“Yeah, I do shit right when I do it wrong.”
“You sure you want this at the club?”
He turned to his friend and fellow rigger. “I can’t exactly set it up in my living room. My girls are grown up. If I try to tell them it’s a plant hanger or an indoor porch swing, they won’t buy that shit anymore. I’ll use it more at the club than if it’s in pieces in my garage.”
Lucas and Gilo joined them to help carry the pieces around the side of the house and into the lanai, where it was quickly assembled with even more help. Black instead of red, it was a beefier version of the A-frame at the club and also came with adjustable wheels that could be raised to put it firmly on the ground so it didn’t move.
“Should we smack a bottle of champagne on it or something?” Seth asked. “How do you christen something as beautiful as this?”
As Tony finished putting the last MMA mats under it, he stared at it. “Who gets to pop its cherry?” He grinned.
They all stopped and turned to stare at Leah, who stood there watching them assemble it.
“What?”
Seth walked over and kissed his wife. “Aren’t you flying Justin tonight?”
“They’re not here yet.”
“Well, get your rope bag, honey.” Seth stripped off his shirt. “I’ll let you fly me. Just be careful with my balls if you want any action out of them in the near future.”
“That’s taking one for the team, buddy,” Scrye teased.
* * * *
When Doyle and Mevi reached Leigh’s house, it was Lucas who answered the door.
“Hey!” He greeted them with hugs and waved them in. “How’d the lesson go?”
“He’s an ‘uncle,’” Doyle playfully groused. “Can you believe it? I’m still just Doyle.”
Lucas laughed. “Well, I’m sure Laurel will promote you eventually. She needs to know someone well before she does that. Don’t get butt-hurt.”
Doyle reached over and ruffled Mevi’s hair. “No, only one guy gets butt-hurt tonight.”
“Literally,” Mevi said, laughing.
“That’s ‘hurt butt,’” Lucas corrected.
Actually, Doyle wasn’t sure if he was going to scene with Mevi tonight. They scened alone at the apartment, and while Mevi had already said he didn’t mind if they did something at the party, Doyle wasn’t sure how wise that was.
Yes, they knew the guest list for tonight had been carefully vetted and was comprised only of trusted people. It had to be for Lucas and Leigh’s Nick, who was currently running around wearing nothing but his leather cuffs and collar, a harness holding in a butt plug, and a ball gag. The public knew him as A-list action movie hero and ladies man Trevor Nichols.
What Doyle was really thinking about was maybe getting Mevi in the hot tub and having some fun in there with him. They didn’t have a chance for pool or hot tub fun very often, unless they could get over to Tilly’s and use theirs when they weren’t home. The last time they’d been able to do that was before Mevi had gone to LA.
Doyle introduced Mevi around to everyone as “Mal,” even though nearly everyone there already knew who he was. But Malcolm Levi Turner—formerly Maynard—wanted to be one of the gang tonight. And he preferred to be known, by these friends, as “Mal.”
Which he knew might get confusing, since Kel’s wife Mal was in charge of the phone table tonight. Anyone needing their phone monitored left it with her and was given a number that corresponded to their phone. If someone got a text or call, she flashed the lights in the dining room area, where everyone could see them, and wrote the person’s number on a whiteboard. If Tilly called about a child, the parents would be sought out immediately.
But so far, the kids’ party seemed to be going well.
He pulled Mevi in for a long kiss. “The hot tub’s open and looks like Leah’s about to fly Seth. Want to watch?”
He smiled. “Sounds great, Sir.”
* * * *
This was the largest private party Mevi had been to. He’d attended a couple of smaller play parties, and several “vanilla” dinner gatherings of the Suncoast Society group, but nothing like this. And they’d never played at the parties.
As they grabbed towels from their bags and headed for the hot tub, Mevi realized they’d be able to see the suspension action perfectly from their vantage point. They climbed into the hot tub as Seth stripped down to his briefs and Leah climbed up onto a chair to tie a round hard-point ring to the new frame under Scrye’s careful observation.
When she finished with that, Scrye had Seth grab the ring and swing from it to test the rig’s strength.
