Without a Net by Lyn Gala

was too damn smug. However, when his fingers teased their way up Ollie’s cock, it still hardened. It had been a long time since someone touched him intimately, and Allemande knew how to bring pleasure as well as pain.
    Ollie was grateful that Allemande was using a washcloth, because Ollie did not want him to find that thigh patch.
    Allemande finished washing Ollie’s body and turned to gently cleaning his face.
    “You are quite beautiful. You look younger than your age. I would put you at your late twenties.” Allemande ran fingers over Ollie’s cheeks. “Well formed and symmetrical, and those eyes. I would suspect some sort of contact, only I can see that they are your natural shade. Fair skin, blue eyes… I bet people will assume you dye your hair.” Allemande cupped Ollie’s cock and began to massage gently. Ollie groaned and arched his back.
    “I bet you’re a service sub and you want to prove yourself somehow. If a Dom makes you suffer, then you get to prove what you’re willing to do for your partner. But you can’t bring yourself to ask someone to challenge you, which is why you came here and which is why you were drawn to my Buck. He does like to challenge the boys around here. He always has at least one Worm at his feet, and I suspect you’ll be there quickly enough.” Allemande turned toward Buck. “Won’t he?”
    Buck’s eyes were open now. “Yes, Master. I can’t wait until he screws up and I can lock him into the costume.”
    Allemande took the cloth he’d used on Ollie and walked over. “That sounds like you’re forgetting your place again. Open.”
    Buck opened his mouth, and Allemande shoved the whole cloth in there. “That should keep you quiet. Now think about how humiliating it will be to walk around in a server’s uniform. And you’ll be gagged, so your best weapon will be disarmed. You’ll be helpless around all those men who hate you because they can’t top you. Every Dom in the state will want to show up and take their pound of flesh. They’ll pinch you and spank you, and if you don’t move quickly enough, they’ll chain you to a wall and torment you, and you won’t be able to say a thing.”
    Buck moaned, and his eyes fell closed again.
    “And I’m not going to send you any subs to run your glasses, so you’ll need to make that run from the bar to the kitchen and back. You’ll have to walk through all those wolves hunting your blood.”
    Buck shivered.
    Allemande chuckled, and then he turned his attention back to Ollie. “If you want to stay the night, you stay in full bondage, and that costs a hundred dollars. You’ll be turned loose tomorrow at noon, get your four hundred, and be required to get back by six o’clock. Do you want to stay the night?”
    Ollie shook his head.
    “Okay, then let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll turn you loose. Tomorrow you have the six-o’clock shift. Betty Boop will show you the computers. If it gets too much, retreat to the kitchen, but understand that if I constantly find you in the kitchen, I’ll fire you. You don’t come looking to me for protection, because you’re a toy that’s here for the customers to play with, understand?”
    Ollie nodded. He would agree to anything as long as he could walk out.
    Allemande undid the head harness and pulled the bit out of Ollie’s mouth. Never before in his life had Ollie been so happy to be able to close his mouth. He worked his jaw several times, and Allemande watched him. He didn’t make any move to unlock Ollie.
    “Questions?” he asked.
    Ollie glanced over toward Buck, but his eyes were closed and his mouth stuffed so full he resembled a comic-book chipmunk.
    “No, sir,” Ollie said as respectfully as he could.
    “So, Former Sergeant, Former Corporal Olan Roberts, if you show up tomorrow, you might have a chance to fix the mess you’ve made of your life.”
    Ollie swallowed. He’d have a chance to let others bend and mold him until he lost himself—that was what