by Zara Chase
“He has an IQ of one sixty,” Pascal explained.
“Blimey, that’s genius level, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Pascal replied, smiling. “His brain retains the weirdest information, but he doesn’t have a lick of common sense.”
Kai shot him the finger. “Who wants to be common?”
“When I came back to Impulse,” Pascal said. “Kai and I clicked as a partnership from the get-go, feeding off one another’s strengths, in business and in pleasure.”
“How in pleasure?” she asked breathlessly.
“Shall we show her, master?” Kai asked.
Nicole frowned. “Master?”
“By all means,” Pascal replied to Kai’s question.
Kai felt the familiar shift come over him when Pascal shot him a stern look. He stood up, walked across to Pascal’s chair, and fell to his knees in front of him.
“What do you need from me, master?” he asked, aware of Nicole’s astounded gasp as he spoke the words.
“Strip,” Pascal said curtly.
Kai stood up again and shed the few clothes he was wearing in seconds. He could feel Nicole’s gaze focused on his naked body. He didn’t look anywhere except at the ground in front of him and could only hope she approved of what she saw. He’d never been in better shape, and had no reason to feel ashamed of the size of his cock, but women had strange preconceptions about such matters. Their ideals didn’t always jibe with what men thought looked…well, masculine.
“What are you doing?” she asked Pascal in a panicked tone.
“Kai’s submitting to me,” Pascal replied calmly. “When we play sex games, he’s my slave.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“But it’s demeaning.”
“Does Kai look demeaned to you?”
“Well, no, I suppose not.”
“Then how does he look, darlin’?”
“Um, excited, I guess. His eyes are full of passion and anticipation and…well, it’s pretty hard not to notice how excited he actually is.”
Pascal chuckled. “Yeah, his huge cock’s rock hard because he knows I’m gonna make him do something really humiliating.”
“I don’t understand what he gets out of that.”
“Kai is surrendering himself to my domination in voluntary servitude. I don’t expect he’ll do whatever task I set for him properly, and then I’ll have to punish him by inflicting pain.”
“You can’t! It’s inhuman.”
“And Kai loves every minute of it. He trusts me absolutely, you see. He knows I won’t do anything that he won’t enjoy.”
“Even if it involves pain?”
“Especially then.”
“What does he get out of it?”
“Ask him.”
Nicole stood in front of Kai, frowning. “Why do you let him hurt you?” she asked gently. “You don’t have to put up with that sort of abuse just because he’s your friend. Friends don’t inflict pain on one another.”
“My pleasure is his pleasure.”
She swung on her heel and faced Pascal. “You enjoy hurting him. I didn’t have you pegged as a sadist.”
“Sure, I get off on spanking him, and other stuff.” Pascal’s voice softened. “Do you want to watch, sweetheart? If it appalls you we’ll stop this right now.”
“Well, I seem to be the only one who’s not happy about it.” Her voice was thick and husky. Their mate was interested and aroused, she just wasn’t ready to admit it yet. “Feel free to carry on. It’s about time I learned what all the fuss is about, anyway.”
“You sure?” Pascal asked.
“Absolutely.” She resumed her seat. “I expect I’ll have a ton of questions.”
“No problem,” Pascal replied, standing up. “Stay where you are, Kai, I’ll just be a minute.”
Pascal ran to their room and returned with restraints. He fastened Kai’s hands in front of him and ordered him onto his knees again.
“That baseboard’s filthy,” he said, placing a toothbrush in his shackled hands. “Clean it up.”
Kai felt the rush as he bent low, bare ass on display for his audience of two. He scrubbed at the spotless baseboard, gratefully ceding all responsibility for his actions to Pascal. His cock stretched to new dimensions, thick and angry, merely at the thought of Nicole watching the show. Pascal would assuage any concerns she might feel about what they were about to do.
“It’s incredible,” she said in an awed voice. “He seems to love what he’s doing.”
“Perhaps, but he’s not doing it nearly well enough,” Pascal replied, lashing a whip hard across his back.