They had the hot tub to themselves, everyone’s attention on the suspension unfolding before them. That’s why Mevi wasn’t paying much attention to Doyle when the man grabbed Mevi’s hips and moved him to sit in his lap where he was stretched out in a molded lounger seat.
Mevi leaned back, his head resting against Doyle’s shoulder. Doyle took both of Mevi’s arms and made him reach down, around Doyle, under him, and then he hooked his left arm around Mevi’s waist.
His right hand fisted Mevi’s cock.
Doyle’s arms effectively pinned Mevi’s in place, driving him hard into subspace the way being restrained by Doyle always did. He let out a soft hiss as Doyle chuckled in his ear.
“Shhh, boy. No noise, or everyone will know you’re about to get your ass fucked in this hot tub.”
Now he knew why Doyle insisted he lube himself well before they left the apartment, even though he wouldn’t answer the question directly why.
It wouldn’t have been the first time he mindfucked Mevi by making him lube up just to not do anything, but his cock staying hard in anticipation of something. Anything.
Doyle’s left hand slid down, cupping Mevi’s balls, lightly tugging and squeezing them as he slowly jacked Mevi’s cock with his right. Against his lower back, Mevi felt Doyle’s hard cock rubbing, eager.
Leah started tying a pink chest rope harness around Seth, which drew assorted laughter from everyone until he shot them stink-eye.
“Hey, she’s a rigger. She’s allowed to have whatever color rope she damn well pleases. I’m secure enough with my manhood to fly in pink ropes, thank you very much.”
“Ross,” someone called out. “Did you bring those light-up heart things?”
“No, Loren nixed that. Called them derpy. I think I pushed her a little too far with the Christmas tree stunt. I’m going to have to suck up to her before the Kinko de Mayo party if I want my little sadistic science project subject back.”
“St. Patrick’s Day,” Seth corrected him. “That’s the next one.”
Everyone started laughing again as Abbey and Gilo walked in. Abbey looked sexy in a black corset and short skirt.
Gilo looked resplendent in a pair of gold wings and white cloth wrapped around his hips to mimic a diaper. And he held a kid’s suction-cup archery set in his hand.
Scrye scratched his beard. “Now, don’t tell me. Let me see if I can guess who’s on top tonight—”
“Hey,” Gilo said. “Cupid is the god of erotic love and desire, dammit. You don’t believe me, I’ll shove one of these fucking arrows up your ass.” But he smiled as he said it, and it prompted more laughter from everyone.
“Tilly’s going to be mad she missed this,” Tony noted, looking him up and down.
“My sweet, sexy boy,” Doyle whispered in Mevi’s ear. “I’m going to shove something up your ass in a few minutes.”
Mevi struggled to not make any noise as he rocked back and forth against Doyle’s hands. Doyle wouldn’t let him come, he knew that much. Not yet, anyway. If Doyle was going to fuck him, he preferred to try to time Mevi’s orgasms so his cock was inside him at the same time so he could feel it.
Leah knelt to tie the hip harness as Seth patiently stood there. Seth wasn’t a bad-looking guy, either. Not that Mevi had any interest in doing anything with anyone but Doyle. He wouldn’t. But Doyle had made it clear that looking and pr
ivate discussions between the two of them were fine. Fantasies were also fine, and it was understood from the get-go that they were simply that—fantasies.
Never in his life had Mevi felt so free as he did being Doyle’s husband and slave. Doyle never made him feel ashamed of any admission or fantasy he had. They even discussed their sobriety and worked together if either one was having trouble dealing. Usually Mevi, but those times were growing less frequent now.
Mevi understood why he’d started drinking heavily. While he suspected he wouldn’t ever get out of control again if he did decide to drink, he had opted to side with prudence and never drink alcohol in the future.
He’d worked too damn hard on his recovery and wouldn’t stray from the path just for a drink.
Doyle’s soft, sexy voice rumbling in Mevi’s ear only served to fuel his need.
