When Bryson threw the red lace underwear in front of Kaydon and Seth, he was no longer nervous. He was an instrument of Adria. If these people wanted a show, he would give them a show they would never forget.
Kaydon raised an eyebrow, and Seth turned a glorious shade of pink.
“Put them on,” Bryson said. His tone left no room for arguments.
A rush of adrenaline hit him when the two put on the female panties Adria had provided. No questions, no hesitation.
The pair stood awkwardly in front of him, and Bryson moved to each of them, giving their new underwear a firm tug.
The fabric pulled between their legs and into their ass cracks; as Bryson forced the fabric to ride unnaturally high.
He then pulled out the supplied lipstick.
Taking his time, he painted the deep red on Seth’s lips, only to move and sloppily place it on Kaydon as well.
The red smeared across Kaydon’s face. And Bryson grabbed his chin forcefully. “We’ll have to find something useful for you to do with that whore mouth of yours.”
Kaydon’s pupils dilated, but his eyes narrowed. He would need more of a push if he was going to be pliable.
“Kneel,” he said to Kaydon.
Kaydon stayed where he was, staring at Bryson.
The two watched each other wordlessly.
Bryson gave him a lopsided smirk.
I got you.
When Kaydon knelt, Bryson didn’t feel like he had won. He felt honored that Kaydon had trusted him enough to let go.
Bryson moved in and kissed the side of Kaydon’s neck, whispering into his ear, “You can do this. Just remember, right before it goes black is the hardest.”
When he saw Kaydon’s confused expression, he almost laughed.
Moving behind him, Bryson snaked his arm across Kaydon’s neck. Bending at the elbow he hooked his arm in.
Kaydon was in a chokehold before he knew what was happening.
Bryson pulled his kneeling body backwards, keeping him off balance.
The blood choke didn’t require a restriction of air. It only required pressure on the carotid arteries. Kaydon’s body was frozen with surprise for the first ten seconds. But after that his limbs went into struggle mode, his body fighting.
Bryson whispered words of encouragement into his ear. Kaydon shook under his grasp, but he held onto enough control that he didn’t punch or strike out at Bryson.
When his body fell heavily into his arms, Bryson let go, laying Kaydon’s limp body on the floor.
Seth’s pretty fucking mouth was hanging open. His red flush matching his—lipstick-filled—lips.
“He better wake up happy,” Bryson said to Seth.
Seth got the hint and moved quickly. He peeled the red lace to the side and took Kaydon into his mouth.
When Kaydon started to come back to consciousness, Bryson sat on his chest, making sure his face was the first he saw.
“Such a good fucking whore, look how well you are doing,” he said to Kaydon.
Kaydon was barely conscious when Bryson grabbed him again.
