Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 42

Hello everyone! When I started Innocence & Carnality, I had no idea no great a response I’d get. I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support. It began as a prompt response on Gay Authors.org, but I wasn’t ready to complete it so it’s sat on my to be written pile for some time. When I joined the Wednesday Briefers, I found a way to write it with my hectic schedule. Strangely enough, the 1k format has slowed my progress as I craft each installment to fit inside the size restraints. But it’s been so worth it! The story has been so well received! I can’t thank all the readers enough!

Now, 43+ chapters in, I made a decision I wasn’t originally planning on when I started. I feel like I have some special here so I want to be able to submit I&C for publication once the first draft is complete and revised into a proper novel format.

But to do this, I need to do two things:

One – I need to take off the restraint of the 1k format in spite of how fun it is. Otherwise, it could be another year before we’re finished. (Yes, there’s still a lot to go, so think of this as Part One and Part Two will be a published version including a totally revamped Part One.)

Two – In order to make the future sale viable without having to wait a ridiculously long time to get it out of the public eye, I’ll need to pull the story from my blog soon once I get us to a proper stopping point. We’re not there yet. I’ll keep you up to date.

For some people this will really suck. I get this and you have no idea how complicated a decision this has been, but it’s the only way I can push forward and make I&C the success I believe it can be. There will be future stories with the Wednesday Briefers and some version of I&C will still be found on Gay Authors.org along with most of my written work. Be sure to check it out.

Now… onto the next installment.

What’s in this room, Rother?

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Part 43

“This is depraved,” I said.

Unlike the sensual mood lighting in the others, this last room gave off a disquieting pallor. Various pieces of furniture—many I couldn’t discern the use for—decorated the space in dark leather upholstery, many with manacles attached to the iron framework. A circle of wrought iron chains hung in the center like some macabre chandelier. Blood red walls finished the sinister impression.

An older man kneeled on the floor near one odd bench, his wrist fastened to the cuffs dangling off either end. Wearing only a leather hood buckled closed around his neck, his position allowed him no movement as Samantha struck him across his bare back with her riding crop.

Rother turned a knob I’d missed and tinny sounds came alive allowing me to hear everything inside.

“This room is more soundproofed than the rest,” he said.

I winced as I saw and heard the next strike across his buttocks as well as his cry he tried to hold in. Dressed neck to heel in an ominous form-fitting suit of leather and straps, Samantha surveyed the red lines blossoming on his skin, matching others already there. Her bright hair tied back gave her sensuous features a severity bordering on dangerous. Another crack and scream made me jump. The man’s cries were partially smothered by the mask covering his mouth.

Even Samantha’s voice took on a more domineering edge, engaging my inner instinct to comply. “Don’t move, I said.”

“She’s brutalizing him,” I whispered.

“No, she’s punishing him.”

“Why in the world would she do such a thing?”

Rother huffed in annoyance. “It’s hardly against his will.”

“He asked for this?”

“Of course he did.”

I shook my head in disbelief, yet couldn’t tear my stare away. “I can’t believe that.”

“You need proof? His cock is hard.”

I didn’t want to believe it, but Rother was correct. Given the man’s pose and the poor view, I might have missed it, but there it swayed stiff between his thighs. How could this be possible? There was little else about the man I found remarkable. His physique and coloring were quite ordinary in spite of the awkward situation. Unease ate at my stomach seeing his pale skin shimmer with perspiration and his chest heaving with exertion.

Samantha paused, her sharp heels accenting her footsteps to the armoire. Opening the doors displayed a series of fearsome objects I could only guess about, yet most appeared no kinder than the last. These were far beyond the objects Rother kept on the night stand. The methodical method is which she studied her choices unnerved me. What could she be thinking? I gasped as she finished. The large phallus she chose matched the black leather covering her hands and was far too big to exist on a normal human male. Unstoppering a bottle, she drizzled oil over the toy, not stopping until its entire length and girth glistened.

“You’ve worn this long enough,” she said.

Reaching for the small handle protruding between his cheeks, he grunted as she pulled out a more normal sized phallus from his rear. She tossed it to one side and placed her free hand to his lower back.

“Don’t come or I’ll be very cross with you.”

Samantha pressed the larger phallus’ tip to his anus and pushed it inside. Suffocated howls filled the room as she violated his backside. His erection twitched and pulsed, leaking a thread of fluid to join the growing pool on the floor.

“He’s enjoying this?”

“For some, the lines of pleasure and pain are a knot that can’t be untied.”

“How can you know for sure?”

Rother’s lack of response finally pulled me from the grotesquerie being preformed behind the glass. I prayed it wasn’t occurring for my benefit. His brow arched and the malevolent timbre chilled me.

“Let’s ask him, shall we?”

“What? Rother, you can’t be serious!”

My protest died in my lips as Rother grabbed the doorknob and burst into the room, dragging me behind. The masked man gave a muffled howl at the intrusion and Samantha looked less than pleased. Her furious eyes flashed briefly to me then she turned her displeasure on Rother.

“This is highly inappropriate.” While not directed my way, her tone made me cringe.

The masked man tugged at his restraints which failed to give him escape. Everything about his body screamed panic. He didn’t stop thrashing until Rother clasped a hand on the top of his masked head.

“Calm down already,” Rother said.

“What are you doing, Rother?” Samantha asked.

“Educating my husband. My dear Nathan wanted to understand what kind of man enjoys this kind of play. I saw no reason to deny him the lesson.”

Samantha’s eyes narrowed in challenge. “No, Rother.”

“You’re the one who said I needed to show him more. Are you backing off from that assessment?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Don’t do this.”

“You’ve abused this man in the most degrading and creative ways for how many years and now you’re finding your moral center?”

The man whimpered behind the leather as Rother reached for the mask’s first fastener. His tremors increased with the quickness of his breaths, along with my sympathy. A deafening drum beat crashed through the room, which turned out only to be my heartbeat. Nothing about this moment should have been mine to witness, but fear held my feet in place. Fear of the bizarre scene and fear of how Rother might react if I ran, given his earnest need to show me all things Delaga House.

Samantha grabbed Rother by the wrist. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“It most certainly does.” Rother jerked his hand free and made quick work of the mask’s buckles. The stranger howled as the hood was torn away, leaving him still shackled, naked and sweating at Samantha’s feet. “Good to see you again, Arthur.”

My words fled me at the sight of my father.

Check back next Wednesday for the next installation… Be sure to take a read at the other briefers free reads this week here: Wednesday Briefs