“When we get our house built and have our own dungeon, I’m going to buy one of those custom fuck frames from Max, Sean, and Cali. Buy one of those fuck machines and set it up to plow your ass while you blow me. We’ll buy a Sybian, too, and I’ll make you ride it while I fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”
Doyle’s left hand reached down even lower as he shifted his hip. Mevi felt the head of Doyle’s cock pressing against his rim.
“You know you want it. Show me what a good boy you are.”
Mevi started squirming, not able to get much traction without the use of his arms, to work Doyle’s cock inside him.
Leah stood and used another, shorter coil of rope to connect the two harnesses together to prevent either from slipping. She waved Scrye in to check her work before moving on to the next stage, which was looping belaying ropes through the ring.
Three men arrived and walked over to watch Leah. He knew Doyle knew them, but Mevi couldn’t remember their names at first.
“Ooh, yes,” Doyle said. “Justin, Wade, and Glen. This should be fun.”
That was their names.
“Better late than never,” Seth joked, reaching out to shake with them.
“I can fly him next,” Leah offered.
The two men with Justin smiled at him. Justin went bright red in the face, but nodded as he smiled.
Wade leaned in and whispered something to Justin, then reached down and squeezed Justin’s cock through his shorts, while Glen leaned in and seemed to be grabbing the guy’s ass as he whispered in Justin’s other ear.
Mevi’s breath came in soft gasps as he tried to work Doyle’s cock more deeply inside his ass, clenching and flexing, wanting more than just the head inside him.
“Yeesss,” Doyle said, squeezing Mevi’s cock but stilling his hand. “Get that cock up there all the way, boy. Then keep squeezing me like you just did. I’ll keep you hard, don’t worry, but I have a feeling I know what’s going to happen to him once he’s in the air and I’m going to narrate every sexy second of it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Doyle nipped the side of his neck. “Such a good boy for me. Just think of this sexy memory you’re making that you can use to wank to when we’re not together. Or if we’re in public, I’ll be able to lean over and say something like, Justin in rope, and you’ll get hard remembering this night.”
Mevi whimpered.
“Yes, my boy better stay quiet if he doesn’t want an audience to his ass being fucked.”
Exhibitionism wasn’t a kink of his, but this wasn’t that. This was more…sexy sneakiness. The point was not to get watched. And no way would Doyle be doing this in any kind of a vanilla setting, Mevi totally understood that.
But since there was also a woman currently getting fucked by two guys in the pool, Mevi suspected two guys quietly getting it on in the hot tub wasn’t exactly noteworthy to this crowd.
Mevi finally managed to get Doyle’s cock halfway in before the other man grabbed his hips and pressed him down, hard, onto his cock, until his ass sat tightly nestled against Doyle’s pubes.
“Spread your legs, baby. Hook them around mine.”
Mevi complied as Doyle’s hands returned to Mevi’s cock and balls.
“Squeeze my cock, boy.”
Mevi complied, noting how Doyle’s breathing always sounded a little ragged when he did.
Justin was told to strip and stood there holding his clothes while his men teased him as they watched Leah work. She was looping the belaying ropes through the back of the harnesses, so Mevi’s guess was that Seth would be suspended facedown. A few minutes later, as he was slowly spinning in midair, without Leah getting any help from the others to lift him, soft applause filled the lanai.
“Okay, get me down, babe,” Seth said.
Leah leaned in with a wicked grin. “Why, Sir?”
“Because I said so.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Babe—oh, fuck!”
Leah had ducked under him, fished Seth’s cock out of his briefs, and swallowed it.
“Shit!” Seth gasped, frantically trying to hump her face as she held him in place to keep him from spinning around.
Doyle chuckled. “Oh, now that’s a girl looking for a spanking later. Seth’s solely a Top, not a bottom.”
Apparently, it didn’t take her long to get her desired result, and she was giggling as she lowered him back to the floor.
He grabbed her and kissed her once his feet touched the mats, but he reached behind her and started smacking her ass bare-handed, hard enough to make her yelp even as she laughed.
“Oh, you thought that was funny, did you, girl? Just wait until you get done with Justin. Someone’s getting their ass reddened tonight.”
