Out of the Ashes (The Game 5)

“This isn’t a spa retreat, kids!” I yelled up the slope. “Step on it!”

“You’re annoying, Sir!” Noa hollered back.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into. But did he ever?

“How many texts did KC send you about going all out on Noa?” Reese asked.

“I don’t know, three or four.”

“Okay, so we’re all on the same page. He wants us to torture the boy.”

KC had specifically asked Colt to make sure the kid had bawled his eyes out by the time Noa arrived at the last station.

I drew in a deep breath and finally felt myself waking up.

Kit’s feet hit the sand first, and he was quickly followed by Corey, then Noa and Darnell.

“Take off your shirts and shoes and pay attention,” I barked out. “Crawl under the barbed wire, try not to complain like little bitches, get out on the other side, and run out into the water and collect a glowstick on the bottom. You’re not getting out of here until all four of you have completed this simple task. Go!”

The boys kicked off their shoes, and Corey muttered, “He doesn’t seem to know you attract more flies with honey than with vinegar.”

“Shit works even better,” I replied, not missing a beat.

Kit and Noa dove under the grid and started squirming their way forward on their stomachs. Reese and I didn’t waste a second. Reese stepped into the grid and put on the vampire glove.

“That’s all you got, Kit? You’re slowing everyone down!” he yelled. Then he began tugging on Kit’s jeans, exposing his cute ass. “Come on!”

“Ouch, motherfu—gaaaah!” Kit cried out as Reese grabbed a fistful of ass and squeezed. The tiny spikes in the glove did what they were supposed to.

I didn’t give Noa a warning. I walked along the outside of the grid, right next to where he was crawling, and I wielded the whip with practiced ease and struck his back.

He gasped before he let out a short, shrill scream.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” I shouted at him. “Go faster! This isn’t nap time!”

Oh, Noa was pissed. Elation surged through me, and screw wine and cheese.

I turned to Corey next. “Buzz, little fly. I’ve got a swatter for you right here.” I held up my paddle.

Since he’d just begun the crawl, I went back to Noa, dropped the whip, and fisted his hair through one of the holes in the grid. “Do you have something you wanna say to me?”

“You have no idea,” he snarled. I yanked his hair harder. “Fuck!”

I pulled down his jeans and whacked him three, four, five times in quick succession with the paddle. That earned me a long string of curses and shouts, so I rewarded him with a handful of beach sand that I shoved down his briefs.

“Nooo! You’re the worst!” he screamed.

“This is just the beginning.” I let go of his hair, allowing him to try to crawl forward, while I forced my fingers between his ass cheeks. “Dirty fucking boy, you’ve got sand everywhere.”

“I wonder why! Asswipe cunt motherfucker!”

“You kiss your Daddy with that mouth? I think we need to wash it. When was the last time you got waterboarded?”

Another shot rang out in the distance, letting us know the second group was off.

Reese growled to Kit. “You’re making me fall asleep here! Go faster! How hard is that to understand?”

I let Noa go and jogged over to Corey. It was his turn.

“You’re not a very bright little fly, are you?” I tugged down his cargo pants and hit him repeatedly with the paddle. “The faster you crawl, the sooner you get free.”

“Oww! Ow! Owww!”

Reese let out a sharp whistle, and when I looked up, he tossed me the vampire glove. I caught it, didn’t bother to put it on, and just dropped it on Corey’s ass and squeezed his flesh.

“Oh my God,” Corey choked in pain. “Fuck you, Sir! Oww!”

It was Darnell’s turn to cry out when Reese smattered his body with the strands of the rubber flogger. I’d demonstrated both fire flogging and knife play on Darnell before, with his Master; the boy loved extreme pain and scarred so goddamn beautifully.

Just as the second group reached the beach, Noa and Kit sprinted into the water. Reese and I exchanged a nod. He went to the water’s edge, and I handled the newcomers.

I spotted my boy, causing my heart to constrict. He was so fucking stunning, disheveled, ready to fight, eyes brimming with determination.

“Take off your shirts and shoes and pay attention!” I repeated my speech. “Crawl under the barbed wire, don’t waste my fucking time, get out on the other side, and run out into the water and collect a glowstick on the bottom. You’re not getting out of here until all four of you have completed this simple task. Go!”

Tate and Shay went first, leaving Ella and Aiko to go second.