“You’ll hurt him!” Nicole cried, jumping to her feet.
“He enjoys being hurt, darlin’. That’s the whole point. Pain and pleasure are a bit like yin and yang. You don’t feel complete without them both.”
“I’ll have to take your word for that.”
“Kai trusts me absolutely, you see. It might look as though I’m the one in control, but really the reverse is true. If it gets too much for him, or if he wants to stop, he knows that will happen the moment he says the word. So he’s free to enjoy himself, aware that he’s safe and loved, while I bear all the responsibility for satisfying his desires.”
“Poor you,” she said sarcastically.
Kai heard Pascal chuckle as he continued to scrub at the baseboard, in full submissive mode, willing Pascal to strike him again. Knowing better than to suggest it.
“Kai accepts me as his master when we play sex games,” Pascal explained. “It releases him from the responsibility of being a genius. In our make-believe setup he doesn’t do or say anything unless I tell him to, which is just the way he wants it.”
“I can see that.” She paused. “But a powerful man like Kai. Who would have thought he’d feel that needy?”
“It’s his way of handling his own emotional barriers and preconceived ideas of how he’s supposed to behave. Now that he’s managed to do that, he can be true to himself and isn’t afraid to act out his fantasies. Kai exists to be dominated by me.”
“It’s incredible.”
“Does it excite you, though, darlin’? Is your pussy damp?”
“Yes,” she said after a prolonged pause. “It is.”
“Yes, what, Nicole? You’re part of this game now, too. You need to show some respect.”
“Yes, master,” she said meekly.
Kai wanted to punch the air. She really was a natural at all this. She’d never been fucked but hadn’t run a mile when he and Pascal started their game, and now seemed totally absorbed by it. He continued to scrub at the baseboard because Pascal hadn’t yet told him to stop. The lash came down across his back again, biting into his skin but not breaking it. Kai tensed, waiting for the stinging pain to transmute to pleasure. His cock twitched, expanded even more, and Kai was in heaven. This was like nothing they’d ever done before, simply because Nicole was watching.
“You missed a bit,” Pascal said curtly. “Go back and do a better job.”
Kai obediently crawled back to the spot where he’d started and scrubbed harder.
“You’ve marked his back with that whip,” Nicole said accusingly.
“Yes, but I haven’t broken the skin, notice. There’s a fine line between pain and injury and another of my responsibilities is to ensure I never cross it.”
“You expect me to feel sorry for you?”
Pascal merely chuckled again. “You have no idea how many balls I have to juggle at once…pun intended.”
“I’m sure it was.”
“You thirsty, slave?” he asked.
“Yes, master.”
Pascal placed a dog bowl full of water beside him. “Drink.”
Kai crawled awkwardly toward it and lapped from the bowl. Nicole made a choking sound—whether approvingly or because she was disgusted Kai couldn’t say, since he hadn’t been given leave to look at her. He heard a rus
tle of clothing and presumed that Pascal had stripped.
“Touch it,” he said in an authoritative tone. “You’re obviously fascinated by it since you haven’t stopped staring.”
“Well, there’s a lot to stare at.”
“Sure, and it’s friendly enough. Go on, I know you want to play.”
Kai knew Pascal wasn’t addressing him. He yearned to sneak a peep and see if Nicole would obey him and actually handle his cock. He was too well trained to give in to that desire and, having taken enough water, returned to scrubbing the baseboard.
“That’s it, darlin’, close your sweet fingers round it and pump it firmly.” Pascal exhaled sharply. “That feels so damned good. Stand up, Kai, and look this way.”
Kai scrambled to his feet and took in the scene. Pascal’s throbbing cock was gripped firmly between Nicole’s fingers. There was a faraway look on her face as she worked it through her hand. She watched Pascal’s face as she did so, emulating Kai by waiting for him to give his next instruction.
“That’s enough.” Nicole immediately stopped. “Stand up, darlin’, and let Kai take your dress off.”