Doyle nuzzled his neck. “She’s been trying to get him to play more with her at the parties. Her late husband would do more sexual stuff with her at the parties and at Venture. Seth’s more territorial and reserved than Kaden was in some ways. I wish you could have known him. He was a good guy.”
He nipped Mevi’s neck again. “Maybe I’ll put you on your knees to blow me while we watch them play later.”
Mevi shivered, honestly not sure if that was a fantasy or a threat.
Either way, he was good with it.
“Yes, Sir.”
A giggling, grinning Leah got Seth untied while Glen and Wade continued teasing Justin, including stroking his rigid cock and tweaking the rings in his nipples. He wore a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, and Mevi fantasized it was more than just Doyle’s hands on him as he watched the two men prime their slave.
Seth pulled on his shorts and started coiling the pink rope for Leah while she started uncoiling the rope that Glen and Wade had provided her with for Justin’s suspension. After a quick consult with the men, they put a black jock on Justin before she started tying a harness around his chest similar to the one she did on Seth, but the bottom harness part looked different, more support and coils around his thighs and even his calves than Seth’s had.
“Oohh, this is going to be hot,” Doyle breathed, arching his back to drive his cock hard into Mevi.
Leah suspended Justin lower than she had Seth. She kept glancing at Glen and Wade, who frequently reached in and tweaked Justin’s nipples or slapped his ass or pinched him. But the belay lines on either side of him, instead of along his back, meant he would be sitting up when she finished. And then she also raised his legs, so he was not only sitting in the ropes, but his legs were bent up and spread wide, leaving him unable to close them.
Leah checked the ropes and gave the men a thumbs-up, stepping out of the way and holding a pair of rope scissors as she leaned against the far end of the frame and watched.
The men unsnapped the front of the jock and removed it before they stripped. Glen and Wade both rolled condoms onto their shafts and slathered them with lube before Glen coated two fingers with lube and slowly inserted them into Justin’s ass.
Apparently, he was used to taking a lot, because Wade stepped behind him, reaching around to hold him still and tweak his nipple rings as Glen quickly worked him up to four fingers and then set the bot
tle aside. He handed Wade a small acrylic paddle, picking up a small wooden one, before stepping in front of Justin, between his legs. They smacked his ass, his outer thighs, hard, quick strokes that made Justin arch in the ropes and cry out, but not safeword. Then the men dropped the paddles and, reaching under him, seemed to be…
Holy fuck!
Mevi gasped as Doyle took another hard stroke inside him before Doyle grabbed Mevi’s cock again.
“That’s right, boy. Look at him take two cocks at once. They probably fist him, too. He’s been well-trained. I could get larger butt plugs to train you with, and a dildo about the size of my cock, and you could learn to take the dildo and my cock at the same time.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Would you like that?”
He had to swallow to make spit. “Yes, Sir.”
Glen leaned in, talking to Justin but Mevi couldn’t hear over the sound of the hot tub running. He could see him stroking Justin’s cock.
“Come, boy,” Doyle ordered, fisting his cock and jacking him.
Justin’s head lolled to the side as his whole body arched and tightened in the ropes as his orgasm hit him. Justin’s gaze locked with Mevi’s as Mevi’s cock exploded in Doyle’s hand and Doyle started fucking Mevi, quickly filling his ass with his load.
But Justin wasn’t done, shuddering as the last throes of his climax ripped through him and helpless in his bonds as Glen and Wade fucked him, using the ropes to hold on and seesaw their cocks into the man’s ass.
Doyle didn’t move except to wrap both arms around Mevi. “Keep watching, boy. Don’t you dare look away.”
Mevi already felt his cock growing hard again at the sexy damn sight in front of him.
He’d never seen porn as hot as this!
He watched the men’s asses bunch and flex, tightening as they fucked him in an increasingly fast rhythm. It appeared Glen came first, then Wade, the men falling still and kissing each other, then Justin, loving, slow kisses that only an idiot could miss the tenderness of.
“They’re gay,” Doyle said. “Fucking hot to watch them play. I’ve known Glen and Wade a few years now. I’ve seen them play with thirds and others before, but Justin is different. Apparently, they met Justin last year and fell in love with him and collared him. Now he’s their permanent third.”
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