The Compound by Claire Thompson Page A

place was empty. “Sam, I know it’s free time now, but can you stay with us for a while longer?” Master John said.
    “Of course, Sir. It would be my privilege,” Sam replied.
    Master John helped Alexis from the punishment platform. Her legs had stiffened from so much time in the same kneeling position, and her right thigh cramped painfully as she stood.
    “You’ll get used to staying in positions for longer and longer periods of time,” Master John said, noting her discomfort. “We have daily stretch and toning classes, along with the positions work. For now, just do a bit of stretching on your own. Then we’re going to engage in an exercise with Sam’s help.”
    After Alexis stretched her leg muscles and shook out the kinks, Master John led her to one of the many yoga pads that were scattered at intervals throughout the dungeon space, Sam following behind.
    Pointing, Master John said to Alexis, “Kneel upright, knees forward, shoulders back, hands clasped behind your back.”
    She did as she was told, wondering what he had planned. He had Sam stand in front of her. “Remove your thong, Sam.”
    Without a trace of self consciousness, Sam stepped out of the spandex thong and kicked it aside. His cock, even semi-erect, was perhaps the largest Alexis had ever seen, hanging several inches past his plum-shaped balls. He, too, was waxed smooth as a baby.
    “An important trait in a trained sub is the ability to be fully in the moment,” Master John said as he retrieved a nearby stool and placed it beside Alexis and Sam. He sat down on it. “Anticipation, while useful perhaps if you’re trying to intuit another’s needs, has no place in a service sub’s repertoire. Your sole goal is to obey what is asked of you.”
    Alexis nodded, though in fact she was already anticipating what this exercise, as he’d called it, would be. He wanted to see how accomplished a cocksucker she was. She assessed Sam’s already rising cock and swallowed, hoping she was up to the task.
    “Keep your hands behind your back. Make Sam hard with your mouth.”
    Alexis leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the fat head of Sam’s sizable cock. She sucked as much of the long, thick shaft into her mouth as she could. As it lengthened and hardened, she stroked the underside with her tongue and glided her lips farther down the shaft, attempting to take the whole of it into her mouth and down her throat, no easy feat.
    A sudden, sharp tug of Alexis’s hair jerked her back, and Sam’s cock fell from her lips.
    “You need to listen ,” Master John hissed, his voice tight.
    “But—” Alexis began defensively, before clamping her mouth closed. She hadn't been asked a direct question. But what had she done wrong? Why was he angry?
    As if reading her mind, Master John said, not to her, but to Sam, “What did she do wrong, Sam?”
    “She did more than you directed. You said to make me hard. She was already working to suck me off.”
    “That’s correct. In a word—she anticipated .” He let go of Alexis’s hair. “We’ll try again. Alexis, place your mouth over the head of Sam’s cock. You may stroke just the head with your tongue.”
    Embarrassed, Alexis leaned forward again, this time determined to follow his command to the letter. She caught Sam’s cock with her lips and wrapped them again around the head. She swiveled her tongue over the smooth skin and along the slit at its center. She wanted to take him more fully into her mouth. She wanted to reach for those plum balls with one hand and wrap her other around the base. She wanted to show them both how accomplished she was at cocksucking.
    She resisted, continuing only to move her lips and tongue over and around the head of Sam’s cock for what seemed like a very long time. Finally, Master John said, “Take the full length of him into your throat.”
    Ah, at last. Eagerly she leaned forward, doing her best to accommodate the incredibly well-endowed man. She willed her throat