Kai held his breath, waiting for objections that weren’t forthcoming. Instead Nicole walked toward Kai and stood obediently in front of him. Kai was clumsy with his shackled hands but still managed to pull Nicole’s caftan over her head. She was wearing pale blue, sexy underwear, her full breasts encased in a pretty lace prison that gave both men a decent view of large, dark areolas and rock-solid nipples. Kai was so entranced by the sight that he almost came out of submissive mode. Pascal hissed at him and Kai dropped his gaze to the floor. Nicole herself seemed to have fallen beneath the control of Pascal’s quiet authority as well and didn’t move a muscle. Significantly, she didn’t seem especially embarrassed, either.
“Do you want to see just how much pain Kai can take, darlin’, or should we move on?” Pascal asked. “It’s your call.”
* * * *
Did she? Nicole’s head was fussy, rational thought near impossible. She was both horrified and compelled by what she’d witnessed so far, finding it hard to accept that seeing Kai take his punishments had actually aroused her. It was like nothing she’d ever imagined, and she absolutely wanted to see what happened next. She glanced down and was mildly surprised to discover she wore nothing more than her underwear. Both men were looking at her fixedly, clearly approving of what they saw. For once, having men admire her didn’t set alarm bells ringing. Instead it made her feel feminine and in control of herself.
“Go right ahead, don’t mind me,” she said, striving for a casual tone.
“Ah, but we do mind you, sweetheart,” Pascal said. “We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Too late for that. “I’ll just sit back down and watch.”
Pascal chuckled. “You do that, darlin’, and if there’s anything you don’t understand, let me know.”
“I’ll be sure to do that,” she said, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue because they suddenly felt exceedingly dry.
Pascal placed a wooden chair with arms in the center of the room and ordered Kai to sit in it. Once he was in position, Pascal released his hands and re-shackled them to the arms of the chair. His ankles he affixed to its legs with leather restraints. Then he produced a package of clothespins.
“What are you going to do with those?” Nicole asked.
“Attach them to vital parts of Kai’s body.”
Again she licked her lips, curious now rather than appalled. “Of course you are.”
“Our record is twenty.”
“Twenty!”
“Yeah, but because you’re here, I reckon Kai might be able to take more than that.”
“Doesn’t he have any say in the matter?”
“Only if he wants me to stop, which I doubt will happen.”
Nicole wanted to pinch herself as hard as the pins were about to pinch Kai. Was she really sitting in a room in broad daylight wearing nothing but her underwear with two naked, very aroused, hunks? She ought to feel afraid. Instead she felt perfectly safe, somehow sensing that nothing would happen to her unless she wanted it to.
Did she want it to? That was the million-dollar question.
Pascal approached the shackled Kai, pin in hand. Pascal was clearly a control freak who didn’t do gentle. That was why Nicole was astonished when, instead of going right on in and attaching pins to Kai’s most sensitive places, he dropped his head and claimed Kai’s lips in a deeply intimate kiss. Oddly, Nicole felt like more an intruder now than she had when Kai was on his hands and knees, buck naked, scrubbing the baseboard with a toothbrush. The intimacy, the close personal bond between these two men was plain to see. Nicole felt greatly moved, wondering what she was supposed to do while they ate one another’s faces and Pascal’s hands explored the contours of Kai’s impressive torso.
Before she could decide whether or not to quietly leave them to it, Pascal broke the embrace. He moved his hands to Kai’s head, gently caressing his eyelids, his brows, and temples and then moving to the area around his ears.
“What are you doing?” she asked, fascinated.
“Stimulating Kai’s erogenous zones,” he replied, digging his fingers into Kai’s scalp and massaging. “Did you know that it’s possible to stimulate a person to orgasm just by touching those places in the right way?”
“No, I didn’t know that. How could I?”
“Ah yes, I was forgetting you still have so much to learn.”
Nicole laughed, actually laughed, aloud and felt herself relax. “I seem to be making up lost ground pretty fast.”
“Hmm.”
