With that Steve had won. He’d beaten Master Joe at his own game of Dom and sub. The Dom hadn’t been able to break him. He hadn’t been able to exert control over every aspect of him mentally and physically, and now the Dom didn’t want anything to do with him anymore because of the humiliation and emasculation.
*****
The rest of the day was a blur for Steve. He barely registered eating dinner or the bedtime spanking session, he was still riding the waves of pleasure from the session. It was like he was high on some wonderful drug.
Steve only came back to awareness when he was lying in bed after the applicants had been brought to their cages at night. Kev was quietly sobbing in his bed. The day had been tough for him. His ass was red and raw from the brutal fucking he had received from Master Bryce. It had been the first time he had bottomed, and first time he had even had anything up his ass so Steve wasn’t surprised to see Kev so upset.
But Kev had gotten through it. He had almost yelled to quit like 5 and 22 had, but he had bit his cheek and struggled through. Now they were down to only 16 applicants.
Steve crawled over to Kev, pushing their beds together again.
“What are you doing?” Kev sobbed.
“Comforting you like you did for me last night,” Steve’s voice sounded like Thiago; calm and spacey. He had to concentrate on not laughing at the comparison. Maybe he really was high, he thought.
“But we’ll get extra beatings again.”
“I don’t care. I’ll take them all for you,” Steve cuddled in behind Kev, wrapping his arms around the other man and pressing himself up against him for warmth. If he hadn’t been still high from the pleasure of earlier, Steve didn’t know if he would have done this for Kev. But he really didn’t care about the consequences. He just wanted to be there for his friend.
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