Face Down (Fuckboy Series Book 2) (FINISHED)

Chapter Eleven

Almost an hour later they pulled up to a large gate where they were checked in by security. He knew they were somewhere in Connecticut, but he’d lost track of the turns once they’d gotten into a more rural area. He knew this was a pretty wealthy location if the huge houses set behind walls were any indication. Along the way Liam had told him that a large group of them had chipped in to rent this place for the night. They wanted privacy, and they would definitely get it here.

When the gates opened, they followed the long driveway that looped in front of the huge stone mansion. It looked like a modern day castle and was probably worth more money than he would ever make in his lifetime. Colton stepped out when the valet opened the door, following Liam up the stairs to the front doors where they were greeted by a woman. Liam motioned toward her and walked past, indicating that he should stay with her. It was clear that this was the female assistant he’d been told about and he would have to do what she said until he was returned to Liam.

Colton followed her to a room directly off of the main foyer. He didn’t have much time to look around, even though he wanted to gawk at the opulence of the place. The décor didn’t matter because he’d be staring at the floor for the majority of the night.

“Your coat.”

Colton nodded and slipped his coat off along with whatever else Liam had allowed him to keep on during their drive. His eyes followed her as she put his possessions in a bin and placed it on a table along the wall. There were several bins stacked up, more than he could count, so he assumed they all held the personal items of other people just like himself. Slaves. Slaves who were already inside with their Masters or Mistresses.

His eyes followed the assistant as she walked away, moving to a rack on the other side of the room where she unhooked a leash. When she returned, she motioned to the floor. Colton obliged and knelt down, watching as she fastened the leather strap to his collar.

She gave the leash a little tug and Colton shifted to all fours like a dog, crawling behind her as she headed into the foyer to join the rest of the guests. He struggled to keep his eyes down even though he wanted to see what was going on around him. His heart hammered in his chest as he fought for control of his emotions. He didn’t want them to run wild and get him in trouble, plus he wanted to be a good boy tonight and get away from this party unscathed in any way.

“There he is.”

Colton heard Liam’s voice and struggled to keep his eyes glued to the floor. He stilled when the assistant stopped and handed his leash over to Liam, her footsteps receding as she walked away. Colton knelt beside Liam like he had been instructed to do during the recital of the rules. He knew he was doing a good job when Liam reached down and placed his hand on his back.

As he knelt there, he could feel the eyes of everyone around Liam on him. He couldn’t tell right off how many people Liam was talking to, but if he had to guess, he’d say five or six. They were looking at him as if he were the evening’s meal instead of just a slave boy that had accompanied his Master to an event.

“He’s beautiful, Liam.” The woman reached out and touched his chest, her long red nails lightly grazing his skin.

Colton struggled to remain still as she ran her hands all over his upper chest and shoulders. Her hands were soft and warm, which made his naked flesh pucker with goosebumps.

“Isn’t he, though?” Liam reached down and unhooked the leash from his collar, slipping the leather strap into his pocket to get it out of the way.

“What’s his name?” she asked, glancing from Colton to Liam and back again.

“His name is Colton, but I prefer slave.”

They all laughed and went back to whatever they were talking about prior to him being delivered to Liam’s side. He was glad the attention was off of him and onto something else. He really didn’t want to be the focus of tonight’s festivities. There were more than enough slaves around to keep people occupied. He just wanted to stick close to Liam’s side and make it through the night.

“I’ll talk to you guys later,” Liam said, then turned and walked out of the foyer and into the adjoining formal sitting room.

Without being told to, Colton followed his Master, crawling alongside him when he shifted positions and joined another group. Liam moved through the room, stopping to talk to people he knew, engaging in conversation with other Masters about their slaves while showing his off. All the while he silently followed, even staying quiet when he was complimented by several people.

Colton was careful when he looked around, making sure no one noticed the movement of his eyes. Only then did he realize just how many people were there. There had to be over a hundred people just in this area. With the size of the mansion, he could only imagine how many more people were in other areas of the house.

He also noticed there were quite a few slaves staying close to their Masters or Mistresses. Some were kneeling alongside them, others were being used as chairs or footstools so their owners could rest, and there were a few who were being spanked or flogged for the audience’s enjoyment.

The only other people around were the servants who were working the party. They were all dressed in either leather outfits or catsuits. They were threaded through the crowd, carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvre or delivering slaves to their owners, and making sure everyone was having a good time.