Pascal concentrated all his attention on Kai, moving to his earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. Unless Nicole imagined it, Pascal’s sucking changed to biting, causing Kai to sigh with obvious pleasure. Pascal quit what he was doing, replacing his lips and teeth with a clothespin. Nicole gasped. Kai remained passively tied to the chair, showing no reaction. Pascal repeated the process with the opposite ear and Kai was left looking as though he was wearing earrings made of clothespins.
Pascal’s capable hands moved to Kai’s neck and shoulders, travelled across his chest, and came to rest on one of his nipples. His tongue lathed it, his teeth probably doing some damage as well. Nicole couldn’t see well enough to be able to tell. She wasn’t surprised when another clothespin was attached to first one nipple and then the other.
“It’s called titty-torture,” Pascal told her. “Women don’t get to have all the fun. Men’s tits are super-sensitive, too.”
“Kai seems to enjoy it. He doesn’t look to be in pain.”
“Did you notice how he reacted when he saw the pin approaching his nipple?”
“Actually I did. I thought he’d tense up, but instead he seemed to control his breathing, a bit like I do when I swim.”
“Exactly right.” Pascal seemed pleased by her response. “These things don’t hurt as much as you think they will. Well, not in the locations I’ve chosen so far, but I’m not done yet. The thing with pain is that it releases the endorphins that give you those sporting highs. Right now Kai’s passions are heightened, he’s breathing deeply, and he’s entered the zone. He’s drifting in space with the world floating all around him, lit by millions of distant light sources. I’ve trained him well and he trusts me enough to relax through the pain and wait for it to deliver its own rewards.”
“It’s funny, but I think I get what you mean.”
Pascal ran his fingers along the inside of Kai’s upper arm. “This is an often neglected erogenous zone,” he said softly, biting the soft flesh and then replacing his teeth with another pin.
And so it went on. Nicole learned that the abdomen and navel were also highly sensitive areas. His body was so toned, not a flabby inch of flesh in sight, that she didn’t imagine Pascal could possibly attach clothespins to that area. She soon realized how wrong she was, having temporarily forgotten that pain was the prime objective. But Kai, far
from suffering, appeared to be in seventh heaven.
Pascal moved to his lover’s feet next, sucking his toes, tickling his soles, and then attaching pins to his toes. He worked his way up the insides of Kai’s legs, heading closer to his genitals. Nicole could now count eighteen pins attached to Kai’s body. Pascal was running out of places to put any more.
Surely he didn’t mean to put any there.
She gasped, excited and aroused beyond her wildest imagination, when Pascal grasped Kai’s erection firmly and sucked it into his mouth. For the first time Kai showed a reaction. It was as though he wanted to lift his hips and shove himself deeper into Pascal’s mouth but didn’t dare. Pascal moved to Kai’s scrotum and sucked one of his heavy balls. When he released it again she could see that he was tugging at the hairs on it with his teeth. It took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t doing it to tantalize. His actions stretched the delicate skin until there was sufficient available for him to attach a pin to it. Kai sucked in a deep breath, but his eyes remained closed, his breathing even.
Pascal repeated the process with his other ball and then turned his head, finally giving some attention to Nicole.
“The ridged band around Kai’s foreskin is one of the most sensitive areas in a man’s anatomy,” he told her.
“Surely you can’t—”
“Oh, I think Kai would feel shortchanged if I didn’t.”
Pascal worked the area with his hand, pushing the head of Kai’s cock between his thumb and forefinger until the skin puckered and he was able to attach a pin. Kai groaned and Nicole, leaning forward to make sure she didn’t miss a thing, noticed a drop of pre-cum slip from his cock.
“You’re losing control, buddy,” Pascal said, tapping his thigh. “Concentrate!”
“Sorry, master.”
“Do you know where a man’s frenulum is?” Pascal asked Nicole.
“Not precisely, no.”
“It’s the nerve bundle on the underside of his cock, right here,” he explained, lifting Kai’s rigid erection with two fingers and pointing to the spot. “Sensitive doesn’t begin to describe it.”
