“Huh? You want my belt?” he asked, and Eric sighed.
“Yes, you have a regular belt because you’re a slob and wore jeans to the reunion. I’ve got a dress belt, which isn’t right for what I have in mind. That means I want your belt. If you’re not a dick and you hand it over, I’ll teach you how to use it properly.”
Megan heard the jingling of the belt’s fixtures behind her, and then the snap of leather popping against itself. The sound sent a rush of wetness between her thighs, and she instinctively tested the rope at her ankles. Even through the gauze she could feel how rough it was and she was grateful that Eric had thought ahead. “This is a nice view,” Colby commented.
“Absolutely. Now, Megan, keep your hands on the edge of the table and out of the way, and remember — heels on the floor.” Eric had barely finished speaking when the first strike landed across both ass cheeks in a flash of pain that had her wincing and pushing up onto the balls of her feet. Eric laughed behind her as she slammed her heels back to the floor with an inward curse.
“Disobedient already, Megster?” Colby tsk’ed her as Eric laid another lash across her ass cheeks and this time she just whined, but forced herself to keep position. “Whoa, it’s crazy how fast the lines show up.”
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Eric spoke softly, and Colby murmured an assent as Eric delivered a rapid series of lashes with the belt that felt like lines of fiery bruises layering atop each other. It had Megan quickly crying out and pushing up off the table. Her hands moved back to cover her ass, and she heard Eric’s growl of disapproval as he had just pulled back for another lash. “What did I tell you, Megan?”
“You said to keep my hands on the table, but it hurts, dammit!”
“I know it hurts, Megan, do you want me to stop?” His voice was playfully calm and patient, and she took a breath to let the heat and ache in her skin settle. As she did a mental self-check it became clear that it wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought. The pain was fading fast, and while there was a heat left in her skin it was focusing between her thighs to leave her more aroused than ever. It was always hard to take the pain, but it was worth the reward, the after-effect of the endorphins and the adrenaline and the satisfaction of having pleased him.
Or both of them in this case.
“No, sir,” Megan mumbled.
“Holy shit, that’s hot.” Colby laughed and then she felt his hands squeezing the round of her ass, his fingers pinching the red welts left by the belt until she was squirming with the attempt to stay still.
“Good girl. Now watch, Colby, it’s important not to let the end of the belt loop wrap too far around her sides.” Eric landed the next lash of the belt where her ass met her thighs and she howled despite the break. Her heels slammed back to the floor, and Eric instantly chastised her, “I said heels on the floor.”
“I’m sorry, sir!” She spoke louder, but he still rained a rapid series of belt lashes across the tender skin of her ass and thighs until she was gripping the edge of the table tightly and her eyes were stinging with early tears. “Please!”
“Please what, Megan? You want Colby to use the belt? Is that what you want?” Eric’s voice was taunting, and someone’s hand slid between her thighs. She was soaking wet as fingers spread her open and traced down the slick slit of her pussy. “You can’t pretend you don’t like this, Megan. You’re as wet as you ever were when I used to catch you in the forest and pin you to the ground. Do you remember that, Megan? When I would grab you and throw you to the ground, yank your shorts off and push your legs apart to take you?”
“Fuck, yes! Please?!” Megan couldn’t focus. Not with Eric’s fingers teasing her by dipping in and out of her wetness, and not with the onslaught of memories he was bringing up. How many nights had she touched herself remembering how Eric would cover her mouth to keep her quiet with his first thrust inside her? How often had she remembered the way his fingers would bruise her hips and thighs — and dreamed of having it again?
“Then you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you? You’re going to stay still for Colby?” Eric’s fingers abandoned her, but she watched as his dress shoes came around to the front of the table and she lifted herself so she could look up at him. “Answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Hold it like I showed you, and just try to land the belt evenly.” Eric was speaking to Colby, and then he cupped her chin. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Megan, and you’re going to take it while keeping your heels on the floor.”