So far so good, he thought to himself and lowered his eyes again, concentrating on a spot on the floor in front of him. He tried not to move, not wanting to draw attention to himself in any negative way. Positive attention was welcomed, but he didn’t want to be beaten right there in front of two hundred or more people. That wasn’t his idea of a good time. In fact, his embarrassment over his nakedness and the position he was in had finally settled enough to allow him to focus.

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After an hour, Liam stood and looked down at Colton, who was still kneeling beside him, and motioned to the bar. “Stay,” he said to him and walked off with one of the ladies he had been conversing with.

The only acknowledgement Colton made was to continue to kneel in the place that Liam had left him. He wanted to be a good boy, so he stayed there and listened to the conversation going on around him. His knees were sore and his thighs were achy, but if this was all he had to do all night, he was okay with it. It could be worse. Much worse.

“I think we’re about ready to start playtime.”

Colton heard the announcement from the woman atop the stage at the far end of the room. He didn’t want to know what ‘playtime’ meant. Off and on during the evening various slaves had been led up onto the podium to be punished, and if that wasn’t playtime, he was afraid to find out what was.

“Each room on the ground floor will have a different type of show,” she continued as Colton listened intently. “You can choose to watch any show you’d like, or come and go as you please. If you choose not to participate, feel free to stay and enjoy the food and drinks while everyone else is playing.”

Please, he silently prayed, don’t let Liam be one of the people who want to go to playtime. He didn’t know what was in store for him but he didn’t want to find out, either. So far, tonight had been easy, but he knew it was just a matter of time before these fuckers got their freak on. They always did. He had learned that from Daddy and Kitten.

“You ready to go play?” Liam asked as he hooked the leash back to his collar.

NO!

“Yes, master,” he answered quietly. He hadn’t even heard Liam return, but he probably had been too busy freaking out over playtime.

“Good. I think you’ll have a great time. I know I will.”

Liam laughed as he led Colton toward one of the rooms. The furniture was arranged in a large circle and people were already piling in, filling the seats until there were only a few left. He walked over to one of the last ones and sat down, looking over at Colton as he knelt beside him.

Fuck, Colton thought to himself as his breathing increased. He didn’t know what was about to happen, but he had a really bad feeling about this. There were a few slaves sitting around the circle like him, but he had been paying attention all night and knew what was about to happen.

The entire time they had been here, people had spoken to Liam with respect, which meant that he was someone important in this community of people. Not only that, but quite a few of them had complimented Liam on him, saying how handsome of a slave he was. With all that attention he just knew whatever was going to happen in playtime, was going to happen to him.

“Liam!”

Colton heard the high-pitched squeal and the click of heels on the floor. Even though he wasn’t allowed to look up the goosebumps on his arms told him exactly who it was.

Kitten.

“Hello, Kitten,” Liam greeted as she came over.

“You brought Colton?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Lucky, lucky,” she said with a little pout on her lips. “Everyone,” she said aloud, calling for the room to quiet down. “This is Colton. Master Liam brought this little boy so we could all enjoy him this evening.”

Fuck! Did Kitten run the show here? She was talking as if she was directing the playtime.

“I’m your hostess. You may call me Kitten. Daddy likes it when you call me Kitten.” She looked over at Daddy and smiled, giving him a cutesy wave before blowing him a kiss. “Daddy and I have had the pleasure of working with Colton before. You guys are going to love him. Though,” her voice turned dangerous, “he has upset Kitten more than a few times and I’m not happy with him right now.”

Colton shivered, his spine tightening as his c**k twisted and hardened instantly. Whenever Kitten’s voice dropped to that octave he knew he was in for a beating. It turned him on so f*****g much, yet scared the s**t out of him at the same time.

“I sent an invitation to Colton last night for this event. He didn’t answer me even after he was spanked for avoiding Daddy and I. He’s a bad little boy and bad little boys need to be punished for their behavior.” Kitten unfurled the whip that was wrapped around her arm and snapped it against the floor, making every slave in the room almost leap out of their skin. “Master Liam should punish his slave for ignoring people. It’s rude.” She looked over at Colton, her eyes glittering dangerously. “Not only is he a rude little liar, but he sells himself to the highest bidder. He’ll f**k anyone as long as you pay him enough. Isn’t that right, boy?”

She was waiting for him to answer but Colton wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. Liam tapped his shoulder to let him know he could.

“Yes, mistress,” he answered, his voice cracking from the fear that was coursing through him.

God damn it, these f*****g people kept cornering him. He felt trapped at every turn. He hadn’t received a message from Kitten or from Daddy yesterday and he knew it to be a fact because he had been checking ever since the Meet-and-Greet. He didn’t want them to think he was ignoring them again. Not after the ass pounding he’d received.

