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A collective hiss of breath slid through the crowd and Ian
suppressed his own reaction. Fuck. Alan's skill was close to his own, and
each hit landed with expert precision. Another blow snapped bright red
across Kale's buttocks and the muscles in Kale's arms jumped. A groan
somewhere close by met the rock of Kale's hips into the cross.
Aware of David still watching him, Ian's expression retained a bland
edge as he studied the other two men closely. Apparently
unresponsiveness wasn't a particular problem for Kale. Not with the way
his body arched in expectation of the blow to come, then tried to find
relief from the sharp rise of need. Tilting his head slightly, one of Ian's
fingers idly tapped at his lips as he continued to watch.
"I know that look," David said, leaning close. "I'd be happy to
introduce you when the scene is over."
Alan's whip drew up another brilliant red line across Kale's
buttocks. Kale pulled on the restraints, body surging instinctively
Ian rarely showed a great deal of interest in anything around him,
and he wasn't about to start now. Glancing over at David, Ian gave him a
noncommittal answer. "If you want to."
When Alan coiled his whip, the silence in the room was deafening.
With that one word, Kale's head fell back and he cried out, body
shaking as his seed spilled onto the stage. A ripple of groans followed,
moving through the crowd in response.
The instantaneous response to the one word intrigued Ian, more so
because no touch seemed to be required. His gaze followed the quivering
line of the sub's body. "He is a beautiful creature, I will agree to that,
David." A faint smile curled his lips as his gaze stayed on Kale.
"You don't know the half of it, my friend."