“You going to behave for us, Meg?” This time it was Colby’s hand between her thighs and she squirmed as he slid one finger inside her. She craved more, and wanted to beg for more, but Eric was unbuttoning his pants.
“Yes, sir — sirs! Please, I just want to—”
“Come?” Colby thrust another finger inside her, and instantly curved his fingers down to brush against that bundle of nerves that had her shouting and gasping in a rush of pleasure. Eric grabbed her hair and tightened his grip, but it only pushed her further towards the edge. A sharp twinge of pain to complement the pleasure between her thighs.
“YES!” she shouted. “Please, Colby, please?”
“I don’t think you’re allowed to call me Colby, Megster, or allowed to lift your heels from the floor.” His fingers abandoned her and then the belt landed across her ass. It was a lighter strike with only a light sting, but the second was stronger as he grew in confidence. The third was closer to what Eric had been delivering and she clenched her eyes against the ache as it spread across her ass because the welts were all overlapping now. A soft whine slipped from her lips when Eric tugged her head back up.
“Open, Megan.” His hard cock was barely an inch or two from her lips, and above that was nothing but the bare skin of his stomach. The button-down shirt was gone, and his pants were open. He was athletic and strong, and he didn’t have the same deep-cut abs that Colby did. His body was broader, a more subtle strength, and when his fist tightened in her hair to lift her head she felt completely at his mercy — and she obeyed. The head of his cock slipped between her lips and she immediately started to draw him deeper into her mouth. She wanted to please him, and while part of her wanted to disobey just to challenge them, the other part of her wanted to hear the same groans and muttered curses she’d been able to pull from him when they were teenagers.
“Heels down, Megan.” Colby snapped in a voice that sounded remarkably Dom-like, and when the belt came down over her thighs she cried out against the cock in her mouth. Eric groaned above her and pushed himself deeper.
“Oh, hell, make her do that again, Colby.”
“Gladly.” The belt landed sharply just below her sit spot and Eric moaned low and loud as the vibrations of her cries surrounded him. She squirmed, gripping the table hard as she struggled to press her heels into the floor.
“Fuck, that feels amazing. Take a deep breath for me.” Eric gave her the same warning he’d given all those years before when they had originally worked towards deep throating, but he was a lot less patient now. She’d barely drawn in air when his cock slipped into her throat and her body immediately urged her to breathe. It was pure panic, it always was, and so she started counting backwards from ten, swallowing around the invader as he groaned above her.
At six she whined and Colby landed another vicious strike on her thighs — he was growing a lot more confident with the belt. She cried out as much as possible when air couldn’t escape.
“That feels incredible, baby, just a little more and you can breathe.” Eric rocked his hips, fucking her face with deep thrusts that didn’t leave room for air. Colby’s next belt strike landed perfectly across both ass cheeks, and she knew her heels came off the floor as she danced under the pain and the stress of not being able to breathe. He immediately landed another lash in the same place.
Apparently Colby did learn fast. Lucky her.
At three she panicked again, but Eric’s hand was tight in her hair when she tried
to sit up and he held her there, her nose buried against his skin. Her mind flew through the rest of the numbers… two, one! One! ONE! There were tears in her eyes and just as she tried to jerk back again, Eric finally released her. She gasped for air as a strand of saliva connected them, and when Colby struck with the belt she half-screamed.
“Let’s switch it up, Colby. Megan is being very noisy so she needs to keep her mouth busy, but I don’t want to come yet. Mind if I take over on that side?” Eric was grinning when she looked up at him, and he stroked her cheek gently. His thumb rolled over her lips and she leaned her head against his hand. It was incredibly comforting as he ran his fingers into her hair, gently running his nails along her scalp, before brushing his hand across her cheek again.