“You’re a little pervert who f***s for money. That would make you a w***e. Are you a w***e, slave?”

“Yes, mistress.” Colton felt his face blaze red as his legs started to shake. He could feel all the eyes in the room on him now and he wanted to get up and run away. He didn’t want to be the subject of Kitten’s humiliation anymore. He didn’t want what came with it. Yet... his c**k told a different story as it stood painfully at attention, waiting to be used and abused by her or anyone else who wanted to punish it.

“Daddy and I rented him for a night and used him repeatedly. He loved it. We paid him and now he ignores us. He ignores our generosity at every turn. He’s a nasty little boy who needs to be put in his place.” She snapped her whip in his direction again, catching the floor inches away from his knees.

Liam stood and spoke to the crowd. “Would everyone like to see this boy get his dues?”

Get my dues? For what? Colton didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. There hadn’t been a f*****g request from either one of them. Not even an email. He wanted to jump up and beat the s**t out of Kitten. He wanted to tell everyone she was a lying little cunt, but instead he knelt there in silence, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

As the crowd nodded Liam whistled, calling Colton over to where he stood in the center of the circle. Kitten took her place at Daddy’s side, kneeling there as she watched what she’d started with a grin of satisfaction on her face.

Colton knelt in front of Liam, waiting for whatever punishment he wanted to give him because Kitten had said to do it. Did these fuckers even realize that Kitten ran the show here? They called themselves Masters and Mistresses yet she was pulling their strings, forcing them to behave a certain way because she wanted to see it. Idiots, he grumbled silently to himself. They were all idiots who were being led around by their noses by this little girl who was evil. Pure evil.

Liam unbuttoned his pants and pulled his hard, throbbing c**k out. “What a nasty little boy you are,” he sneered as he pressed it to Colton’s mouth, smearing his pre-come all over Colton’s lips, making them shine as if they were coated with lip gloss.

Oh hell no, Colton thought. He was NOT sucking this man’s-

Liam pushed his c**k into Colton’s mouth and halfway down his throat, forcing him to take a good amount of his length without warning. “Take it like the w***e you are,” Liam said as he watched the way Colton was forced to swallow him. “You’re bought and paid for, just like Kitten said. So you’ll suck it and like it.” He reached out and took a fistful of Colton’s hair, keeping his head steady as he moved his hips and began to f**k Colton’s face.

When Liam’s c**k hit the back of this throat Colton gagged, his eyes immediately watering as he gasped for breath. He wanted to push away and vomit all over the place, but he stayed still with his hands on his thighs as he surrendered to whatever Liam wanted to do. He knew if he didn’t, it would get worse.

He knelt there for what seemed like hours, but he knew not much time had passed. A few people in the audience called him a w***e or spit on him while others sat there and quietly watched the exchange. Some were enjoying the show thoroughly, including Daddy and Kitten. Kitten sat there with a smug look on her face, knowing what she had started, while she stroked Daddy’s hard c**k.

Liam rammed his c**k deep into his throat, causing him to gag once again as he struggled to take it all. He had been completely unprepared for that, but he knew Liam didn’t care. Without warning Liam latched onto both sides of his face and came, almost drowning him in his come. It shot out of his nose like a gyser and spilled down his chin, running down his neck and onto his chest before he got control of it and swallowed.

He gagged on the bitterness as he shivered, tears running down his cheeks as he sucked in breath after breath, trying to catch the last thread of control he had. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, though he wasn’t sure if it was from an anxiety attack or if it was because he’d almost been drowned in come.

“Good boy,” Liam said as he wiped his c**k off on Colton’s face and stepped back. “Who’s next?” He looked around the room, noticing that most of the Masters already had their c***s out and ready.

“Leave the come there, whore.” Liam snapped at him as he tried to wipe a little of it from his chin onto his shoulder.

“Yes, master.” Colton’s mouth was still full of the come that he hadn’t been forced to swallow. He wanted to turn his head and spit it out. It was making his mouth water, and he knew he had to swallow or he’d be slobbering all over the place. He didn’t want to do either, but he knew he’d have to swallow sooner or later. Liam would force him to take more, and he’d be forced to choke on it, anyway.

As Master led him over to the guy closest to them, Colton swallowed and tried to keep from making a face at the taste of Liam’s come. Before he could get grossed out by the taste, Master forced him between the man’s legs and shoved his face down toward his c**k. “Suck,” he said, giving the simple instruction.

