as if it were a lollipop, and abruptly took him completely into her mouth, pushing hard so he descended into her throat. His groan was like music to her pussy, she was so horny, and her back was craving the lash something terrible. Odd, how she could feel Dominant while hungering for pain.
She stopped when Brent's hand touched her shoulder, sucking her cheeks in hard and pulling away with a pop.
"Please, no. This is enough. Please Brent.” It was the first she'd heard Jacob beg, and his appeal for mercy sent a jolt of fire through her even as she felt sorry for him.
"I want the full effect. Count to fifteen and you'll be able to hold yourself up by the chains, it won't last forever."
"Please don't."
Brent's voice was soft—no anger, just curiosity. “Do you wish to deny my pleasure of seeing you spread in every way? Arms, legs, ass, mouth? You think you can handle this all night with your arms bent backwards?"
Jacob closed his eyes, and when they opened, she could see the apology in them before he spoke, his voice coming out in pained gasps. “I'm sorry Brent, I shouldn't have asked. Please, put me the way you want.” His voice tore at her heart because she knew where he was—the urge to please his Master stronger than the fear of pain.
Without turning Brent said, “Dana, will you please push and hold the small silver button beside the larger one? You can let up when the mechanism stops moving."
The chains attached to his wrist-cuffs drew up until he was forced to let go of the statue, his arms pulled towards the outside corners of the cell. His weight now on his asshole, she could see him fighting the pain, a look close to panic on his face. When the motion stopped he grabbed the chains and lifted himself—his arms, shoulders, chest, and abs showing the strain as he pulled up, trying to take the weight of his body off his rectum.
Brent stepped forward and wrapped his hand around Jacob's balls. His eyes flew wide open, focused on Brent's face. Silently Pleading.
"This is for arguing. Count of five."
Jacob gasped as Brent's fist slowly compressed them. Dana couldn't believe how far he squeezed, and his count didn't start until he'd reached the desired pressure; she could've made it to twenty by the time Brent made it from one to five. At three, Jacob's eyes filled with water, and at five, one of them spilled over—a tear slowly making its way down his face. Jacob didn't make a sound. She wasn't even sure he was breathing.
When Brent finally released his balls he said, “Breathe, Jacob,” and skimmed his fingers over Jacob's now flagging cock. “I realize this ordeal will be made more difficult without a hard-on. I suggest you find a way to bring it back, you'll be here awhile."
He pulled a sandwich bag from his pocket, and retrieved a ring-gag from the plastic as he climbed the steps behind the statue, inserting the gag from behind and buckling it. He caressed Jacob's chest and stomach before leaving the cell, pulling Dana with him, closing the door with an audible click.
A dungeon master was observing, and Brent nodded to him. “Mark, I'm glad you're on duty tonight. I'll be at the poles and will keep an eye on him. However, I'll be focused on Dana, so if you feel he needs my attention, please let me know. Unless there's an emergency or safeword, no one enters this cell but me or Dana here."
"Understood.” He turned to Dana. “I don't believe we've met. Do you use a safeword other than Red? I assume you're getting the Max and Brent treatment, and I saw Max throw a few practice tosses of the single tail. Sure you're up to it?"
"I'm sure. I'll use Red if there's a problem, but my back's itching for the whip, so I don't think you'll hear any colors coming from me. I was once a member, and Brent's my friend, not some random stranger. We'll be fine, but I appreciate you checking in with me."
He opened his mouth to respond but Brent interrupted. “I know it's your personal policy to interrupt edge play for a safeword check when you don't know the submissive, and I understand and appreciate it, but I'd rather not deal with interruptions tonight. I noticed Dave on duty earlier, if you talk to him, he'll assure you she can handle what we'll be doing."
Dana left the two of them to talk, taking her dress off without thinking as she reached the poles. She'd been nude in the club before, and was looking forward to the whip. It didn't take long for Max to string her up, arms straight out from her shoulders at a ninety-degree angle, attached to suspension cuffs, since the pressure would have been rough on her wrists with normal restraints.