“I do think we made a rule earlier that whatever you get, I get it as well, so we should probably stick to that. For the sake of the game.” Colby’s smile was obvious in his voice, and Megan tried to relax against the workbench when she heard the clatter of the belt as it was laid down. She watched Eric’s nice dress shoes move around her, and then Colby’s old leather loafers came into view. The stark contrast between the two was something she hadn’t noticed when Colby had almost knocked Eric down on his arrival, but it was clear now. When she looked up she found he was shirtless already, and his washboard abs were on full display. “Like what you see, beautiful?”
Megan rolled her eyes, but instead of laughing it off Colby grabbed her hair the same way Eric had. Fast learner.
“Tell me.”
Then the belt landed hard across her ass and she yelped. Eric’s voice came from behind her, “Answer him, Megan.”
“YES! Okay? You’re hot, Colby. Fuck, you’re both hot, are you kidding me?” Megan pushed herself up while keeping her hands on the table. She was still looking up at Colby, but it wasn’t such a severe angle, and she was still frustrated by her inability to pull her legs together to stand up completely straight. “Don’t pretend you both don’t know how gorgeous you are. You look like you could strip on the side, and Eric looks like he still runs laps and bench presses for fun. He could probably bench press me.”
“I could.” Eric muttered it behind her and she sighed.
“You are gorgeous, Megan. You know that, don’t you?” Colby released her hair and grabbed her chin forcefully and it silenced the biting retort she had planned. “Tell me you have some understanding of how awesome you have always been, and how hot you are tied up like this with all of those welts across your ass.”
“So… I’m a little kinky. I don’t have abs like that, Colby, or the kind of strength Eric obviously has, even on my own scale. I’ve let life take over all of that stuff.” Megan cursed when the belt landed across her thighs, and so Eric brought it down again across her ass. Fucking consequences.
“First, you’re still not allowed to use our names during this game. Second, watch your mouth.”
“Third, I only have abs like this because I do make extra money on the side, but it’s as a personal trainer. All of the trainers in high school and college rubbed off a little, so I work at my local gym on the evenings and weekends.” Colby smiled at her. “It doesn’t excuse you misbehaving though, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
“Obviously.” Megan rolled her eyes and Colby ran his thumb over her lips.
“I think Megan is done with the belt, not like you need it back, Colby.” Eric spoke up behind her and she relaxed for a moment before her instincts kicked in. He was done with the belt, but what was next?
“Nah, I don’t think I need my belt right now.”
“Luckily this room is well stocked. Megan, you are going to take Colby’s cock into your throat just like you did for me, and I am going to try another tool on you. If you need me to stop snap your fingers three times. Can you do that?”
“Yes, sir.” Megan snapped her fingers just to prove it, and she received a sharp spank across her ass for the response.
“Don’t be a brat, Megan, I’m asking for your safety. Now lay back down and focus on Colby, I’ll be right back.” Eric was clearly very satisfied with his role of being in charge of this little tryst, and Colby didn’t seem to care as he unzipped his jeans in front of her. His cock was already pressing against the dark fabric of his boxers, but when he pulled it out she gulped. He wasn’t quite as long as Eric, but he was thick and her jaw ached just thinking about taking him all the way in.
“Eric suggested you taking a deep breath, right? Well, I’ll suggest you take a really deep breath.”
“I don’t think that will help,” she muttered and he laughed.
“Mind over matter, Megster, mind over matter. Open up.” The head of his cock was against her lips in a moment and she made sure she had a deep breath before he stretched her mouth. His first few thrusts were shallow, and she did her best to focus on drawing him deeper and running her tongue along his shaft as he moved in and out. As always the sense of submission made her warm with anxious pleasure on the inside, and she almost purred at hearing his soft groans.
“How does she feel, Colby?” Eric’s voice behind her was a burst of reality, and she suddenly felt watched. Her focus on pleasuring the cock in her mouth increased, and Colby let out a hissing breath as she pulled back slowly and dragged her tongue along his length before plunging her head forward again. Eric slid his fingers inside her, but he was more forceful than Colby. Each thrust of his fingers made her moan or whimper, and when he slid a third finger in she groaned and fought the urge to lift her heels from the floor.
