3 ~ Council Display

Morning light pierced through the narrow windows of the chamber, casting long shadows across the stone floor. I stirred in the cage, my body a map of aches—the cuffs’ marks on my wrists red and raw, nipples throbbing from the clamps he had used last night, and the larger plug stretching my rim with a dull, insistent burn. 

Slick had dried sticky on my thighs, and my cock hung soft but sensitive, denied any relief. 

Sleep had been okay, haunted by flashes of his hands on me, his voice in my ear. 

I was Elias, just Elias, not some toy for an Alpha’s games. But here...