The Key To The Club

"How did you learn about the auction?" Mason asked. His hand never let go of the man's manhood. 

The man was Orion Screw. Mason just about his name but they were not really acquainted. Someone just mentioned his name in passing. Mason was good with names which is why he could still remember them. 

Orion's face was scrunched up. Beads of sweat rolled down from his face and neck unstopping and continuing to drench his shirt that he has been wearing ever since the day he was taken to the underground facility which was over a week ago. His skin was turning red from the pain coming from between his legs. He took a large gulp of air but it was not enough to fill his lung that was in desperate need of fresh air. 

"I…T-the c-club," Orion Screw was having a hard time speaking without screaming his words because of the pain Mason was inflicting on him. 

"You mean the elite slavers," Mason confirmed even though he already knew the answer to that.