Enslaved

Chapter Five

Author's Notes:

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This is a story. It is fantasy. It is not real.

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Chapter 5

Lee-Sixx Playroom

Richie POV

So, come up to the lab

And see what's on the slab

I see you shiver with an-tici-pation

But maybe the rain

Is really to blame

So I'll remove the cause

But not the symptom

"Tonight's playthings are prepared well, Thomas?" Master Nikki asked after surveying the room from the threshold.

Richie couldn't help himself from shaking with silent amusement over one errant suggestion that spun around in his head, even though he was trying hard to concentrate on his breathing.

Frank N' Sixxer

He felt the point of Tommy's heel dig painfully into the small of his back, sustained, controlled; a warning for his misbehaviour.

"Yes, Master," Tommy replied, shifting his feet finally, giving Richie a shove with a foot on his ass before he rose to greet his Master. "Bathed, evacuated, calmed as requested," Tommy stated. "This agóri , however, doesn't seem to understand the rules."

Fuck! Richie thought as Master Nikki's eyes met his with a lazy quirk of his eyebrow.

"Really?!" the older man asked, rhetorically, lazily before turning his attention to his underling. "You know what to do, Thomas."

"Yes, Master," Tommy returned, and in Richie's altered state of mind, almost clicking his heels and bowing to Nikki.

"Agóri, come," Tommy barked, walking towards the platform in front of them and pointing to the mat similar to the one that he was already kneeling on.