“Great, yeah, keep going just like that…”
“What about this?” Eric asked casually. Megan’s attention was diverted just before she heard the cut of something through the air, and then felt the impact against her skin, and a heartbeat later there was a line of fire with a pulse of pain underneath it. It felt like a cane, almost exactly like the cut of a cane, and the scream that came out of her was caught by the cock between her lips.
“FUCK! Yes!” Colby’s hands tightened in her hair, pushing his cock deeper into her throat as another line of vicious fire landed across her ass. Megan screamed and clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms instead of grabbing the table. She knew she was up on her toes, her entire body was trying to tighten against the pain of whatever implement Eric had chosen that so closely resembled the unique pain that a cane could bring.
“Heels down, Megan.” Eric tapped her with the cane-like implement and it stung, but it wasn’t as vicious as a full lash. She forced herself to press them to the floor as she whimpered, and Colby moved his cock in and out in a rhythm she captured quickly. It was a relief to have something to focus on. She sucked and he moaned, and Eric trailed the rod over her ass and down her thighs, keeping her tense with the anxiety of when the next painful strike would come. “Push into her throat, Colby, she can handle it.”
“She’ll panic if—”
“Of course she’ll panic, your job is to decide how much she can take. Go on, do it. I promise it will feel amazing.” Eric was coaching him, teaching him, and somehow that only turned her on further. She was committed to not panicking when Colby did it and she drew in a deep breath.
“Meg, take a breath.” His words were pointless because she’d already gathered all the air she could, but she was ready for the ache in her throat as he stretched it. She wanted to cough, to gag, to struggle, but she dug her nails into her palms to stop herself. Then Eric landed the cane-like implement across her thighs and she screamed as much as possible. Colby’s groan was long and loud and his fists tightened in her hair as he drove his cock deeper into her throat. “Do it again, Eric.”
“What did I tell you?” Eric chuckled and then the pain returned, blossoming across her ass until she was dancing on her toes and pleading against Colby’s cock as he buried it in her throat. The counting was useless now because she wasn’t sure how long she’d been distracted by the pain, she just knew she wanted to breathe. Her pleas were almost silent, just vibrations in her throat tha
t had Colby rocking his hips against her as he fucked her face in deep strokes.
“Holy — fuck — I don’t know—” Colby hissed the words out, and Megan gripped the edge of the table again to try and fight the urge to shove Colby back from her so she could breathe. She tried to be good but an instant later she jerked back and caught a breath of air, which relieved the panic a little, but it made him grab her hair tighter to pull her forward. Her world was suspended between the last little gasp and the long drought she was threatened with as he ground himself against her face, mumbling comforts to her about how she was a good girl. It helped, it helped her to avoid the panic and the urge to jerk back violently again, but she still wanted air and her body was not so patient or understanding.
“Okay, I’m sure you don’t want to come yet, let her up.” As if Eric’s words had the same power over Colby as they did her, he released her. Megan choked and coughed as he slid back.
“Wow, that’s hot.” Colby was breathing hard in front of her and even through the desperate gasps for air she reveled in the satisfaction of the effect she’d had on him.
“Ah, yeah… that’s one of my favorite parts about deep throating. The first is feeling her throat tighten around me as she tries to breathe and watching her control herself from fighting me, and the second is listening to her choke and gasp for air when I finally give it to her.” Eric’s hand traced over the series of welts he’d left on her skin and she whimpered as he pinched one.
“Yes. Exactly. Fucking amazing.” Colby crouched down in front of her and she propped herself up on her elbows as he grinned at her. “How are you, Megster?”
“Glad I can breathe.”
“It’s the little things, isn’t it?” He laughed and she rolled her eyes. “What is that thing you’re using on her, Eric?”
“Just a wooden dowel rod, not exactly the most effective implement, but it subs for a cane in an instant. Like the results when she felt it?” Eric asked.
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