Colton sucked one c**k after the other, moving around the room in a haze of humiliation he had never known before. He was numb, sucking and f*****g with his face without much thought, just wanting it over with. He was a w***e. Liam was right about that. Kitten had been right about that too. He had been paid to f**k, and he was being used like a w***e who had already cashed the check.

There was only one c**k left to suck, and he knew exactly who it belonged to. Daddy. When they were together the first time Daddy hadn’t made him suck his c**k. Now, though, he was so turned on by being the room’s w***e that he eagerly wanted Daddy in his mouth. He wanted to show him he could be a good little boy and give him pleasure. For whatever reason, Daddy was the only Master in the room he cared about giving pleasure to. The rest, it was forced. Daddy, he wanted to please.

Colton crawled over to Daddy and knelt between his legs, then took his massive c**k in his hands, stroking downward until he held it by the base. As he leaned forward, he saw the pre-come leak from the tip, forcing him to lick his lips. He wanted to taste it, feel it at the back of his throat, and eat it as if it would save his life. The need to please Daddy was strong. It was as if Daddy were his owner and he was desperately trying to show him he could do a great job at pleasing him.

Soon Colton couldn’t control himself any longer. He leaned forward and took Daddy’s c**k into his mouth, using his hands to shove it in. He pushed it further down his throat until his mouth touched the base, taking his entire length in one swallow. Colton gagged over and over, his throat tightening around Daddy’s c**k, knowing that his actions were pleasing Daddy by the sounds he was making. He lost himself in what he was doing, and he focused in until there was only him and Daddy in the room. Nothing else mattered but Daddy’s c**k in his mouth and the need to bring him to release.

When Daddy finally exploded, Colton groaned when his own come shot from the head of his c**k and drench his thighs. He worked to swallow all of Daddy’s come, choking and gagging the entire time. Daddy held the back of his head, pumping anything that was left into his throat until his c**k pulled back and slipped from his mouth. Daddy was completely sated and that pleased Colton.

Colton licked his lips and swallowed every drop, yearning for more, whining for Daddy to allow him to please him again. But Daddy shook his head and made him clean up the mess he’d made, letting him know that playtime was over for them.

“Good boy,” Daddy said soothingly, looking down into Colton’s eyes. “You’re a good boy, Colton.” He smiled at him and winked, pointing back to his Master.

Colton felt as if he was already at the feet of his Master but he reluctantly pulled away and crawled back to Liam, kneeling there as he waited.

“Does everyone agree that this slave has paid his dues?” Liam looked around the room as everyone nodded. “I do, too.” Liam reached down and ran his fingers through Colton’s sticky hair, then headed back to his seat, smiling a little when Colton crawled with him and knelt at his side.

The rest of the night Colton followed Liam around the event, kneeling wherever he was told and doing whatever he was told to do. He had lost count of the amount of c***s he had sucked, but he didn’t care. Oddly enough he loved the taste of come on his lips and he loved wearing it all over his body. At the end of the night when he was given permission to shower, he almost refused because a part of him wanted to wear it home like a trophy he’d won for his good behavior. But the haze of the night was wearing off, and he was slowly coming back to reality. After his shower Liam allowed him to take the collar off and cover up with the coat he’d let him wear.

On the ride back to Liam’s condo, Colton was lost in thought. He was filled with mixed emotions and he wasn’t sure if he was pissed off or if he was happy about what they’d done to him. He was slightly annoyed because he felt that if Daddy and Kitten hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have found himself sucking every c**k in the room.

It was easy to blame them though. In his mind it was better to think they had forced it on him than to admit he actually loved every second of it. It was easier to say he had complied because he was afraid they’d go back and tell Barrick than to know he had complied because he had wanted to. He knew then he would do it all over again in a heartbeat if Daddy wanted it.

He couldn’t put his finger on what it was about Daddy that made him crave his touch and his discipline, but he did. His c**k stirred even now as he thought about him.

“You’re quiet.”

Liam’s soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked over, knowing that Master Liam had been swapped out for the man he’d met at the Meet-and-Greet. The differences between the two were striking, and he was sure that Liam was a completely different person when he was in the lifestyle.

“Sorry,” Colton said as he looked over and gave Liam a smile. “I was just thinking about how much I enjoyed myself tonight.” Colton tried to tell himself he was lying to Liam, but something inside of him told him the words were true.

“Thank you for being a hit at the party. Everyone loved you. A lot of them asked for your Casual ID so they could request your services. I hope you don’t mind that I gave it to them.”

Colton wanted to laugh out loud at the irony of it all. He just couldn’t get away from this lifestyle or the people in it. “Nah, it’s okay,” he said as he turned and looked out the window. “At least I’ll be busy, right?”